Happy Birthday to me

Gonna be my 44th birthday tomorrow--not happy about that number.

Saw Fred last week for a bit. Had a wonderful time, enjoyed each other's company but now it's back to the cold shoulder--I'm sure I upset him in some way with something I said or didn't say, maybe the way I said it, or a facial expression. I'm not even bothering to ask. If he has a problem, he will tell me. If not, whatever. Meanwhile, he's not on my phone contact list so I am not tempted to contact him. (gotta do what I gotta :) -- )

I've been helping my friend Joe out a lot lately. He's a disabled Iraq War veteran and is in a bad situation. Hopefully, that will be resolved soon. I enjoy his company though and helping someone is always a good thing.

My son went with his dad for dinner tonite. Just long enough for him to tell Son that I am a bad mother who doesn't feed him properly. lol. It never gets old. lolz.

I told my family to celebrate my birthday with the April ones. I don't need that much attention for myself. bah humbug.

It's Spring Break--- guess will have to go clean out the house before it gets taken. Not fun but has to be done.

Happy St. Patrick's Day




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