Stolen Thunder in meh...

I’m not salty. I like to celebrate everyone’s party with them and now it’s become a novelty of sorts.

At 2:55a this morning while I was in the throws of a dream about my former Alabama love interest (which means he’s thinking of me for whatever reason) I happened to have turned 42. Yes. Today is the day of my birth.

I also share that birthday with:
My mother’s sister
My baby sister
My cousin’s baby daddy

And every year, I am reminded that I share a birthday with these others as if I didn’t know that.

I didn’t grow up around my dad’s family much, so no one really knew about it. Then when Kaybee came along and I said, “Wait? Her birthday is when? That’s my birthday!” then that’s how everyone knew it was my birthday as well. So while it’s nice that I’m being acknowledged for the day, it use to feel like it was a footnote to some people.

My aunt use to try and make a big deal out of us having the same birthday, but I remember her ruining the one birthday I had. I wasn’t planning like this whole out of control party, just my friends from the neighborhood, some pizza and music. I even brought my stereo outside but then she ended up with a hair in her ass and the party didn’t go down. I can’t really recall, outside of the restaurant parties and my 5th birthday “swimming” party having a great time on my birthdays.

My cousin’s baby daddy, well, he was okay. He was a neighborhood drug pusher. He was crazy as well as his family. He was a womanizer. Probably still is. I don’t know. But yeah. Every year, I’m reminded we share a birthday.

Apparently the birthday theme for my 40’s is that I do a concert every year. My 40th I went to my first Foreign Exchange show. I was so high when that show was done I didn’t know how to act. Then last year, was Floetry. I think I documented that one. I’m still tripping off the fact that I was crying and shit. LOL I already went to see FE (they came earlier this month) and tonight my friend Scott is taking me to see this guy I was obsessed with for a time and his trio for some jazz tonight.

I skipped karaoke last night because I have to ride the bus now. I usually walk in the house (even though it’s on the corner from where I live) around 12:30. That’s not good. So I did not go.

At least my Facebook Friends and Familly are being kind. My baby brother called me, my former supervisor/friend gave me cookies and a card yesterday. It’s nice to be noticed sometimes. So I’m soaking it up for the moment.

Funny though, I am getting a lot of messages about “Where the party at?” but not we got a party for you. It’s typical and perfectly okay. My grandbaby called me and sang happy birthday. I love that little character so much. LOL

So that’s all I have on it today.

Hope your days go great.
Take care of yourself.

Kindest regards,
Sister