One would think ...

That turning 50 could be accomplished with a bit of dignity ... yeah. One would think.

Got a few more days to go until the big 5-0 but folks are determined to make this a year I won't forget in my dotage. As if.

For a week now, I get a card everyday from my church sister and best friend Carolyn, reminding me that I'm always going to be older than her. Thanks a pant load! I'm old enough to do the math! I confess, I run out to greet the mailman each day to see what he's brought!

And with many of my high school buddies, we get together for each other's birthdays for a bit of a girlie celebration. I didn't hear from the girls this week, so assumed my party was next week, (You KNOW how I am with dates and times ....) but alas, after I ate at home (cooked on my brand new grill!) I got a call wanting to know "what time was I going to be at my own party?" Geesh. Be right there!

Broiled shrimp, pesto pasta, fresh salad, good wine and then ... chocolate peanut butter pie! Along with a whole series of signs leading into the house and all around the house for my 50! Yeah - all around the house (you big poopy ....!) It was very sweet, quite inventive and just what was needed from all my friends who have approached this age with a bit of fun, irreverancy and o.k. maybe SOME dignity and grace! Here's JB, Cindy and Mimi - we had a great time and engaged in a bit of dentistry .... hmmmm. Very weird? You bet!


Apparently, this year, Gail's birthday is more than just an annual event - it's some sort of holiday! Strangers are stopping me at Publix to wish me a happy 50 ... hmmm. Is that good, or are they just assuming that now that I'm 50 that I won't remember???? And how do they know? Because of the big cake that was decorated with vultures and such for me there???

Now ... when is that next party????