I'm so excited.. I just can't hide it.......

Victor, I gotta warn you.  IF, this is about YOU, you're making a mistake.  It's not becoming, and it very definitely causes disinterest in reading your blogs... Haven't you noticed the 'cricket sound' after you've posted of late?

Eh, I spose you're right, but.. then again, with aging comes the 'give a darn' similar to water off a duck's back.'

That.  The beginning of that song, "I'm so excited, I just can't hide it, I'm about to lose control and I think I like it." In spite of the historical past of blogs here, I don't think I can/will include the remainder of the lyrics here... because they're highly suggestive.

Suggestive of what Victor?  That. You know, like, meet me at midnight, Mary and don't let anyone know... or, lemme think on it, baby baby lemme think on it... leeme think on it, i'll give you answer in the morning..... or, more bluntly, why don't we do it in the road.......

SEE?  They've (readers, especially females) all turned around, headed the other way!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... that aint the kinda excited I meant!

Xplain Lucy.......

I just completed a trip around the sun.  Sure, thankful.  Blessed, like we all are. #73, if that matters.... I am no longer afraid of 'years'... 50, 60, 70, etc...  learning from a younger relative, "embrace it."

Yesterday was very nice and all... but the word exciting and Birthday - to me anyways, really haven't correlated since youth.  I mean (and gosh, I abhor sentences that start with 'I mean") but, I mean, have you ever heard someone say "I can't wait to be 57?  63?  38?"

Birthdays/Excitement:

ONE.  I NEVER knew the tradition of smashing a kid's face in their little circular birthday cake, and, wimpy me damn near cried in horror the first time I witnessed it.  A callous tradition, but, tradition nonetheless.... and.. after the initial shock, what better than icing allover one's face to get at!

FOUR... Told this before, sorry.  Gal I was dating.. we went to her granddaughter's house the morning of her gd's 4th birthday.  We got the privilege of waking her up. "Kendall.?"... eyes, slow to open, but did.. focused on us.. wider now..  "You're FOUR now!"...  Eyes REALLY wide open now, smile attached, quizzically she asked, "Does that mean I can read now?"

Excitement, birthdays, kids.  Any number of favorite ages.  9.  10.  THIRTEEN. 15. Sweet 16, baby you can ride in my car........ 18.......21........ are any others memorable?  Exciting?

SURE. Even though our 'excitement BD's' are from anudder millennium, our eyes get to absorb our own kids, nieces, nephews, reaching those exciting milestones.  THEN, grandkids...

I remember awhile back, going to a birthday party, mebbe 20 of us, good friends, relatives mixed together... two brothers, 4 and 6, not birthday boys, but, excited by it all no less.  Each grabbed a balloon off the wall. Like banshees, they simultaneously chased one another in and outta gatherers feet, around the coffee table, again and again, and, BONKED each other fitty times....... most were uneasy.  I loved it.  "QUIT ACTING YOUR AGE" I hollered so the eye-rolling Kravitz's might feel bad!  EXCITEMENT - glory in life.

I can't speak for all, but... somewhere deep down... inside each one'a us.. somewhere amongst the belly fat, surgical scars, missing tonsils - we each still have a little bit of kid in us.

THAT, to me, is exciting.

I'm so excited, I just can't hide it... I'm about to lose control and I think I like it.

Happy Birthdays,

Love, Victurd