MOTHERS DAY DIDN'T TOTALLY SUCK

Well I thought it was going to suck really bad because I had to work from 10:30 to 7:00, and I was pissy and depressed and bitchy about it. I think it was showing because my manager kept asking me what was wrong, I kept saying nothing but he didn't believe me, because he kept asking. Anyway... I am at work and John and the boys show up, they were looking for some tap set to fix a motorcycle. I kept looking for them to say goodbye, but they never came back my way. So I finally go on lunch and I figure I am going to eat in the car because I am not good company to anyone, and I am eating and it is really hot so I think I am going for a drive to cool off and suddenly my phone rings and I am thinking emergency because how would J know when I am on break, but he says "where are you going?" and proceeds to tell me he was coming to get the truck so they could pick up more dirt for the backyard, so I pull off and switch the cars and I go back to work. Then finally around 4:00 I get sent home - HOORAY! - so I go home and I get in the house and they tell me close your eyes and they lead me out onto the deck and I open my eyes and there is a big beautiful gas grill! I have wanted one for like five years, I get so sick of waiting for charcoal and this one is great it has three burners and a side burner and it is stainless steel and beautiful! I guess they had to do a lot of secret stuff around the store to get it by me because I was all over the store doing different things and they couldn't talk over the radio because I had one on a lot of the time. Covert ops as the kids said. Well he totally surprised me this time! And Mother's Day didn't totally suck.

Birthdays are just another day

So today I am thirty nine, when I was younger I always looked forward to my birthdays and adults would say "just wait till you get older, you won't look forward to them they are just another day." I thought - You are totally stupid and I will always love my birthday. But today I am thirty nine and it really is just another day. Things really change when you get older, you have so much to do, and you don't really have that much time to sit and ponder about what you want for your birthday, who you want to come to your party, if your Grandma will send you money again.....blah, blah, blah. Somewhere along the line the "specialness" of the day just evaporates and you are just glad if you get cake. In my head I am still young, but in the mirror the lines around my eyes are getting a little deeper, and the skin on the back of my hands is starting to look like my Mom's. I can't deny the years are just slipping by quicker and quicker, and I still have to decide what I want to be when I grow up.

My Sissy called me this morning and it was great to talk with her, we don't get to chat very often. She is young and getting her freak on with many young men, I think it is awesome. She knows how to have fun and she is going for it. I sometimes have some envy girl feelings about how free she is, no one to tell her what to do really and no one always up her behind asking her to do things for them. Plus she is a smartie girl and has many deep thoughts. I just think about what I am making for dinner, and did I remember to switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer? It gets smelly if you don't and then you have to wash it again.

The other thing is, and I believe I have expressed this before, my birthday is the same damn day every year, why does my hubby always say "Honey, I didn't have time to get you anything." I already have a gift for him for fathers day and it is in frickin June for Pete's sake. Is that just a general man thing? Do they even think of the day at any other time, even like a week before and you can plan something. He always waits till the last minute for me, it sort of makes me feel like an afterthought.

Anyway, it is a Tuesday, just another day.
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