New Year's Resolution? Be Nice...

It's that time of year again...a new year means new ideas.  So what shall it be this year...hmmmmm...lose weight?  Organize?  What???  Well I would like to lose a pound or two and who couldn't be more organized?  I would also like to do more writing and read more...BUT...what will be my New Year's Resolution!?  Simple...be nice.  You would think that being nice is easy but unfortunately...its not!  It is SO difficult!  I lose count in a day how many people I call "idiot" when I'm driving down the road.  I wish I could say I drive a long commute to work but alas...I live 10 minutes away!  Ugh!  Most of my fit happens sitting in the line at school to drop off my daughter!  I think I need to be medicated. God be with you if I happen to get hungry.  I will punch a person in the face if my sugar level drops!  Starvation and a boxing ring and I may have a new career!  (considers this for a moment)

Being nice isn't just a problem for me, it seems to be a problem for society in general.  Don't act so innocent...you know what I'm talking about.  We want what we want and we want it now!  We use to have to cook for hours to prepare a meal.  Now we can stick it in the microwave and have it ready in three and a half minutes but at two we are screaming, "Hurry up!!!!  ARGH!"  We used to have phones attached to walls...remember those?  Not only that, they had a rotary dial!  It took days to make a call...Heaven help you if your number had 9's in it.  NO ONE is calling you!  Now we have phones that we carry in our pocket, access the internet, send written messages instantly and we are pissed cause we can't get a call in the middle of the wilderness in a rainstorm.  So don't judge me...we could all stand to be a little nicer... 

Handy Uses for Ex Husbands...

You might ask, "Wow.  I have this ex husband on my hands and well...he's kind of getting in the way.  What can I do?  Should I recycle?"  Don't just let him stand there in the middle of your life collecting bitterness...get some good use out of him!  There's plenty of ways to make that ex husband of yours as handy as your favorite spatula!

Doorstop - Who couldn't use a doorstop?  We ALL could!  Let the sunshine in and set that heavy little burden against that door.  You can even brighten him up with a little glitter or even rhinestones!

Hammer - Need to hang a picture on your wall but can't find your hammer?  No worries!!  Your ex husband's head is so hard you can use it to beat those nails right into the wall.  Wow!!  Now THAT is useful!!! 

Mailbox - Did those pesky kids tear up your mailbox again?  That's ok...set your ex husband out by the curb and use HIM as your mailbox!  His mouth is so big...it can even hold UPS packages.  Amazing!!

Fertilizer - Wishing you had red ripe tomatoes like grandma?  Have your ex husband stand in the middle of your garden and watch!  He is so full of shit your tomatoes will start winning ribbons at the fair!  Yum!

Coat Rack - Stop hanging your coat on the back of your kitchen chair!  Just place your ex husband in the corner of your living room or breezeway and throw that coat right over his head.  Doesn't that look better?  Why yes it does!

So many uses...try some of these at home and see what you think!

My Body Is So Friendly!

It seems as I get older I get grumpier...these young people and their black lipstick...stupid drivers...Ugh! These long lines!!  I may be getting an "old bitty" attitude but my body has a great attitude!!  It seems that it constantly wants to wave at people.  Isn't that nice!  I raise my arms and they wave so excitedly...you know that area underneath what USED to be your bicep?  Yeah you know what I'm talking about.  It wants to get to know people, it wants to get out there and be sociable...what a party animal!!  In the summertime, just wait until I put on a pair of shorts.   My thighs start inviting the whole neighborhood over for a bar-b-q!  C'mon! Follow me!  This way!  My thighs will show you the way...just follow the wave!  It's nice having friendly thighs.  Watch out if I get into a bathing suit...my buttocks just can't help but say hello.  Changes the whole meaning of "Kiss my butt!"  It's like kissing an old friend...

Maybe my body can get with my attitude and help me with my social graces.  I can start by just raising my hand...my biceps will take care of the rest...

Bringing Sexy Back...

I've read many an article in the popular magazines about what is considered "sexy."  Look at the ads, commercials, music videos, entertainment industry and you can see EXACTLY what they consider sexy...flat stomachs, little clothing, perfect skin, and 0% body fat.  Who can live up to this????  Not me that's for sure.  I get out of the shower in the mornings and thank God for steam!  I don't need to see THAT!!  Don't get me wrong, I'm not putting myself down.  But let's face it, as we get older, things aren't where they once were.  Stuff drops and droops, veins show up that weren't there before and our hair changes color.  This however doesn't mean that we are no longer sexy, which goes back to my original thought...what is sexy?  Here are some of my ideas not necessarily in order of importance:

Confidence-Not to be confused with arrogance, confidence is an extremely sexy quality.  Being comfortable with who you are, your abilities, and being aware of your strengths AND weaknesses.  What is being aware of your weaknesses got to do with it...invite me to sing and you'll find out.

Staying Fit-I admit fully that I am horrible with this.  I try to do some form of activity when I can but do not do anything on a regular basis.  BUT, doing some form of exercise every day is good for the soul, puts a glow in your cheeks and helps to relieve stress.  I don't care if I am ever a size 4, but I do like to feel healthy. *giggles* Me a size 4, THAT's funny...

