Dear Me,

Skipping around reading different blogs this time of year there are those gushing over the wonderful vacations they have taken and the fabulous adventures had outdoors. Perhaps gardens have made them proud and more importantly eased their grocery bill. I am still relatively new to this realm of public diaries for all to see. Recently, I have enjoyed reading entries written by parents to their young children in recognition of birthdays. Usually it is a letter, of sorts, remarking on the cute things the child has said or done over the year and how quickly the years have past. Often I have thought about how most of the things we say and do as a young child are noted by parents and others of more maturity. Ah, yes, children do say the darndest things....can't take credit for that, thanks Art Linkletter. A sizable portion of you that are still ravaged by youth do not know who Mr. Linkletter is. No matter really. My dear parents are gone, so I decided to share some random thoughts I have today, my birthday. Maybe many years from now one of my children can read it back to me and see if I can remember writing any of these words or remember any of these thoughts. Will I long for the good ol' days I have now? Just have to wait and see.



Thoughts to Myself so I May Think Them Later


Birthdays past I have heard my mom tell the story of going to the hospital for my birth. My dad, friendly man that he was, kept talking to people along to way while she tried to urge him on, in great pain and with urgency but trying to pretend like all was normal. Finally, she made it to the maternity area and she knew I was anxious to appear. Super bummer for her, it was too late for any meds to ease the pain. I'm number three, the baby, the only girl....and I was already being a pain in the butt (area). Oh no, breech. Uh, a really super bummer, doubled-over, greet the world with my moon breech. Sooooooo sorry mom, didn't mean to. I like to think I was bent over laughing already, but not because of the excrutiating pain that must have been. Bless her, she always wondered if that was the root of all my back trouble. Who knows, wasn't your fault anyhow.


Some of the cute things I did this year were....hmmmm....ummmmm....... there was the time, uh, no, didn't mean to do that. Well.....uhhhhhhhh, oh yeah! Isn't my blog just the cutest! I enjoy it so far, as I write, I really think that I am speaking to literally vast amounts of people. My innocent excitement and naitivite is certainly cute....especially at my age. If nothing else this shows my determination since so far the most comments I've had on one post was three. That poor ol' horse I keep crawling back on is sooooo sway backed and has no teeth, but it's so cute!


Painting, I started it in the Fall. Not as bad as I thought I would be, the cobwebs, I mean. Hey! I can paint from the image in my head and not just from looking at something right in front of me! Maturity? Untapped talent? Years of images viewed, filed, and stored now in the aisles of my
noggin? I'm an artist, not a brainiac. Yippee!

I started giving my nails a little attention. No, I'm not tacky....that often. Once I learned years ago that SuperSpouse couldn't care less what my nails look like, correction, SuperSpouse doesn't care for long nails, well, I rarely made time for them. Just kept them clipped short. Frankly, it has been very convenient all these years. But whadayaknow, I became self concious this year about my nails. The ones that weren't cut off years ago at the cotton gin look amazing!

The way I have been giving some of my dishes I prepare for my nicknamed family some presentation in recent months has been so Paula Deen of me. Hey y'all, it can taste good AND look purty! Bawn your petite!

Years ago I was under the impression that an antique was something at least 50 years of age. I don't know if that is correct or not. I do like older pieces better than new ones. I am getting very used to myself too, knowing me better than I ever have. I will be prized in just a short time.

Old underwear is not a good thing, even if it is rarely seen by others.

High heels are almost out of the question for me these days so thank you hoity toity fashion gods for making flats acceptable. Visualize my heels dug in creating a perfect row for planting as I try to stay far away from dark tan, match everything, old style nurse's shoes.

The way I pull the covers up to my neck and 26 seconds later throw them off in one smooth, swift swoosh!

That quick flipping back and forth of my hand close to my face with that distinctly southern charm.

Sometimes I get things mixed up because I misunderstood a word. Everyone around me still thinks it's funny!

Just a few of the things that I observed about myself that are special and unique to me. This next year will have more titillating and riveting nuiances that I may or may not notice. Those of us that are on the verge of seeing our teeth grow longer - still changing by the year.

I love me anyhow and don't even give a rip that it's not that cute.