There's something about seeing people around me grow up that makes me feel like I haven't been around. Like when I realized my cousins are practically almost out of high school and driving already... Am I getting old? There's so much going on. It's a shame to rush through life. You can miss so much. My mom needs to learn that. She rushes around all the time, as if her job depended on closing the blinds (a la Rex Navarette... "Jay, come here. Come here... close the blinds next to me." She's calling me again. Repeat previous statement.