The Last Year of My Fifties

Today was my 59th(!) birthday and I have to say I really don't feel like I should be this old. But the calendar and my birth certificate says differently so here I am, now on the cusp of 60.

I really didn't do anything special today; planted the flowers I bought Friday and got my birthday drink from Starbucks, and for dinner Hector grilled steak and yesterday he actually went out and got me cupcakes, which was a surprise as I can't remember the last time he got me anything cake related for my birthday. He bought 12 of them, one of each flavor so we would have a choice, though really half a dozen would have been just fine.  Of course I took a picture:

Because who knows when I'll ever get cake again for a birthday.

Anyway, I have my "New Year" resolutions for this last year of my 50s:

1) Keep up my blogs

2) Lose weight (yes, again...I did manage to this past year so it CAN be done.

3) Do something different with my life by the time I am 60.  I'm ready to move, to change, to have a different life.

So those are the three.  And since there are only 3, they should be doable, right?  Right.

And here we go....