Intelligent with a side of crazy

I turned 36 a couple of weeks ago, which puts me closer to 40 than to 30, which then puts me also past the middle point of 70. So according to my calculations I am like 6 weeks away from arthritis and cataracts. Lovely.

I had a great birthday and felt very celebrated and loved by my friends and family. I really don't feel like I'm 36 or what I used to think 36 should feel like when I was 18 and was so grown up and mature.  Back then I thought 36 was ancient and close to the nursing home age. Now I see much clearer that 36 is actually twice as good as 18 ever thought about being.

I did have one conversation close to my birthday that got me thinking. I was talking to a mom of a friend of Preston's and she was telling me about this homeless lady she works with. She had helped get her in a shelter, got her on a plan to get a GED and even helped find her a job. Then she says this, "You know, she is intelligent but with a side of crazy." She then paused and said, "Do you know what I mean?"

I thought for a second and then blurted out, "Do I know what you mean?" YES!! You just described me!! That is me for sure....Intelligent with a side of crazy. It was revolutionary and it explained soo much of the past 35 years of my life. I couldn't wait to get home to tell my sweet husband that I had found myself and he would no longer have to wonder why I sometimes talk to myself, hate wire hangers, snap over the silliest of things, insist that our bed is made everyday even if it is 5pm before I get to it, have trouble finishing a thought without starting to bring up 10 other things, can't stand the feel of panty hose, love lists and checking things off, abhor those DA?!# squeeze it juices that when you twist the top off they splash everywhere, and the list goes on.

Whew! I felt like I needed to pay her a counseling fee.

And shortly thereafter my Aunt Lisa found this picture.

Turns out some people have known this about me all along. The troubling part is that the older I get the crazy sometimes starts to win out over the intelligent. And I'm more like "crazy with a side of intelligence." I am not sure which is scarier.

And you want to know the worst part? It's hereditary.