Happy Birthday!

Today is my birthday and all I have to say is...I really like ME.

My friends, who have a sense of humor, play along with the fact that I've celebrated my 27th/29th birthday for almost (ALMOST) ten years now. We all know how old I am, but what fun is that? When you think about it, once you've passed your 21st birthday, who really gives a shit how old you are? Why would anyone ask? Isn't that considered rude in today's society?

On the other side of the coin are those stupid people that think I truly mourn the passing of each year and need to get back in touch with reality and accept the fact that I'm 35 years old. Gimme a break! For those stupid people out there, rest assured.

In my 35 years I've helped to create a wonderful family of considerate, compassionate and loving children that will grow to be good people and friends anyone would be lucky to have. I married a man that is my friend, first and foremost. My parents have become friends that I treasure. I've accepted that I'm much better off not having some people in my life. I've become friends with people that I couldn't survive without and I've reacquainted with friends I'd thought I'd lost.

We all know people that live for the next holiday sale at Macy's or Nordstrom's or those people that spend all their "free time" shopping and those women that have children to be accessories. SAD. SAD. SAD.

Materialism is unattractive to me. You can't take it with you, after all. My life is richer because of the people I associate with and the adventures that I have. There's nothing more thrilling for me than to see the look of wonder and excitement on my children's faces when we go to a museum or the fun of apple picking or going down the big slide at Central Park. THAT'S LIVING! That's what I live for.

Happy Birthday to me! I'm 35 years old and life can only get better!