Psssst.... Monday is my birthday. It's a big one. No longer will I be able to say I'm in my 'early' 40's. I'll be 45. FORTY FIVE. F.O.R.T.Y...F.I.V.E. yuck. That seriously qualifies for middle aged.

Seriously, I'm not depressed about it. I have the most kick-ass job, the most kick-ass hubby, kick-ass sis, kick-ass kids, kick-ass in-law's and soon to have a kick-ass house. That's SIX kick-ass things. Actually, there's probably a lot more, but I'm sure there should be a limit on the number of times I write ass. You know, to keep it clean for the kids and all..

Son number two came over last night and spent the evening playing Tiger Woods golf with hubby, then spent the night. He really enjoyed the bull ring story. heh. They have a great time together, and that is a beautiful thing.

Today, sis and her 'lover' (I call him that just to gross her out. We really hate that term!) are coming over today and joining us (me, hubby and son number 2) for lunch at my favorite hangout so I can have onion rings. I'll be a little more careful than I was the last time I had onion rings.

I love having my family together. It truly is where my heart is. My heart is also with my family that won't be with me today.

When I blow out the candles, I'll have one special wish. That wish is that I'll be able to have hubby's family and my sis and kids all together at least one more time. I hope I get my wish.