Saturday, May 14, 2011

38 Years and Guitars

So I turned 38, like almost exactly 2 weeks ago.  That means I am not in my mid thirties anymore.  I think it is official.  But I got carded twice today.  Once for ciggarettes and once for beer.  I think they were fucking with me.  Didn't happen at the liquor store.  Probably cuz they know me.  See me all the time.  What does that tell you? 
So on my birthday Osama Bin Laden died.  Heavy, I know.  Justice, I am pretty sure.  Like a birthday present from the President to me.  I remember 9/11 vividly.  My sober, but drug attled at the time mind, remembers.  Porn was found in his room when the invasion/assasination happened.  What does that tell you? 
So the world is a very strange and fucked up place.  Who does not realize that?  Gas prices out the roof!  Unemployment crazy high!  Middle East melting down.  Hunger, addiction, sickness, and sadness rampent!  What does that tell you?
Husband and young friend are playing guitars.  I don't know any of the words.  Husband remembers very little of what he used to play all the time.  I request all kinds of shit and rememeber NO words.  What does that tell you?
So my sister is having a baby. She is 35, almost 36, hypertensive, and due to deliver in August.  Her daughter, 19 and single, is due to deliver any time.  I am very close to being a great aunt and an aunt again.  I can't have any more babies.  I am at once very happy about that and kind of sad. No future as a mommy blogger for me.  Maybe a grand-mommy blogger, but not a mommy blogger.  My youngest child is very quickly approaching her 17th birthday.  Middle child is 19.  Oldest is very quickly approaching his 21st birthday.  What does that tell you?
Life is fleeting.  Most especially if you are a terrorist or a parent!