Mrs. Wookie's last Friday Fill-In at 27. Wah wah.

1. I always feel like I’m 24 years old, but in reality, I’m less than a week shy of 28. Thanks to college and the Navy, I can party like a total rockstar. Never in my wildest dreams would I think that I could still throw it down to 2am on the brink of 30. But yup...I can. It's rare that I have to break out my skills, but they're there in my back pocket. Instead, I'm more proud of my ability to crawl into bed at 8:30pm, drink my Metamucil, and drop my dentures into the glass. I'm 27 going on 80. Now where's my Rascal scooter?
2. I wish my family mom understood better when I tell them her I don't need to start popping out kids. While yes, I'm getting closer to 30, I'm having way too much fun being me. I'm enjoying piecing together a career around duty stations, I look forward to continuing my travels, and I LOVE having boobs that aren't deflated sacks of skin that used to resemble a human body. Once you have kids, you can't just drop everything for Hawaii...or Vegas...or wine country. Even with the dog, we have to make extra plans before enacting a spur-of-the-moment trip. Plus, I hear "I wish I would have waited to have kids" far too often. I'm enjoying my life waaaaay too much. So enjoy the nephew and soon-to-be-niece...and gimme a few more years before I retire my liver for 9 months of incubating offspring. Unless Amazon.com comes out with e-uteri (that's plural for uterus)...I'm so on board with that.
3. If you saw me when I pick up his stinkin' PT gear to put into the wash, you’d think I was a total girly-girl, but if you saw me when I'm hiking and camping, you’d think I was a tomboy through-and-through - I have zero issues pooping outdoors, burping my ass off, and sweating like a man while blazing trail.
4. I feel like I’m in a totally different universe when I hang out with the Wives Group - EVERYONE has kids, doesn't work, and is 30+ years old. I can hang out with JOPA, drain free-throw shots like a champ (no, really...I had a 93% accuracy in high school), and drink dark beer with the best Oregonians. I assimilate as best I can, tune out my ear to the topics of diapers, and ramp up the conversation when it comes time to talk happy hours at the park - I'll pretend to have a kid while I bring a bottle of wine to the  playground.
5. In honor of this being MFF #60… 60 months ago  (exactly 5 years ago, so September 30, 2006) I lived in the college town for Oregon State  and my life was totally different because my team was on the brink of a great season.  I was mere rows from the team, liquor heavily on my breathe, a rowdy student section as our team ran to victory over top-seeded Trojans. We then scaled the wall, dropped the 10 feet to the field, and took a run for the middle in amazement! I was within spitting distance of the QB and Mr. Wookie held onto me for life as the riot of student-induced mayhem had authorities fearing for the goal posts. It. was. amazing.