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So this is 40 ☺



I remember being a little kid thinking how old 40 seemed...turns out it isn't so bad.  Yeah I've only been 40 for a few days but really it doesn't feel any different than not being 40 and honestly I don't mind it.  I wouldn't want to go back to any other age either.  This age is so far the best.  Stephen and I have almost finished raising our girls (and pretty good girls they are too) we have a nice home on a small piece of land and have enough money to enjoy life together.  Much better than when I was in my twenties where we had 2 little girls a tiny home and one paycheck.  Yeah, 40 is when you kinda have your shit together it would seem & the best part is 40 isn't as horrible as everyone makes it out to be. 

I had a fabulous time celebrating my birthday this year, my dearest friend (who will be hitting the big 4 0 in just under a year) and a few of my family members made sure they "painted the town" as they put it to be sure everyone knew that I was becoming "over the hill"  
It's funny because for several months everyone was reminding everyone else to not forget to hang signs for Tammy's 40th.  No one wanted my day to go by without getting their revenge.  Yes, I have spent (probably more than) my share of late nights making and hanging signs all over every sign post, paper box, ice box and random fence to spread the word of loved ones big (old) milestones.  It is something I remember always doing once I was out on my own.  I guess I do it because I want everyone to feel special on their birthday and to see signs hanging all over town is a fun way to show them that someone was thinking of them on their special day (along with many strangers wondering who just turned 30, 40, 50...)  It was fun driving through town this past Wednesday to see how well I had taught those that hung signs for me.  They did pretty darn well.  I counted 14 from one end of town to the middle of town and there were about 15-20 more on the other end of town.  No one could miss them.  I went to renew my drivers license on Friday afternoon and the lady in the tag office said "oh, you just turned 40 didn't you?"  She mentioned that she seen all the signs around town as well as a couple other ladies in the office doing business.  (So for each of you that spent time making sure people would see that I got old...your work paid off.)    :)
I don't know really why I started hanging signs but I do remember being a little kid when my uncle Mike turned 30 and though Nanny didn't hang signs all over town, she did hang a big sign "Mike is dirty at 30" or something to that nature on their front door and everyone that came over got to sign their name and birthday wishes on it.  I thought that was too cool and it showed him that people were celebrating his special day.  I love birthdays and even if it is a little home cooked dinner and cake with only those that live with you, all birthdays should be celebrated. 

Yep this is 40 and so far it's not so bad and I can't wait to see what all this next 10 years has in store for me. 


Thanks for reading & have a great day 

Always,
tammyc

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