I never much cared for rollercoasters then had a companion for several years who lives to ride rollercoasters. So for awhile I rode them to be with that companion.
Then after radiation three years ago I was advised to avoid rollercoasters for physical reasons. Basically the ribs on my left side that protect my heart were barbequed/radiated three years ago and they are very weak, have broken in the past, and could in the future. I needed to avoid emotional rollercoasters this summer as well since that was my summer all last year AND I AM FRAGILE.
My whole birthday weekend was high highs bathed in light and love by friends/family who knew I needed affirmation with one very low very upside down roller coaster twist that broke my heart and demeaned me. Welcome to 49. I am not 29 and that trumps any quality I may ever have. Ever. I got it and spent a day crying over my inability to be younger.
Then tonight my ex brought my youngest home tonight holding 10 feet of paper in his hands. My youngest spent all day yesterday making a large star for my birthday that now hangs in the dining area.
I LOVE YOU MOMMY. YOU ARE THE PRETTIEST MOMMY EVER.
I am not 29.
I am a hell of a lot better.
Figure that out.


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The Fireman's Carnival comes to town.
It's so fun to ride the real Ferris Wheel.
I Love a feeling of butterflies in tummy.
It's like a buggy ride in a Amish tunnel.
The younger Amish kiss under bridges.
Smooch under a red wood kiss-bridge.
It's good luck. But. I hear what You say.
It's a good day to roll up pants. No socks.
Maybe I'll take off my flip-flops and splash.
Flip-Flops use to be called thongs. Thanks.
I wish I was sixteen and knew a elder woman.
She's be stable, normal, and not misconstrue.
The quit stoll is better than any human 'shrink'`
Maybe Kerry can teach a Ethics Seminar Course.
We can ride "Up & Down" on a Merry Go Round.