2010 marks the end of my 30's. A decade that I'm going to miss terribly. I loved turning Thirty. My Twenties were so drama drama. I had a mid twenties crisis and turning Thirty closed the chapter on all that ugly stuff. Don't get me wrong - Thirty something brought on new challenges but I loved each one of them. Now as I exit one decade and enter a new one I feel as though I should take stock - set some goals - set some limits on do's and don'ts! I want to chronicle some of the things that begin happening as you approach your Forties. So far I have noticed these ever so slight changes....
I have Gray Hair coming in. Not the flowie sweeping type either. All crazy Einsteinish. I can only imagine what it will look like when I have a full head of gray hair. Pink puffy Curlers are in my future.
I make groaning noises when I have to pick something up. Secretly I wonder what will happen to me if I fall down the stairs at this age. Because it hurts to walk in heals now. I walk as though I need to poop really bad.
Is it God's little joke to French Canadian women to have hair sprout out in places that it shouldn't. Its not funny GOD!
Naps are really beneficial to my mood and over all attitude.
Your metabolism comes to a screeching halt sometime around the age of 35 but you don't "really" notice it until 39 and you think....seriously??
Everything and I MEAN EVERYTHING gives you gas....Fennis is not just for Men.
I love the History channel. Why exactly do I find this entertaining? Had I focused in School I would already know this stuff. And I dont even get graded for it! No test NOTHING and yet there I sit in awe of it all. I are a D-U-M-M-ME
You begin to dust more often and realize that you keep your house just like your grandmother. Do you think your grandmother played Fennis with her friends for fun?
Thats just to name a few - But over the coming months I will be submitting My LIST. I've got less than a year ~ this should be interesting.
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