The first time I looked at this question, I found my self reading it completely and totally different. I had actually sat here staring at it thinking. Ok... I know 40 is to some considered to be old... but why are they asking me about being old.

I think that's one of the first signs of it, it being "oldness" (yes I know it's not a word, but this is my answer and if I so choose to make up words than I can and do reserve the right to do so). Anyway, I think one of the first signs of "oldness" is when you read things and see your age implied in them.

Today I read an article about them reintroducing the Commodore 64. The person who wrote the article talked about being 6 when the Commodore came out. I kind of grumbled, as I was 12. Well, actually, I more growled than grumbled, as grumbled indicates whiniassyness. Where growling is more of a pissedoffiness. I don't remember agreeing to this whole growing older thing. In fact, for years I had stayed steadily at the age of 30. Quite content with that number as it readily seemed to fit me. Old enough not to be a dumbass in my 20's and young enough to still get into certain aspects of trouble without being deemed too old. Grins, well you get the picture.

But here I stand at 40 and I have decided that I am not much in admiration of the number. It is rather an odd looking duck on the screen. It does not accurately reflect how I feel. So I think I shall abandon it. I am told every day that I do not look 40, that I carry myself much younger and that there is no way that I can be such an age. Personally, I think it was all those years drinking diet soda like water. I have preserved the body. Laughs...

So from this day forward, I shall be... fiddles with a variety of acronyms before landing upon one... I shall simply state that I am me. I am a FANN of who I am...Fantabulous Age of Nondescript Nature. That shall be my reply. I am not my age. I am the person who stands or in this case writes before you. I am crazy. I am loving. I am insecure. I am ferocious. I am laughable... I am frightening. I am amazing. I am creative. I am broadly spectacular in a rather understated way. Chuckles... when you figure that one out... then perhaps you will explain it to me... as it so readily fits me.

But I do digress. What is it the oldest thing I own? My wit, my creativity, and my sheer stubborn nature. My love for those who matter. My love for those who don't. My ire for things that are ever so wrong. My passion for things that are ever so right. Me... this broadly spectacular woman.