Shernitra's birthday is today. Love that girl. It turned out that my day was open after 11:30, so we went out for lunch. Salsa. Yum. It's been a long time since I've been. I shamelessly asked the waiter if they gave free desserts for birthdays, but they didn't. He came back with spinach/cheese dip, on the house. We were happy.
Then I drove to the nail salon. Didn't tell her where we were going. She was surprised. She got a mani and I got a pedi. I was so overdue. We sat in the great big massaging chairs until our nails dried and left feeling so relaxed and happy. She's so very sweet - don't know how I'd survive without her.
Speaking of people who make me happy, and March birthdays, several come to mind. Mother was born on the 15th. She'd be 76 years old this year. Same as Elvis. I think I'll try to have a little family celebration in her honor.
My girl Jo's birthday is on the 17th. Yup. St. Paddy's Day. I've already given her two early b-day gifts. Kitchen and bath towels with shamrocks on them. She probably has a million Irish themed gifts and hates them, but she's too sweet to say. I have a couple other things (without shamrocks, and not even green), so we'll have a little celebration next week.
I have a new friend with a birthday on the 19th and my baby-daddy's is on the 21st. We get along so well. Much better now that we're not married. I have the utmost respect for him and he's a great person. We're just not great together. We're both much happier now.
July is also rife with natal days. Kiddo's on the 17th, Daddio's on the 19th, and mine on the 31st. All three of our ages will end in zero. We're 30 years apart. Cool, huh? Might try to have a big party for The D.
Speaking of my birthday, which I will be doing frequently between now and July 31st, President Obama will celebrate his four days after mine. We were born in the same year. So that means the president is younger than me. When I first realized that, it made me feel old. At least I'll be in good company with my Semicentennial! When I mentioned to my new (argumentative) friend that I couldn't be president because I was born in Japan (The D was stationed there at the time), and mentioned the controversy over our Prez's birthplace, he called me a "Birther." I hadn't heard that term. He's a left-winger and I'm a don't-give-a-shitter. Needless to say, being called a Birther isn't a compliment. At least by a liberal. Even though I don't care much about politics, I do vote, and if I had to describe my views, I'd say I'm a fiscal conservative and a social moderate. Maybe even liberal. But I'm all over the place. I don't stick to party lines. I couldn't resist telling dude I'd voted R in the last prez election and he asked me why. I said I liked Sarah Palin's hair. Truthfully, I hated it at first, but the party stylist polished her up, and who doesn't love a makeover?
Ok, here I go meandering when I should be working. Might take Daddy and Kiddo to dinner tonight. It's supposed to rain. I could really go for a nap. Over and out...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...