it has officially commenced.


my week of turning 40.

well although not precisely the exact four-oh; last thursday i made the brilliant decision that it’s just easier to start rounding UP.

in fact, hold this thought for a day or two…the mid-century mark might even work better.

i’ve never cared much for math. it gives me wrinkles and cystic acne.


so fuck it! i’m gonna be forty!

give or take three years. 


see? at forty, i don’t have to worry so much anymore about the swearing…right?

hello explicit, nasty, peel the paint off with your dirty words version in all my spin classes.

i mean if amy grant has those versions?

you’ve been warned.



come to mama 40-bear.