My adorable grandchildren….yup, the G word, are now 5 years old and 15 months old. Did I mention there is another on the way? I didn’t think so. My oldest daughter and son-in-law are expecting a little boy in February. That means in their house-2 under 2. WOW! The 5 year old grandson started kindergarten…KINDERGARTEN!!!! He was just born 15 minutes ago.
In other breaking news, I found out this week that I’ve got to have a hysterectomy. I’m pretty sad about it. I’ve grown accustomed to my uterus. We’ve been through a lot together. The reading that I have done suggests that many women experience a sense of loss after the procedure. As my daughter told me, “It’s a part of you, but it’s not who you are.” Smart girl, that daughter. I’ll have to ponder on it a little longer but at the end of the day, it’s got to go. Causing me more problems than not.
This will be surgery number 2 since July and 3 for the year. I started a new job at the end of May and I feel terrible that I will be subjecting them to another procedure. Neither were planned or anything I had any idea I would need, but I still feel a sense of responsibility and don’t want to let down my co-workers or my employer.
This has been a year of changes for me both personally and professionally. I’m still trying to adjust and trying to keep up.
I’m embarrassed. I like to say I blog. What I should say is I like to read blogs and pretend that I blog. The whole point of blogging to put to your ideas on the proverbial paper. So, here I am, months after my last blog attempt.
I am an honest to goodness college graduate. Big boy college as my husband likes to call a four year university. I graduated in December of 2014. This was a dream of mine. I feel exceptionally fortunate that the husband encouraged me, pushed me, and wanted me to have this dream.
I am now pretending to be a grown up again. I was thrilled to have the opportunity to interview with a non-profit organization. I wanted to work for a non-profit after college. I just didn’t know that the non-profit I’d be working with would be back in the construction industry-but truthfully-I love it. I’m educating people, there is very little “stress” other than the stress I put on myself. It’s interesting, it’s fun, and I get paid. What more can you ask for?
In an effort to do better I’m reading more blogs and readying myself to return to blogging with purpose. I’ll take any encouragement you have to give. Or cake. I like cake.
Let’s start with the good news. The newest & most beautiful AND currently favorite granddaugter (I only have one so that’s easy) has moved 8 hours closer. LOVE IT!
I’m hoping to finish my last semester of college this fall. I’m taking my senior capstone class, a history/religion class, and Statistics. Just typing that gives me the heebie jeebies. I’m sure that I’m making it harder than it has to be…but why, oh why did I wait until my final semester to take Statistics?
Ok, so on to the nerves. I was in a serious accident several years ago. Pretty nasty stuff. I’ve recovered nicely but….BUT-I will still have effects for the rest of my life. I’m a ridiculous Pollyanna. I try to find the bright side of everything. Sometimes to my detriment. Tomorrow is a big day. I meet with attorneys and mediators and blah blah blah. The pressure that I feel right now to make decisions that affect the rest of my life is unreal. That being said……deep breath in…..it’s going to be ok. It has to be. There is no other option. So…if you are a believer in the Universe and positive thought, or a believer in a higher power, or even just rabbit ears…if you wouldn’t mind taking a second or two and throwing some good vibes my way, I’d be forever grateful.
I love clothes. I love shoes. I love knowing that I can usually find an appropriate outfit for just about anything if I search my closet hard enough.
The problem I am referring to is over doing it. And boy, am I guilty of that. My home is spacious. My spouse and I share a master closet of which he has given up 2/3. I also have the majority of the coat closet, the office closet, and as you can see I’m making use of the door space on the office door for more shoes and a rolling closet I purchased at IKEA. My resident psychologist, aka the hub, reminds me that even though I was exceedingly poor as a child and made do with little, that isn’t the case now. He reminds me that stuff doesn’t equal love (unless it’s the pair of shorts I’ve worn so long that I have to use a safety pin to hold them up. I’ve even rescued them from the trash. Three times.) So…I’m in purge mode. Can’t wear? Gotta go. Don’t wear? Gotta go. Love it but it doesn’t fit? Take it to the tailor so it will fit. I’ve been busy recently cleaning out my collection. Some things I donate, but some I sell on eBay. I need to remember to shop my closet and keep track of outfits and put more together. I follow several other bloggers to get ideas and I’m impressed with the choices I could make-from my own closet.
Word to the wise-before you charge up those cards-take a second look at what you have on hand and repurpose and recycle. Take that maxi dress and make it a skirt. Turn that cardigan around with the buttons up the back. Cut the sleeves off the jacket you used to love and make it a vest. I’ve taken a too short dress and made it into a boho top that gets lots of compliments. Turn that old love into a new love!
So apparently I started the below blog post a couple of months ago since I know for a fact I turned 47 last week! I think I was going for something along the lines of people on one side screaming “Age gracefully” and on the other side saying “Fight it every step of the way!” I’m in the middle-gracefully acknowledging, but gently pushing back! Let me say that I am thrilled to be 47 years old. I have earned every single year and I’m grateful for every day. Let me also say that I don’t want to look like I was beaten by those 47 years so I have indulged in a little something something. (The above photograph as both a before and after. The left side is before and the right side of the photograph is the after) See the below beginning post-
I will turn 47 in just over a month. I’m not sure what 47 is supposed to look like these days. I look at pictures of 47 years old from the 1960’s and what I find is matronly. I look at pictures of 47 year olds currently and I find a range of looks. Some matronly, some over the top sexy, and some a little somewhere in between.
For myself, over the last couple of years, I noticed some lines around my mouth. These are lines one would associate with someone who is a smoker-and I am not a smoker. I have regularly made visits to an aesthetician for chemical peels, microdermabrasion, and some laser resurfacing. I have dark blotches on my face from suntanning, using birth control, and hormonal changes that resulted from pregnancy. These blotches are called hyperpigmentation.
I have used a skin bleaching cream to help lighten these splotches that make it look like I’m constantly chugging hot chocolate. I give you these examples to say-don’t be afraid to keep yourself looking fabulous. I definitely don’t look 27 anymore-and thats ok-I don’t want to-but I do want to be the very best 47 I can be, so yes, I will be lining up for a the yearly Juvederm injection that makes me feel like a better me.
*The photograph above comes from the Juvederm website. I am not paid by Juvederm-this is my personal experience.
Everything is coming up shades of pink here. Amelia W Brown made her first appearance in this world a short two weeks ago. And what a beaut. Lots of hair, perfect lips, and an inquisitive little face. I love my daughters with all my heart but there is something about grandchildren….you can’t even put into words. So with that said-world, Amelia. Amelia, world. Can’t wait to shop with this beauty and teach her all the tricks.
So blogging was all fun and games as long as I was losing weight. I had fun taking pictures, putting together outfits, and getting feedback-good, bad, and great. Problem was the weight stopped coming off. And I stopped blogging. After a rough go of it, I’m committed to trying this again. Losing has commenced again. I’ve lost 35+ pounds since December. And shame on me for not rocking the body I have 35 pounds or not. I need to practice the self love I preach. Don’t get me wrong, I do love me…a lot! I’m awesome. Just ask me, I’ll tell you. But I didn’t like what that 35 extra pounds did to my confidence. With all that being said I need to suck it up and start anew and renewed. Let’s see what I can get into!