I almost feel as though I should be saying something profound as I look at "the event" tomorrow. I am turning 62 and officially become a senior citizen. What does that even mean? I will get to go to the university for free, sure, and I already get the senior citizen discount on senior Wednesday at Kroger. It used to mean a tad of respect because the older you got, the more wisdom you obtained. In today's society, in the US, you're lucky if your not chastised as the old geezer, who should not be allowed to drive her car anymore, I know because now and then I complain about the granny in front of me slowing down the traffic. Now that I am celebrating my 62nd birthday, tomorrow, I am thinking how I viewed "the elderly" and wondering how I even made it into their ranks! I am actually not unhappy about the occasion, I thought I would be devastated, and I have a little touch of pride that I made it, almost in one piece, yes I have lost a few over the years. And the hair, not quite white but a combo of white, silver and steel. I hope a little of that steel made it into my back, to make me stand a little prouder of some of the things I have accomplished, even when I cannot take total credit. There are three accomplishments of which I am the most proud, their names are Jerry Owens, Jeff Owens, and Katina Kouis, my children. They are not great individuals because I was a great mother, they are great individuals because they are themselves and true to themselves at all times. I have a husband, Stephen, who usually stands beside me, my equal, but now and then stands behind me to give a push onward, or in front of me to pull me forward. I don't have hundreds of friends, but those I have make me rich beyond measure. All in all, I have nothing profound to say, but I must say thank you, I am happy to have my family, my friends and the life with which I have been blessed.