Snap out of it, I say, snap out of it.
Oh, I see a gray. No, it's just a highlight......phew......not ready for the grays.
I do like the 'ahhh nat-u-ral' that my hair has again and the chestnut highlights are great.
So, what's wrong with this picture???? Ahh, it's that double chin and the sagging neck. I'm looking more and more like a chicken. Hmmmm. I suppose my vanity could allow me to get a 'lift', but, to me, that is not acceptable. " I is who I is. "
I need to accept what the Lord has dealt me and 'be happy'....not so bad, I guess, for an old
broad such as I.
This brings the question, why are some of us SO obsesses with the way we look or is it with Who we are or have become? Good grief, it's not like I am disfigured from some horrible accident...after all, I am healthy and I am still here...shame on me. Shame, shame on me for wishing to still have the taut, lovely skin of a teenager. I certainly do not Wish to Be a teenager again. Dear Me...that would be the worse fate of all. I hated my teen years.
In all honesty, tho, I sure would not mind being 28- 31 again. Talk about vanity. I was in the best shape of my life. I had the best times of my life and I met my dear sweet Willy. My kids were finding their personalities and were happy little campers. I finally had a job I loved. We loved, laughed, and danced often.
Life was good.
Wow, don't get me wrong. Life is wonderful now, just a bit more, well, a lot more complicated.
Forgive my venting but I guess that's what you get for enjoying my disgust with myself at this moment. I warned all who visit that I am a family gal with family goings-ons, so once in awhile you get to slap me with a big....stop it and move on...
What's really wrong, is I hate the system. I hate the stereotype world we live in so I crawl into my little shell, well, big shell, and stew until I blow. Could be good, could be bad...patience has never been one of my favorable attributes...and for now, I need Lots of Patience.
I got a bit off track again...wasn't I being all vain and full of self pity? Wham!!! I'm over my big bad self...
Man, is she ever pouting....But she's fine
Blessings Be Yours
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Hey... we all get to vent and pout... that's just the way it is! Thanks for sharing!!! {smile smile} Some days I don't even want to get out of bed and deal with it; I KNOW what you're feeling ~ but we are all a bunch of Tigger's and we bounce back. I can certainly attest to your feelings of how our bodies seem to have 'let us down'. Hey.. you're in a heck of a lot better shape than me.... if that makes you feel any better. Ahhh... Dar Sue... what to do ... what to do... I know you're fine and this is just a slump ~ and it too shall pass. Hang in there!!! as I am too!!! Love ya... Hugs from the other side of the river.
Ok Girls, we could all get together for a "pity party" but I would rather bake Christmas cookies! I believe all our "gray days" have caught up to us, both weather-wise and hair-wise. But behind the clouds ~ the sun still shines. Hang in there! Love from across the state line!
You echo my thoughts my Dear... Many times I think 'Oh to be 28-35 again'... but alas that can never be. ~~sigh~~
I think your post is more of a forelorn ponder of days of yore. We all have them days.
So, Vent, pout or ponder away, my friend, I think it's good to let it all out once in awhile.
I'm sending positive thoughts for you to be back to your perky self soon. (((hugs)))
Thanks all...I WILL get through this slump...
It just that this one IS a meaner one...
Thanks for all your prayers...
That's what keeps me going...
To be truthful, I AM grateful for a good life...
But, we all need those warm arms around us...
Once in awhile...
As for my hair, my age, my sagging, I used as a way to try to get beyond these troubling times
Thanks for your ((hugs)), thoughts and prayers
Blessings Be Yours
Merry Christmas To My Female Friends
If I were ol' Santa, you know what I'd do
I'd dump silly gifts that are given to you
And deliver some things just inside your front door
Things you have lost, but treasured before.
I'd give you back all your maidenly vigor,
And to go along with it, a neat tiny figure.
Then restore the old color that once graced your hair
Before rinses and bleaches took residence there.
I'd bring back the shape with which you were gifted
So things now suspended need not be uplifted.
I'd draw in your tummy and smooth down your back
Till you'd be a dream in those tight fitting slacks.
I'd remove all your wrinkles and leave only one chin
So you wouldn't spend hours rubbing grease on your skin
You'd never have flashes or queer dizzy spells
And you wouldn't hear noises like ringing of bells.
No sore aching feet and no corns on your toes
No searching for spectacles when they're right on your nose.
Not a shot would you take in your arm, hip or fanny
From a doctor who thinks you're a nervous old granny.
You'd never have a headache, so no pills would you take.
And no heating pad needed since your muscles won't ache.
Yes, if I were Santa, you'd never look stupid
You'd be a cute little chick with the romance of a cupid.
I'd give a lift to your heart when those wolves start to whistle
And the joys of your heart would be light as a thistle.
But alas! I'm not Santa. I'm simply just me
The matronest of matrons you ever did see.
I wish I could tell you all the symptoms I've got
But I'm due at my doctor's for an estrogen shot.
Even though we've grown older this wish is sincere
Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year.
A friend at work sent this to me this morning,
seemed liked you could use this!
Love to all of you-
Oh lil' Sis ~ what a great fitting poem for us old hens! Thanks for sharing.
So timely lil sis...thanks for the chuckle...
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