I say it’s my birthday, ba-da-da-da-DAH

I’m forty-one today. 

Halfway to middle age . . . Hey, being a late bloomer has its perks.

Not only am I one year older than this post, it’s two days past my first blogoversary.

It’s been an interesting year.  Not in a “may you live in interesting times” oddly polite ancient curse way either, but  in a “how cool is THAT!” way.

I’ve met an astonishing number of Very Amazing and Brilliant People, some of whom have become good friends—with me.  Thank you all for your support, encouragement, music, sympathy, comments, videos, righteous indignation, stories, and humor.  

I’ve not only learned how to shoot an automatic (badly) and pick locks (better) and drive  police car (aced it), I’ve had more than my fair share of Learning Experiences™ and have lived to kvetch about it.

My children have survived another year, both physically and emotionally.

I’m still writing. 

And I’ve managed to photograph some seriously sexy potatoes along the way.

I’m forty-one today.

Feels good.