March Madness

Ok, I’m so totally not a basketball fan. I have no clue about any of it. But I LOVE March! And not because My Birthday comes in March (hint hint, people – get moving here). Spring comes in March. My daffydills that are my birth flower bloom in March in SOME areas of the country (not mine right now though, dammit). The Earth wakes up from it’s sleep and starts to bloom. It’s just a beautiful time of year. THis year, I turn 40. In 3 more days, I’ll be 40 years old. I have *NO* idea how this happened. Last I knew, I was rollerskating (yes, ROLLERskates, not those godawful inline skates) on the sidewalk with my tape player blasting Michael Jackson and Air Supply. I was sure it was just yesterday or so.Now, how did I get to be 40??? Oh… I know what you’re thinking. She’s finally gone around the bend. But it really does feel like just yesterday. My sister had just been born. She was upstairs, in her playpen (remember those, folks?), and I was listening for her to wake up while I was on the front steps writing down lyrics to something. Well, damn.. now she’s 27. (Happy Belated Birthday, Sis) She’s got 2 kids of her own and they didn’t have playpens cuz somewhere along the way, they were deemed DANGEROUS. I’m digressing (I’ll explain what it means later, heather) So I turn 40 on Monday. I’m looking forward to my 40’s – sort of like I did with my 30s. I dreaded the 30s all while in my 20s. WHen I hit my 30s though, it was like I came into my own skin. I stopped worrying about stupid shit and became who I am. Maybe it coincided with me becoming a mom (at 29 years, 6 months), meeting hubby and really being loved for who I was. Maybe it was finally severing ties to my past. But my 30s were very cool. I brought them in by becoming a mom, and I’m ushering them out doing the same thing. My 40’s look to be interesting as well. They say that a woman reaches her sexual peak at 40. Hubby asked today “Well, how long does it last?”. If it’s anything like my 30s, he’s in trouble 40 used to be so OLD to me. I find it comforting to know, though, that most of my 40 yr old friends are also old enough to be grandmothers any day now (all their oldest kids are hitting 21 this year), and the fact that I’m still a few years from that comforts me GREATLY! *EG* So Happy Birthday to me… I’d hoped to celebrate it the way I TRULY enjoy celebrating, but the birth of my son has ummm… changed those plans somewhat – although I DO hope for at least some intimacy anyways As always, you’ll probably hear all about it.