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I am "The Full Monty"- Vibrant, Educated, Articulate, Twisted.
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Monday, March 03, 2008 I dont know how to feel today people. But I know that I am feeling something versus nothing.... Ummmmmm..I am happy to know that I made it another year considering the bullshit drama that I have had to go through in the last year. I am happy that I have a job and all of the other things that sometimes can be taken for granted. I am happy I have a cool kid and that I have a few great friends- that dispense really great advice and even just a listening ear when I need to vent- or cry or whatever. I am happy to know that spring is just around the road and today I am dressed for it to bring it in early. I am happy to still be considered "beautiful" as someone from the gas station told me the other day as I was fixing a hot dog, with no make up on, a zit on my chin, and piddling with the mustard spout..... "Excuse me" he says on the opposite side of the food counter. "Might I say you are most beautiful." and I know I turned 50 shades of blushing red, and I told him that was the sweetest thing I have heard in a long time. and it was...it brightened my day. So- why do I feel bummed out on my birthday? maybe it is just a phase or something..I dont know... I commented on my friend Jerr's blog on his Why Ask Why Friday - that a former male companion called me on yesterday to wish me a happy early birthday, and he noticed the tone in my voice, and asked what was wrong. and I kind of got teary eyed and blurted: "I am 38 and I am not sexy anymore.." and to this he laughed and made a comment and was like- basically, "What the hell are you talking about?" and I really didnt know myself. It just blurted off my lips. and at this moment of writing this- i still have no freakin idea, which leads me to believe that this is just a mental phase. My son is more excited than I am. He is planning a birthday party for me today. His menu: Hot dogs with all of the extras- cause he knows I am a hot dog fanatic. Chips and Salsa dip and he is baking me a one of a kind birthday cake. and then he asked me last night before going to bed: "Mom, will 38 candles fit on the cake?" I told him the cake would look better with the frosting and sprinkles instead of candles. He agreed......and then I went in my room and cried......yep I did......hormones? I dont know......Alas, here I am....and yes. I will make the best out of it...truly....... So- without further adieu, sneak a shot of something and raise your glasses in the air and have a toast with and on me today: "Here's to the women who sit on the mens faces, and Here's to the men that get up in the morning and don't wash it off!" Happy Birthday To Me! ~c
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