I will be 45 on March 17, 2005. I feel very old. I didn't mind at all turning 40, but somehow this one has me spooked.
I try to tell myself that another year older is better than six feet under, which is true I certainly am not ready to give up the ghost.
I just wish I could regain that feeling of joy that I used to get as a child when my birthday came around. It is hard to do that in the midst of the busiest time of the year at work, and with kids who are home for spring break and bored to tears from being in the house all week while mrangelmeg and I both work our tails off. Even my siblings won't acknowledge my birthday. It may as well be just another day that ends sadly, leaving me feeling like Eyeore, "if it is a good day, which I doubt"
I need to get a more philosophical outlook on this whole process: God has granted me another year of wisdom, which I can use to make more intelligent and spiritual choices in my life.
Hoo Hoo Hoo, Ha Ha Ha Ha. Yeah right.
Where is the green beer when you need it.
Happy My Birthday everyone.