I am sitting precariously atop of "the hill". I arrived there this week. And I ask you to please not make any sudden movements, noise or carry on foolishly while I am teetering there. I wouldn't want to drop suddenly over the hill! My birthday, a fairly momentous one, has left me looking down from my high perch at all the young'ns, reminiscing of the carefree days of my youth. Although, to perfectly honest, I still feel like a "young adult" and I wonder when the hell am I going to feel like a grown up? I mean, I do have a pretty grown up life. I have a child. I have a house. I have a car. I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings. The shoes on my feet, I bought it. All the women who are independent, throw your hands up at me. Sorry, I got a bit carried away there. I had to represent for all us honey's who's makin money ... and again, carried away. Back to it... What do grown ups do, how do they feel? Cause this old gal sure doesn't feel l