It's my birthday…. a month ago

I am no longer 50 … I've jumped to the dark-side

   I'm officially IN my 50's

   Half a century… plus a little

   Over the hill!!!!!

Sophie & Grandma! (Sophie's the cute, bald one)

 
I have grey hair.
I add color to my hair to make those greys a little less … not grey
  But I'm NOT covering up that silver completely any more
(thank you Natalie)
I'm rockin' the grey people!

My face is now
   … let's just say it's not tight any more
It looks a little older cause, well, I am older.
  What? who said that?
Hold on - it' get's worse

I have a gut.
I don't mean I have "guts"
   like I'm brave or something.
I mean my stomach is pretending I'm pregnant when all y'all know that's an impossibility
Don't laugh… at least not to my face
My body just ain't what it used to be
          and well, here I stand
    on my self-proclaimed soap box of a blog to say,
I'm okay with that
    most of the time…

I am aging, that's the story.
I'm a grandma - this I love!!!

I wear glasses to type, to read and to knit.

Yep!  I knit and I love it.

I laugh really loud, maybe louder than ever before.
Because, you know what? I just don't care what my friends, children or even strangers think!
I cackle … wow I'm getting pretty transparent here
I think I even like my laugh now.
I used to burst out
     at very inappropriate times (used to??)
         and feel a little awkward.
Now I burst out, at very inappropriate times
          and feel awkward? not so much

contentment
It's good to feel contentment.
It's good to have a birthday, because well … that means I'm alive
   and right now I'm so grateful for Life!

Yay for birthdays (that last longer than a month)!
   Boo for clothes that don't fit …
(sorry - a little relapse)
Yay for gluten-free donuts (my life :-(!
Yay for laughing ... and cackling
Happy Birthday to me

Try screaming … it helps sometimes.

I broke my shoulder!
Yep … this 50-year-old body catapulted itself onto a sidewalk. It's like my feet and my legs were laughing at me saying, Nice try! You're 50 no matter what you think or say.

The irony is, I had recently posted a blog post entitled
when life doesn't do what it's supposed to ...
Seriously, who breaks their arm while running?
My shoulder, folks, slammed in to the sidewalk that my feet were supposed to be hitting.
It was like I flipped upside down or something.
If it didn't hurt so much it would have been one of those
crazy lady sitting on the sidewalk all bruised up, all by herself, laughing herself into a cackle-frenzy!
Instead it was,
crazy lady, sitting on the sidewalk, screaming for help, screaming in pain, screaming!

I have to say, I didn't realize that my reaction to sudden injury and extreme pain
(I birthed two children - without drugs)
is to scream loudly.
Not just initially while sprawled out on the sidewalk after sliding in a water/mud puddle,
not just when I reached for my phone trying to text somebody to come pick me up off of the concrete,
not even just when my sister showed up, very quickly I might add,
but pretty much all the way to ER... don't judge!
And let it be said that two bicyclists and at least a couple of cars whizzed on by, before she showed up, with nary a thought to help me. I guess now that I write it down I realize I was looking pretty loony … but seriously folks. It hurt!!!

So … I've been absent from my blog. I've been absent from writing my book (just kidding, I'm not writing a book. I just like to say that. It makes me feel important). Broken shoulders and typing just don't jive … at all. But I'm healing pretty well. I can almost put my hair up all by myself. I can now brush my teeth, use a fork and write my name with relative ease. Just don't ask me to throw something your way. My, does that look stupid …