I'm Forty, Muthaf*ckas!

I'm forty. 4-0. Today.

Haven't been here in a while. Haven't felt the need to write. I write best when I'm melancholy and life just hasn't been that way in a while. I'm happy today. I really am. I have so much to be happy about. Reaching the age of forty is in itself a feat and a joy just to be alive. It's better than the alternative.

I've missed this site and been a lazy and neglectful blogger. I'm sorry for some reason. But I do love this way to express oneself. It's cathartic and therapeutic and sometimes pretty stupid, but good all at once.

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My son just had a birthday too. He is a teenager of 13 now. Amazingly handsome, smart, funny, tall, protective and loving. You just wouldn't believe how he's grown in the past year. I've struggled with Nolan-haters lately and it makes me sick. Basically, anyone who thrusts their own insecurities and child-rearing issues on my son needs an ass whipping in my book. But I am calm and my new-found maturity that came with four decades made me listen and stay detached. He's a good boy no matter what SHE says. He made me a birthday card in foreign languages class today, decorated with a red heart and all. Attached was a piece of notebook paper with the autographs of all his homies who said things like, "Happy Birthday Mrs. Riddle" and "I love you"--it was quite amusing. Again, jesuschristallmighty, I LOVE that boy!!!

Sissy Girl has a birthday coming up as well in eight days. She's turning the big 1-0 this year and we're having a fashion themed birthday party/sleepover to prove it. Many Silly Bands will be worn and traded, headbands made, junk food eaten and I know I'll have to keep Nolan away from all the giggly girls in the basement. My girlie has grown so much this year as well and is turning into one of the most beautiful creatures I have yet to see. jesusfuckingchrist, I love her...

The Man keeps working and travelling and working and watching football and doing dumb stuff and working. He's been to Brazil this year, just returned from India and is slated to return to Brazil in early December. It's all good: Momma likey all the miles we get to keep what with these excursions. Paid my first class ass to Vegas last weekend. Oh yes, I said Vegas. More on that later...

The Man, circa two weeks ago, in some kind of traditional Indian garb.

So, being forty isn't so bad. Feels no different from 35 or 36 or 37 really. I'm thinking I'm gonna rock this whole forty thing all to hell anyways, so there.