A Little Bit of Cemetery to Keep us Going

This summer has flown by, and I suddenly realized at the end of July that my cemetery posts were definitely lacking. A Saturday became Cemetery Saturday, and I ended up checking out a graveyard not too far from where I currently live. Boyfriend and dog in tow, off we went.

The cemetery I actually intended on checking out turning out to be boring. Luckily enough, It was connected to another cemetery that was pretty amazing. One of my favorite things to check out, as I'm sure it is for many, is dates dates dates. The older the better, right? The oldest I could read dated back into the 1850s, many unreadable. Hopefully you enjoy my mediocre photography below, and Rudy's photobomb in the final picture.

Hey, A Cemetery Post

So finally, a cemetery post. On my birthday I had planned on hitting a couple of Chicago cemeteries, but being the straight edge lady I am, I forgot what happens to the city for St. Patrick's day. So instead, Chris and I hit up a couple closer to home. Rudy also had his first adventure in a cemetery, and judging by the amount of mud he had on him, he enjoyed himself too.

Dirty Thirty

When it hit me this year that I was turning the big three-oh, I felt like I had to do something big. There were talks of Vegas, then maybe a little time away in a cabin on a lake, or even just a weekend in Milwaukee. As time grew closer and real life settled in around incomplete plans, I realized that the where didn't matter.

What matters is that I'm spending my birthday with a man I am very much in love with, who has turned into my best friend. There was a time that I never thought my best friend could also be the one I'm in love with, that they would always be separate entities. I like how life can really say, "In your face, you were way off on this one."

I wish I could see all of my friends within this 24 hours, but the world doesn't spin around me like I like to wish. Accepting that I am not a priority to others is kind of a punch in the stomach, but also a fair and realistic one. To put it bluntly, no one should have their heads up my ass. It's about being equal, not who can ass kiss the other the most. /end butt talk.

So yeah. I'm thirty. I'm happy, living life my way, and being an adult that stands on her own two feet.