Award

My friends Alicia and Jess both gave me this award and in turn I am supposed to write ten honest things about myself. I'll try to be original and come up with something that ya'll don't already know....

1) I'm pretty strict, I like rules, and it really, really bothers me when I have to deal with kids from families who don't agree with my need for rules. Because of this I have a hard time understanding, accepting or even liking some kids.

2) I'm pretty sure I have OCD.

3) I hate, hate, hate being late, or when other people are late, or when things start late. This is a bad thing for someone who is surrounded by people and groups who are very lax about punctuality.

4) I'm mean and angry a lot more often than I'd like to be.

5) I wish I could afford to only work part time, or be a SAHM.

6) I'm becoming more conservative as I get older, although I don't think I'll ever go so far right as to become a Republican :D

7) I consider converting to Christianity fairly often, even though I don't believe in the core belief that Jesus is the son of God. However I feel there is a lot that a Christian church can offer in the way of moral teaching that my kids sadly don't get through our UU church, even though I think that UUs are more innately moral than most Christians. Why is that we don't bother teaching our kids those morals?

8) I am very grateful that I have girl children; I am pretty intolerant of boy's behavior.

9) There's a part of me that is really drawn to the "country" life-style: cowboy boots and hats, music, horses, ranches, farming, square dances. But I probably would be miserable if I ever tried to adopt the life as the viewpoints on most everything is so radically different from mine.

10) I have a daddy complex, I think my dad is perfect and no man, including my husband, will probably ever be able to live up to him. Sorry honey. If it's any consolation, you are a very, very close second.

Whew, that's it. I probably offended half the people who read my blog with this post, sorry. Honesty can be brutal. Now I'm supposed to tag some people to follow up:

Sarah
Linda

You're it!

Happy birthday to me

Today is my birthday. I am a whole 33 years old, whoo-hoo. Not. Not that I have anything against 33, it's not any different from 32, to tell ya the truth, it's just that whole, I'm getting older and life doesn't even have the courtesy to notice kinda thing that gets me a little down.

I took today off and honestly, it was quite nice. Okay, so techinically I was off, in reality I was troubleshooting web problems. But it did feel kinda nice to have the boss call me on my day off to fix something, showed me that I do actually have some skillz. Nevermind that everyone else he woulda normally called first was also on vacation. I HAVE SKILLZ.

I also spent the morning babysitting for a friend's kids. They were awesome, so sweet and well behaved and they kept Fiona occupied. Despite how it sounds (work and babysitting?!) it was a wonderful morning. Around noon my friend came by and we hung out chatting, something we hardly ever get the chance to do anymore. At 1:30 she headed home and Fiona and I took a N.A.P. Also heavenly. Then at 3:00 we took off to pick up Saskia from camp.

It was great to have Saskia come home, she matured so much in the five days she was gone! It's amazing to me, the changes are subtle, but she is definitely more "grown up" now. She went away a little girl and came back... not a woman, and not a teen... but someone more in charge of herself and more independant. It's pretty damn cool.

This evening Paul cooked me a yummy curry dinner before needing to head out to a meeting. And just now, I served myself a cake (with two candles, is that sad?) and forced the girls to sing happy birthday to me. Yeah, I can be kindof pathetic at times. Then I called my granny, who happens to also have her birthday today. She turned 97! Whoo-hoo, happy birthday grandma!

So now the question is, what next? In some ways I can feel each birthday pushing me further towards the grave. I weigh more than I ever have in my entire life (next time I go into the doctor's office I'm beating that scale to pieces), and I'm pretty darn unhealthy. I am tired, boring and sometimes mean. But I'm also:

in love with my family and children, happy with my career, pursuing interests and hobbies that make me feel fullfilled, and trying to learn new things. So maybe 33 isn't so bad, after all...