Yes, it’s true, I turned fifty on Friday the 13th! No problem though, it’s just another day and not the first time I’ve had a birthday on a Friday, nor will it be the last! Having the superstitious number as part of my life has made me NOT superstitious and that’s a good thing. And this birthday is a good thing. I wondered how I would reconcile the fact I was half a century and I’m handling it quite well, thank you very much.

I got some lovely birthday cards, a meal at a great restaurant and best wishes for another 50. If I’m around in fifty more years, I’ll be sure and blog about how it feels to live that long. Right now, I may not look like a kid any longer, but I dang sure still feel like one and the husband could probably attest to the fact that I act like one at times too. Pouting and whining are two of my specialties. But, it’s all good, I’m STILL here and many people don’t get the chance to live this long, so I’ll accept the number and be thankful for it!