I'm another year older now. 

I'm not offically 36 for another few hours as far as the US is concerned, but it's already June 16th in England where I was born....so I've kissed 35 goodbye and am embracing 36.

Wow.  36.  Seems like just yesterday I was revelling in being 18 and legal to drink, and I can vividly recall turning 16.  Now here I am, married 11 1/2 years, with 3 kids...steaming towards 40.

I can't say that I'm not where I thought I would be because I've never really thought that I would be anywhere.  The only plan I ever had was to stay married to D....and I've accomplished that. 

I can say that I'm happy with where I am.  I'm in love with a rockin' dude, and equally importantly he loves me too.  I have wonderful children, a place to live, food to eat, clothes on my back and money for a little extra here and there.  Yeah, I bitch and complain about him being gone and how it sucks to be alone, but....at least I have someone and I know he'll be home sometime.

Life is good....and being 36 is going to be good too!