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lets face it...i have 6 1/2 more weeks of this blog. i will be freakin 40 years old in 6 1/2 weeks and i must be honest with myself...i am starting to look it. though, i think when i look in my mirror, i am still 16, when i see my reflection in mirrors elsewhere, i am one, tired, graying, sorry looking broad....and there isn't a thing i can do about it. i go to sleep early, and wake up in the middle of the night without the ability to fall back asleep, it is really and truly pathetic. i am counting down the weeks to vegas, and hope i can muster the energy to stay up past 11 each night that i am there...(who am i kidding, i am not really worried about vegas...)on to the topic at hand...
some friends of mine were having a discussion about boobs.(where did that come from??) fashion designers seem to favor women with smaller boobs and then those women (of course) look better in their clothes....now, my mantra for the past few years has been "i dont care how big they are, as long as they are healthy." being a mom of boys i have always been careful what i wear around the house because, lets be honest, they do hang low and they do wobble too and fro and no one needs to be seeing that....where do they end and my stomach begins?? oh my....
when i was younger, i remember my sister reading me a test from one of her magazines-mademoiselle, glamour..i dont remember which one(though i do remember that i wasn't allowed to touch the magazine...the fact that she let me into her room at all was quite the little miracle so i just stood and followed the instructions she gave me...)i could not have been older than 13 at the time and the the two of us took the "boob test." according to this scientific article, if you place a pencil underneath your boob and it fell to the floor well, you were perky and in great shape. i was so happy when that pencil fell to the floor....and now, with 6 1/2 weeks til 40, i could hide one of those costco size packages of crayons under there and they would stay safe and sound and warm....ya, no more passing the perky test. but, i am a H U GE fan of the underwire.....(huge, no pun intended....)
this getting old thing...everything heads downward...your hair falls out, creases form, you try to stand up straight but there are things on your body pulling you down down down.....you try to keep smiling you so dont get frown lines, but then you develop wrinkles from smiling...you neck starts heading down, and the list goes on and on and on.....
but, what is the alternative? i might be saggy, but i saved ari THOUSANDS of dollars on baby formula by doing it the natural way(ugg too much information...when will she stop? MAKE HER STOP....) i will take each day as it comes and embrace the gift of having that day.....i will smile at strangers and say good morning, even when they look at me like the crazy person that i am.....and i will thank god for all of the miracles in my life.....and wear supportive undergarments...amen.
happy thursday
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