So I turned 32. I have never really felt my birthday was that important anyway. When I was younger, it seemed most people weren’t able to make a birthday shadowing Memorial Day weekend because other obligations like vacations and family celebrations were happening. So when I would have a birthday party, it was always on the weekend before or after Memorial Day weekend. As a kid, you realize, if you can switch your birthday celebration to whichever weekend you want who cares when you celebrate it as long as you get the party. Right?
As I got older, I realized my birthday really is insignificant compared to what Memorial Day really stands for. All of the soldiers who have died for this country and all the veterans who still are living are beyond the scale of a single person’s birthday, turning 32. And not to forget all the soldiers overseas fighting a war that is not labeled a war, but truly by definition is a war. The year I was born, my birthday actually landed on Memorial Day so maybe I have a little compassion towards what the day truly represents.
Enough sentiment, this year it landed on a Saturday and not on Memorial Day weekend so it was all about me for my 32nd birthday, however my mind still feels 24 and my body definitely feels 32. At least it’s not like when I turned 30 and felt my youthful life was over, finished, buried six feet under. The five stages of grief come to mind.
Denial- You can’t be the cute fun drunk at the office party anymore. You are just perceived as the drunk of the party.
Anger-You despise any one who looks younger than you. Eyeing up other women who do look younger and secretly picking out every flaw in them. This might not be the most mature way to handle it, but at least no one gets hurt.
Bargaining-Would I ever consider plastic surgery?
Depression-Eating junk food doesn’t solve anything.
Acceptance- Minus all work related parties and functions from the calendar-children make great excuses. Embrace everyone for their differences. Maybe - ask me in the next decade. Stop dwelling on the past and get into shape and enjoy life now.
Of course, I didn’t experience any of these stages (I heard that chuckle). I am only referring to what I have observed from others (Yeah, right).
Besides, I am only 32. That is still young, right? (I can’t even be considered a cougar yet). I have fully embraced my age and the expectations of leading a mature decade (I heard that laugh too). Eight years is fairly long before I will have to worry about the next hurdle of maturity. Anyway I am enjoying life at 32 even with all the craziness involved.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Are we there yet?
"Are we there yet?" Child #2
"Oh heavens no, this is a very long trip. We explained that the car ride is very long and will take most of the day to get to the campground. It only has been an hour, sweetie. We should be there sometime in the afternoon."
Major whining starts. "Oh mom, I want to be there. Why can't we be there already? I want to go camping. I want to see Sasha and Kayla (my Aunt's dogs)." More whining. Deep breath from me.
15 minutes later.
"How much longer?" Child #2 has become the spokesperson for all kids in the back seat on a long car trip.
"A little bit." Shorter the answer the better even if it is slightly pushing the truth.
"Are we there yet?"
"We're almost there."
"How much longer?"
"A little bit."
"How many more little bits."
"Oh a few."
"Mooooooooommmmmmmmm! How much longer?"
"Possibly, four more little bits."
"Is that close?"
"Yes, very close."
"Oh heavens no, this is a very long trip. We explained that the car ride is very long and will take most of the day to get to the campground. It only has been an hour, sweetie. We should be there sometime in the afternoon."
Major whining starts. "Oh mom, I want to be there. Why can't we be there already? I want to go camping. I want to see Sasha and Kayla (my Aunt's dogs)." More whining. Deep breath from me.
15 minutes later.
"How much longer?" Child #2 has become the spokesperson for all kids in the back seat on a long car trip.
"A little bit." Shorter the answer the better even if it is slightly pushing the truth.
"Are we there yet?"
"We're almost there."
"How much longer?"
"A little bit."
"How many more little bits."
"Oh a few."
"Mooooooooommmmmmmmm! How much longer?"
"Possibly, four more little bits."
"Is that close?"
"Yes, very close."
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Clear Cut or Natural?
Note to self: When you wake up and think “Oh I can wear Capri pants and not shave my legs. The hair is not too long. No one will notice.” Fight the need to listen to that voice.
