I Am Not Turning 40...I Am Not Turning 40...I Am....

If I keep saying it, it won't happen right? I am just over 8 hours away from hitting the big 40. I'm not too sure how I feel about it. It was alamot 40 years ago today, on a brutally cold New England morning (all February mornings in New England are brutally cold) that yours truly made his world debut. I was, by all accounts a big baby. You wouldn't know it to look at me now but I rocked the scales at almost ten pounds. I was so big my mother had to have a capital C- section. (Please tell me you get that). By the same accounts, I was soothed immediately by a warm bath, a tiny knit Bruins beanie, and a binky that had been dipped in Jamiesons.

I look back and am amazed at how fast my life has been flying by. I have had many trials and tribulations along the way. Mostly health-wise. It's cool though, all the bad stuff that you deal with makes you stronger. It has made me the perseon I am today.

I've had spinal surgery twice, a few 'growths' removed, I've moved to Joisey, met a fantabulous woman, married her, bought a house, buried my father, baby sister, and one of my best friends. 

I've been to Vegas, all over New England, Canada a few times, Upstate New York, lots of places. 

Flown once. Met alot of really cool people. So honestly, the good has outweighed the bad. But that has only happened recently. Once I met my wife, my life started on the upswing. 

We have had our share of rough times but we get through it. Together.

Life is a crazy thing. And like my Dad used to say, it goes by fast kiddo. 

So tomorrow when the Grandfather clock chimes at 8:30 I'll wish Meself a Happy Birthday.