Growing older is inevitable; growing up is optional

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So, happy birthday to me, I guess.
I staggered out of bed this morning at 7:15, long enough to fix Madalyn’s hair and make sure Robert knew both kids’ outfits were laid out for school. Then I headed back to bed and didn’t get up until 11:45.
Basically, I have no plans today. I had plans, until I realized that Robert had his two classes to teach today. Now, I’m not one who is loathe to do things by myself, so if I had the means I’d have simply taken off to Norman or OKC on my own for the day. The monkey wrench in the works being that I HAVE NO CAR so that was out of the question, too.
So, here I sit, waiting for Robert to show up, the idea being that we will go to lunch. Unfortunately, and don’t get me wrong; I’m not deliberately looking for reasons to be dissatisfied; this is just the truth: I am sick unto death of the restaurants here. None of them are that great to begin with and then when you’ve eaten at them about a thousand times in the past couple of years, because you had no other choices, going to them just doesn’t seem like any big whoop.
Tonight we have Open House at Madalyn’s school and I think I will take myself to a movie afterward. So those are my grand plans for my birthday. *sigh*
You know, it’s not like I’m an attention whore who needs a parade and a full marching band to celebrate. But I do like to make some fuss out of birthdays — even if I have to plan the fuss my own self — and it kind of sucks, to put it bluntly, to not be able to do something at least slightly out of the ordinary. I mean, the movies will be nice and I will enjoy it — but I just went to the movies on my own on Sunday afternoon, so it’s not like it’s some rare treat.
Fear not, though, faithful readers. Lest I begin to sound completely whiny and ungrateful, I will also add that, you know, it’s not what I’d hoped for, it’s not what I’d planned….but, damn, it sure beats the alternative of NOT having any more birthdays. So I will delay my celebration and just be happy I’m here to do any celebrating at all — and that my family is here to do it with me.
(And, after all, I am going to see Paul three times in the next two months, that sure doesn’t suck!)

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About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

4 responses

  1. Happy Birthday, Mary! Had I known or remembered, I would have known or remembered. Sorry I didn’t remember. I know I knew but forgot to remember.
    Happy Birthday!
    Dave

  2. **nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh***YOU SAY ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY?? happy bday mary–we should go celebrate soon! we will go to papa’s and have a birthday martini!!!!

  3. Happy Birthday hun!! I forgot too 😦 I suck I know! Just keep saying to yourself …
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