You just have to snicker at the post title. I am. Of course, I mainly put it there to see how many hits happen from Google today (and in the future) because I have nothing better to do with my time.
The past couple of days, I have tried to find a topic to actually sit and write a post about, but I lack dedication to the task. Each time I sat down to throw my thoughts into words, it just kind of ... well, fell apart. Actually it was more like the thoughts just dried up like a water droplet on the sidewalk in Phoenix during the summertime...wait, that sounds like now. So maybe it is a factor of the heat affecting me. It's an excuse, flimsy, but I will use it.
We are just over halfway through the month of August, and I am dreading the next three weeks. My birthday is coming up around the Labor Day weekend. What's so bad about that? It's my 40th and I am leery of my family. When I lived at home (my HS years) the "important" birthdays (ie. 16, 18, etc) were celebrated by usually some fancy-ish restaurant, and I hated they always did the embarrassing thing of having the cake brought out and waiters/waitresses sing loud and off key so everyone within three blocks knew it was my birthday. I so hated that. I hate any birthday of mine being made a big deal of. Which brings me back to the whole 40th thing. Sigh.
I'm probably worrying over nothing, fearing some big deal being made of it. I dunno. There are so many more important things I could waste time worrying about. Oh well.
PeacE
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