Middle Age

Well, I guess, it's finally here. If you think about it, 45 is as middle aged as you can get -- that is assuming that you're going to live to the ripe old age of 90.

It's weird when you slow down and think about it - I never thought I'd be "middle aged", in fact, I never thought I'd be "old", and I don't think I really am (yet). Heck, I still don't make my bed, or clean my room. I still like Hamburgers and French Fries, and I still call my "mommy" when things go really wrong. I still play with toys (although they are now of the stamping and scrapping variety), and I still sleep through my alarm and need to be woken up in the morning.

So how did I get to 45!