I am still not certain when it happened exactly...but I have noticed that I don't remember things lately. I had heard that it would happen. I guess, I just didn't really think it would really happen to me. Have you felt that way? It seems that I have felt that way in several circumstances especially since I turned 40 a few years ago...actually 8 years ago for me...8 years today (please God let me be right about that). Yes, it is my birthday today. No, I am not bummed out. I actually like my birthday. I really do (especially the presents!). I don't like to count them though (the birthday's) but not for the usual reasons. I don't like to do math very much and I stopped keeping track mostly because when people would ask me (years ago) how old I was, then, I would tell them some random number that was older than the truth. I figured out that people would tell me how great I looked for my age if they thought I was older(what can I say? I liked compliments). It wasn't the number that bothered me it was how I wore it. This started happening when I was in my 20's so before long I lost track. It worked pretty good for me until one day after having a rollover car wreck the officer (who was looking at my license) asked me how old I was. I took a guess and guess what? I was a few years younger than my guess. He looked a bit confused and then asked me if I was sure I was alright. I replied that yes I was fine because I had only bumped my head a little...that was the wrong answer because next thing I knew I was being driven to the ER. My dear hubby who worked in that ER as a paramedic at the time would have a good chuckle over that one. I did decide after that I needed to be truthful. The only problem with that was that the damage was done. I had a hard time remembering the right number. It helps though to have a daughter who loves to do math. She helps keep me straight and I do believe she said that I am 48 this year (*smiling*). It is a good time to be 48!