It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to....Oh that old song just popped into my intracanial charges...loose wires from old age! Just kidding, but it could be true if you think about it. Yes, it is my birthday to day and I am 53.  Whoppie!   Well you are as old as you feel. I am going to celebrate by going out with my 31  year old son, my 33 year old daughter as wel as some friends my age. We will engauge in the wonderful world of playing pool...one of my favorite past times. And believe me, it is not a game of luck. It is a game of serious concentration. So tonight will be a celebration of life and togetherness not how old I am. I fell as if I am in my thirties as well. With all that I do, my children can't keep up with me. The reason why  this is such an histrical event is that as I turn 53 at 11:30 p.m. tonight, one must remeber that I was born in 1953...a big turning point in the history of mankind. Now 53 years later we are making bigger history. Now if you tak ethe 53 and reverse the numbers you get 35...that's how many years that I have been married to the same male specie! It's a miricale I am not bald or gray haired by now!! Yes it's time for a celebration since everyone ignored the 50th birthday...now party, nothing . What a big let down! But this year will be different I can feel it in my bones. I really want to thank those that have already made my day a special day! Thanks to all of you. ~Helen