It’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog post; over four months, in fact! A certain fellow blog writer *cough* has given me a well-needed kick in the behind to get cracking again. You see, I’m essentially a very stubborn old goat. Well, maybe not old, but I AM stubborn. I do things when *I* feel like doing them, and I feel like getting back on the writing bandwagon! I’m not promising anything Pulitzer- or Booker Prize worthy, but I do have a few ideas floating around in this jumbled head of mine. You readers will be the only ones privileged enough to read them 😀
(Don’t worry, I’m not going to do one of these posts every year! Now that I think about it, though)… 🙂
20 years ago, on this date and time, Al and I were staying over at the neighbors’ house because you decided to make your appearance 2 weeks early (during a nurses’ strike, no less; Dad was apparently ready to ram the picket line!). When we got the call early the next day telling us that we had a baby brother, I was not exactly over the moon; I had wanted a sister SO badly!
Many, many things have happened in the last 20 years, and I’m so glad you have been here to take part in them. As you completed the halfway point in your university education, and moved out on your own, I am very proud of your accomplishments and of the man you have become. You make us proud, and I’m sure the grandparents who are no longer with us would be so thrilled and happy about how you turned out.
Happy 20th birthday, buddy. Keep on making good choices- the best is yet to come! 🙂
“Stop cheating on your future with your past….it’s over.” Wise words to live by 🙂
I’ve written before on here about my struggles with mental illness. I use the word “struggle” because it took me, oh, 27 years to realize that I suffered from depression/anxiety, and a further 2 years to find a medicine that works for me. I know that drugs affect different people very differently, but let me tell you: Effexor is BAD. Very bad. So bad that my anxiety would INCREASE and I’d worry about missing a pill due to the side effects! For me, the worst was the disturbing dreams. If I missed just ONE pill, oh boy…I’d wake up scared. The medicine I’m on now (generic Prozac) is MUCH better 🙂
Which brings me to the inspiration for this post: the dream I had the night before last. I can’t remember every detail, but I do remember this: I met someone, and the relationship evolved over time. None of this “I’m cute, you’re cute, let’s hook up”. We first saw each other at an event of some kind, and I said to a friend at one point “I knew the first time I saw him that he was the one for me”. He was a kind person, and said nice things to me. I just remember waking up and feeling happier than I have in a long, long time.
(For those of you who are wondering- my dream guy bore a striking resemblance to Ty Burrell of “Modern Family” fame. I think he’s very attractive, but what draws him to me most is his sense of humor, hard-working nature and goofiness :))
I’m big on anniversaries. I remember the date of my first kiss, my first slow dance, my second cousin once removed’s birthday, my parents’ anniversary (which even my own FATHER often forgets, but I give him a pass on that one; his mother’s birthday was the day before!)…
One year ago today, I was lying awake, a nervous wreck before I was to start a new job. That job didn’t work out for various reasons, but almost 6 months later to the day I found a job I love, and here I am 6 months after THAT still loving it!
I haven’t felt this happy in a long time…in fact, I don’t know if I’ve EVER been so at peace with my life. The next step is to get physically fit and lose weight, and to continue to take care of my mental health.
Ramble done…thanks for listening to the musings from my little corner of the world 🙂
…my neighbor and close family friend picked my brother and I up at school. We were very excited; after all, it was nearly the end of our 2nd and 5th grade years, plus we would soon be welcoming a new brother or sister! When we saw our neighbor, we knew something was up. Sure enough, my dad had taken my mom to the hospital that Friday afternoon (during, I was to learn later, a nurses’ strike!).
I can’t recall exactly what we did that night, but I do remember my father calling my neighbor’s house early in the morning, telling us we had a new baby brother. “Are you SURE?” I kept asking; I had wanted a sister for years! My father assured me that he was very much certain that the baby was a boy!
The next day, I remember walking into the front door of the hospital, and riding the elevator up to the maternity ward wriggling with excitement. When I saw my new baby brother for the first time, I fell in love immediately and I have never, EVER regretted not getting the sister I wanted.
He has brought us such joy over the past 19 years; from when he used to take our things and sell them back to us, when he wandered off to the mini golf course at the age of 3 (and scared my grandparents to death!), and when he graduated from high school last year with high honors.
Happy 19th birthday, buddy- enjoy your life. You have so much to look forward to!!