It's been awhile I know..
First it was my back, then it was a cold and last of all, a weekend of bad eating caught up with me Montezuma-style.
But here I am, popping in for a moment.
I have this plan where I get my house in order over the next week, then dedicate my October to finishing my "Really Long Story" and making Halloween costumes.
After that, I will be in fighting shape for National Novel Writing Month.
Oh yeah, and I have to make apple butter, finish my nephew's birthday quilt (his birthday was in May) and make sauerkraut.
And run a household, raise them damn kids, and that newsletter that I like to send out (don't forget to sign up- Random Shit and Meditations for The Mildly Irreverent)
I can do it. Maybe.
One of the big reasons why I have been so desperate to get on here lately, although life keeps getting in the way, is because I looked at the calendar and just had to point something out to a lot of people.
Growing up and being the youngest in a large group of friends can be very difficult at times.
I was the last to turn 16, which meant I had to scramble for fake ID's whenever we wanted to go to a punk rock show in NYC.
Getting a boyfriend was hell, being jailbait for what seemed like forever.
I was the last to turn 21, which meant sneaking into bars. Thankfully the place I grew up in had a lot of all ages shows.
Everyone was solidly in or just getting out of puberty, so my "budding breasts" where often pointed out.
Yep, they called me "Bud"..
I could go on for a long time about how much being the youngest sucked.
But here I am, finally reaping the benefits of being the youngest of you all.
Because I'm still not yet 40..In six months I will be, but then, I will still be farther away from 50 than the rest of you!
Ok that felt good! I've been waiting for years for that... I know pathetic, but when you are the youngest, you treasure these opportunities.
Ok, back to my hot water bottle, my arthritis is acting up..