Summer, I'm on my way.

And then there was one week. One week left of work, that is. If all goes according to plan I will be done with speaking to highschoolers’ for the year this Friday at 11:00 a.m. So if anyone is able to drink on their lunch break and would like to meet up, don’t hesitate to give me a call. Not to mention today also officially begins my birthday week. I am really trying to soak up my last days as a 22 year old, for example I am pretty sure for the month of May I have already ate about 22 cookies, 22 cupcakes, 22 cinnamon rolls, 22 drinks, ext. May is the birthday month for the Wolfe family so sweets have been in abundance as of late. Jade turned 25 again on May 4th, and Jordan turned 25 for the first time on May 7th. We threw Jordan a surprise party at Jade’s house, I think he might be one of the few 25 year old males in the world who still has surprise parties thrown for him by his mother and sisters. Thus is Jordan’s life. Might I add this is his SECOND surprise party in his lifetime. I have not had one. Jordan is just the princess of the family though, so it’s pretty expected I suppose. I have suffered this all of my life, whether it was Jordan beating the shit out of me when we were little and me still getting blamed because I must have deserved it for annoying him. Or Jordan getting a MIP in high school and me still getting blamed because I must have drove him to the bottle. It didn’t, and still doesn’t matter, I am always to blame. I have come to the conclusion the whole “middle child” syndrome is such a crock of shit, clearly invented by a middle child. The middle child is always left out, neglected, blah blah blah, standard middler to throw that kind of pity party shit. Man do I have stories about the abuse I’ve gone through as the youngest. Case in point- 1997 Family trip to Disney World for my 10th birthday. Two people fit in a ride, so who rides alone? Birthday girl. Yup, It’s A Small World After all is little too real when you’re riding next to a 45 year old Asian man. And suddenly I’m the brat because I just hope that I can make a few small decisions for the day regarding where we eat (Johnny Rockets quickly vetoed by the family), what we do (breakfast session with Minnie “accidentally” missed because everyone slept through their alarms), ext. You only turn ten once. And thank God for that. Worst Bday Ever. At one point Jordan suggested I just leave the hotel we were staying at and go stay with the Otters that were always frolicking in the pond right behind the hotel. This is a lot for a bday girl to go through. I had never related to Michelle Tanner more than ever on that day. Stephanie and DJ were both a little too harsh on Michelle just because she pushed them out of her way and got to rub the magic lamp and get her wishes granted by the Genie. Give the girl a break she was just a child for God’s sake. Looking back, I can’ t help but wonder if it was this birthday that didn’t spark my obsession with trying to have the best bdays ever. It’s because I have this deep fear of having to relive the hell of my tenth birthday.