Saturday, September 03, 2016


My birthday quietly came and went.  I spent most of the day alone doing a whole lot of nothing.  I thought about going catch a movie, but there wasn't anything worthwhile playing at a time I could go.  Both kids forgot until I reminded them.  Valerie said, "Oh yeah! Happy Birthday!"  In usual fashion, Veronica cried because she didn't have anything for me and it was Daddy's fault for not taking her shopping. That made me feel terrible for my kind-hearted girl.  This may come across as shallow, but truly I'm not worried about getting presents and I certainly don't need any more random stuff.  I've even told him to stop sending expensive flowers.  It' just puts a big damper on my day to have my kids forget.  Clint could have reminded them or taken them to the dollar store to pick out a card, but no.  It's not about getting a gift.  Not at all....    It goes much deeper.  It's about being remembered and appreciated.   Everybody wants to feel valued.  It's the acknowledgement that you mean something.  It's about your family saying they are glad you are still here.  It's being thought of as worthy enough for the time and effort.  Not doing anything subconsciously sends the message I'm too busy or it's too much of an inconvenience to do something nice for you.....   

On the up side, I baked myself a cake.  And we went out to dinner at Texas Roadhouse, which was good as always.  

I can remember when 44 seemed old... not so much now!  

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