I have to tell you. Being 51 ROCKS!

There was a time in my life when I couldn’t imagine being this old. 51 seemed like, well, forever in the future.

These are the things about being 51 that just makes it, well, sort of freeish. I no longer care what people think of me when they see me. Really.

I mean, why do people care anyway? My kids love me, most of them anyway. My grandkids think I am the bomb most of the time. My best friend/boss and I get along just fine.

I am not in the market for new friends. I am happily married. My husband thinks I am great. Why should I care one fig?

Good then, cause, I gotta tell you. I don’t.

I am outside the karate studio. Typing on my laptop, ciggy in mouth, BK Turbo Joe on the hood of my 1996 Grand Am, (which has some rust, is a crappy green color, is a 5 speed that I love to drive, gets as of the last fill up a whopping 35 mpg, and is PAID FOR).

I have a five yr old granddaughter (the one that DOES NOT live with me) climbing on my car. I don’t care. She is climbing on the roof. With shoes on. She is scratching the car. I don’t care. She is quiet, content and playing. That works totally for me.

She just asked me, “OH. Is that bird poop?” To which I replied, “Probably.”

Neither one of us is bothered in the least.

The 7 yr old who does live with me is in karate. It is her turn.

At 6:00 when she is done, I will pack up the two of them, head BACK to BK to the drive thru, purchase dinner in a bag for them to eat on the way home (a ½ hour drive). I will be guilt free about giving two little kids a BK dinner three days a week. I will get home at approximately 7:15 p.m.

I will walk in, no apologies. Kiss the now 4 yr old baby. Give some hugs. Say hello and bestow a kiss on my dear husband of 16 years who puts up with me.

It’s sort of fun being 51. Kind of like, well, an anomaly.

It reminds me of my computer name. I have had the same exact computer name for oh, about 25 years now. fractalmom. No caps. That in itself is quite telling. There are no numbers after my name. It is my email address as well. Actually, I have two names. The original for AOL and with the number 1 after it for yahoo. That is how long I have been in computer land. Long enough to be the ORIGINAL fractalmom. If you see something by fractalmom that is 20 years old or so, it’s mine.

People often ask, what exactly does fractalmom mean? Well, a fractal is defined as something that occurs RANDOMLY in nature, and REPRODUCES according to NO known laws.

If you knew my children…

Have a lovely day,

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