My birthday present

Today I'm another year older. I'm not really reconciled to the aging thing but had an experience today that made me grateful to be where I am in the whole life voyage. I made an appointment to make my 44 year old self feel younger and did the whole haircut/dye/highlight thing. My regular hairdresser wasn't working today so I went with a younger cosmetologist. She told me her age (20) and I did some mental math and came to the realization that I could be her mother. She was a sweet girl and we talked about each others' lives, TV, and local gossip. To hear about her life, I recalled my life at 20. It was during my heyday at Ohio State. I had not yet met my husband. I was basically still a kid who did not take college seriously, nor did I behave responsibly in much of the rest of my life outside the classroom. Thank goodness I did not make any life altering decisions about career/spouse/life at this time because I am not anything like that person now. In listening to her current experiences, I tried to temper my advice and opinions because I knew my twenty year old self would never listen to the me that I am right now. I don't think I interacted with many women twenty four years older than me at that time anyway (except maybe my mom).

Anyway, to Summer, I dedicate this post. You gave me a perfect hairstyle/color which made me feel younger, and, at the same time, made me appreciate being the age I am! Could I wish for a better birthday present?

P.S. This post is also dedicated to Judy who wants me to update my blog, already!

Set the frump factor dial to high!

I've outdone myself in frumpiness today. Maybe I'm feeling old because of my impending birthday. Check out the different elements of the look I've pulled together for today:

A frumpy hairstyle that allows me to go one more day without washing my hair.....


A frumpy shapeless sweater.....

Pleated pants that I either need to lose weight to wear or buy a larger size.....

...and need to be a little longer to cover the hideous frumpy sensible shoes......


...and here is the final result. Ultimate frumpiness!

Wow!

This made me cry....

MySpace Celebrity and Katalyst present The Presidential Pledge

A message from last year's me!

I posted something last year about receiving a message from one-year-younger me. I got another message today. In it I say:

I'm so hoping that the next time I read this Barack Obama will be our president! Is he???

I love answering that one!

Here are some other highlights:

I'm at *** lbs. lately, I'm hoping this message finds me way lighter! HA!

I'm working on getting a new roof for the house, getting it painted, finishing my son's room, getting a kitchen table, painting the great room and cleaning up the garden.

On January 19th in 2007 & 2008 I've colored my hair purply red. Will I do it again???

I hope I'm not feeling like a total failure when I read this again.....

I still like you, though, future me!

Good thing the past me likes me because I'm not lighter, I still haven't finished my son's room, got a kitchen table or cleaned up the garden! I'm calling today to get an appointment to get my hair colored!

I love these messages! I'm going to go send future me another one now!

My poor uneducated son!

Last night, I let me ten year old daughter stay up thirty extra minutes to read. This did not go down well with my seven year old son who was told to go to bed. What followed was an emotional plea using his most persuasive arguments to try and convince us to change our minds and let him have the same privilege. It was so hard to listen with a straight face but it went something like this.

"You don't care about educating my mind because she gets to read books with new words and is learning new words and I have to go to sleep." (note: his choice of reading material was a Lego catalog that he's looked at and studied for about twenty solid hours already) "I'm horrible at math and Adam can do it way faster than me and you don't care about my mind's education at all and he will always be better than me. All I want to do is educate myself and you let her get smarter but not me. You make me sleep and sleep won't help me get smarter."

I kept having to look down while he ranted because if he saw the smile on my face this would've enraged him further. When he was done with me and realized I wouldn't budge he then began the process all over again with dad. This went on for about thirty minutes so he DID get to stay up afterall! I guess he got us!

MUST. STOP. POSTING. VIDEOS!!!

I'm having an inauguration party at my house on Tuesday. I can't wait to see this:


Congressional Committee Debates Merits Of Proposed Inauguration Dance