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Time Marches On…………..Your Face

Friday, April 17th, 2009

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I personally……………….
have nothing against plastic surgery.

I have nothing against botox.
I have nothing against peels, tucks and lifts.

BUT I personally would never have a face lift, or do anything to remove my deep crevices etched on every square inch of my face wrinkles.

I have earned each and every one. They are my multitude of badges of courage.
The wrinkles on the right side of my face are attributed to my son throughout his growing years,
and
the wrinkles on the left side of my face……………. my daughter…
And
the wrinkles down the middle are from too many husbands (oh, yeah).

If I did anything to remove these wrinkles, and ended up with a young, smooth face………..everyone would think I had an easy pampered life.

And I so want everyone to know………..
(Along with all the good times and blessings I have known……………….)

My life has been rough, so very tough, falling apart at times, childrens teenage years hell, divorce disasters, weight nightmares, poor as dirt dilemmas, lonely anguish, adversity, career pressures, cancer nightmare, worry, loss of loved ones, tragedy……………….

And every one of those moments are proudly displayed as proof of survival.

Especially when I smile…………………………

Just in case you didn’t know…………………

_____

Retire or Really Tired

Friday, April 10th, 2009

retirement

It seems everyone I know is starting to retire………………..I have been to three  retirement parties in the last month. 

 

There comes a time in everyone’s life where the same things are going to happen to everyone…….depending where you are in the grand scheme of things……………

 

People will get married (a time or two)

People will have children or pets (pick your poison)

People will work for 100 years (at least)

People will retire (do what, tinkerbell?)

 

I am at the 100 year mark.  I really don’t see any retirement in my near future.  I think I was supposed to plan for this…………………………..but, NO, not me…………..No, selfish (single mom) Zelee blew all her money on her home, children, food and clothing……

Where was my head??

 

Mentally, I would have no problem retiring.  I could very easily wrap my head around sleeping in until 10:00am every morning, religiously watching the news to see what give away I am entitled to, planning my life around doctor appointments instead of meetings, even looking forward to bus trips (bingo hall here I come!).

 

So congratulations to all of you that took the plunge and jumped into a world where everyday is Saturday!

 

I see my retirement as dropping over dead in my office, and they will drag me out by my ankles.

 

I can only hope I don’t wear a skirt that day…………………………….

 

Who Took My Life & What Did You Do With It?

Monday, April 6th, 2009
 time
It really amazes me how quick time flies by!

 I remember my mother telling me “Don’t wish your life away”

Now, what did she know…………………….

Because to be 16 meant you could drive! You know, in a hot looking convertible with the top down, wind blowing thru my hair, and the Beach boys singing directly to me!

Because to be 18 meant you were done with high school and would be partying in college! No more parents/rules/regulations!

Because to be 21 meant…………….you could legally drink alcohol. Not that you did it underage………..

Because to be 30 meant you were happily married with the most well behaved children on the face of the earth.

Because to be 40 meant your career was set and your life direction was firmly in place. Confidence oozed from every pore…………….

Because to be 50 meant your children were grown and gone. They were successful, financially stable, and they were having the most well behaved grandchildren on the face of the earth. You were looking longingly to retirement with your spouse, your life partner and best friend!

Because to be 57 meant asking yourself……………..

“Where the hell did I go wrong?”
  

 

Says It All

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

I am not a person that like to wear tops with cute little sayings written across my chest.  But sometimes a piece of clothing comes along that just says it all………………and no matter how many times it’s been thrown in the trash, I always pull it out.  Because I know deep down there is still some life left to be sucked out of it!

 And this ragged, stained, excuse me I look like a bag lady sweatshirt…………

sweatshirt

  • Becomes your favorite…you assume it MUST be your favorite because there are 52,347 pictures of you in it.
  • Brings a smile to your face everytime you wear it…..because you know it will embarass your children.
  • It reminds you of your youth….when the sweatshirt and not your hair was white in color.
  • It was worn all through your childrens growing up years……..because you couldn’t fit into anything else after giving birth…………..you just wore it until you lost that weight………..(OK, so I’m still wearing the damn sweatshirt).
  • It tells a story to everyone you meet……….especially those that are checking out your boobs.
  • It keeps you warm…….something had to, being single and all.
  • It makes others smile….HEY! look at that stupid, stained, bag lady sweatshirt that ditzy broad is wearing.

 When you think about it, Sweatshirt, you have hung around longer than any of my husbands………………

So………….nothing but the best for YOU!

Vanilla/Lavender fabric softener………………..
Maybe even two capfuls……………………………