Ahead of Myself

Yeah Yeah I know. It's not even Thanksgiving and I've got the Christmas blog up. Well, I've been super busy and I thought I'd get ahead of myself...guess it's better than being besides myself...lol

Anywho, I've sold some of my creations at a local Flea Market and I did quite good. I sold about 1/2 of what I made and met a bunch of good people. But more importantly, someone likes my stuff which is a huge ego booster. Thinking about doing it again...we'll see.

Raquel is coming down for a few days and I hope to actually see her. She's got hefty plans when she's here so let's hope we can actually visit, which brings me to Thanksgiving. I want to wish you all a very happy and stuffed free day. Enjoy your family and think about what you are thankful for.

Me? I'm thankful for a wonderful husband, two kind and intelligent daughters, three wacky squirrely grandsons, a plethora of great family members and friends who will always be there for me...

OH! and I'm thankful for another B~day on Friday...don't ask how old I am....I lost track in the 70's.

I'm Just Sayin'

Geography 101

Diva Mom over at Act II had this on her blog the other day and I thought it was the funniest thing. Which one are you?

Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa .
Half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful!

Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe .
Well-developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value.

Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain .
Very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.

Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece .
Gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.

Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain .
With a glorious and all conquering past.

Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel .
Has been through war, doesn't make the same mistakes twice, takes care of business.

Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada .
Self-preserving, but open to meeting new people.

After 70, she becomes Tibet .
Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge.

THE GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN

Between 1 and 80, a man is like Iran .
Ruled by nuts.

Beach Bunny

Not sure how guys feel about shopping for swim trunks or if they even care. I guess as long as the mesh inside holds down the fort and the waist band can expand while slinging back Margaritas, it should suffice. But us women folk...HELL NO! It's no secret that I am a beach bunny and that I spend a lot of time at the beach or swimming laps at the local community center in the summer, so being in a bathing suit is not new to me. Having been a plus size gal, my attitude has always been, there's always someone who looks worst than me....and there usually is. Yeah, there was always a little more jiggle and a lot more buoyancy than others but it never stopped me from going out and buying a couple of new suits per year...I need two because I always wear one out.

So, it's that time again where the bathing suits are out (don't know why...it's Spring) and I wanted to see what's out there before they were all gone and I'm forced to wear a gunny sack. Having lost weight lately, I had no idea what size to try on. All my clothes are big on me and I'm too cheap to run out and buy a whole new wardrobe, knowing or rather hoping or perhaps wishing I'd lose more. Needless to say, I am now wearing two sizes down from last year, but that's not the shocking part...Oh No, it gets better. Because I've lost weight, my bum if full of wrinkles or at least I think that's what that is. When your a full figure gal the skin is somewhat tight and OK looking, but now, my ass looks like a freakin' Shar pei dog...you know the type, face and body full of wrinkles and crevasses....lol I got an crevasse ass. So instead of me asking my husband if my bum looks fat in this thing, I should probably ask him, " what breed of dog does my ass look like?" Cellulite, wrinkles and crevasses will not stop me from enjoying myself but, DAMN!!, can't a girl get a break? I'm just sayin'

Age...the dictator

It dawned on me the other night, while sitting in a restaurant scanning the menu and searching for things that I could digest that wouldn't upset my stomach....that my age is dictating my every move. Yes, it's come to this...where I have to time my eating habits with the time of day. For instance...no garlic, onions, dairy, caffeine, beef or any heavy meals after 6:30ish. If I do there is a price I have to pay and it's not pretty. Which leads me to this next topic. While trying to pick the right formula off the menu, I need my reading glasses. Holding the menu up to the hanging light above the table or asking Eric "what does this say?" just doesn't cut it anymore. And I've taken a whole new approach to shopping too. I just hang my little readers from my clothing so that if need be, I can just reach for them...kinda like a six shooter but instead of reaching from the hip...I reach for the bosom from which they hang...the readers that is.

Now that I've reach the 50 mark..Oh, OK...past the 50 mark, there are certain body parts that demand our attention . Certain tests can only be taken when the magic number comes up...50, it's like Vegas, all the bells and whistles go off. It seems that not only do our outside gets old but our insides do too, so we are now subject to pricks, jabs, insertions , squeezing, pamphlets and brochures with pictures of very happy seniors on them.

Activities? Sure I'm active...even more so than before except I don't do Aerobics, run, play a sport that involves the above or participate in any contact sport. You see, these activities are not so good on knees, backs and shoulders...all of which I have problems with which is why I swim, do water aerobics,yoga and walk. Thank God not one of these activities needs reading glasses.

How 'bout the stuff you can't see...like Hormones. Oh I know their there, just not all the time and when they do show up I think they go get their buddies and play street hockey in my head because honestly, it seems that where they show up the most...in my head. I can see crying once in a while and at appropriate times but every freakin' day? I'm sorry...no one has that many Kodak moments in their lives.

Sex...yeah, I got your attention now huh? You know your older when you have to stretch a little in anticipation AND sometimes during and perhaps after too. I just tell Eric it's a new move...hey! at least I'm moving!

So my point being that everyone has to fine tune their lives and their daily routine just so we can adjust to our getting older. And when I'm 80 years old, I just hope I can still find the humor in it...some one have a camera ready cuz it'll probably be a Kodak moment...I'm just sayin'