Birthday blogging

If there is a day that should be marked on every blog, it's one's birthday.  This is the most opportune time to reflect on life, birth, death, all that good stuff....

So why am I so blase on my birthday?!?  I've gotten a happy birthday from everyone - and I mean everyone.   I even got a birthday card from my local music station 101.5.  And I don't listen to the radio.... weird.

So, I'll succumb to fate and talk about my birthday.  Actually, no.... I don't want to talk about my birth... I was there, I'm sure of it, but it's all so fuzzy.  Let's start with a short description of my childhood.  Today, I was thinking about being 6 - roughly 30 years ago today, I was getting ready to enter first grade.  This wasn't kindergarten.... This was the big time.  I was going to start REAL school.  I don't remember caring for it much.  I remember watching the younger kindergarteners get snack times and nap times and T.V. times... I was stuck with a pencil, a bunch of notebooks that got lost weekly, and some wierd thing called "home work" that my parents insisted I do. 

Life hasn't changed much.

I have a real job.  I'm still stuck with a pencil in my hand, papers that get lost weekly and, yes, I still get, and procrastinate, with homework.  I'm still fighting the good fight for those naps and snacks, though.  


OOOOOHHH.... I got birthday balloons....With lollipops.   I never get birthday balloons, what a treat!  Let the snacking and the napping commence!  Maybe I'll throw in a little TV watching for good measure.  I wonder if Mr Rogers is on.  Ah, I'll settle for Big Bird.

Namaste
Thea