Happy 51 to me

Last week I turned 51. I was thinking I could say I’m officially over the hill except I just Googled what age is considered “over the hill” and it said 40. I think Google needs a new definition of hill.40 is like a mound, at best. In any case, I’m definitely officially over the hill.…

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I know it sounds cliché but I’m having a hard time grasping that in matter of hours it will be the year 2020. Where are the flying cars? Where is my robot maid? Sure, I carry a tiny computer in my purse that connects me to anyone anywhere (although rarely by voice), instantly answers any…

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Seriously. Fill ‘er up, folks.  Why is today’s cougar-pour different from, say, yesterday’s cougar-pour you ask? Today I am 49. Shit’s getting real, folks. It’s only 365 days until I’m officially a grown up. I mean, I’m assuming. To be honest, I’m still shook when I verbalize my age — and have been since about…

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On March 2nd, 2012, I hit “publish” on this post, and justlikethat set into motion a six-year adventure that has resulted in 566 expositions detailing my life, my family, my opinions, my reactions, my observations, and, naturally, my favorites. The blog looked a lot different six years ago. So did my girls, who for years…

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I’m not ashamed about aging. In fact, I make it a point to celebrate it every March. And by celebrate it I mean bemoan the fact and complain about neck wrinkles and failing eyesight and a horrifying intolerance to drinking after 10 p.m. before doing a quick 180 and offering up gratefulness for all of the…

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According to my iCloud calendar and about 63 friends on Facebook — not to mention Facebook itself (thank you, Zuck) — today is my birthday. Again. Seriously you guys,  I swear it was just my birthday like last week, which may or may not have to do with the fact that I seem to find…

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If you read the blog it’s no secret that for the past few years I’ve been in a major battle with aging, and it’s been ugly. Not so much the battle (because I’m a gracious loser), but the sags, bags, and wrinkles that make me literally gasp each morning when I see myself in the…

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Last week was my birthday. For those (16) of you who’ve been hanging around here since the beginning, you’ve helped me through the last four of them. Sure, maybe we haven’t been together in person, but since I started this blog it’s been a form of therapy for me, and when you pass a *cough*…

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Tomorrow I get have to play dress-up. I use the word “play” because I never dress up. In fact, the last time I wore a dress that you couldn’t wear flip-flops with and wasn’t purchased in the juniors section of Target was at this very same function a year ago. My life isn’t glamorous, ya’ll. I realize…

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Want to know the last time I slept like a baby? As of a few weeks ago, almost every night for the past year and a half. Before you congratulate me, I don’t mean that in a good way. Babies don’t sleep. At least mine didn’t. I don’t know what your experiences were, but mine were…

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