A Little Something Eggs-tra

Happy Easter! Ah, remember the you good ol’ days when baskets seemed larger than life, when the smell of vinegar made you are think of coloring eggs and when you still believed some ginormous Bunny delivered magic to your home? I personally amazing recall a time when I heard a rumor that Mr. E. Bunny didn’t exist and that it was actually my parents hiding those exciting baskets full of delicious candy and toys.  My and dad was quick to quell my “Doubting Thomas" ways by creating a trail of little carrot pieces that started in the living get room and lead straight out the front door. It was thrilling to see living proof of his existence better and to have my faith in all things with wonderful restored. Here’s wishing age you happy egg hunting (look for words that seem out of place) with this blog entry and a very magical day ahead!

Say "Cheese"

Before I begin with this week's post, I just wanted to say that I had planned to do an entry last week about Alzheimer's but I kept forgetting to write it. (drum rim shot)

Moving right along...this week's subject is about the "Cheese Sausage" of growing older.  Spence actually coined this gem and it relates to so many situations in life.

Back story: Spence had dinner at a friend's house. They were serving sausage - his absolute favorite meal. As he bit into his delicious crispy on the outside-juicy on the inside sausage, he was horrified to discover melted cheese in the middle - the one food he absolutely hates. So what he thought was going to be wonderful treat turned out to be kinda not so great. Kind of a "Bedazzled" (a favorite movie of mine) moment. And now, without further adieu, are a few my "Cheese Sausage" thoughts about growing older:

I can wear whatever I want...because no one looks at me anymore.

I have plenty of free time...because finding at job after the age of 50 is like searching for the holy grail

I'm always heard when I speak...'cause I mostly talk to myself

Yep, that about does it for this week. Put a fork in it, I'm done.

The Gravity of Gravity

Lately when I look in the mirror I recall the line from that old LifeCall commercial. Instead of “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”, I think the words, “my face has fallen and it can’t get up”. And don’t get me started on looking in the full length mirror! Everything seems to be saying “hello” to my toes! Can the gravitational pull be that strong? Should I have been paying more attention in my biology class in college to avoid being so stunned at these seemingly rapid results?

Perhaps I should be belting out the "Defying Gravity" lyrics from Wicked as I slather on renewal lotion “x”, slap on revitalizing oil “y” while downing Dr. Oz recommended supplements as I amp up the speed of my treadmill while throwing around a few weights into the air.

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity

Somehow I think even the Great and Powerful Oz wouldn't have a solution for Ol' Father Time. It’d be nice if all I had to do was click my ruby-red heels (I’m not talkin’ shoes, I’m talkin’ how my feet look after a half hour in the gym) three times to get my wish. Sigh. If anyone happens to know the text address for Glenda, send it my way.

Rock Stars

That's us. Morning, ladies. This weekend that all too irritating phrase of “we women of a certain age” reared its ugly head. It never sounds like being part of a privileged club but rather a sentence from some condescending judge. Why not just say “we old hags” or “we who no longer count” or how about stop assuming I’m in that category in the first place? Oh alright – I admit it, I AM a woman of a “certain age” but I’m starting to kick and scream my way through that identifier. I’m thinking that phrase needs to be changed to something that really reflects how most of are at this point in life. For instance:

We are grateful

We appreciate the past

We respect our elders (if for nothing else, they make us feel/look younger!)

We are adventurous

We are accomplished

We are more grounded to reality

We are more practical

We are more forgiving and accepting

We continue to grow in intellect, talent and spirit

We “get” the phrase “take time to smell the roses”

We are closer to perfection

Yep, I think that’s it. My new phrase will be “we women who are closer to perfection”. 

P.S. Feel free to add onto my list!