Well today my brother had a birthday party. My ‘kid’ brother will be 30 tomorrow. I was recollecting my younger years here recently, and you know, I don’t really miss anything about my past to tell the truth. I am happier than I have ever been. I hated school, we lived in the country, so it wasn’t like I could just walk to my friends house two doors down. There was about a quarter miler between us and the next house. That sucked. I was chubby for most of my younger years-and I don’t care who you are-if you are a fat kid you are a teased kid. That sucked. So, no, I didn’t like growning up TOO much. I have very fond memories, of course, but growing up just sucks.
Anyway, Pete’s birthday was good. They BBQed and we had cake and ice cream.
I have to go to the doctor on Tues. She is going to go over my bloodwork. I don’t think I have anything wrong with me, but you never know. I always get a bit ansee (sp?) when getting results to any test that there might be an ‘unknown.’ I just walked in for a little checkup-but get so much more than I bargained for. I can imagine it now… ‘Laura, I am sorry to tell you that you have this really rare sort of blood condition that is only curable by drinking water blessed by a tibetian monk on Tuesdays with a vernal equinox. That will not happen for another 20 years. You will not be around that long.’ Crying from me ensues and life is shattered. Oh, I better not jinx myself.
