It's that time again!

Yes, it is April which means...it's time for my annual joke. You know the one, don't you? It's a guaranteed eye roll from the Lizard King. If you don't remember it, don't worry. I'm here to tell it today and you can be sure to catch it again next year. Okay...here goes!

If April showers

bring May flowers

What do May flowers bring?

Do you remember the punchline?

Have you figured it out yet?

I learned this joke in first grade and I tell it every April.

Yes, LK rolls his eyes every time I tell it.

PILGRIMS!!!

The Mayflower

Of course in first grade, I didn't get the joke.

See you all next year!!

Flashback

I dropped Princess off at art class and drove off to pick up milk and eggs. These items are, of course, in opposite directions. I turned on the radio and listened for a while, flipping stations in an effort to find something I wanted to listen to. For a long time I was unsuccessful.

I changed from the stations saved in 'A' to 'B' and found 105.9 "The Brew". The radio display showed 10,000... Well, I knew the song was not 10,000 Maniacs. It turns out they are playing 10,000 songs with no commercial interruption. Okay...sounds good to me, I hate commercials.

I turn the music up and realize I am listening to Def Leppard, Foolin'. I turn it up. Nope, not loud enough. I turn it up some more. Still not good enough, so I turn it up some more. Yeah, maybe a little more Suddenly, I'm not a 44 year old mom driving down the road in a mini-van. I'm 17 and I'm cruising on a beautiful day. Windows open. Wind in my hair. Music BLARING.

Def Leppard was followed by Joan Jett, Boston, Queen, Van Halen and well, you get the point.

I invite you to your very own flashback. Be sure to turn up the volume to LOUD.

A Joke

If April showers

bring May flowers

What do Mayflowers bring?

Have you figured it out yet?

I learned this joke in first grade and tell it every April.

My husband rolls his eyes every time I tell it.

PILGRIMS!!!

The Mayflower...of course in first grade, I didn't get the joke.

Living

I was going to title this post "On Death and Dying" but that just sounded so gloomy. I realized that this isn't about death or dying, but about living and how much more there is to do.

I have very few memories of my childhood. Some say that I have blocked them out because it's easier to handle not remembering. Still, it's weird to listen to others talk vividly about their childhood when I have some random and odd memories.

As a very young child I have a memory of realizing how quickly it seemed life was passing. In the blink of an eye I was 6 or 7 or 8. I really can’t remember how old I was. And it scared me how quickly I had gotten to be that age. Then something changed and I didn’t think about that anymore…until recently.

I just had a birthday this month. I realized that I am 44 years old and that about half my life was gone. Again, I began to worry about it. Forty-four years had gone by so quickly. How did that happen? Then again I realized that maybe it wasn’t quite so quick and that I probably have another 44 years in me. My family, for the most part, live long and fairly healthy lives.

I have no plans to go anywhere. I waited a long time for my daughter (due to lack of sperm and fertility issues once the sperm, ahem, man came into my life). I am going to see her grow up, get married and have kids. I am going to be the coolest grandma ever. Yes, I'm going to stick around for a long, long time.

So here's to another 44 years and who knows, maybe I’ve got more than that!