40 is where it is at. Really. Rock on 40. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I had no clue how fabulous 40 would be until I got here. Just fantastic. Y'all should be jealous of us 40 year olds.
(Am I protesting too much yet?)
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
40 is where it is at. Really. Rock on 40. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I had no clue how fabulous 40 would be until I got here. Just fantastic. Y'all should be jealous of us 40 year olds.
(Am I protesting too much yet?)
Okay, I admit. I don't know what a Jesus year is.
Help?
And, Tamara, I am very heartened to read that your aunt was laughing and joking near the end. Says so much about her and how much support she must have felt. I am sorry, though. Very much. (((Tamara)))
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.40 is where it is at. Really. Rock on 40. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I had no clue how fabulous 40 would be until I got here. Just fantastic. Y'all should be jealous of us 40 year olds.
Hey, I'm quite looking forward to turning 40 in November! I probably should start idly planning the big gothy-goth club night I want to have for my birthday, shouldn't I?
Thanks, Suzi.
Jilli, that sounds divine!
My early thirties are kind of a blur wrapped up in chasing after two kids born fifteen months apart. (Clearly, in my late twenties, I was also rather brain dead.)
Therefore, my late thirties and now forty is really Pretty Good. And my first baby is going to be TWELVE on Friday! When did that happen? Srsly?
I... still don't know what a Jesus Year is. I mean, I got that it was 33, and that it's when the dude died, but is blowing it out in his name like a recognized ritual thing that all the Christians know about and I don't? That's the part that confuses me.
40 was a great year. Actually -- getting older is better. Ever since 38 for me. Still lots of stupid shit, and bad shit too-- but every day stuff -- much better.
I'm staring at my 18 year old going - how the heck... I mean, I remember every minute of those 18 years, and yet.
Feeling very old at the moment and very incompetent. Not having the house sold is making me feel like a failure who may have to ask her father for money. How pathetic is that? I'm 40, I should be past needing help from my parents.
Sorry for the whine, just grrrrring at myself.
is blowing it out in his name like a recognized ritual thing that all the Christians know about and I don't?
Nah, it's just silly.