Brought To You By The Letter...S: 3 Decades of Moi...

Lucky #13...of December :)

It's been 30 years now since I have been wandering this planet, thinking the big, important questions like...
Why are we here? Do I really have to wear this for work? And also...Why do my kids hate me?
lol...Just semi kidding on that last one...

I turned the big 3-0 over the holidays...at which point...I swear, my left knee decided to give out and I am now scouting Chiropractors. I seem to lose my breath alot quicker too...stairs are evil contraptions...

that could just be the steady diet of Cheezies for breakfast I have adopted, but I think more nefarious plots are afoot... Age is out to get me!

I have already decided that I am to be immune to every pitfall of the aging process,

both mental and physical. I won't admit to noticing a few of my dear Mater's trademark behaviours,
now fully adopted and honedinto my own patterns of speech and thought processes. Besides, I only have
three grey hairs...I read somewhere that a woman's real deepest, fear is to turn into her mother,
but nope...that will never happen to me.

My mom always credits Sesame Street with my love of language, indeed my reading abilities at a very tender age (3yrs). This blog will be a mixture of my numerous daily encounters, that invariably always have me saying, "It could only happen to me." If all else fails I will go to my favourite daytime show Sesame Street and take a look at how it filters popular culture into the simplest form, enhancing rather than detracting from the original message.