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It’s mah burfday.

Posted on by Sherri
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Go me! It’s my 40th birthday today. My mom has always said, the day she turned 40 she woke up, looked in the mirror, and had wrinkles. No wrinkles on the last day of 39, then 40 came and BOOM she had wrinkles. Warned by this anecdote, I have not yet looked in the mirror.

I don’t like those assessments anyway, where you compare your now self to a younger self. I don’t know how much of my blubber, sag, wrinkles are from aging and how much is from a sedentary lifestyle. So tbbbbbt on that. I feel how I feel and yesterday is gone.

Am I the same person I was yesterday? Maybe. But 40 is such a big, symbolic number that I can’t help feeling a little different. Like I take up a little more space today with my 40-ness.

I expect today to be mostly the same as always here in the hacienda. That’s okay, because I don’t like a fuss. I expect to get lots of hugs and kisses and maybe a neck rub, and those things will be just what I wanted. I expect to have a wonderful day.

I hope you have a wonderful day, too. :)

Turning 40

Posted on by Sherri
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I guess you might have noticed that little birthday counter in my sidebar. I’m REALLY EXCITED (and a little scared) about turning 40 later this month. It’s almost like my whole life I’ve been waiting for this age, but I didn’t know it. 40 is mature. Strong. Self-confident. By the time a woman hits 40, she knows what matters and is ready to do something about it. The mid-life awakening (crisis) is nigh, if not already begun, and I welcome the changes that will accompany it.

What is your view of 40, whether or not you’ve made it there yet?

*Insert catchy title here*

Posted on by Sherri
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My youngest daughter turned five yesterday. Gone are the days when I slave to clean house and decorate the perfect cake with frosting made from scratch and fret that my child isn’t getting a blow-out bash like it seems every other child in her class gets every single year. Nope, I don’t do that stuff anymore. Yesterday I spent a lot of time talking with Maggie about when she was in my belly and what it was like to hold her for the first time and how happy I am she’s here. I didn’t clean the house at all, let her direct me in where to place the store-bought decorations upon her cake, and took only one picture. The actual party lasted about 7.5 minutes, but she also got to tell us what to do all day, so I think she got her money’s worth.

That was a lot of compound sentences. I’m too lazy to edit this morning. Sorry.

I was awakened this morning by a dream in which I was walking through a town at night, and someone was shining a light on me. I’d manage to get out of the light, but it found me again, and I got the feeling the guy was following me. I was scared, but not scared enough yet to go to the house whose yard I was trying to hide in. I peered back in the direction of the light to see what I could see. After a few moments of trying to see past a small bush, the light faded and I slowly realized the small bush was my ceiling light fixture. In real life. I wish I could have seen what I looked like, staring panicked and wide-eyed at the ceiling in my sleep. I bet I looked weird…er than usual.

I won’t recount the rest of the dream, but I will say it contained a lengthy portion where people thought I loved porn.