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Getting out of the Clothing Comfort Zone: #MidLifeLuv


Tomorrow, I will be going outside of my comfort zone in a million ways. It’s exciting and nerve-wracking. I will probably embarrass my kids and my parents with the one or two hundred pictures that I’ll Instagram to everyone.

You can watch the spectacle from here:


Right now, I’m dressed in my typical mom outfit. Shorts and a t-shorts. Flip-flops too. It’s all age appropriate. Nothing that I’m wearing is too sexy.

Tomorrow, it will all change.I’m going to Warped Tour – all day long. My outfit will be sexy maybe.

People might say, “You’re too old.”

“Too chubby.”

“Too much like someone’s mom.”

“Too much like my mom.”

“Toooo sexy for an old chick.” “Old lady, I feel uncomfortable.”

All I can say, is that I’m not the fattest, oldest, least sexy person that will be there. Yes, I will be old enough to be almost everyone’s mother. It’s a role that I’ve accepted. I have to stop myself from getting out the band-aids and tissues sometimes.

There’s always one person, usually a roadie, that is older than me. Thank goodness for roadies, right?!

Of course, they could not think that I look sexy at all. In fact, it might be a dumb outfit. However, this outfit will be born out of the need to not wear flip-flops in the mosh pit. Flip-flops are dangerous at a concert where you can have your feet and other body parts stepped on – all day long.

You might think I’m even thinking like an old lady. Damned right! I’m an old lady that doesn’t want her toes broken.

So this old chick will be wearing her boots – her very comfortable, dependable black boots. The knee-high socks will just be a bonus to keep it interesting. I’ve never worn boots and knee-highs together.

nerdyOkay, maybe not never.

This was an isolated case. You can’t even prove that I’m wearing boots. These aren’t even my clothes.

Yes, tomorrow will be a day spent outside of the comfort zone. I absolutely cannot wait. I’m ready, except for buying the aforementioned knee-highs.

So I’ll be out buying knee-highs and preparing to embarrass my kids.

It’s what I do.

Becoming Anne Bancroft. #MidLife Memories: Daily Post


Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?

I’m still trying to convince myself that I’m 40. Am I really in mid-life?

Honestly, I will take any memory that I can get. I love them all!

I remember being four years old. It might have been the best time ever. I remember Sesame Street and a chocolate cake for my birthday.

I remember being 10 and really awkward.

It’s possible that I was awkward before that. I grew really fast and then one day when I was about 13, I stopped growing taller. On the plus side, my boobs grew about three years later. Until then, it was a slew of carpenter’s dream jokes. Teenage boys . . . I could do without them. I didn’t think so then but I do now, especially since I have a teenage girl.

I don’t really miss that time of being a young teenager at all. It would be better not to remember, except that it helps to understand what my teenager is going through right now. The teenage years are rough and unforgiving.

I remember my 20s. There was college and drinking and boyfriends. I dyed my hair and wore ugly clothes. There are pictures to prove it. I wrote a lot of awful poetry. There are several journals to prove it.

My 30s were an emotional roller coaster and extremely humbling. I got a divorce. I was in an abusive relationship. I was homeless. I had three kids. Then I got my life back together but not without a lot of work and court appearances. A lot of those memories, I would like to remember less.

Then I started this blog. I write about the past and the future. I take a lot of photos so that I can look at them later and remember what a good time we had.

My 40s have been pretty cool. I’m almost a year into the 40s so it’s too early to say if I love being 40. I still don’t feel old. I don’t think I look 40 yet. I have a feeling that I’ll have Anne Bancroft hair shortly. It’ll be cool. I’ll make it work. I’m trying to remember why I quit dying my hair. It could be because of all of the maintenance – too much work to cover up the inevitable gray streak. So here is a picture of me with my inevitable gray streak.


It could be worse, right?!

I joined the #Midlife Luv linky Party. The link to the linky is here:



Cougaring it Up: I Can’t Even Lie


I am guilty. Guilty. Guilty. I have worn absolutely too much makeup to take my car for a visit to the mechanic.

As I was putting on all of the makeup that I own, I wondered why. Why am I putting on all of this stuff? It’s way more than I usually wear and I knew it.

I even brushed and styled my hair. Oh my glob. It has to be special for all of that, doesn’t it? Yes, on any given day, I wear my hair in a ponytail. It’s the only way to keep it tidy.

This was not that kind of day. I was wearing it down and sexified. As sexified as it gets these days. Sexified should be a thing.

Then I realized what I was doing. I was putting on makeup for my mechanic. He’s young and ruggedly handsome. And dirty. Now I’m a dirty, dirty lady for even thinking of being flirty with someone that’s so dirty.

It’s not that I want anything besides to get my car fixed. Really, I don’t even have dirty jokes to go with that statement. The statements are out there I’m sure.

I just want to look at him for a few minutes and bring him cookies. I want to do things, like baking him cookies, because I am absolutely old enough to be his very, very, young stunning mother.

Well, my friend coined the phrase for the day. She said “Oh yeah, dude. You’re totally cougaring it up today.” She said that I just want someone to think I’m pretty or something along those lines.

Is it that simple and vain? I am getting older and dealing with all of the things that go with aging. For example, there are not nearly as many compliments coming my way besides “You’re so funny.” Yes, it’s true. The funny is still intact, thank goodness. If the funny goes too, then I’ll be lost.

Do you have to have money to be a cougar or is it an age thing? I’m not even sure.

Yes, cougaring it up. Let’s go with that for today. I’ll be over here planning my next trip to the mechanic. Luckily, I have a junky car that can help me out with all the trips to the mechanic for the year.

P.S. I’m secretly hoping that he is not reading this. Who can say what the odds are? He could be very well-read. That would be awesome for my fantasy life. A well-read, rugged mechanic. Is there a romance novel about that? There totally should be.

Old Lady: NaBloPoMo

Do you enjoy growing old or do you fight against it?


My body is a traitor. Doesn’t it know that I’m still 25 on the inside? I guess it didn’t get the memo that I’m not an old lady yet.
Apparently not because I can’t get up the stairs very well this week. I can’t get down the stairs either. I may have injured it but I can’t remember how. Two aging problems – injury and memory loss – have started already.
Knee and memory problems aside – I don’t mind getting older. However, I don’t like acting my age.I think I fight against the aging process a little bit. I’m not going to resign myself to the rocking chair yet. I can be silly for as long as I want. Old ladies can do what they want. They’ve earned the right to be themselves. So I will continue to age and do what I want. If I’m still dressing up like Wonder Woman at the age of 90, then so be it. It’s this old lady’s prerogative.
If I’m lucky, then I’ll get to dance like these lovely ladies.