Tuesday, September 12, 2006


I just turned 47 and I love it! I have been looking forward to turning 50 since I turned 40. On the light side, everything I say is chalked up to “wisdom” (for being “old”) or menopause (everyone is afraid to respond to what I say because I am hormonal). Either way I love my age. I love being a woman. I love the gracefulness, the freedom, and the ability to do whatever I want without having someone to answer to ( although, my children now think it is their job to instruct me on how to take care on myself).

There was a song in the 70’s, sung by Helen Reddy, “I am Woman”, well honey, I am woman, hear me roar. As I get older I have learned to appreciate the finer things in life. I know, you’ve heard that before, but I am talking about embracing my age, my body (even though parts of me have move south, but modern technology has created contraptions to help move things back up north), the ability to piss people off and not worry about it (not that that’s my main objective).

For my 47th birthday, my oldest daughter gave me a book titled “I Feel Bad About My Neck” and it is written by a women who is looking at growing old (in my opinion and everyone is entitled to one) like a head of lettuce that has wilted. My oldest gave it to me not because I am negative, but the book is funny. Many books that have been written about growing old, getting older, facing old age, etc… Most of them are written from personal experience or emotional trauma. I am going to write a book one day but it will not be about “growing old” it will be about ice cream (I love ice cream).

To me growing old is like ice cream, in order for ice cream to be good, it has to go through a process. In the beginning all you have are a bunch of ingredients. They are not ice cream until they are “churned” This process produces the most comforting substance. When the cover is removed, the aroma is hits you in the face and has the ability to evoke childhood memories and is smooth and creamy (with the exception of adding nuts or some other crunchy item). Such is a woman who had gone through life and survived, not only survived but survived with a zest for life.

I could go on, but you will have to read my book when it is ready.