annieology

I ran away tonight, to get a little time with one of my bff’s.  We spent most of the evening laughing at the weirdness that is the way we see things.  I had texted her and while awaiting her response ran thru the drive thru at McDonald’s to get one of their $1 Cokes.  She replied that I should come and pick her up, which I did, then it was decided that we would go to McDonald’s to get her a $1 Coke.  At the same McDonald’s – four minutes after I had gotten mine.

Her daughter called after realizing she was gone.  It had taken half an hour.  Daughter was grilling her mother about when she was going to be home.  Which had not been determined at that point.  Daughter did not appreciate the answer that mom would be home when mom got home.  Daughter needed to go to Walmart and had to get ready.  We totally did not have a chuckle about the daughter needing to know what time mom was going to be home because she had to get ready….to go to Walmart.

I filled in the pieces of my life that had occurred since the last time we’d gotten together.  Oh yes, she reads the blog, but there are some things that I don’t share here.  See you should totally be my friend in real life.

She filled me in on the swine flu that is wreaking havoc throughout her family.  And other things that are her things that are weird and I’m totally going to try to steal when I write my book, because some seriously weird things have happened to her recently.

An hour in we felt recharged and ready to once again face our reality and return to our homes.  Of course we didn’t give the daughter the heads up.  She was just going to have to go to Walmart without getting ready.

Just like everybody else.

It is my understanding that the President addressed the nation tonight.  I mean, the joint sessions of Congress and it was televised.  I wouldn’t know.  I was elsewhere, and besides the super deluxe TV is broken.  I know, it’s not very civic minded of me to miss such an important event in our nations history.  This is going to rank up there with Social Security and Medicaid if the talking points they’ve been repeating on the news bumps every half hour are any indication.

That’s right, I have heard Obama say that Roosevelt was accused of being a Socialist when he wanted national Social Security.    You know our forefathers who fought against Social Security hated old people.  We are living 70 years into that future, and I think we can all agree that Social Security is indeed a blessing to our grandparents, parents, and God help me if I’m not excited about the possibility of getting it in the future.  I think of it like playing the lottery.  I put money in and should someday I get money out, it’ll be free money.  Except I don’t play the lottery.  Bad odds and all.

Also?  Social Security is broke.  We as a nation have resolved ourselves to the probability that it won’t be there when we need it.

Those who don’t learn from history are destined to repeat it.  Health Care may work for this generation.  Maybe.  But what does it look like in 70 years.  Social Security?  Worse?  I don’t know.

That wasn’t my concern tonight.

Tonight, I was needed elsewhere.

Shanda made cake.

And God wanted me there to eat it.

Now there were other things that needed to be done, like talk to people about adoption, and sign up to do event planning.  Oh and adopt my Canadian friend so we can go on The Amazing Race and wear our annieology tees.  Actual important things that will make my life better.  Plus my Canadian friend is a nurse and when I’m her mama I can make her fix me as part of her chores.  Whatever, it’s my blog, I can make my fake adopted non kid from Canada do anything I want.

I won’t need to worry about social security, I have six kids,  seven if you count Canada.  So they have to take care of me when I get old because I do not feel very secure with the “public option” on my retirement.   I’m writing that into the adoption plan.

Wednesday night was God’s way of telling me that I don’t need to concern myself with all that is happening in Washington.  He’s in charge everywhere.  Even there.  What is going to make a real difference in my life is spending time with real people.   With friends that I love.  Helping people who are actually hurting right now.

What do I care about health care anymore?  I’m adopting a nurse.

It’s mah birthday, it’s mah birthday.  I know there is some sort of “it’s mah birthday” chant, but have gotten so old I cannot remember it.  Chanting that also requires dancing, but alas, I’m so old, I’d probably pull something.

Yes, THIS is the day that God chose to grace the planet with my presence.  Put me here for such a time as this.  Had I been born five hours later, I’d have gotten my childhood wish and my birthstone would have been sapphire as opposed to peridot.  Yet, he knew that peridot would go with my eyes which is super cool.  Five hours made the difference between graduating in the 80s as opposed to the 90s.  Five hours was the difference between the life I have and a whole different one.

Now, the parents on the other hand were expecting a September baby.  Which is why I was born at home, not on purpose, and if my brother’s recollection of events holds true, it was under a bed.  I kinda doubt the recollections of a three year old, but can tell you that my entrance of into the world was an appropriate foreshadowing of my life.  I am a presence to be reckoned with, could pretty much give a crap about how that affects those around me.

Growing up I hated my birthday.  Smack dab in the middle of two horrible weekends.  The last weekend of summer and Labor Day.  My friends were always obligated to spend those weekends with their families, enjoying one last hurrah before the school year.  It pretty much sucked.

So, this past weekend I attempted to undo that wrong.  I had myself a slumber party with my nearest and dearest.  (my apologies to my neighbors) We had way too much fun.   We had the party at a hotel because really, who wants to party in my messy house with many small children?  Nobody, that’s who.  So, hotel it was.

Since I was spending the night, I packed myself an overnight bag.  I don’t know if it was my excitement on getting away for the weekend or my oldish mind, but I forgot ALL of the very important things.  Usually, my biggest fear is forgetting my contacts, contacts supplies or my glasses.  My mind hasn’t caught up with technology and I keep forgetting I can see.  (Thank you LASIK) But I forgot my tooth brush, tooth paste, hair brush.  Oh and floss, I forgot to bring floss.  It’s like I’d never spent the night away anywhere, ever before.

Luckily, I was not the only one.  Another party goer brought three bras and no undies.  So, I hear.

Of course we started with cake  -  then on to the gifts.  Then on to the food.  More cake.  More food.  And fun.  I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard.  Turns out my friends are funny.  And apparently we were the only guests in the whole place, because not one complaint.  Don’t even say we weren’t partying enough.  We were up and LOUD until 4:30 in the morning.

Do you want to see what my great friends got me?

Yes, my t-shirt design dilemma is solved.  Let me know if you want one.  I’m placing my first order soon.  Let me know what size/color you want.  Specify if you want girl cut.  Colored shirts will be printed white.  White and gray shirts will be colored navy.  Order now!  As long as I can get 20 orders I can sell them for $12 plus s&h.  I can’t get Billy Mays to yell at you but Order now!

Also too, if you didn’t get me anything, you can go be a fan on Facebook.