I Say It's My Birthday

I thought this would be an appropriate day to rescue my blog, which has been mouldering in a dark corner of my mind for the last couple of weeks.

Thoughts on my birthday:

I don't feel any older than I did yesterday. In fact, I don't feel any older than I did 10 years ago.

I think 37 still qualifies as "mid-30's." Next year will definitely be pushing it. Can finally admit that "late-20's" just isn't cutting it anymore.

Am fine with my age. In fact, more than fine. My 30's have seen a huge jump in my self-confidence, my career, my family, and just as importantly, my sex drive. To all those scientists who say a woman hits her sexual stride in her 30's, I say "yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, OH YES, YEEESSSSS!"

Having a bit more trouble with the concept of 40. Like the Olympics, it's just 3 years away. And like the Olympics, I have a lot to do to make sure my 40th year comes in on time and on budget.

Anna Nicole Smith and I were the same age when she died. What a fucking train wreck she was. Very glad I have my life and not hers. It's extremely sad, but at the same time, she's at least not torturing herself anymore. Let's hope whoever gets custody of that little girl is a better parent than Anna Nicole would have been. Quite frankly, they couldn't be much worse.

Edited to add: OK, just found out she was 39, not 36. But still.