Half a century

Yes, my friends and those 7 people that read my blog, I turned 50 yesterday, March 6th. Man, just hearing that number makes me feel old. The good thing is, I don't feel old. I feel the same as when I was 30. However, I don't remember how it felt to be 30. The memory is the first thing to go, yadda, yadda, yadda.

My dad gave me a card that says even though I turned 50, I looked 35. Yay, Dad! I'll take your word on it (but then, he's my dad).

My gosh, I'm a 50 year old woman with a 10 year old daughter. When she turns 40, I will be 80 (shudder). I don't want to think about it.

I read somewhere that when you turn this age, you stop being politically correct. So then, I'm having cake for breakfast.