Happy Birthday to me

I was sitting down to the computer to play the payday shuffle and the sun started to come up. I guess that means it is officially my birthday. Mom told me she watched the sun come up in the delivery room. So then I start to ponder whether anyone in my house will remember and start to feel slightly sorry for myself. I logged into my Yahoo doll group and the top post is a special friend that I met in Ohio saying Happy Birthday to me. Yep, God uses everyone in your life, even online friends.

I feel better, the sunrise is shining in on me, and all the kids are contented at the moment. Now is the time to go and get my bible and see what God has to say to me today. I think what I need to do is then print out a verse and put it on the microwave or somewhere else prominent so I remember at 2 o'clock when I am ready to pull my hair out.

Let me just put in a disclaimer here. I am happy with my life, this blog is all about the moments when it is either therapy (too expensive), running away (too juvenile), or resorting to the fetal position (scares the kids). When I need to just let off the steam, and rant for awhile. Keeps me from smacking someone. I use to say "therapy or bubble wrap, you choose" but now bubble wrap is like a precious commodity. So, blog it out of your system.