Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt...
Well, at last it is here. June 9th,2006. This is the day I officially turn 28. Technically, this won't happen until around 6:08 tonight, but still worth mentioning. I have now outlived Janis and Jim.
Anything spectacular planned? Nah, not really. I am kinda weird about birthdays. Growing up it always fell after school was out and most friends were gone on vacation. Family didn't really pay a whole lot of mind to it. The only thing that seemed to change during the week of my birthday was the amount of mail I got. Could always count on a few aunts and a grandmother to send me a card usually with some little girl on it that looked extremely happy to be celebrating. Through teenage years, it became the excuse to go to Powell and spend the rest of the summer with Granny and Papaw. As I grow older it becomes just another day. Now, this is not to say that I never did anything for my birthdays, just saying that the occasions that I did, stand out significantly in my feeble mind these days. I could tell you about the surprise slumber party I planned for myself in 2nd grade. Remembering what I said earlier, about everyone being gone with school being out, with that in mind I took it upon myself to plan a complete sleepover 3 weeks before my birthday. When did mom find out? When 10 other mothers dropped their beautiful little girls off on a Friday night. Yeah, that was truly lovely.
Or, I could tell you about the time that my aunt decided to take her two lovely nieces camping in another state for one's birthday. I hate camping. Unless, it involves a motor home and electricity, I really would like no part of it. My cousin and I decided to go swimming, which was the only thing that seemed to be about that we enjoyed. Mistakenly, left the tent opened and every insect and arachnid that you can imagine, crawled into our sleeping quarters for the night.
We slept in the truck that night. Let me state again... I hate camping!
I could talk about how this date also marks ten years out of high school. I graduated on my 18th birthday. But as for this year? Who knows. Maybe, I'll relax enough to enjoy it. Maybe, this next year will be better. Maybe, I won't feel so much older than every single person that I seem to know.
Mostly, for me birthdays are my way of marking where I am at in life. When I was little, 28 seemed to be the oldest age in the world. (Mainly, because it is the first birthday I can plainly remember my mother celebrating. My grandmothers never seemed as old as my mother. In that regard, I am truly my mother's child.) I reflect on the last 28 years with a sort of wide eyed wonder. Has it really been 10 years since I graduated? Has it really been almost 10 since I got married? Has it really been 9 since I had my first child? I look back at these things and wonder am I really where I want to be in my life at this point in time? The answer surprises me.
I am happy with where I am at. I have a family that I love, work that I enjoy and a place to sleep everynight. Now as far as the things that I want from life, yes, I thought I would be closer to getting them than where I am at now. But life moves on, often these days just a little faster than I would like. But still yet, they move. While, I'm the first person to admit that no, I don't age gracefully. I'll also say that I have sort of gotten used to it with time. I said sort of.
Besides, what better way to celebrate June 9th, than with Big Ern's arraignment being today.
Smile... it increases face value.
Anything spectacular planned? Nah, not really. I am kinda weird about birthdays. Growing up it always fell after school was out and most friends were gone on vacation. Family didn't really pay a whole lot of mind to it. The only thing that seemed to change during the week of my birthday was the amount of mail I got. Could always count on a few aunts and a grandmother to send me a card usually with some little girl on it that looked extremely happy to be celebrating. Through teenage years, it became the excuse to go to Powell and spend the rest of the summer with Granny and Papaw. As I grow older it becomes just another day. Now, this is not to say that I never did anything for my birthdays, just saying that the occasions that I did, stand out significantly in my feeble mind these days. I could tell you about the surprise slumber party I planned for myself in 2nd grade. Remembering what I said earlier, about everyone being gone with school being out, with that in mind I took it upon myself to plan a complete sleepover 3 weeks before my birthday. When did mom find out? When 10 other mothers dropped their beautiful little girls off on a Friday night. Yeah, that was truly lovely.
Or, I could tell you about the time that my aunt decided to take her two lovely nieces camping in another state for one's birthday. I hate camping. Unless, it involves a motor home and electricity, I really would like no part of it. My cousin and I decided to go swimming, which was the only thing that seemed to be about that we enjoyed. Mistakenly, left the tent opened and every insect and arachnid that you can imagine, crawled into our sleeping quarters for the night.
We slept in the truck that night. Let me state again... I hate camping!
I could talk about how this date also marks ten years out of high school. I graduated on my 18th birthday. But as for this year? Who knows. Maybe, I'll relax enough to enjoy it. Maybe, this next year will be better. Maybe, I won't feel so much older than every single person that I seem to know.
Mostly, for me birthdays are my way of marking where I am at in life. When I was little, 28 seemed to be the oldest age in the world. (Mainly, because it is the first birthday I can plainly remember my mother celebrating. My grandmothers never seemed as old as my mother. In that regard, I am truly my mother's child.) I reflect on the last 28 years with a sort of wide eyed wonder. Has it really been 10 years since I graduated? Has it really been almost 10 since I got married? Has it really been 9 since I had my first child? I look back at these things and wonder am I really where I want to be in my life at this point in time? The answer surprises me.
I am happy with where I am at. I have a family that I love, work that I enjoy and a place to sleep everynight. Now as far as the things that I want from life, yes, I thought I would be closer to getting them than where I am at now. But life moves on, often these days just a little faster than I would like. But still yet, they move. While, I'm the first person to admit that no, I don't age gracefully. I'll also say that I have sort of gotten used to it with time. I said sort of.
Besides, what better way to celebrate June 9th, than with Big Ern's arraignment being today.
Smile... it increases face value.
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Friday, June 09, 2006
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