Bad Blogget. Bad, Bad.

I've been a terrible blogger lately. Rub my nose in it and call me bad. I keep starting a new post, then something interrupts me. Like work. Pesky work. Can't they just pay me to blog?

ANYwho....here I am, determined to get a post to you, dear Diary!

Today is a significant day. Almost as significant as tomorrow. For today is the last day of my thirties.

Yessiree Bob, tomorrow I am officially a forty-something.

And I just can't wait!

Okay, no doubt some of you are now giving me the look I've been getting all week when I say that to people. You're looking at this screen as though I've sprouted a second head. But I mean it when I say I'm looking forward to the end of this era and the beginning of a new one.

See, I turned 30 in the middle of my divorce. I'd just re-entered the workforce in the Weirdest Job Ever. I'd end up laid off of that job after a buy-out from a company in Houston. The first guy I dated seriously (he proposed) couldn't stop meeting women online, then making dates with them in person. Then, I went to work as a technical writer for a health PPO. The lack of advancement there sent me back to school for my M.Ed. That was ROUGH. Two years of no sleep.

I also started dating Old BF at this time, and we all know the emotional rollercoaster he put me through. Cheating bastard. During the "off" times, there were other dates, many of whom turned out to be nothing but horndogs or lying married men. My ex has married twice and become increasingly more difficult to deal with. My son has had a very difficult adolescence. I've had a hysterectomy. And this move has been a tough one, even though it's been a good move in general.

So, it's been a rollercoaster, with more struggles that "ups," it seems. All my forty-something friends say the forties are great, so I'm looking forward to it.

My ex-husband is actually coming to see the kids next week. I'm sure I'll hear all the good ol' age jokes then. I don't get that. He's older than me, and he tries to insult me over my age. Well, I never said he was a bright man. He's more like...a Weeble.

But knock me over with a feather, he's coming to see the kids here. My daughter told him last week that she would not go see him in Houston. My son told him, "We'll see." In Teen-Speak, that means No. So, he's wobbling his way up here. The kids are excited. I'm...well, not looking forward to it. Ugh.

Work has been nothing less than insane for two weeks. It happens three times a year. The week before classes and the first week of classes just kill me. I work all the damn time. And you'd think that people with a PhD would be able to follow instructions, but they can't. Well, maybe they can. I think it's more that they just want me to do the work for them. Yeah. That'll happen.

Ranger is doing okay. No bouts of depression lately. Then again, no crisis lately. He seems to be handling all he needs to do all right, if a little slow for my liking. I mean, this stuff is urgent, but he's content to sit and wait. We'll see how that works out for him.

So, tomorrow is my birthday. Ranger has planned to take me on a picnic in the mountains. Something quiet, cool, and relaxed. That probably involves presents, chocolate cake, and getting laid in the woods. Happy Birthday to me!