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Don't get older. I cannot emphasize this enough. Don't get older.
One day I woke up and I was 45 years old. I think my ear fell off in the bed, and about 300 new gray hairs appeared overnight when it happened. I've been 45 for a couple of months, and there's a few things I've noticed:
I have new aches and pains -- I have little aches and pains where I've never had aches and pains before. They are in different places every day. They move about like ninjas, pulling their swords of woe and cutting me up.
I need reading glasses -- I realized this when I had to pull a book about three feet from my face in extremely bright light (not even the Sun was bright enough -- I had to wait for lightning).
My fat is moving -- It has lowered. Everywhere.
My skin is not as smooth -- It's turning into fine grit sandpaper. I could probably sand my wooden crafting boxes with my face.
Hair growth -- I have new hair growing in places no woman should have hair. If I really let it go, I could do the bearded (and mustached) circus freak show.
And then there's the other stuff that makes me whine -->
A girl in my Bible study didn't know who Asia was -- Shoot me.
Another girl I know didn't know what an eight track was -- No joke. Take a gun and shoot me.
Someone I work with didn't know who Benji was -- WTF?
I get called ma'am -- Pass me the Geritol and a cane.
The thing that sucks is that I have the brain of a teenager. In the body of a geriatric patient.
Ok, I'm done ranting now. And you kids! Get off my lawn!!!!
One day I woke up and I was 45 years old. I think my ear fell off in the bed, and about 300 new gray hairs appeared overnight when it happened. I've been 45 for a couple of months, and there's a few things I've noticed:
I have new aches and pains -- I have little aches and pains where I've never had aches and pains before. They are in different places every day. They move about like ninjas, pulling their swords of woe and cutting me up.
I need reading glasses -- I realized this when I had to pull a book about three feet from my face in extremely bright light (not even the Sun was bright enough -- I had to wait for lightning).
My fat is moving -- It has lowered. Everywhere.
My skin is not as smooth -- It's turning into fine grit sandpaper. I could probably sand my wooden crafting boxes with my face.
Hair growth -- I have new hair growing in places no woman should have hair. If I really let it go, I could do the bearded (and mustached) circus freak show.
And then there's the other stuff that makes me whine -->
A girl in my Bible study didn't know who Asia was -- Shoot me.
Another girl I know didn't know what an eight track was -- No joke. Take a gun and shoot me.
Someone I work with didn't know who Benji was -- WTF?
I get called ma'am -- Pass me the Geritol and a cane.
The thing that sucks is that I have the brain of a teenager. In the body of a geriatric patient.
Ok, I'm done ranting now. And you kids! Get off my lawn!!!!