This weekend…

I turned a half century.


I did NOT get my birthday wish, despite being completely unsubtle about what I wanted…I figuredĀ SURELY turning 50 and surviving cancer would mean my husband would get me a puppy.


He did not. But that’s ok, because now I know exactly what I’m getting him for Christmas!

I got to celebrate a huge win for my daughter’s team and did not drop dead of a heart attack despite all the stress. (Being the mother of a goalie is no joke).

And I got to spend precious time with my family, including my oldest son who was home from New York for a long weekend…


Phew! I’ve managed to survive my first half century!