My Birthday

I don't feel any different than the day before, yet here I am, forty.  My husband convinced my sisters to come visit and after the initial shock, it turned out to be a good thing.  I was able to enjoy listening to my nephews feet hit the pecan tree branches and my niece giggle.

 

My daughter pulled out her banjo and sang Happy Birthday in front of my entire party.  It was amazing.  I was very proud.

 

The actual day, I went to a massage therapist and had lymphatic massage and it was wonderful.  It left me feeling drained from all the energy.

 

All in all, a good birthday.

 

Not to mention, a few days earlier, my daughter helped me find my missing rings.  I'm a lucky person.

 

The fun isn't over though.  This weekend my husband and I are out for more nefarious adventures in turning 40.  I told him to bring lots of dollar bills.  It's going to be fun.

 

Ahh-Cha-Cha!

Count Down to Forty

In few short days, I will turn forty.  It's hard to realize I'm that age.  I don't look it, don't feel it, but nevertheless, here it comes.

 

I've decided a few things about forty.  First off, any person that begins with 'Lordy-Lordy' shall be cut off in mid-sentence with verbally or physically.  It raises my hackles.  Come up with something new people.  My inner self says the people that will try will be those who learned the hard way that I don't like 'Marsha-Marsha' either.

 

There's a lot of take about cougars.  What?  I think I'll be a puma instead.

 

My husband says maturity began for him at forty.  That means I have a few short days to grow up?  I think he's full of crap.  I refuse to lose my sense of wonder that being a mature adult seems to suck out of a person.

 

I have deemed forty to be a good year.  And so it shall be.  Mature or not.

Alright, this is not mature.  Do I want to go to a comedy club for my birthday?

No.  I want to go to a topless bar with a goody bag.  Because I'm growing up afterwards.  Anybody suggest such a nefarious birthday?  No.

YES.  Now I shall bitch and moan and tear out my hair, beat my chest and wonder if the people around me actually paid attention to the whole lifestyle change talk.

I'm doing it for myself, yes.  But encouragement and going out in style would be nice.

Blowing a Fuse and Not Waking Backup: Really

Lucky #20.  The magical breaker supplying power to the outlets in my cave.  It took much patience not to throw my battery backup across the room to make it shut up while I shut down two computers, and my music equipment shaking from the sound of blowing a light bulb combined with the unmistakable smell of electrical discharge.  I almost feel sorry for the camel cricket that jumped across my slippers as I groped with my cell phone as a flashlight in a corner of my basement.  I said almost... I screamed.. but didn't drop the phone.  Cricket just had to jump back within two feet of me.  I am sure parts of that bug are between the fibers of my sock I jumped so hard. 

A Busy Blog

I went on vacation thinking about the whole busy thing.  The gears turned.  Alas I could do nothing as where I went on vacation had no Internet and WOW, Sprint decided to turn into weasels and drop where one can call in and turn one's phone into a hot-spot for about a dollar a day.

 

So anyway, I came home and looked at my blog again.  I've decided to change a few things, but for the most part, not so much.  Busy is what I am.  And this blog is me.  So, since I'm not selling anything, I think having a blog I like looking at is part of the joys of diversity.  However, the people that gave me tips were spot on with some things, and I thank them for helping me find my way.

 

Weekend at the Office

My weekend has been so full of excitement.  Forgive me for ever complaining about being bored.  Boring sounds so good right about now.  However, drama follows me like static cling and it feels like another day at the office.  *sigh*

 

It is amazing the things that go on in my life.  I wouldn't believe me, but alas I was there.