45!

Original Acrylic by Rocky (thanks babydoll!)

Dickidoo rudely woke me up with a birthday spanking.  Even through the thick fog of sleep I realized what he was doing and the countdown never made it to '11'.  There's aready enough for a woman my age to dread with each birthday, I don't need the threat of an ever increasing amount of birthday spankings added to the steadily growing list.

I think I'm over my little pity party.  Thanks to all of you who have expressed such heartfelt wishes and prayers for my son and our family.  It means a lot to me.  I really thought I was tough, I sent my husband off to war a few times in the past and I thought I could handle this.  Well, the stakes are a little different, as are the fears.  And so I now place the safety of my son in the hands of his unit, his country, his Maker... and his fireproof undies!

I'm not even going to bother to proof read this entry.  My keyboard is so sticky that I have to pull some of the keys back up as I type.  There was a little 'accident' last night involving an involuntary twitch and a glass of wine that had me banging my keyboard upside down to drain it while my son cackled like a witch on the sidelines.  (Haha Art, you just wait... I know where you live and you have to sleep sometime!)  Lessons learned:  While wine is a good source of antioxidants and is beneficial for your body, it is not recommended for your computer keyboard. 

I have 2 cordless phones in this house, so why is it that I can never find them when the phone rings, and then I have to run through the house like a mad rhino trying to get to one of the wall phones before the demented, possessed answering machine picks up the call?  I just about killed myself trying to answer the phone just now.  I'm 45!  I'm too dang old for this!  Wheres my Metamucil?  I'll be in the powder room playing Pocket Yahtzee...  please leave a message at the tone. Beeeeeeeeep!