Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Everybody Needs a Nemesis!

I sent this email to three friends who all turn fifty this year. I will not, however, give their names.

Having hit the big 5-0 a couple of years before you, I feel a bit like an older sister and therefore capable of sharing some wisdom.

Michelle Pfeiffer and I are the same age. I discovered this upon becoming fifty. I hate her. It has nothing at all to do wither her marriage to a Hollywood legend, her beautiful family, or her fabulous career. No...my hatred has to do with the fact that she still, at the advanced age of fifty, looks like a Breck girl and could still pose as the epitome of All American beauty. So this woman that I have never met and who has no knowledge of my existence is my nemesis.

the witch

Why do I feel the need to share this information with you, my sisters? Well, everyone needs a nemesis. If you haven't yet found that special someone to hate, I would like to present to you the fifty year old Jennifer Grey dancing the Jive on DWTS.

Do you hate her yet?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Rainy Days and Mondays

I am somewhat embarrassed to write this, considering my last entry was on my annual case of birthday blues, but a friend posted this clip on Facebook and it made me remember what an amazing talent Karen Carpenter was.

The mellow tone, the soulful lyrics. I can't think of anyone who could have ever done it better.

(And at least it's not "We've Only Just Begun".

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Birthday Blues

For years now, I've experienced an overwhelming sense of depression in the two weeks leading up to my birthday. It fizzles out sometime after, I've never clocked it.

I don't know if it's brought on by the fact that I am getting older and am no longer the young chick my psyche says that I am or perhaps related to the end of summer seasonal changes. Whatever the cause, it started early this year, precipitated by the death of my beloved Prissy. (I am at this very moment trying to not cry.)

Whatever the cause, I soldier on, man up, walk it off! I get by. I cry, I wallow in self-pity, I eat bad foods, and then I'm over it.

So if I seem moody, irritable, and a little sad, don't worry. I'll be back to normal soon enough. Unless this year it is all a cruel joke of menopause; if so, turn up the A/C and get used to it...GROWL!