Sandoogans' Log

Shameless old picture of myself. Just cause it's a birthday post.  I love my birthday. I think I've said it in past posts before, but me being the lazy arse that I am, didn't bother to look. Let's just pretend that I did. Ha! I tend to get the birthday blues a lot. I'm not sure why. Well, maybe it's because I build it up so much in my head as this big event. Technically for me it is, but yea. This year was no different than the past years. I got down about it. The only difference was I couldn't seem to shake the blues away, AND I really didn't feel like doing anything at all. Everything felt kind of forced on my part. I felt I was doing thing just for the sake of doing things on my birthday. I'm not sure if it's because of my hormones or because I've finally reached that alleged age where people don't care about their birthdays. I remember when I was a kid, even as an adult, I'd get so excited about my birthday. Older people ...

I am loved. I am funny. I am friendly. I am fun.  I am awesome. I am appreciative. I am loving. I am beautiful. I am pretty cool. I am sympathetic. I am a walking juke box. I am a rockera at heart. I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a good friend. I am a proud Mexican. I am me. I told myself when I reached my 200th blog I would write one listing my good attributes since the previous one was listing my  least  favorable ones. I don't blog nearly as much as I use to, but it's nice to see I've managed to at least mumble about 200 things. 

I am overly sensitive. I have a short temper. I am resentful. I am a snob. I am blunt. I have no patience. I get down. I pick fights. I lack tact. I don't like people. I get insecure. I need reassurance.  I can be very mean.