to the beat y'all

Happy Birthday to me…38.  Yup on the back end of some thirties, feeling like I’m 45 and looking like I’m 29.  Genetics, rock it, roll it, believe it!  This is my New Year’s Eve.  This is the day that I decide what comes next.  Got some new music loaded up on the iTunes.  Got some homemade cake & In n Out in my belly.  Got a 7 & 9 year old who drive me crazy, make me happy and help me channel my inner silly.  38 Y’all that’s what it is, that’s where it’s at.  Expect more to come from this mommy.  Things have been Harry Carey and dry, but the fountain is flowing and I think this twenty-thirteen shit is gonna be FUN! As always PLGC…out-

If you see my reflection...

"can I handle the seasons' of my life?"...

"time makes you bolder and children get older, well I'm getting older too."...

I just can't listen to this song the same way that I did when I was 25. Does seven years really make that much of a difference? I guess my answer would be yes. If you had asked me then if I would be a working mom in a dual income family I would have said.."Fuck no, I'm not ever having kids." woah-hoho look at me now.

Then: Age 25, Charm City, had the "hook up" (aka Larry, guitar strings, and zucchini) happily married, crazy fun, especially when entertaining larry and alcohol. This is the kind of code I spoke in then, it made perfect sense to me.

Now: Age 32, kids (aka BG and BB) happily married to HD, still fun not-so-crazy, especially with the occasional glass of red wine or a beer. This is the kind of code I speak in now, and it makes no sense.

Where will I be at 45 and 52? Will I have developed yet another code, jargon language that seem sensible and senseless at the same time? I certainly don't have the answer to that right now, but I can't wait to find out! Imagine living forever, what then? Man oh man what an adventure.

"I took my love, I took it down, Climbed a mountain and I turned around"...

"Can the child within my heart rise above?"...