Dressing Appropriately-Do not, I need to stress, DO NOT...dress like your teenage daughter!  She may look gorgeous in skinny jeans and a tank top...you...maybe not so much.  Not because of your body shape, although that can be an issue, but because it just does not suit your age.  Many will disagree with me on this but I think we look much more attractive in something that suits our body type and our age.  This does not mean we have to dress in  polyester and nurse shoes...let's be reasonable. 

Sense of Humor-At any age this is an awesome trait to have!  If you can approach life with a positive attitude, it makes you more approachable and more magnetic.  The old saying it takes more muscles to frown than to smile says it all, besides, I'd much rather have laugh lines around my mouth than frown lines.  Ugh!

Be confident in who you are!  Take care of yourself and SMILE!  Go on...you can do it!

I Don't Forget...What Were We Talking About?

Our memory is a funny thing.  There once was a time when I would go to the store for a gallon of milk and I'll be dang if I didn't come home with a gallon of milk!  Amazing...isn't it?  Now I go to the store for milk and I come home with make-up, dog food, hand soap and God knows what else...EXCEPT milk.  Sigh.  I forget what I walked into a room for, forget what I was going to say, forget my lunch, forget birthdays...it's a wonder I remember to get dressed in the morning.  What day are your school fees due again?  You needed which report by when?  Did I pay the electric bill?  Did I let the dog out?  It's really a never ending issue...

EXCEPT... when it comes to relationships.  I may forget where I put my keys but I can tell you exactly what my husband said three months ago when we agreed to go to my family reunion!  Not only that...I know where he was standing, what he was wearing, what we ate for dinner that night, and how the weather was that day.  What??  You didn't know that I had plans for us to take the kids to the zoo and you want to golf??  Of course you knew!  I was standing by the sink, you were by the refrigerator, you had on your blue polo that had a stain from the spaghetti we had just eaten, and there was a storm watch out.  How could you not remember that??? It was only six months ago!  GOSH!!!  Now go cancel your golf outing, we're going to the zoo...Huh?  What milk?

I'm Not Good at Sharing...

My parents tried to teach me and I have tried to teach my kids the art...of sharing!  Share, share, share...don't be greedy...give up your favorite toy to little Bobby who will probably break the darn thing.  It's for your own good!!  I believe the point is to try and teach us to not be self absorbed, to give to our fellow man.   I mean, we really can't be expected to share everything?  Can we?!  If I have a brand new Jaguar...I will give you a ride, but you won't get my keys.  Go get your own!!  I do try to give to charities when I can.  I enjoy giving my time and volunteering.  But when I get a plate full of delicious food...keep your hands off or I'll stab you with my fork!  I'm not always very good at sharing. 

Sharing can be good for the soul but sometimes...its just hard.  I have shared custody of my children with their dad.  This is different from the traditional joint custody.  With shared custody, parents share time with their kids equally.  This means I get my kids 50% of the time...50%!  The thought process behind this is that kids will not be slighted the chance to have both parents in their life, or in other words, we failed at marriage but want to keep you in as traditional a home as possible.  It is impossible to understand what this is like unless you have gone thru it.  I miss half of my kids life...Half!  If someone asks me if my son eats meatloaf...I don't really know.  I mean he doesn't eat it at my house, but maybe he eats it at his dad's.  I don't know, but I should know.  If someone says, "What did your daughter wear to school today?"  I don't know.  I have no idea how she wore her hair...or what color shirt she had on...none.  I don't know, but I should know.  They have another home, their own room, a closet full of clothes, that I know nothing about.  Nothing.  Time doesn't slow down for half...they continue to grow up too fast and I want to savor every minute.  But I can't...for I must share.  I'm not very good at sharing...  

They're Playing My Song

I find it amazing how we see ourselves as opposed to how others see us.  When I look in the mirror, I don't see a middle aged woman.  I just see me.  But I can be talking to someone about their aches and pains and they start saying, "Yeah we're getting up there aren't we?"  Whose we?  What is this we stuff? 

I consider myself fairly confident, I mean I'm in my forties and I have NO cellulite.  Ok well I'm in my forties and my butt is no bigger than when I was 21.  Ok well I have no gray hair.  Ok so let's just say I have learned how to dress to hide flaws and have a great hair stylist.  Are you happy now? 

One thing age has given me is a confidence I didn't have in my younger years.  But along with that confidence comes a few unexpected surprises.  I wonder what it would be like if we had theme music to follow us and play according to our moods.  When I am walking down the street, hair blowing in the wind, looking confidently ahead...everyone could hear, "There she was just a walkin' down the street singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy do..."  Then when I get to my destination and I am forced to go up a flight of steps, Vincent Price comes on, "As she walks up the stairs of death.  She is starting to find that she's out of breath.  The sound of her knees as they begin to creak. Peace and comfort is what she must seek."  Now at the top of the stairs I am limping and wheezing to the office door..."Take my breath awayyyyyyyyy...take my breath awayyyyy." 

I'm thinking theme music might not be a good idea.  But wouldn't it be fun for other events?  Like you've had it with your current relationship, "To the left, to the left, everything you own in a box to the left."  Or when you get cut off in traffic, "Hit me with your best shot!  C'MON, hit me with you best shot."  Or when you finally get that big promotion/proposal/boob job..."Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!"  Theme music would be cool then, huh?