Happy 25th Pete!

Well Pete turns 25 tomorrow, April 19th. We'll have to do something fun for him this weekend. And by fun, I mean anything that requires the wearing of a wristband. And since we know that Pete will wear a wristband pretty much anywhere, I think that the sky is the limit regarding our options for the weekend (Note that there is a nasty old wristband under that dress shirt in that picture, trust me I work with him).

On a related note, 25 is fast approaching for myself. This is bad news. Why? Because even though I don't feel old, the more I think about that damned number (25) the more I start to think that I'm getting old. Where the hell did the last 25 years go? Am I somehow behind in life at this point, or am I right where I'm supposed to be? Should I start consciously acting different now, or should I trust that subconsciously my natural maturation is on a pretty good path? Am I going to blink my eyes and be 50? I guess the ulimate question is ... Should I be planning a quarter-life crisis for myself, even though I don't think I need one?

While I'm not a mental wreck as my post above conveys, some legit age questions do creep into my mind now and then.