Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Excuse Me..."My Age is Showing"
How did over half a century fly by in such a seemingly short period of time and why does it also seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye?
My childhood was wonderful. My teens were awesome until my Mother died. My twenties were a self inflicted blur of stupidity.
I look in the mirror today and suddenly see a fifty one year old woman that could easily pass for fifty nine. (I try not to look in the mirror a lot)
Like a dummy I dropped out of college...and they didn't encourage me NOT to, actually I think they sent me a Thank you note.
I somehow stumbled along and was almost grown up by the time I hit thirty.
Had kids and enjoyed being a "Mommy." My kid's are all almost grown (in THEIR minds) and still call me "Mommy" when they have royally screwed up or want something they know they don't really deserve but would LOVE to have!
I can't complain.
I COULD, but who COULDN'T?
My only gripe is that getting old seems to kinda suck. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to still be gasping for breath after working like a demon all day and sawing corns off my pinkie toes at the end of a night.
It makes me feel young to still have something as cute sounding as "Pinkie Toes!"
I just seem to "Creak" more and sometimes need a few more pushes on the ole "Primer Pump" before I can get cranked up for my day.
I cut the front of our subdivision for the first time this year.
It turned into a two day job.
I mean it's not like the entrance to "South Fork" on the show "Dallas" but it WHIPPED MY BUTT...and it's just April for Pete's sake!
I am getting lazy in my old age.
I couldn't find any sunglasses around the house so I weed eated without shades. Crap flew into my eyes non stop for over a hour. I looked Asian because I was squinting so much. Got it done though!
Didn't cut the weed eater line off shorter than the guard after running out of line (and time) and it flew off and popped me a good one on the chin. Dang...yard work is giving me battle scars now.
It takes away from the wrinkles on my face so at least it's a win/win situation.
Dang...that's kinda sad too!
I gotta get more money for this gig.
Can you imagine that scenario in July when it is over 100 degrees and my hot flashes are working overtime ..."Dang Meno-cause, not helping either!"
So now I am approaching being called "Senior" again. It seemed a lot more fun in high school... It was ALWAYS cool to be called a "Senior" then!
Til next time...knowing one day I'll be the one to have that really cool walker with a basket , horn , tassells and different colored tennis balls on each front leg and be the one EVERBODY talks about among the ones that can remember.
As always, click on photos to enlarge (my flaws)