21

DUN DUN DUN.... I am FINALLY 21. I can buy a beer whenever I want and put Baileys in my morning coffee with (less) judgement from my peers.

But! I was pretty upset that I couldn't have the "typical" 21st birthday bash at Penn State with all of my friends. All the traditions and memories that you don't know about... what is a 21st celebration with out all of that? However, Milwaukee has to be a damn close second to State College. The food, the people, the bars, the night life. Everything has so much energy!

Now don't get me wrong, I loved every second at the bars. But that's not what made this (quite possibly) the best birthday yet. When the drinking rubs off, it's the people and company that you notice.

At work, I came in to a cubicle-turned-streamer-and-balloon-castle, coffee, fruit tarts, and a team lunch outside. And if that weren't enough already, let's throw in a card and a shot glass. Already on cloud nine, I was recieving calls and text messages all day from family. THEN let's talk about Facebook and Twitter. If you try telling me that you don't love counting the number of posts you get on your birthday or laughing at the pictures people post of you.. you're lying.

So it's not the alcohol or the glitz and the glamour.. it's the people surrounding you. The roommates you've known for barely two weeks taking you out and buying you a cake and candles, the family sharing old photos, the co-workers excited to celebrate, and the friends who still call you from across the country.

That my friends, is what makes a good birthday.

Bloggin out,
Bec

Becca the Intern

As inspired by my witty and sophisticated roommate, I am now convinced blogging is something I should probably get into.

Now I can't promise you I'll use big words or the proper grammar, but that's not what I want my blog to be about... I want this to be fun. I've been told I need to share my sass and spunk, so I'm here to do just that.

I like to think that I am an adventorous young woman. Since the summer after my freshman year of college, I've had an internship. My previous two have both been in Harrisurg, which wasn't home, but a weekend trip to terrorize my siblings was still possible. But now I can't harrass my family with anything other than snapchat and Twitter. Why? I am now a resident of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Still don't think I'm adventorous? Join me on my next 12 hour (SOLO) rode trip from PA to Wisco and then tell me I'm not adventorous.

So why travel so far from home for the summer? I'm "expanding" my horizon so to speak, and building on my love for.. wait for it... COWS. As I blog, I hope to share with you not only my terrible jokes and cheesey one-liners about life, but also a love and respect for dairy cows and the industry they come from. Farmers are cool (real) people, a lot of you just don't know it yet.

Ok so does this make any sense? Probably not.. but that's okay. Stick with it anyways.

Bloggin out,
Bec