Thank God it’s finally, finally Friday. I’m having a horrendous month and there’s still 12 more days left but I’m going to try to make the best of them. Time waits for no man, as they say, though I’m not really sure who “they” are and why everybody believes them. I checked Google Analytics today to see how many people have read my blog. Don’t worry, it doesn’t give details. I can’t stalk you. Anyways, it gave me a big, fat zero and now I feel like one too. I missed posting last night’s blog because I had to get to sleep early and it seemed to throw everything off. I am in the process of spicing up my page, as we speak, and adding more pics. It’s very bland right now – sorry. Soon, grasshopper, soon. While I’m not really on a fixed subject today, just thinking random thoughts, where did Steampunk come from? It just came out of nowhere. One day it was just there, like Bubble Tea. I lived for 38 years without it, next thing I know, BAM! Bubble Tea everywhere – must have bubble tea. Anyways,now all my friends are into Steampunk, which doesn’t bother me or anything. I like that Victorian look but I can do without the vampire thing. I never had the need to look like one, though I seemed to look like one anyways back in the day with my long, black hair and purple contacts. Gosh, I miss those. When I was in my late teens, early 20′s all my friends decided that being a vampire was the best thing to be, all the way down to the fitted fangs. I think it had something to do with the Interview With a Vampire books by Anne Rice. It was so long ago and my memory is foggy. I do remember one year my best friend decided she was gonna get a nose ring, a tattoo, grow her hair out, dye it black and move to Seattle. Luckily she changed her mind. She would have looked like a monster once she got done doing everything she wanted to have done to herself. That was back during the Nirvana “grunge” heyday when the music scene was in Seattle. I sure rocked that flannel shirt for a while. I can’t believe that was 20 years ago. Now you will never see me wearing flannel unless it’s in the dead of winter with no heat, no cat to keep me warm or I’ve taken up with a logger. It’s amazing how fast 20 years go by. They’re gone in the blink of an eye. I kid you not. If I have the good fortune to live 20 more, I’ll surely be a grandmother by then, many times over. If I just decided to have another baby, like Morticia Adams, this minute, that child could have given me a few grand children by then. A child not even born could give me grandchildren in 20 years. It’s interesting to think about, but I think I am done with kids but last time I thought so before and I was wrong. I am glad I have them, nonetheless, despite all the heartache they can cause. I enjoy talking about these little snippets of the past and I am glad I lived and experienced all I did, though I’m always disappointed that I missed the 60′s. I feel like I really missed something , the music, the hippies, and the sexual revolution. I also would have liked to have experienced the 20′s, another fascinating time with silent movies, flappers cutting their hair, running around smoking and drinking – a liberating time. I also would have had a chance to meet Clara Bow. Now her magical being’s gone with the wind and one day I will join her in the place where she and others before her have gone. Though the fear of death is a factor in my anxiety attacks, I know there’s no escaping our final destiny and I have made peace with it. All I can do is make the best of today because it’s over before you know it. I will leave you with that thought and I will be around later 
In the Blink of An Eye
I also miss so many of those days. Seems line some of it was just yesterday, other parts seem ages ago. I will say my wife and children have been the most positive influences in my life change from self centered, bachelor-jerk to half-way sensible, mature dad. I hope my memory holds long enough to share my adventures with the kids as they grow. I so miss having long hair and tons of free time, but I wouldn’t trade what I have now for any of the old stuff. I used to bs with friends about wishing Id had the wisdom of my adulthood back in my late teens/ early 20s. That was thinking like a boob for sure. We learn wisdom, its all in due time, with patience. I just hope I have enough for when my girls become teens.
I certainly would not trade anything that I have now for anything I had then because my life now is much richer. I do, however,cherish those young adult years when you’re really finding out who you are.By the way, you can pass on those wonderful tales of BPCC and Mrs. Bambitch to your kids
Well, Google Analytics is wrong. I for one, along with several other of your friends ^ and family members are reading your blogs. I may not respond to everyone of them…don’t want to look like a stalker
…but I do read them. Besides, does it really matter if other people read them? You obviously have a passion for writing and you are good at it. Do it for yourself; do it because it makes you feel good. 
Thank you Cindy. That does encourage me