Friday, June 3, 2011

Pardon Me?

No reason for this. Just savor the cuteness of them watching TV.
It's early morning. Way early morning. 4:30 in the early morning.

Before you feel sorry for me, know this; I was in bed at 8:00 last night.

How old am I?

I blame it on the mysterious illness that has felled everyone I work with; one by one. I am resolute that I will not be one of them, but yesterday back in the cave, (my office at work - office being a very loose euphemism) long about 4 or 4:30 my large noggin' was nodding and bouncing. Feeling woozy and SO TIRED and just a tad ick. I nearly nearly called Pup to come rescue me, but cooler heads prevailed (although I was vacillating between hot and cold in rapid succession).
I slept like this. Really.
So now after eight glorious hours of sleep I'm up, drinking my coffee and reading my neglected blogs.

I've been on a bit of a blog-vacuum of late. Nothing will be dislodged out of the oft mentioned hugely huge noggin'. There just isn't anything in there.

Well, that's not true. Plenty is in there, but believe me, it should only stay there.

Like this:

I had my yearly last week where the woman giving me my exam was confounded at the year of my birth. Saying a few different times how I look marvelous and have great hair and look 'so young'! Even though I'm a chubby f-er right now (maybe forever) and not feeling so hot. Not hot. Even though a client for the Tumbler was following me around like a puppy yesterday. Kinda. I know that look. I was relieved to see that the look isn't only a dim memory. Ha!

Now - cut to the next day. I'm shopping and bring my purchases to the young un at the check out.

"Would you like the senior discount"? she asks.

I stare at her.

Me?? Is she talking to me? Me of the lustrous hair (chemically enhanced as it is) and youngness dripping off of me like a Dairy Queen dip cone?

So, my smugness lasted about 24 hours. Gotta keep it real.

I told this story to both of my daughters and the younger one stated, "Oh yes mom, you're aging well."

Holy hannah. That was another anchor-moment. Aging? Oh dear!

Now why would that word bug me? Not sure about that.

I don't think it bothers me. Getting older that is. But I'm as vain as the next woman. I color my hair and consider other procedures (so far consideration is as far as I've gotten).

My age is good! I like having my life experience behind me AND in front of me. Nothing wrong with that.
Meanwhile, I have a sweet husband that got me this lovely piece of perfection for my birthday month (which is also our anniversary month so it's a double present - the best).

Isn't he awesome? I have to mention that he did this totally unaided by me (for real!). He simply overheard a conversation I was having with his niece and actually remembered the NAME of the bag! He REMEMBERED! Most of the time I don't think he's listening at all.
Here's the next thing I want to 'mention' in a conversation. Do you think I'll get it?

But seriously, how fun would this car be? I want it like I want good coffee. And good sex.

So impractical, but so fucking cute!


Anonymous said...

Love this post.... and we ALL want impractical from time to time, well... most of the time. We have always had at least one species of large dog in the family so totally impractical would that car full of cuteness be for me.

He actually made mental note of the name of the bag? *falls off chair and faints*. Good god... he's a keeper for sure!


The Empress said...

I love stream of consciousness posts.

It's like sitting across from you and sharing a cup of coffee.

Really good coffee.

You're Lucky I Don't Have a Gun... said...

for not having anything to share, i really liked this entry!

the person at the checkout counter- it was a probably a kid, right? everyone knows kids are dumb. i would go stick with the doctor's point of view on how great you look, afterall, she IS a medical professional.

Ms. A said...

I hope you're not planning for good sex, in THAT car!

So. Cal. Gal said...

Haha! You got up an hour after I went to bed.

I love when men listen! Sometimes. Like when I told my guy, "I don't kiss on the first date" then I attacked him. He likes to bring that one up a LOT. ; )

And that car is cute! But probably not when it's -20 degrees outside.

J.J. in L.A. said...

Cute kitties and love the bag!

Sarah said...

I'll jump on the bandwagon to help you get that car from Pup!

Karen said...

It's adorable!!! Why the h*ll not?? I say, go for it.

Karen said...

Oh, the bag rememberance?... holy WOW. Keep that one around.

Tinfoils Tiaras said...

Your kitties are so cute watching tv together! I hear ya about early nights- I'm about to hit the sack myself, and I'm not even sick! I love the purse your hubby bought you- very elegant! You;re not alone, I'm 23 and already terrified of aging- I think it's a woman thing!

deb-oh-rah said...

I have always had people tell me that I look about 10 years younger than my age, which is always good to hear.

My 47th b'day, for some reason was a number that I dreaded, mad as hell, sickening heart-heavy, twilight-zone disbelief. But I tried to be happy and make the best of the evening.

And a woman I didn't know, in her 30s, told me that I looked really nice for a woman "my age". I was dumbstruck! The rest of the evening was a haze, I couln't think about anything else.

Years later, I throw out any AARP promotions, do not ask for the discounts-I don't care how much I would save-and generally don't tell anyone my real age. As Katherine Hepburn and Cher both said about aging -- what's good about it?

Yeah, yeah, I know -- consider the alternative. But I'm not Pollyanna and can't play the Glad Game.