Note the emphasis on the AM, not the OLD (although I’m not that thrilled to be aging, either).

I’m not one of those women who gasp when someone asks my age, thinking it inappropriate to ask a lady how “old” she is. However, I don’t tell right away and instead ask them to guess at how old they THINK I am before I tell them.

Now, if the person knows my family (that I’ve been married and have two kids), then they’ll usually guess a little higher. But just off the cuff, I have gotten as low as 26 but usually 28. My excuse for it is that I don’t wear makeup (thus not allowing it to settle into my creases, giving my age away) and I act completely immature for a woman. Psst, I’m fine with that – especially if it makes me seem not so ooold. Maybe I ‘shouldn’t’ be so OK with it, because acting immature is not flattering either, but it’s the lesser of two evils, if you ask me ;)

Two weeks ago I turned 37… for the second time. No, really.

All last year, I guess I was thinking that I was TURNING 37 and instead got it stuck in my head that I WAS 37. So I’ve already been 37 and didn’t have 36. Upon the suggestion of Dustin, Elisa’s DH, I’m going to be 36 this year and resume my real age at next year’s birthday.

Because being 37 again doesn’t give me back being 36, which is closer to 30 than 37 is (see where I’m going?). Some have suggested just being 37 and it’s as if I didn’t even age, but I’m not clever enough to trick my brain like that and already stuck on this new philosophy.

Lisa and I with Gene at Dixie’s BBQ ON my birthday 2 weeks ago.

I have NO IDEA how I will handle 40 (even though Oprah tries and tries to convince me that passing 50 has been the BEST years of her life, I don’t buy it). Y’all might want to start saving your pennies now so we can travel somewhere to give the 30’s a proper burial (like the Mediterranean or Europe).

Q: What’s your take on aging gracefully?

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