Tuesday, April 08, 2008
April 8, 1966
You wake up one day and SURPRISE! You're forty. Then the years keep on tumbling away, and you're no longer 40, you're "in your 40s". I am a pretty damn youthful 42 going on 15, if you ask me.
I have noticed in recent years I am grumpy on and around my birthday, but I think I got that out of my system yesterday. On my 33rd birthday, I got a tiny little puppy, Buster, and last year, just after my birthday, I got Penny. Hard to top those for gifts!
The NY Post tells me that my year looks like this:
April 8, 2008 -- The promises you make to yourself on your birthday must be enough to stretch you creatively but they must also be reasonable and rational, otherwise you will fall short of your goals and wish you had made no promises at all. Focus on what you do best - you'll do it better than
ever this year.
And my old pal Gord reminds me that 42 is a very big year, the answer to everything.
Buddha's birthday is also April 8, and Robin Wright Penn was born on this exact day too, my twin from whom I was seperated at birth (are she and Sean splitsville? I thought I heard that).