Birthdays are funny things. Last year I turned 60. I celebrated the whole month of September. I went out for lunch or supper at least once a week. My husband gave me bouquets twice. I bought myself a couple of books I wanted and the best thing of all - my 2 daughters put on a surprise Birthday party for me. And the funny thing was, it really was a surprise. It was also only the second party I have had. It was a great way to celebrate the milestone.

This birthday was low key - my husband gave me 2 dozen roses and he and my daughters gave me a new DVD burner. My son installed it for me as his part of the gift. Tomorrow my daughters and I are going to see Serenity. I am just as happy this year as I was last year. I love birthdays - not for the celebration or the gifts but because it means I am still alive. Once you get beyond 60 and are still in relatively good health, each year is a blessing and I am grateful to get older because the alternative is the pits.

I love when my son comes and does work on my computer. He always reconfigures it - he calls it fixing it and setting it the way it is suppose to be set. It usually takes me a couple of weeks to get it back the way I want it because it takes me that long to hit all the different programs he fixed. I can't remember what he did as he was doing it so I just have to trust to luck that I will hit the feature at some point and remember how to change it. He keeps telling me my monitor is too far away from me and I have to keep reminding him I am farsided so it is just the right distance for me. I love him to bits though.