Two posts in as many days (Wowie-zowie)

Well, I am not blogging from the bottom of the pond. (We're all relieved, I'm sure.)

Today, I am going to date myself, but not in the traditional way by taking myself to dinner and a show. I am going to spell out how old I am.

T-H-I-R-T-Y E-I-G-H-T

There. I did it. It's not all that bad and looks worse than it is. But it's crazy-wild all the same.

Last Sunday was my birthday. June 1. The beginning of hurricane season (every year). And that alone should explain itself and my life thoroughly.

Last Sunday also happened to be the EXACT 20-year anniversary of my graduation from high school. Yes, I turned 18 and graduated from high school at the same time. It was a banner year, to be sure.

Now, 20 years later, I am here. And, frankly, I am less certain of my impending future here on earth than I was at that time. It's probably because I've seen that none of the things I thought I'd do were done and I'm not really anyone I ever thought I'd be. Which, in and of itself, is not entirely a bad thing...just weird - as per usual for me.

My 20-year reunion is this coming August. And I'm faced with a decision of going to that or staying here and performing in a little dinner-theater at the church. I've been thinking (uh-oh) - Do I go to reunion and show off that I've not done much with my life? (You see, I was voted along with my best friend, Brian, to be the most likely to have my name up in lights.) Or do I ignore the reunion, wondering how it was and staying in my little coccoon and begging off from the reunion because "I'm in a show." (Ha...can anyone say vanity?)

I've been in contact fairly recently with a few friends from long ago and most of them duck and run after I tell them I've been with the same man for 19 years, have two kids and am involved at church. I don't know if it scares them that I am involved with church, or troubled about my marriage (since most of them are on their 2nd+ ) -or- if it is just that I didn't mean as much to them as they did to me? (can anyone say insecurity?)

Anyway, it's Another Day in Montgomery and I say:
Here's to finding out 20 years later that you're insecurely vain! Lest we not forget the "bliss" that is being utterly confused!