I’m actively making plans to finish the “What I’m Looking For” series, and I realized that there are a couple of posts still up on Dead Charming that need to be over here so I can refer back to them at the appropriate time. Also, I promised my mother that I’d post this one somewhere she could go and find it, so this repost serves double duty.
This is the first piece of non-fiction I ever seriously tried to write, and honestly without this I would have never started blogging. It is, in its essence, the first blog post I ever wrote. Much of the premise behind My Bad Pants is derived from my thought process when I wrote this and how I felt about it after I stood up and read it at a funeral.
What follows is the first thing I ever wrote that I was proud of writing…
…to Oregon Sunshine. She turns thirty-something-young years old today. It generally sucks to have a birthday so close to a major gift holiday, as everyone just did the whole “I bought you stuff” thing and merriment fatigue seems to set in…
But not this year! We’ve got fun things on tap, her favorite dinner on the menu, and she’s planning a day-long horse movie marathon with the girls (and Dude if they can drag him away from the computer).
So to her I say, “I wish you a wonderful, peaceful, restful, and enjoyable birthday. Now sit back, relax, and leave the rest of the day to us.”
I love you, you deserve a day off your feet and not worrying about anything other than what fun thing to do next.