Happy Birthday to Me!!

Yes, it's that time again. I'm 43 today. My husband asked me this morning if I felt old. I said no, just more tired.

I had quite the day yesterday. I lost both my cable and my telephone at the same time, for some unknown reasons (no, the bills were paid!) With my cell phone, I didn't miss the phone that much, except that I couldn't get online, but man, did I miss TV! There wasn't even anything on, it being a Sunday afternoon, but just the fact that I couldn't channel surf about made me insane!

Since my hubby and I both have to work today, we celebrated my b-day yesterday. Erik made me a cake and when Terry got home from work we all went to my favorite Mexican restaurant. Terry and I had fajitas and Erik had chicken enchiladas and a serious game of moon-eyes with the cute little waitress. Then we went home and ate birthday cake and watched Blazing Saddles, one of my favorite movies of all time.

It might sound boring to you, but, more importantly, did I have fun? Is Bismarck a hewwing?

So, I must sally forth into the evening and work tonight. It's the first time I've EVER worked on my birthday in my entire LIFE! Can you believe that? Usually, come hell or high water I take the day off, but with all the changes going on in my life I just plain forgot my birthday was coming up in time to put in for the day off. So sally forth, I must. I must, I must.

Enough esoteric Blazing Saddles references. If you haven't ever seen the movie and have no idea what I'm talking about, for god's sake go out and rent the damn movie! It's hilarious! What have you been doing with your time, anyway? Nuf'm, eh?

Anyhoo, here's a pic I find wicked cute.

Yes, Rainy really sleeps this way.





Today's poem:

Wild Oats In The Slow-Cooker

When I mixed my future,
I was not yet old enough
to stir.
I had not paid for my meal.
My emotions were
not yet ripe,
my decision-making abilities
unseasoned.
I could not taste the sweetness of life,
nor the bitterness of living that life.
I did not feel the grit between my teeth--
my sauciness did not relieve the dry texture.
My world was bland when I did what I did,
and in my search for spice,
I lost the recipe I was taught to follow.
Now, I must eat my hasty words.
If the concoction does not taste good to me,
then I have learned
never to challenge fate again.

--Nan Whetstone

Now, go do that voodoo that you do so well!!!