Whoop-de-do. I’m fighting feeling sorry for myself- I mean, birthdays are so not a big deal when you get older, and yet- waking up to whiny kids wanting breakfast, a husband who has a stomach bug, dishes in the sink and close to 10 months of unemployment is, well, almost tear-inducing.
When I told my boys it’s my birthday, they gave me big hugs and asked when the party started. Uh, yeah- about that? Well, when mom makes all that happen, and it’s her birthday, well… so, um, no party.
Man, what a great big steaming-pile-of-poo attitude I have today! Wow. Usually I do am better than that. I have so much to be grateful for- We still have our home, our kids are healthy, I have a family and friends that love me, I have strong faith and I have been gifted with many talents. And hey! We cashed out our 401k months ago- aren’t we the lucky ones! Who knew? Ah, again that “faith” thing percolates to he surface.
So today. I’m thinking of throwing caution to the wind and charging a trip to the salon. I need a haircut and maybe, if I really feel like blowing it, a bit of fun color, . I noticed a few tiny little silver strands hiding under the curls, and unless they go pure white like my grandma, I’m coloring those babies.
Other October 3 Birthdays: Gwen Steffani, Tommy Lee, Neve Campbell, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Al Sharpton, Lindsay Buckingham, Gore Vidal, Chubby Checker.
Also, on October 3: OJ Simpson was found not-guity, even though he totally murdered his wife; Sinead O’Connor ticked off most of Catholic-dom by tearing up a picture of the Pope on SNL; The Wall comes down in Berlin, reunifiying my ancentral home into one fabulous Germany; Bobby Thompson hits the shot heard round the world, and the Giants beat the Dodgers to win the Pennant in 1951.