It was a dark and stormy night...
Serioulsy. That's how my story begins. It was dark and stormy on June 12th 1967 and my mom hopped on a bus to deliver me in Kings County Hospital, because my father was freaking out so much my mom refused to get in the car with him.
Today I turn forty. How do I feel about that? Eh. That's not a bad eh. Just a not-a-whole-lot-different-than-39 eh. Let's talk at fifty.
Forty ain't bad. It feels slightly weird saying it... but it doesn't feel bad being it. I kinda like who I am; 20-year-old Iris had a hard time leaving "teen" behind (there's a story for you) but today's Iris likes being mature. Only I'm totally not, but simply by virtue of being forty years old, people will presume that I am mature.
I was hoping my divorce would be final by now, only there was a delay in paperwork. I would've loved to be divorced and forty in the same month; I'll settle for the same year. W'ever*. I'll be out celebrating my fortieshness with friends, and pretty much doing what 39-year-old Iris was doing. But certainly not what 20-year-old Iris was doing. Noooo. I don't think my liver could handle it.
*People attempting to show how mature they are should not quote Kappa MIkey in their posts. Just sayin'.



Happy Birthday! I'm sure you're way cooler now, than when you were 20. (I'll bet your liver thinks so too).
Posted by:Jeff | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 09:14 AM
Happy Birthday! 40 is rocks! I'm 41 and also consider myself mature, yet I still giggle whenever my 7 year old son rips a really loud fart. Enjoy your stay in birthday land!
Posted by:Kim | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 10:17 AM
Happy Birthday! I think more of you drafty ladies need to join me in the 40s. So when are we celebrating?
Posted by:jackie | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 10:47 AM
Happy Birthday! I wish you many happy returns of the day!
Posted by:Kathy | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 11:36 AM
Happy birthday. Hope 40 is a great year for you!
Posted by:Jessica | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 11:55 AM
Happy Birthday! I just turned 40 a couple of weeks ago...still not sure how I feel about it, but damn straight I'm not going back to the 20-year-old crap :-)
Have fun!
Posted by:Lee Ann | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 12:11 PM
Happy happy happy day, my love. I'm so glad you were born.
Posted by:cari | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 01:29 PM
Happy birthday!
Posted by:Wendy | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 02:02 PM
Happy birthday!
Posted by:Christie | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 02:32 PM
Happy birthday, wonderful Iris!
Posted by:regina | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 03:11 PM
Happy birthday, wonderful Iris!
Posted by:regina | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 03:11 PM
Happy Happy Birthday!
Posted by:Anne | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 05:35 PM
Happy Birthday, lady!
xoxo
Posted by:irene | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 11:49 PM
Have a major happy birthday, and enjoy your personal holiday!!! It's great to have enough life behind you to see what worked and what to keep, and what to discard or revise; the Sankofa principle at work.
Allow yourself to mature naturally, and not prematurely, by thinking I'm forty, this is what's supposed to happen. Most of all, laugh more at this absurd world; it got me through to 49.
You GO, girl!
Posted by:sahara | Wednesday, June 13, 2007 at 07:27 AM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Still crafting on Sat.?
Posted by:Michelle | Wednesday, June 13, 2007 at 11:26 AM
Amen and happy birthday!
Posted by:valentina | Wednesday, June 13, 2007 at 04:21 PM
Wow I missed it! Happy Belated Birthday!! My brother is the same age and he too has changed alot since he was 20. Still the same silly big bro, but definitely more mature.
Peace and Blessings
Posted by:LaBean | Thursday, June 14, 2007 at 04:39 AM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Oh and 40's the new 20'S OR 30'S or something like that!!!
Posted by:urbanknitrix | Monday, June 18, 2007 at 12:19 PM
Hey girl, happy belated.
Your body, watch out, will start doing mysterious things that your 20 year body only dreamed about...
Your mind, on the other hand, will betray you and insist that it isn't proper. Ignore it!
Posted by:deborah | Sunday, July 01, 2007 at 03:11 PM