Forty-something

Today I turned 44 years old. OMG, just writing that down pains me!!! That's a lot of years!!!! lol The weird thing is, I look in the mirror I don't see "44 years old", I just see me. Saturday afternoon, my besties and I took in the second to last Astros game of the season. We eventually met a group of guys that were there celebrating their friend's birthday. When they found out mine was a mere hours away, one of the guys asked me how old I was going to be. Not one to have a problem revealing such information, I told him. He almost fell over! "No way! You're lying! Let me see your ID!" I told him I wasn't lying and put my license in his face to prove it. "You look so much younger! I thought you were at least 28 or 29!" ----I could have kissed him right then and there! lol And then today, at the casino, I met a young girl, also from Houston, she was all of 22 years old. She asked me if I was old enough to drink!!! Seriously!!! (I made a mental note to return to Louisiana as often as possible for ego boosting!) When I told her how old I was, I thought I was going to have to help her lift her jaw off the ground. haha The guy from last night asked me what my secret was. I responded by telling him that I had no secret. I just had parents with great genes!!! lol

All kidding aside, true or not, maybe it was the birthday gods playing a trick on me, or maybe I was somehow being secretly taped for an upcoming "Punked" episode (provided that that show still aired! lol) whatever the case, my self-esteem was lifted in ways mere words cannot describe.

I'm 44 and holding.