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Birthday Birthday Birthday. Why do we only get one per year? It's a lot of pressure, that's why. You have to have a REALLY good day or you're screwed for the year. 

I meant to clean out my closet and do all my laundry and re-evaluate my entire life and write checks to my favorite charities...but instead I got a massage and took myself out to lunch and watched a dorky rom com.

go me :-)

I don't FEEL tardy....

Two things:
ONE- when did we stop pushing our cars out of the road when they get stalled in traffic? Yesterday the light turned green and the car in front of me just didn't move, the person in it was just sitting there on her phone (probably calling someone other than AAA) and we all had to just work around her. Her hazzard lights were on, and she was just gonna wait there until Dudley Doright arrived to save her...what EVER.

TWO- I'm starting a rumor that carrying your cell phone is over. Sure, everyone will still own a cell phone, but soon you're gonna notice that all of your coolest friends will start patting their pockets and saying "gee, I guess I forgot my cell at home, can I use yours?" Once we stop carrying our cell phones we will stop having to answer them in public, and we will want to get home faster cause we're expecting a call...which will lead to carting around less stuff which will lead to my true and ultimate goal of no longer carrying around a frikin suitcase sized purse with me all over town. Our shoulders and sidewalk neighbors will thank us :-)

Also-

Lately I feel like I'm late for something but I can't figure out what...Or maybe I'm too early to see the train coming down the tracks just yet.

I've got that feeling that I'm supposed to be doing something different, that a new person/place/thing/etc is on it's way and whatever it is I am really looking forward to it because I have been doing the same dang thing for four years now and I am tired tired tired.

I love endings so much. Whenever I've left a hometown or a job or a relationship it's always felt really cool and exciting, I'm not very sentimental about situations the way I am about objects.

Whatever it is I hope that it's cute and fun and pays a lot :-)

It's been such a long time-I think I should be going-yeah

18 years ago today I packed three babies and one duffle bag onto a plane and headed home to California. Now, when I look back I can't figure out where I got the nerve to manage it, was I brave or was I naive?

I remember when the moving company guy came to give me an estimate on interstate slowboating my stuff on his truck, and he was such an upstanding gentleman, older, kind of uptight. I could tell that he had some problems with a crazy haired lady with kids crawling all over the house and toys scattered on the floor...yeah man, I had some problems with all that stuff too, that's why I was entertaining moving van estimates. Half way through the house tour my middle child got upset and barfed on the guy's wingtips...so, that helped a lot.

Anyway-I had no idea how I was going to make a life for all of us, but I was young enough that it felt more exciting than scary...those were the days.

So far so good I guess...and in celebration I try to do something independent on March 7th every year. Feel free to join me :-)