It’s now December 16th. My last day of being 49 years old. What a trip!
I used to think 30 was old, and I in NO WAY feel like I’m turning 50 tomorrow, on Wednesday. That’s a half-century old!
Where did the time go, I ask?
Ah, well. I’ve learned a lot of things, made plenty of mistakes, had tons of laughs, cried a whole bunch, and met a lot of interesting people along the way.
I’m ready for my next 50 years, please and thank you benevolent (yet sometimes challenging) Universe.
I heard if you haven’t grown up by the time you’re 50, you don’t have to. A good thing, since I wasn’t planning on it anyway! *cackle*
Last night I had another weird Trazodone-fueled dream. I looked into it, and Trazodone does give some people weird-ass dreams. They’re so bizarre and disconcerting to some that people stop taking it. Not me, though. Strangely, I look forward to a new adventure every night.
Some dreams are more disturbing than others, but they’re *never* boring. Last night I was in a cafeteria with my daughter Britt. The cafeteria was full of all sorts of food — but it was weird, odd food. Strange colors, strange combinations, odd dishes.
Britt kept wandering off, which annoyed me. I’d turn around to ask her something, and she was gone again. When I went to call for her, I’d yell for Wendy, even though I knew her name was Britt. The name Wendy came out of my mouth each and every single time, and I’d go, “Damnit, I meant Britt!”
I told Britt about the dream and when I mentioned that I called her Wendy over and over, she replied, “Mmm…Wendy’s sounds good.” Lol! I have to agree with her. I could go for a Frosty right now.
Yes, I know it’s not healthy food and all of that. I’m not completely daft! I still want a Frosty and a spicy chicken sandwich. So there! ;-p