They Say It's My Birthday!

Wow.  Crap.  I'm officially "in" my 40s as of tomorrow.  See last year and the year before, I was barely a 40-year-old.  But now.  42.  Shit.  I'm in my 40s.

Ummm, when the hell did this happen?  Seriously.  SERIOUSLY!

So tomorrow, when I awaken, I'll be 42.  Oh yay.  Let the celebration begin.  *insert applause here*

On a more positive note, I had a great birthday weekend!  My wonderful dad baked me the most delicious chocolate cake.  My wonderful husband cooked a fabulous Irish dinner and will be taking me out for my b-day tomorrow night.  My wonderful family spent the day with me.  Nice!  =)

Tomorrow I will happily await my children's call to wish me a Happy Birthday.  I will enjoy an amazing dinner at Carmine's.  I will continue to wonder where the last 20 years have gone.  And when the day is over, I'll wake up, still feeling 20, still not recognizing the wrinkles that are developing on my brow, still plucking that annoying hair that keeps showing up on my chin.

Whew.  42.  I'm embracing this age with vigor and excitement!  Okay, that was a bit much.  But hell, I am excited about the new role in my life.  I'm no longer the naive, ridiculously stupid 20-something.  I'm no longer the trying-to-survive and keeping-it-together 30-something.  I'm in my 40s.  I'm IN my 40s, dammit, and for ONCE I'm not naive.  I'm well-educated.  I'm doing what I love.  I'm making a decent living and yes, MY LIFE IS FINALLY TOGETHER!  If nothing else, that's a means for celebration.  Took me long enough to get here, but I'm HERE!  So yeah, I'm 42!  Okay, this is looking brighter.

So Happy Birthday to me.  And besides, I'll always be younger than Joelle (my MUCH older sister).  haha  (She's going to love that one.)