Wonderful Birthday Weekend

I am amazed at how quickly my birthday has started coming around! My birthday is exactly 6 months from Christmas and it just seems like yesterday that it was Christmas.

Getting old =(

I am now forty-four.....yep, 44.

Looking back over 4 decades of my life, there are a few things I'd like to tell my younger self in hopes of making my older self a better person.

To my 4 year old self: that squirmy, smelly, whiney thing in the next room will one day be your greatest ally. In the meantime, tolerate him. It gets better.

To my 14 year old self: They keep refering to this royal wedding as a "fairy tale" and it is. Charles and Diana will one day be divorced. Marry for true love. AND that smelly, whiney thing in the next room will be your greatest ally one day...I promise...in the meantime, don't kill him. It does get better.

To my 24 year old self: Run.... Don't worry what other's will think. It will only get worse. Just leave. Pack up your little girl and run! Someone else WILL love you one day, and make you his wife and give you more children and you will be happy.

To my 34 year old self: This too shall pass. You remember what it was like to be 13. One day your "little girl" will come back to you and she see that you tried to make the best choices but that you are human. And see what I mean about your little brother? He turned out to be pretty fun huh?

And finally to my 44 year old self: It's never to late to go for your dreams! Remember that if you put your mind to it, nothing will stand in your way.

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We spent the weekend in Montgomery at Alabama's National American Miss.
This was Kaitlyn's first pageant.

He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother

Forty years ago today, my little brother was born.

Actually, I guess now that he's forty, I shouldn't continue to call him my "little" brother.

I Guess I'm a Little Behind (in more ways than one)

My oldest called me today and demanded to know why her baby sister had more posts than she or their brother had.

Well, I guess I'm a little behind, in more ways than one. Read that anyway you like.

I missed my annual "Happy Birthday Julz" post because 1) we had just survived a tornado and had no power and 2) I wasn't here to post it on her birthday anyway. I was enjoying a much deserved spa day, compliments of my boss. I did text her the morning of her birthday as we were leaving for the spa. I know that she got it because she replied with my catch-phrase for all mothers on their child's birthday: "Happy Giving Birth Day." I cried when I got it and I saved it in my messages, because I'm sentimental like that.

So I am a month late posting a big Happy Birthday to a very important person in my life, my daughter Julz!

I am also seven months behind posting Happy 17th birtday to Tigger, who turned 17 back in December.



He's a little more forgiving, especially when I let him drive my car to his girlfriend's house.



While I'm at it, I missed saying Happy Birthday to my darling hubby, who also celebrated in March. I took the day off to spend it with him, so I doubt he cared that I didn't post it.



There, that should catch me up.

~En-JOY!