Things aren’t always as they seem…
21 Feb 2009 3 Comments
… Then your eyes open and it packs quite a sharp punch in the nose.
From the age of 25 I felt the old age coming on and just didn’t want to get old. Always felt too young to be old. I was horribly offended when at the age of 25 a dude guessed my age to be 28.
Ooohhhh to be 28 again… I wish.
I got married at the age of 20, divorced at the age of 30. I then experienced the twenties, I missed, in the first few years of my thirties. I was single and legal and knew more than most twenty year olds. Needless to say I had fun and all the while I was still being the responsible single Mom. I knew that to properly take care of Mini Red and be a good Mom I had to take care of myself. I wanted her to see that she still has to take care of herself like Mommy did.
All the while I still felt like a young’un even though I knew I wasn’t. When I’d look in the mirror the person looking back didn’t look familiar. As a teenager I was fugly and by the time I graduated High School things were definitely changing for me. The divorce agreed with me too and I stepped it up a notch and dressed a helluva lot better. Just ask Sis. So when I was first divorced the person I expected to see in the mirror was that fugly chick and that wasn’t what I saw at all. It took some getting used to for the mental to meet up with the physical.
So as I moved along in my thirties I’ve had clues that I’m getting older and although many have heard me say something about being old I still felt young and felt I looked young too. Last year I turned 40 and I was not happy, as some of you may have read. People tend to say I don’t look 40 and I agree and love to hear that. I still feel like I’m about mid to late 20’s but my wrinkles say otherwise.
So last week I was in Vegas and hung out with others much younger than I. I arrived in Vegas tired after two months of craziness including the holidays, family, sickness and the biggie… Moving. I had only been in the house two weeks and left it in disarray to head to Vegas. I just didn’t feel I could keep up although one night I didn’t get home until six the next morning.
As I think about the events of last week and the fun as well as the stoopid things I did as I was hanging out with young’uns I made a HUGE realization. I am soooo old! I may have said I was old and felt old before but not really because I felt I defied it yet I haven’t. I was fooling myself and I’m just this older chick. When I was a little girl I remember Mom had a few single female friends and they had that divorcee air about them. I now realize that is me and even the clothes I wear. I’m not as young and hip as I thought I was.
Don’t get me wrong this isn’t a woe is me post it’s just another step in realizing who I am. Sometimes we experience growing pains and this one is definitely painful but I’m coming to terms with it and I really don’t want it to keep me down. There is too much that I haven’t experienced yet. Now I just need to pull it all together and get it all done because time is flying by way too fast and I have a lot to do.
Disgusting!
18 Feb 2009 2 Comments
in commercials
Mini Red and I were stunned to see this commercial:
Does what happens in Vegas really stay there? My purse did!
16 Feb 2009 4 Comments
in Travel
Here a brief pictorial about my last week:
Where I stayed:
Starting off right with a cigar on the first day:
The girls ready for the first night out:
A View of The Strip from Caesars:
My first celebrity sighting of Monday night. I even got his digits but they were stolen with my purse later that evening.
At club XS I was occupied on the dance floor by a hot young’un when my purse got stolen.
Skip to later in the week where I posed on a motorcycle outside of the Harley Davidson Restaurant:
Even made a trip by the Hard Rock Hotel to take a peek at Rehab, which is under construction:
Rode a roller coaster at New York New York:
The view from my room the morning I left:
Vegas had it’s ups and downs but for some reason I was loaded with downs. To then come home to have to clean it all up and be riddled with more crap.
One of the big ups was to come home Saturday afternoon after my errands, such as getting a new drivers license, to find beautiful flowers on my doorstep. You know who you are and thank you very much!
