It’s here again. Another year ’round this star, out here in the inky blackness. Thirty-eight spins, one arm on the wheel, the other hanging out the window. Feels…ok.
I don’t feel old (except when I get up from sitting for a long time, thankyouverymuch creaky joints, I’m fully aware I haven’t been to the gym in six months). I don’t feel particularly young either. I feel very middle aged, and lately have been flirting with a midlife crisis more often than I’m comfortable admitting. So in honor of turning
21 with experience 38, a wish. Or several.
I wish A’s year calms down and the interventions we’re putting into place help him soar, not serve as a crutch. I hope the meeting today with the district’s elementary GT coordinator and school social worker brings direction.
I wish for a new iPhone, as my current one is slowly dying on me. It’s a grumpy old man and doesn’t like that I’m a young, vibrant, delicate flower. So he crashes and acts up and slows down and tries to bring me to his grumpapalooza.
I wish and hope and pray and cross fingers that the job I interviewed for yesterday afternoon pans out. I will say no more, for reasons ranging from privacy to jinxing, but it would truly be a birthday gift to hear something today.
I wish the
idjits folks over at Facebook would quit farking with the layout already. And while they’re at it, they can get the hell off my lawn, too. Ah. My age is…showing its age.
I wish for…a lessening of the chaos. At 138% chaos here on any given day, I’d give part of my liver (it grows back!) to see 83.875% chaos more often.
I wish and hope and pray and cross fingers that there no more surprises with this house. Yesterday the duct cleaning crew discovered a baseball in the furnace…that had been there for at least five years, based on the kid’s autograph and my knowledge of previous owners. I have no desire to discover the home was built on an old Indian graveyard 45 years ago. We have enough crap to deal with without the television eating my children. And for the record, I hate clowns.
And I wish, selfishly…very very selfishly, for a day all about me. Where I am the center of loving attention, not because I requested it, but simply because it’s my day. Because we’re traveling this afternoon to see family for the weekend, there will be no birthday dinner, no birthday cake, and no birthday celebration. While I’m pretty much ok with that (it’s not an age that ends in “zero”) it’s still kinda sad that adults don’t celebrate their birthdays with the same boundless joy a child does.
Happy birthday to me.
And a happy autumnal equinox to everyone else.
HUGS!!! Happy Birthday! Hoping all wishes come true for you. You deserve every one of them no matter what.
A fancy cake just for you! Happy birthday
Happy birthday, Babe! Miss you!
More hugs! And insist that there be at least birthday wine at your destination.
And you will totally get that job for your birthday! 🙂
Happy, happy birthday, my friend!!! Oh, how I wish you were available to go for a birthday martini. I know a great little spot… 😉
Happy birthday! And I share your wish for a kinder, gentler, less irritatingly stupid Facebook.
Happy Birthday! I hope all your wishes come true and then some 🙂
….Oh and I think you should swing by Lovin’ Oven and buy yourself a cupcake. Have you had them yet? The best butter cream frosting hands down and a little surprise inside.
Happy Birthday from Colorado! It’s hot out today, obviously mother nature didn’t get the memo to chill out for Autumn! Hugs friend.
Happy Birthday! I’ve quit caring if the special attention is actually on my birthday. But don’t anyone dare forget it on the actual date. I’d just rather have the first words I hear be “happy birthday” and not “he said/ he did/ I did not/that’s not fair.”
Love and a virtual.wishes.it.were.RL.hug from Ireland … for the record, you are a young spring chicken compared to me… and I’m hoping you get your ‘me’ day..really soon gtstoogiekins.. really I do… ;-D
Happy Birthday. I’m having a glass, or two, of wine in your honor! OK, so it’s just a coincidence, but now that I know it’s your birthday, I’ll drink to you…without a straw since the kids chewed them all. Hope your wishes are granted!
Happy Birthday, Jen. I’ve found packing up and leaving for an afternoon of reading at a coffee shop works as well as a day “all about me.” 🙂 Hope you have a great one and no more baseballs in the furnace.
Hope your birthday week was splendid!