Happy Blogiversary 2005 - 2013

What does one write about for 8 years?
2875+ posts... so that's roughly 98% of the time for daily blogging.
That's a lot of musing for a busy mom.

I'm going to be 53 soon, very soon.
I don't feel 53. But what does 53 feel like anyway? I don't know.
I don't dress 53... Unless jeans and a tshirt are nouveau 53.
I don't act 53... This is the most frightening fact to me personally of all.
But how does a 53 year old person act? I don't know this either.

I'm a literal thinker. Not good at times, but I'm working on it.
Think Patty, Think... outside the box.

I'm a joker. I love to laugh. While texting I can spin a story that will make you smile. I promise.
I love to exercise and right now that means riding my bike. Either perched on the
trainer late on a week night or on the weekends cruising the early morning street. Be still my heart.

I love to work. To be a part of a bigger team with a goal. I do indeed love my current job. But I always have. I love my children. They are my life, my blood.

My whole life I've blurred the lines of friendship to include boys as well as girls. I was never a pink doll only girl. I was a "let's dig a deep hole in the neighbor's backyard and look for dinosaur fossils" girl, or the skinny quarterback girl.  The boy friends are probably rooted in all that backyard football growing up and then having something to do with acquiring scientific training, education wise. More boys than girls in these fields.

That said, at 53 my girlfriends mean the world to me. And the boys, despite their ever present cooties, aren't bad either.

At almost 53, I love life and I thank God.
And thank you for being a part of it.