Happy Birthday To Me

The day my mother gave birth to Iris Michelle Cruz 26 years ago is tomorrow. The ONLY person that remembers my birthday -so far- is my son's father. I was never even with him long enough to celebrate a single birthday with him. But he called with some good news and wished me a Feliz CumpleaNos. Made me want to board a plane and fly over to give him a hug. Yes, yes I know, they're just words but it really meant a lot that he remembered considering what I'm going through right now.

So, tomorrow, when I awake I have the whole day to play with my kids. Nothing new. I'd love to go out and eat at a restaurant I LOVE! It's called Cannoli Joe's Italian Buffet.
I have not met one person yet who DOESNT like Italian food. And its a buffet! So you get up and go for more Marinated Mushrooms or Insalata Caprese, Grilled Steak Marsala and Rigatoni Bolognese, Roasted Pork Loin Rosmarino and LOTS o' LOTS of Garlic Bread. Unfortunantely, my Beringer White Zinfadel can not come to my table this birthday. Take a hint?

But I'm only dreaming. My kids have the faintest idea what tomorrow means to me. I have no money to take the kids and myself. I'll probably end up at the park my daughter named Mama Thumb and then we'll venture off to Border's Bookstore where my son will pull all the books off the shelf and my daughter will ask for me to buy anything that has TinkerBell or Disney Princess on 'em. We'll drive back home and have nuggets and fries for dinner. Watch Boomerang until bedtime.
HAAAPPYY BIIIIIRTHDAAAY TOOOOOOOOOOOO ME

Monday I start a new age. I already got wrinkles to go with it. I feel funny watching those wrinkles stretch across my face. Funnier thing is that I noticed those wrinkles just today. I feel bad that I haven't taken care of myself better. In two years I have aged an equivalent to 7 years. I don't feel young and vibrant anymore.
Tell me, where is the Fountain of Youth?