Thirty-Two Plus a Few, Thirty-Four Plus some More

Do I enjoy growing old or do I fight against it?Yes.There are things to dislike about growing old.Duh. Of course there are things to dislike about growing old. The list is long! There are the dreaded wrinkles and sags. Our bodies begin to creak and groan. Things begin to grow in weird places. Hormones can get whacky. We don’t recover as quickly as we used to or have the same amount of energy we once did. We have far more responsibilities than we did in our younger years. Some days we feel old and tired....more

Forever Young

NaBloPoMo, Friday, November 14Do you enjoy growing old or do you fight against it?...more

Growing Up, Growing Older

Happy Friday!  I seem to be ahead of the game (in my head) on the whole blogging thing this week.  Therefore I'm going to participate in 5 on Friday and Oh, Hey Friday! again this week.  And hope that I can eke out some time to check out some of the other fantastic posts! ...more

Dear Life, Bring It On!

Today I will be using Blogher’s writing prompt, “Do you enjoy growing old or do you fight against it?” as my subject matter for this post.  Originally I had planned on sharing my Sausage and Gouda Stuffed Poblano recipe, but I guess that will just have to wait until some other time.  Stay tuned though if that sounds tasty to you (Ohh, and it is).I decided a couple days ago to use this subject for my post because it’s one that actually strikes a chord with me lately....more

Wait. A. Minute.

My parents were young when I was born - 20 and 22.  My dad, in particular, looks decades younger than he is, and my sister and and I were fortunate to inherit those genes. I am now 41, and have no children.  I still feel like I just recently graduated from high school, and I think maybe not having kids allows me to maintain my youthful outlook.  I have never had to be responsible for someone's life and learning, their mature foothold on the world, telling them what to do and teaching them right from wrong. ...more

Time makes you bolder...

“How are you holding up,” my friend asked me a year ago today.“Fine!” I answered with forced enthusiasm.She didn’t say a word but raised her eyebrows, questioning my answer.“I’m fine,” I repeated.  “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked as my mind raced.  Truth be told,  I was beyond stressed, overwhelmed and quite irritable....more

I Thought I Was All Growed Up, Until I Hit My Second Childhood

I really thought I was All Growed Up until I hit my second childhood. I don't have enough fingers to hold up and show how old I am, but I'm in my sixth decade. A year and a half into it, and that is long enough to confer expert status. If it was just, say, six months, that would be an internship. But a year and a half is real experience at being in my sixties, and any job recruiter would accept it. I'd spin it anyway, get the job, and fuddle my way through questions about Midlife....more

As Jelly Beans Through the Hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives

 This morning I watched this video. Oof.  I have been very aware, particularly since my last birthday, that time grows ever shorter, that there are now more jelly beans in the bottom of my hourglass than in the top. My brain knows this. My heart knows this. My body sometimes takes great glee in reminding me.  ...more

I smell like an old person. Why do I feel like I should be apologizing for that?

To put this post into context, here’s a conversation between my boyfriend and I (uncensored because what fun would that be) …Me: I think I have kneecap cancer.Greg: Yup.Me: What do you mean “yup”. This could be SERIOUS.Greg: Just like your eyeball cancer, lip cancer, and pinkie toe cancer, this too will pass. Do you even listen to yourself?Me: Why would I listen to myself? That would be like talking to myself. Everybody knows that only creepy people talk to themselves.Greg: Yup....more

Rage Against Aging: Are We Really That Ugly?

I am a recovered bulimic. I still freak the fuck out about my body.  I still feel fat most of the time.  I still can’t eat like a ‘normal’ person and I’m pretty sure I’m hideously disgusting 30% of the time.  This has been going on since my early 20s and has gotten much better with age, but with age comes a whole new set of reasons to freak the fuck out....more