Don’t get too comfortable…just sayin’.

I had planned on writing this huge thing for Kara’s birthday. I didn’t because the day before her birthday I got really bummed out.
My baby girl was turning 18.
Tabitha asked how I was doing and I said, “this sucks!”
She made me feel better by saying, “It’s just an age, that girls been grown for a long time now.”
That actually made me feel better, because it’s true. Kara has always been the most immature mature person I know. She’s the perfect contradiction.
My birthday was fantastic. It’s now the 25^th and I have finally finished individually thanking 274 people for my facebook birthday wishes.  There is nothing wrong with the blanket ‘thanks everyone’, but I have always felt that if someone was going to come over and write something, I was going to take the time to respond.
This was a special birthday for me.
I had been joking with my boss about wanting a pony for my birthday.   He came into the office with a birthday bag and inside was a pink My Little Pony figurine.

 
I’m happy this is the final year of my 30’s.  I’m ready for a whole new chapter in my life.
My awesome brothers called me and Jerry said, “I turn 50 this year, there is no turning back now!”
I’ve never feared getting older. Growing up with my grandma on my Dad’s side showed me that old was awesome. My grandpa on my Mom’s side showed me that old was fun.
I guess because they weren’t “old” in the sense that they were ever ‘sick’.   They were both so sharp all the way to the end.  My grandma never forgot a thing. My grandpa snuck out of the house with his oxygen tank to go fishing before he passed on.  That is what I am made of.  I come from that stock. Getting older is fucking great and I don’t regret a single day or ever want to go back to being younger.

I’m sure they would be SO very proud of their little Krissy. I know I am!