Wheee-hooo, kids! It’s a new school year. I’ve got a fresh spiral notebook and a shiny new bic pen right here, and I’m not afraid to take names if need be. I know some people think that a fresh clean slate comes at the beginning of the New Year, but anyone who is anyone knows it comes in the fall, with the new school supplies and fall clothes. Screw summer… that show off season. I’ve got a note getting me out of PE, and I heart autumn. If it wasn’t in the “to be dry cleaned eventually possibly never” pile, I’d be wearing my catholic school girl skirt today.

There is a breeze outside. For a moment I was standing next to some bright pink and purple flowers in a parking lot. I don’t know what kind, peonies maybe? All the sudden, I was smack in the middle of springtime in Tulsa. Deja Vu weather. Happens to me all the time.

Now my window is open so I can feel the breeze inside, I’m listening to the soundtrack to Amélie and I feel like writing a story.

Hi! Sorry for the silence… I had a bit of a stomach flu thingy going on. Better now. Blech.

I failed to mention, on the 27th, that my blog is now three years old. Yes… three years. I can’t think of anything I’ve stuck with for three years. Except my family. And my job. And my cat. And some of my friends. And my apartment… ok, I lie. I do many things for more than three years. But not usually of the hobby variety. Except read, I’ve always done that. Ok, ignore me.

To celebrate, I will tell you a story about birth. Last Friday, Louise went to a Mariner’s game with me, my mom and her husband Bob. This was Louise’s first major league baseball game. In truth, I think she had more fun than she expected, in terms of the game itself. But in the car, on the way to the game, my mom told us about her patient, and her theory on birth and personality. She, the patient, believes that a certain amount of your personality is determined by the circumstances at your birth. Example: easy birth, easy baby, and so on. I don’t know if this is true, but my mom did give it some thought. My older brother’s birth was pretty text book, she says, but almost immediately they had to worry about him. He was sent to Children’s there were complications, he had to be monitored, blah blah blah, drama. Take that as you will. Now me… I was two and a half weeks late. Also, I had not dropped down, the way babies are supposed to before birth, I guess. My mom said I was stubborn and reluctant, I liked it inside where it was warm and dark, and I would not be rushed. Yup… sounds about right. I liked sleeping in from the very beginning. But I guess finally I dropped and came out. When I was good and ready. I suppose I just expect everyone to be ready when I finally am.

I’m not sure I buy into the theory, I’m sure there are perfectly wonderful, splendid laid back people who had very scary and emotional births. This blogs birth was pretty natural. I don’t even remember making the decision. Just… BAMF! One day I started a blog. Didn’t even need an epidural. And… that’s the end of the story. You know, I thought it would be more exciting when I started it. Oh well… I’ve been sick. *cough cough* you can’t blame me *cough* I’m still weak.