I’m 44 today. Sometimes I fall off of the earth for a while but always make it back. I think it’s good to do that once in a while. I’m genuine and kind. I’m realistic and can’t handle drama. It makes me nervous.
I have expensive purses but wear a backpack from Target instead. I have good kids, well they aren’t felons, and I wear $6 sunglasses. I’m a very loyal friend and I have a work ethic we don’t see much anymore. I married my high school sweetheart and I still love him to pieces even though we are complete opposites and I want to kill him when he snores. I go to church. I go to bed really early. I do laundry every day and never sort it first. Occasionally I drop F-bombs but mostly I say things that sound like real curse words, but aren’t.
I have wrinkles and cellulite. I don’t know how to use filters but somehow my phone does and I’m grateful. I like to write but found people don’t like to read anymore so occasionally I make a funny meme and post it. I’d love to make some kind of living through my writing someday. I always wanted to be an anesthesiologist or a writer and stand-up comedian but decided to clean teeth instead. I believe in working hard for what I have or I don’t want it. I love my job and I’m really good at it.
On the day I die I’ll complain that I need to lose 10 pounds. I love animals and when I talk to them, I speak in a language that even I don’t understand. I don’t have a lot of friends (on purpose) but I cherish the few I have. I have no sense of direction and a really clean microwave.
One of my longtime friends told me that social media is just the highlight reel of people’s lives and she was right. Once you realize that life is easier.
It takes a village. Or at least in my case it took a neighborhood. Back in the days when I started my day with Mr. Rogers instead of Mr. Coffee, I was fortunate to grow up in a house that resembled Leave it to Beaver. Dad worked hard and mom stayed home and took care of us and the house, minus the heels and pearls. She was always working while we were outside playing from sun up until the street lights came on and we stayed within earshot of her, or else. Dinner was always made at home and was served at 6pm. We played in a giant Pepper tree, used eucalyptus leaves as currency, and had bikes for transportation. You didn’t need a phone to communicate with us. The only text message we knew was typing “boobies” on our calculators, and you could find us by seeing which house had a pile of bikes on the lawn. We had a neighbor that yelled at us whenever we went in her yard, day or night, but all and all, life was easy.
I had a best friend on each side of my house. On one side there was chain-linked fence between our houses. We started climbing it around 3 years old and stopped the day I got married and left the neighborhood. Her and I are 10 days apart in age, which I hated that she was older when I was little but am totally cool with now that we are in our 40’s. Even as a really little kid she had chores to do before playing and I didn’t. I think it was because I am the youngest of 4 and was able to sneak out on chores. She did things like water plants, sweep the pool and wash cars. Every day I waited impatiently for her to get done so we could play, “Ok but Rainbow Brite was hoping to hang out withTeddy Ruxpin so bring him over when you are done.”
On the other side of my house, on top of a hill, was my other best friend. She had 6 siblings. That house always had a lot of people there so adding one more wasn’t a big deal, and they never locked the door. I used to show up early in the morning and sneak upstairs to wake her up. Then we’d lie on the floor of her huge family room and watch TV and play board games until everyone else got up.
All three of us turned out to be successful, hard-working adults and I know that the neighborhood raised us well. I use the lessons I learned as a kid every day raising my own kids. They know that working hard and having dinner as a family is important, having chores to do as a kid builds adults with integrity, respecting other people’s property is a must, and locking the doors at night is probably a good idea.