I feel good and young...regardless if my boobs and bellybutton look crappy and old.

I woke up at 4:32 this morning and immediately realized that I was now 40.  I was okay with this and I rolled  over and went back to sleep.

I don't have anything profound to say.  I do have to admit that saying "I am 40" out loud sounds very, very strange.  Kind of like when I became engaged and had to introduce Ching as my fiance or, hell, just saying his name.  But I got used to it.  I feel good and young...regardless if my boobs and bellybutton look crappy and old.  (I might address that lift and tuck at 45.)

I do have some goals that I would like to complete in my 40's:

My blog--I need it to go big time.  I really enjoy writing it and I want to share it with the world.  If Bethenny Frankel can become famous from crappy "lite liquor" in a bottle and get her own talk show, why can I not do the same?  Granted, I can't do reality tv.  The combination of my love of drink and a touch of cray-cray would not be good.  Good television for the masses but I don't think I could show my face at any family functions.

Trendsetter?  I started to use the word "ridic" and I think it could be "the" word to use.  It is short for ridiculous but it's more fun to say--simply pronounced "RIDIK", the with the second syllable stressed.  It was between that and "Holy Christ on Crutches".  I don't want Laurel to say HCoC yet so therefore, I went with my second choice.  I truly think I could make this happen.

I need to focus on my friends because they truly make me feel good about myself so by extension, I guess, I am taking better care of myself.  I have friend in Connecticut (with a pool) that I haven't seen in six years!  And live less than 2 hours away. Absolutely ridic!  (See how easy that was?)  I become so focused in my routine and fearful of not getting things done that when I hear from friends, I am truly happy.  Yeah, more of that..less crapola weekend tasks on the list.

This decade, for me, is going to be so important in regards to my girls, my jewels.  They are at that age when I can share a lot and they will listen (most of the time) and enjoy my company.  When I turn 50, one will be 16 and the other, 12...I believe I should live it up now.

I would like to get back into cooking.  There have been too many dinners when I make a side that was previously in a canister or frozen.  And Rachel actually likes all sorts of different foods...Laurel, still, not so much.

That's it for now..small steps.

(I have been asked what Ching ended giving me on my birthday.  True to form, it was a piece of David Yurman jewelry--Laurel picked it out.  It is a necklace with a pave diamond pattern.  I felt closer to her when she gave it to me.  Between the two items that Ching had her choose from, she chose the piece that was more sparkly!  But I do have to admit, my favorite gift was from my sister Jess (and her family--but she did all the work)  She took 43 of my blog entries, organized it by chapters and had it bound in hard cover!  That's right JCW---hardcover!)