No one could have told me what getting old entails so let me educate those under 55. For both women and men when you hit 50 your hormones develop a mind of their own. Your metabolism quits, completely. You can eat a carrot and gain 5 lbs.
Now lets talk skin, holy hairdo my skin is like a snake, I have lines in places that should not have lines. I look in the mirror and hairs grow out of my chin at lightening speed. I keep a tweezer in every car I own and in every bathroom. Oh and a razor thing for lip hair.
The moral of this post is, I’ve decided that I don’t give a shit at this point. I am going to do whatever the hell I want, hair color, clothes, glasses(my signature) whenever I want, I have a tribe that supports me unconditionally. In celebration of pride, pink hair, don’t care. Love your life
We have booked our next trip to Mexico and I can honestly say that I love everything about this place. The people, the food, the traditional crafts, and of course it is beautiful. I have often thought that we could live here full-time and cannot imagine why anyone would want to leave but then I remind myself that people struggle here and are paid nothing. I am fortunate to have opportunities others can only dream of but just maybe this is my chance to make a difference.
Now I just need to research how? When we go to Mexico how can I help the culture and the country? If you have ideas, send them my way.
We have for several years adopted senior dogs. Most people want puppies, but our last 2 rescues have been older girls. PunkinSpice Latte was used for breeding, she is brindle and when her last litter was still born she was dumped by the dumb ass breeder. Great for us.
We love both of them and are proud to provide these 2 old girls in their golden years with their very best life. Punkin is hug a bunch and wants kisses and wants to be right up next to you. Milly is not affectionate, she does not want to be held but does like face rubs and likes to sleep on the bed. Milly will poop wherever if you don’t pay attention, I continue to try and convince my husband this is just her bring old as I am the same way.
Milly Vanilly was surrendered because her person had to go into a nursing home. We named her Milly because her previous was Lilly. Little did we know her hearing is all but gone except for loud noises, and her eye sight is limited, at night the grey eye haze is evident. Oh and she exhibits all the characteristics of dementia
Each is funny and entertaining so we treat then individually and laugh each day. We have a huge yard and Milly thinks she is a track star. She will run from end to end 20 times while Punkin just watches.
It is unbelievable that I am 52, yep and as we age a whole lotta shit changes. First, skin, good lord I took a selfie a few days ago and wholly pores. When exactly did my skin look like sand paper. Facial hair and brows: facial hair has multiplied, the fu man chu ugh no not cute and everyday I am tweezing some long ass black course hair, what the hell… my eyebrows are nothing, one has some hair the other has a serious lack. Last, the night sweats are out of control, not only do you not sleep but when you do just get a frickin towel to lay on or you might wake up thinking you have been swimming.
If I can fix it, I will. Here are my brows micro bladed day 1. Don’t panic in 2 weeks they will be half this color and thickness. Breathe they will be beautiful. Next week is lip blushing, will let you all in on that too
I love color, print, and home improvement projects. I had previously tried to update these old closet doors and needless to say it wasn’t good. Last week while shopping at my very favorite store “goodwill” I found this fantastic animal print wallpaper for 6 bucks a roll. I bought both rolls and came home to get busy. It took me 2 full days of scoring and scraping to get the old ugly wall paper off but now the doors are FANTASTIC, no one can say I’m boring. My decorating style is certainly bold. I hope you like it.
I felt some kinda way today when I saw a woman I know post a video of her beautiful home with a view. So let me break it down for real. I have worked since I was 13, put myself through college while taking my 2 sons with me to night classes. I have accomplished so much, owned 3 homes and truly am so proud of being able to say I don’t need a man. I love my husband of 30 years but certainly would be a ok without him. This woman since i have met her has looked for ONLY men with money who could take care of her so she could just be cute with no job. And there have been lots. My question is how can you be proud when nothing you have belongs to you? Maybe I’m different but if I drive a Hyundai I paid for it is better than a benz that dude can yank at anytime.
I have learned so much about an rv in the last month, I thought I would share the adventure Hooking up the truck to the camper is the hardest thing, first you have to back right up to the hitch connector and wait for the clamp to engage. Once this is done we have to pull it out of our steep ass driveway, hitch grinding the entire time into the street so we can get level enough to put on the stabilizer bars. These damn things scare the crap out of me so I simply stand back and watch. You have to put the trailer tongue down to take the weight off the truck then put on these steel bars in with a pry bar that makes a loud noise when on, good lord. Oh then there is two chain connectors that attach to the truck and the power supply for the lights to work. I’m tired just talking about it even though after the 3rd time we did the whole process in under 10 minutes.
On our first trip we learned that you need atleast a 4000 watt generator after we lost all power, oh n check your battery connectors to make sure they are all hooked up, another lesson as ours weren’t. Locate the gfi before you leave just in case it gets tripped you know where to find it, its in our bathroom, who knew.
The great part is we get to sleep in our own bed, no one bothers us, and we get to go to great places. The pictures below were taken at Mt Hood.
Today I attended my CPR/first aid certification course. I arrived and a man with a keg beer belly and long white hair was in the back of the room, also a participant. I being friendly Fran spoke to this ass hat and asked him where he worked in our organization. He informed me he is a crew chief for one of our offender work crews. Ok I am passionate about rehabilitation and second chances so I engaged in a very brief conversation.
What the hell, this dude in 3 minutes asked how long I worked for our company. When I replied that I relocated from Idaho. The first thing out of his mouth was how could I move from such a beautiful state with such wonderful Trumpster conservatives. Ugh that’s exactly the reason I moved to get away from the bigots I watched treat non white and LGBTQ like shit my entire life.
It got worse, he refused to participate in the CPR portion of the course and sat for 4 hours doing absolutely nothing other than watching us. He stated he was only interested in the first aid portion of the course. What?
The point of this post is to demonstrate the quality of people we have working with men trying to rebuild their lives. I cannot imagine how he treats the work crew participants and know for certain in just 3 minutes it is horrible. We have to identify and stop allowing people like this man to have any power or influence with anyone coming out of the criminal justice system.
This guy and I have been hanging out for 29 years. It seems crazy that over half my life I have spent with him. There have been many bumps and challenges and it takes commitment to make it last but it is so worth the effort. When we said the words for better or worse we meant it, I’m grateful for the journey, love, and joy he brings to my hyperactive self, ha. Happy Anniversary to us