Birthdays are over rated
Today was my birthday, blah, blah, blah. No birthday candles for me as this would be a fire hazard.
Date: 5/27/2009 9:39:35 PM ( 8 y ) ... viewed 2152 times
May 27, 1953 a day that should of been a bad day. My mom sitting in an airforce hospital waiting to give birth with my grandma by her side. My dad still in Virginia at the air force base there. He was skinny, handsome and with a cigarette in his mouth. (my dad would later die from complications of smoking although when he died at the age of 60 he had not smoked in 20 years).
So I am in Clovis, New Mexico and my mom gives birth but it was not a happy day for me. Hey I have blood all over me and screaming my head off. I am screaming, cut the lights, cut the lights, it is too bright here.
So for 6 weeks we stay with my grandma and then abruptly my mom runs back to Kentucky home of my dad and puts me in a crumy apartment. There dad comes and being very uneducated only went to the 8th grade he searches for work.
He gets a job at General Motors where he works for 30 years and we were dirt poor. Life even then was crap.
Ok,so I was raised poor and then my dad starting doing better and he got some raises and we eventually got our first home. It was real nice and quaint and in a real good neighborhood. A small two bedroom home that I loved.
Then dad got the brillant ideal of building a mansion on top of a hill so we could compete with the Jones so we moved and the house was nice and great but it had lots of snakes. I hate snakes.
Funny I never like the new house and it has bad memories of such which I won't go into but in that home is where my nightmares began. I wonder why people like to compete with the Jones. Isn't being poor better and being simple better.
So today, I have no mom or dad or family and I celebrate alone.
My neighbor took me for lunch and we had some orange sherbert ice cream like stuff with fruit. Wonderful. I had an ok day but after it was over with, the one thought is, is that I wasted another year and I had not achieved enough. I must do more. I sleep too much when I must do more.
Do we make a bunch of resolutions we don't keep or do we keep them and not tell. I am so busy these days with 5 forums and this blog. Now did I do enough or should I mod on the 6th??? lol, I must sleep now.
Nobody brought me any birthday cake and few remembered me but indeed I had a good day. I guess birthdays do matter, it is a reminder of how lucky we are to be alive for one more year.
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