Journey To 40

Being a social creature since birth, Day 7 has brought about the frustration of having only one person following me on Tumblr. I <3 her- met her on Twitter and she’s a fellow girl-geek. So, thank you http://uberdorkgirlie.tumblr.com/ for following.

Day 7 has also brought rushed work projects for 2 “clients.” I’ve slept 90 minutes in the last 24 hours.

I’m so fucking awesome if I could paint- I’d paint a portrait of myself and call it, “Fucking Awesome, Just Sayin’.”

What will Day 8 bring? Money? Let’s hope.

Well, Day 6 of my 12 month trek to 40. Contrary to popular beliefs, I am not a cranky person, except early mornings, but typically a joking, sarcastic human. (The last 2 years do not count due to extreme amounts of stress).

However, today, I didn’t have to look in the mirror to know—- I resembled him:

When you hear me telling the buzzer on the clothes dryer to, “Shut-Up,” that is a clue to back away—- slowly.

Maybe I just got out on the wrong side of the bed. But, I only have one side to get out of- my bed is pushed next to a wall.

Tomorrow, I’ll try rolling myself off the foot of the bed. And I’ll be typing Day 7 from either the hospital, or the mental ward.

Preferably the latter. I’ve heard they have better food and the utensils are all spoons. I like a challenge.

Thank you, dear web browser, for auto-filling in the text box information, or I would have forgotten which day it was.

I need memory pills. My mother had a conversation with a friend not too long ago- that went a little something like this:

Betty: Lana, I’ve been taking these vitamins that are supposed to help support memory.

My Mother: Bring a few of them next week. I need all the help I can get.

Betty: If I can remember where I put them.

True story- the short version.

And I was going to do something, but now I can’t for the life of me, remember what.

Last Friday, February 3, I turned 39. Yes, obviously, or I wouldn’t be documenting the next 12 months to 40. Although, I am keeping my private life mum on Tumblr, let’s just say, the past 2 years have not been kind. Financially, emotionally, health-wise (more depression and anxiety- I’m tightly wound)- I’ve taken a beating.

With the non-existent family, oh- they’re “there,” we just don’t speak, (aside from my Mother- whom, without her, I wouldn’t have a rock, nor a roof over my head), I knew I would be receiving few, “Happy Birthdays.” Sure- my “friends” on Facebook- but please, they have a freaking calendar which tells them it’s someone’s birthday. And, let’s face it- we all want to feel a little special, no matter our age.

I’ve been on Twitter 5 years——today. Before anyone in the mainstream knew what the hell it was- and it was basically us blogging geeks sharing posts and connecting. Long before celebrities caught on and gained a zillion followers in 2 hours. The one thing I have never done— is to treat a celebrity on Twitter- like a celebrity. I watch the obsessed fans and shake my head—desperately wanting to say, “Uh, they fart too— just like us.” Non-stop picture making, gushing etc—yeah- wouldn’t wanna be one.

Anyway, on my birthday, I said what the hell, I’ll choose 3 of my favorite actresses and see if any of them respond to my request- a simple, “Happy 39th Birthday.” Mariska Hargitay, Kyra Sedgwich and Angie Harmon were the chosen— who responded? See below:

Angie Harmon, from the original Law & Order and currently Rizzoli and Isles. I’ll admit- it made my day. She didn’t have to take the time- she didn’t even have to read my Tweet- but she did. After following her for several months, I’ve noticed- she tries to respond to as many fans as possible—something very few famous people do. And with almost 100,000 followers- come on-that shows not only class, but, it reminds us we’re all together on this planet called Earth, and whether you’re an actress on television, or a Hillbilly from West Virginia— (that would be me)- we have a connection- we’re simply trying to live our lives the best we can.

So, thank you Angie, for making this West Virginia Hillbilly, feel a little special, when she needed it most.

(Follow her on Twitter: @Angie_Harmon oh and follow me too, @BethRedux)

(image: http://buzzinetv.com)

Very difficult night of sleep. It was either the large iced tea before bed, or, watching a British TV Series, “Survivors” (too bad it only lasted for 2 series- I think 14 episodes in all, about a virus that wipes out 90% of the Earth’s population and the people who survived)-but I woke up around 3am gasping for air. Ever have that “floaty” feeling? Yeah- not fun.

So- day 4 on the road to 40, as of 9:15am Eastern US Time— sucks.