Yep, that's me. And my mom keeps reminding me every year on this date how Dad almost didn't get her to the hospital because of the snowstorm 58 years ago. Naturally, she also tells me how much joy I've brought into her life. Typical Mom, ya know.
Dang, 58 is getting to darn close to that big six oh! I mean, sheesh, I'm looking forward to retirement about 7 more years down the road, but I hate the thought of reaching that age to get there. And ya know what? I don't feel any older than, say, 40? Though I was feeling the snow move in at work last night. Aching bones and joints... just enough to be a pest, and one wing-ding of a sinus headache. Why couldn't I have been born on a warmer day?
Happy birthday, this week contains my Dad's, sister's and niece's birthdays. Three generations of January babies. (I've got cake coming out of my eyes by the way.) They always sneak up on me too because when I lift up the December calender to see what's coming up next month all I see is the refrigerator. (Doesn't stop me from doing it twenty times, it just doesn't help.)
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my Real birthady is at the end of January some time. i dont selibrate it so i dont remember when it is. what usialy happins is my friends and family wish me happy birthday, then i tell them they are nuts for i dont realy care that it is my birthday, to me i am just shorter of breath and one day closer to death.