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What a wonderful birthday.

The day didn't start out so hot (Moose kept me up most of the night, so I was exhausted, then I couldn't find parking, so I was late to yoga, which stressed me out), but my yoga teacher helped me turn my attitude around, and from there on out it was a pretty damn good day.

We sold our second pilot of the season, my cleaning lady came and made my house sparkling, I had time to take an amazing two hour nap, and I got tons of wonderful emails and calls and even tweets.  Laura, the incredible woman who cooks for me, brought me a healthy cake-y treat and these gorgeous flowers:

George has been calm-ish all day which, for him, is astounding.  My oldest friend, whose fortieth birthday was exactly a month ago, sent me a yummy cake.  My awesome dog walker gave George a free run, which meant I could come home late from dinner and not have to deal with crazy puppy energy.  

And I had dinner with two amazing friends (WP and K of B'n'K) at a brand new restaurant in my neighborhood that did not disappoint.  

And, of course, presents!  From a cooking class to fascinating books (I'll tell you more about them as I read them) to the cutest measuring cups for my kitchen and watering cans for my new patio (I'll take a picture of them tomorrow and you'll see why I love them).

All in all, I really couldn't have asked for more.

But, Universe, I want to be clear.  By forty-one, I expect to at minimum be pregnant. And if I already have a baby by then, that'll be fine too.

Got it?

We good?

Cool. 

I'm Cool With It

One of my oldest friends recently asked me how I was dealing with our approaching "descent into middle age." 

Which I thought was hilarious.

For one thing, I'm not sure what "middle age" even means anymore.  If it means finally feeling good at both my job and my life, I'm cool with it.

For another, who has time to descend into anything?  

And for yet another, I feel like I'm just at the beginning of the most important phase of my life, personally and professionally.  

So the fact that I'm turning forty in a couple weeks, really isn't an issue for me. Aside from the fact that I really, really wanted to be pregnant by now... I'm pretty comfortable with my age.  I stopped coloring my hair three years ago because of all the hang-ups there are to have in this world, age is just not one of mine.

I do, however, want to get myself something nice for my birthday.  Possibly something in the jewelry arena.  But I'm kind of baffled.  Diamond studs?  A necklace?  Or something totally different?  A painting?  A piece of furniture?  I want to get something meaningful that I'll still have and love twenty years from now.

Any thoughts???

Gray As Gray Can Be

About a year ago, I decided to stop coloring my hair.  

I started going gray when I was nineteen, so there's been a fair amount of coloring over the years...  browns, blonds, and various shades of red.

It all just started to seem a little silly, and so, after a side-trip through the five stages of grieving, I stopped.  

This last weekend, my stylist announced that all the old color is finally gone.  Meaning I've got a hell of a lot of gray hair.

Wow.  Like, A LOT.

Look:

See?  And that's not even the bad part.  Here's the bad part:

Yep.  The bad part is THE FRONT.  

Lucky me!

(FYI: Trying to take a picture of yourself with an iPhone in a mirror is challenging.)

Now, there's a longer post in the whole going-gray arena, but at the moment I'm just adjusting to the new reality of my head.  

A reality, I must admit, I kinda like.

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Where do you stand on hair coloring?  Do you color your hair?  When do you plan to stop?  Or are you a dye-hard?  (I'm so punny.)