It's sort of strange, almost surreal the anniversaries that come close together. Yesterday marked 7 years that me and Michael have been together. That's more than twice as long as any other relationship I've been in. I guess that means I'm grown up or something. Imagine that!

The other anniversary, which is not so much on the happier scale, is the 20th anniversary of the Challenger explosion. Time is a funny thing, because I can honestly remember getting ready to go to my afternoon Kindergarten class, watching the story unfold on the breaking news with Dan Rather, huge crocodile tears forming in his eyes. The astronaut that sticks out the most in my mind is Christa McAuliffe, who would've been the first teacher in space. I think her story to be very much an inspirational one. I'm just having a hard time believing that it happened 20 YEARS ago.

It's late and I have a long day ahead tomorrow. Nite.