I originally wrote this on the 20th of March....
I found myself a bit melancholy this morning. My baby is turning three today. Three years, too fast for me. I woke up early to make strawberry shortcake for her like I have for the past two years, but realized that I wasn't early enough and I was going to be late for work. She got a fruit rollup instead. I didn't even have enough money to go buy birthday cupcakes for Zoe's class. I can't handle "war tv" so I turned on PBS and saw Mr. Rogers singing a song about not being afraid or sad. Good timing. I couldn't take it and teared up. His wonderful smiling face.
Work is horrible. They laid someone off two days ago, and we are all kind of nervous. I'm thinking...good thing my department is super busy, a good sign, otherwise I'd be completely panicking by now. But then, yesterday the axman stood in my doorway and said he and the other manager needed to talk to me. I nearly had a coronary. I have 20 dollars to my name, a child to take care of, bills out the wazoo, and a war halfway around the world. Not a good time to be looking for work. He thought it was really funny that he scared the living crap out of me. They were just informing us that we were going to have to take on a bit more responsibility now that the other girl was gone. Great. Thanks A**hole!
In my melancholy mood, I turned on my internet radio to KGSR. A favorite radio station of mine from Austin. Great memories of a great city. My favorite DJ announced that he was going to play a Jimmie Vaughn song (brother of Stevie Ray) because it was Jimmie's birthday today. That made me smile. I decided to look up other famous people that were born on my daughter's birthday.
Would you believe that Mr. Rogers shares Zoe's birthday also? RIP Mr. Rogers. I still love you. A good day. The fist day of spring. A good day to be born.