40 is…

the nickname of a Canadian music producer, best known for his work with Drake.  It still cracks me up that Drake used to be on Degrassi. I wonder how many of his fans have followed him from the show. Okay, that moment passed and I no longer care about it…must be my age.

…also the atomic number of heat-resistant zirconium, not to be confused with the cubic zirconia that makes fake (but sparkly) diamond rings.

…also the number of a Messier Deep-sky object – one located in the constellation Ursa Major. The Man tells me it’s crap.  Apparently, Mr. Messier thought he saw a misty patch around a double star but no one has seen it since. The Man compared M40 to turning 40 where everyone thinks it will be awesome, but it’s really just life as normal as it has ever been. I told him that his 40s are going pretty well and mine have started off quite nicely. He snarkily said this was how society wants us to think 40 will be. I told him it is what you make of it and to shut up in a much nicer way than saying shut up. Then he kissed the top of my head 🙂 I love him.

…the number in various religions, including my own to represent a large number, similar to “umpteen”…and I’m pretty sure that the next time the monkey asks how old I am the response will be, “I’m umpteen years old.” It also represents important time periods in both Judaism and Christianity as well as Islam.

…the age at which a man can study Kabbalah. Hmmm…no one told Ashton that.

…the number of players each team in the MLB is allowed to have on their major league roster, under-contract.

…the number of winks required for a short sleep.

…the number of spaces on a Monopoly board.

…the number of hours, according to the best source of information on the internet in a regular workweek in many Western countries. It’s also the number of years one traditionally works before retiring…I’m hoping it will be less.

…the number of weeks in an average term pregnancy – counting from the first day of a lady’s last Aunt Flo visit. I have never carried to full-term, so I wouldn’t know about it!

…the age I will be today…”Someday!” a la’ Sally from my favorite movie with Billy Crystal has arrived, and I’m not crying. I might be having lunch with one of Crystal’s relatives though. I can neither confirm nor deny this rumour.

nothing… but the number of candles on my birthday cake today.  39 was fine, and 40 is already legendary.

Happy Birthday to me and Happy Humpday to you!



By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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