It's my birthday.....and I'll cry if I want to

Yeah, it's today and I'm forty. Six. Ugh.

I feel like that chair looks--lumpy, uncomfortable, and held together by some butt-ugly rivets. It's weird what your body starts to do after 40, and every year after just adds some new surprises. Even if your mind says you are still 20, your body tells you, day after day, that 20 is looooonnnng gone. Sigh.

I had a good birthday kick-off--meeting up with Lola and hanging out at a couple of Starbucks last night. I say a couple because we planned to meet up for a big jalapeno/blueberry jam exchange, and I was at one Starbucks and she was at another. This was the one time I was thankful for texting. We finally met up and spent the evening giggling about everything from school idiots to fellow bloggers. We both escaped our crazy lives for a bit and just sat for a spell. It was so nice to just relax with a friend for a change.

So, after a fun night chatting with Lola, I'm off to chill with my other big pallies--the White Sox. Yes, Joe scored our fav seats (free!) for the big night, so I can see my Paulie and the boys up close. Yes! Nothing like a trip to the 'ol ballpark and a cold beer to celebrate another year. Okay, so I'm not wild--no fake plastic butts or anything--just hanging out watching the boys of summer.

Happy Weekend, pallies. Go look up those people you call "friend" and give them a call. Have a bonfire in the yard and smoke out the neighbors. Take a nap. Remember to breathe deep and stick your toe into the pool of relaxation a bit.