Deja Vu All Over Again

I know I have gotten very lazy about posting lately but as I titled a previous post, life happens. I've been busy working at the ballpark 4 nights a week, church on Wednesday night, working on my kitchen, and writing letters to my 20 year old, homesick baby at basic training. Good news though - ball season ended last night and my kitchen is almost finished so that will be two things I'll mark off my list. Still have graduation parties, a party at my house in June, 4th of July celebrations and my son's graduation September 2. Where did summer go?

I've also been struggling with some personal issues that I haven't told my friends or family about. We'll see how many of them check my blog on a regular basis now by the questions I get from this!

Since I already have my summer scheduled (something every single weekend until July 10th so far!), posting new stuff on the blog will be scarce. I promise if you don't hear from me soon, I will have tons of stories to tell when summer is over. The trip to my son's graduation for 9 hours in a vehicle with my ex should be inspiration for a ton of them. So if I don't talk to you again here, have a great summer. But if something hilarious or life changing happens in the meantime, I'll be here to share it with you.

Happy Birthday to Me!!

Yesterday I turned 47. 47!!! How did that happen? I don't feel any different than I did at 46 and I'm the same size now that I was at 16. If you don't believe it look at my driver's license! My weight hasn't changed in 31 years. I do think the last time I renewed my license though, the lady kind of smirked when she asked me if there were any changes and I said no. Back on track now - 47. That's not even a milestone birthday. So how did I end up who I am and where I am at the age I am? Who knows?! One day I was a senior in high school with my whole life ahead of me; the next day I was a mother and wife; the next day my kids were grown, I was a grandmother and I was single again.
Birthdays have never bothered me until now. Now I think, "Wow, I'm 47 and not getting any younger (or slimmer apparently) and there may be a chance that I'm all I'm going to have for the rest of my life." Can I spend the rest of my life living alone? I guess that one remains to be seen. There are days when I have hope that Mr. Right will come along and make me his wife. But there are other days when the loneliness seems to overwhelm me and I am truly afraid of being alone. My birthday was one of those days when the loneliness won out. To quote Scarlett O'Hara though, "tomorrow is another day!" (and Mr. Right better get his butt in gear!)