So, the time has come. I am officially an old lady. And although I have taken the time to carefully choose the photo for this evening's blog, I would like to point out that I have always looked forward to the future. Maybe not in the way of birthdays, but as it goes, here it is.
I never thought that I would reach the age of 30. You know, when I was a kid, I used to think 30 was old! Well, I guess I still do. I must somewhat contradict myself when I tell people older than me that I don't think they're old, but it's true. Perhaps it's the life that I've lead that makes me seem old. Friends always used to come to me for advice (some still do), and I was always able to answer their questions in a passable way. I tried to offer my help in many different categories and was often returned with positive smiles. So I may have become a little 'wise' through my vicarious life style, but what exactly makes a person old? By some searches, it has shown definitions saying having lived till toward the end of the ordinary term of living; and Worn out; weakened or exhausted by use;. So, that may actually apply to me, as thought I wish it didn't. I figured it's because of my past that has made me 'worn out', 'weakened', 'exhausted' and I can only hope that I am not 'toward the end of the ordinary term of living'. Sad to say, as birthdays often prove, the latter statement is true.
I'm still searching for the wrinkles. I see the white/grey hair and I am often prone to dyeing them with the 'covers 90% gray', however, half the time, it's 10% of my hair that is gray and the dye covers all but that! I used to watch my mom pull out her gray hair in a tatty attempt to look young. I remember that my granny told her that gray hair is a crown. She stopped pulling out her hair. I have yet to check for bald spots (yet she still looks incredibly young!). I would occasionally pull out my own, but that was in a selfish attempt to keep it down and not having it stand up like a soldier. It was terrible! I am quite compunctious to say that the added 'crown' has made me look a tad older, but I have stopped plucking them out in a profitless attempt at jejunity.
So now what? What is supposed to happen to me? Do I get a parade? Do I get a billion little surprises? No, I don't think so... I'll get the occasional 'Happy Birthday', but it will be the same as Mother's Day, the same as every other day. I will wake up in a bad mood, take my screaming two year old to the 'potty' and give him his 'Bloop Bloops' (Fruit Loops) and wait until the screaming resumes when my beloved Bram crawls out of bed (which is shortly after the Bloop Bloops have been splattered to the dog). If this is what 30 is going to be, then I just might not get out of bed at all when the sun rises. If there is going to be no dramatic change in my life that it's going to end up boring, then I'm going to be lost. I mean, come on! I'm 30!! Doesn't ANYBODY do anything exciting when they hit 30!?
Until then, I shall sing (quietly because everybody is sleeping):
Happy Birthday to me...
Happy Birthday to me...
Haaaaaappy Birthday though I don't know why...
Happy Birthday to me!
Oh crap. I think I just spotted a gray hair.
Mel.
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