It's Independence Day!

Today is the 4th of July. Today we celebrate our country's independence and at our house it is also my husband's birthday.  He never takes his birthday very well. It seems to always make him depressed (I can understand that since we are getting "old" but never did understand it when we were only in our 30's). I have tried to figure out what does it  to him but have given up after all these years. We just get through the day and eventually he forgets he had another birthday.
Our country didn't even really declare our independence on the 4th.
America’s independence from Great Britain was actually declared by the Continental Congress on July 2 1776. I find that amusing and it makes sense these days since we've become so mixed up on what our country stands for. I believe the original signers of the declaration would be very shocked at what our government has turned in to.
There is also no proof at all that Betsy Ross sewed our first flag, even though thousands of people have visited the famous scene. So who sewed the first flag? No one knows. We do know that Francis Hopkinson designed the first flag though he receives no real credit for his work.This also seems fitting for our country in this century. It seems no one tells the truth anymore, especially our government officials.

The past couple of years have been very difficult for the United States. We have fallen off our thrown and we can't get up!

Enjoy this day everyone! Be thankful that we are still a "free" country.

I thought my Mom was older.

You know growing up I always thought my Mom was older than she seems to have turned out to be. She was only in her 30's when I was in high school but I considered that to be old at the time. She wasn't "cool" or "in". She dressed like a Mom, did her hair like a Mom and talked like a Mom. It just seems very strange to me that when I was in my 30's I felt like I was still so young. I was "cool" and "in" in my mind, but probably not my kids. Now I am a grandmother, which I love, but how is that possible when I am only in my 40's? I am supposed to be gray haired, and wrinkled, and wearing house coats. Right? Well, that was how my grandmother was when I was little and the funny thing is she looks exactly the same to this day, she hasn't changed a bit in these 30 some years since my "young" days. Now I am a grandma and I am wondering how I got here without turning into the grandma I have pictured in my mind. That's not what I see in the mirror and I like it that way. I don't want the grey hair or the wrinkles and I really don't want to wear house coats! I like that I wear that same jeans that my 22 year old daughter wears. I like that I can wear her shirts and we swap shoes so that we have even more to wear. We color our hair, but that's not a grandma thing, that's a "I like that color better than my real color" thing, and my daughters do it too. I do use wrinkle cream at night but thankfully that is to keep them from happening to me, which I know they eventually will. I like being a grandma in this age where grandma's are young and vibrant and still do crazy things sometimes but we love more and better than when we were the Mom because we can.