I’ve been a little annoyed this week mostly because I’ve been faithfully watching the best show ever created on television (“Friday Night Lights”) and Tim Riggins has only been on this season for about 20 seconds.
Why do they have him hidden away in jail? Of course I appreciate the plethora of scenes with the adorably grumpy Coach Taylor. But I just miss that hottie Riggins and his sweaty, wet, greasy, stringy locks.
But anyway, that’s not the only thing that has got me a bit ruffled.
I was at the doctor’s last week and I happened to glance at some of my medical paperwork.
And I saw something very very disturbing.
Name: Kelcey Kintner
How could they put that? Why do they have to be so… MEAN. Putting it down on paper and all. Couldn’t they just write very very very late thirties?
40 IS my age. So quite possibly it’s not really their fault. I just can’t believe that I am almost 50. Okay, not for another nine plus years. But still.
Now and then I’ll read a blog where someone really embraces their forties. And I keep waiting to feel that way – bold and empowered and sassy. And sometimes I start to feel empowered but then I notice that my once very cute ass now seems to have shifted to my stomach and that makes me feel less powerful.
Someone recently suggested I could lie about my age. Tell everyone I’m older than I am. Because I’m not too modest to admit that I’d be rocking the sh*t out of 65. But I’d have to find a lot of seniors to befriend to make it believable. So much small talk and I don’t even know how to play mahjong.
I could make the twins’ first birthday party an injectables party. In lieu of gifts, everyone could bring botox to share. So much better than asking guests to donate to some non-profit that really helps people. We’d be helping ourselves instead!
This is not the first time I’ve expressed my displeasure with the aging process. I try to remember gratitude. I’m certainly grateful to be alive (because being dead seems really boring with a lot less candy). And I KNOW in ten years, I’ll look back on photos of myself now and think, “Wow. Who’s that sprightly young lady?!”
But what probably makes me feel the best is that one of my favorite women in the whole world is 44 years-old. The smart, gorgeous and fabulous Tami Taylor….
She is my role model. Please don’t point out that she is a fictional character. You will devastate me.
mama bird notes:
If you missed my PIX11 morning show appearance, just click here and scroll to the bottom of the post to see the video.