It was going to be our first 80 degree day of the season so I pull out my Capri pants and lotion up my legs-a little stubble, but not too bad. Uh yeah, until you get out into the natural light (there is that evil natural light again see Time Crunch blog). Big big big big big mistake. A little stubble just turned into the Redwoods at Muir Woods. Apparently the lotion made the Redwoods lay down so I didn’t quite get the full view of the Forest until I stepped out for lunch. I so need a new light in the bathroom (see Handy Man blog). Oh well, I don’t think anyone noticed. And yes, I went home and clear cut the Forest.
It was going to be our first 80 degree day of the season so I pull out my Capri pants and lotion up my legs-a little stubble, but not too bad. Uh yeah, until you get out into the natural light (there is that evil natural light again see Time Crunch blog). Big big big big big mistake. A little stubble just turned into the Redwoods at Muir Woods. Apparently the lotion made the Redwoods lay down so I didn’t quite get the full view of the Forest until I stepped out for lunch. I so need a new light in the bathroom (see Handy Man blog). Oh well, I don’t think anyone noticed. And yes, I went home and clear cut the Forest.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Inconvenient
During the day, I find going number 1 is such a nuisance. Occasionally, it offers a break from the monotony, but most of the time I just find it down right irritating. When I am at work in the middle of a project or in the morning when I am trying to get the kids out the door, it is not convenient. It just doesn’t fit in the schedule of life. Just figuring out the math of the whole thing there is a lot of time wasted. If you go an average of six times a day, three minutes each time which turns into 4.5625 days in a year. You could go on a vacation with that extra time. See my point.
I know, just the topic you wanted to read about.
I know, just the topic you wanted to read about.
Monday, May 4, 2009
B12
Evidently, being a vegetarian isn’t in the cards for me and neither is being a doctor, but I enjoy learning about things so bear with my thought process.
Let me step back a few paces, my friend had brought up vitamin B12 at our last Girls Night Out dinner (she is taking a nutrition college course). Basically the statement that was made was "B12 is only available through eating read meat and eventually you will go insane if you don’t absorb some kind of B12 in your diet" (does this mean the vegetarians and vegans of the world are all insane).
So I venture online to learn more about B12. In a nut shell, B12 is created when a certain kind of animal eats their food and the food combines with a certain bacteria (the B12 can not be created without the bacteria) in the animal’s stomach (the scientific terminology is way too boring to repeat) and absorbs into the animals muscle. In conclusion, we eat the muscle of the animal (ex. Cow). The B12 absorption starts in our mouth and finishes out in our stomach. Now the kicker is that not everyone absorbs B12 the same. There are other factors involved that will prevent B12 absorption as well (too many to list).
B12 cannot be naturally reproduced in a vitamin so the science world has created a synthetic B12 compound for vitamins (again if you want the scientific terminology, look it up). The effects of B12 deficiency can cause permanent damage to the brain and nervous system (you can go insane). The main symptoms include fatigue, depression, poor memory loss basically anemia, but if the deficiency isn’t taken care of mania and psychosis can take over. So my friend was right, but the vegetarians and vegans of the world are not insane because there is a synthetic vitamin they can consume to complete their diet (I love learning new things).
Now you have the basis for my next thought, I pondered my unusual irritation level over the last week and a half. Everything was making me irritated, short tempered, irrational (similar level to PMS, but the timing was off). So I reflected on the amount of red meat I had been eating. I discovered that I wasn’t getting enough B12, which in return was creating my “high irritation symptoms.” I wasn’t attempting to become a vegetarian or anything, but the hubby’s work schedule has been a little crazy for the last couple of weeks and he usually cooks most of the red meat for our house hold. Therefore, I will never be able to become a vegetarian unless I would like the hubby to serve me papers.
Isn’t it great when friends can help you analyze yourself?
Let me step back a few paces, my friend had brought up vitamin B12 at our last Girls Night Out dinner (she is taking a nutrition college course). Basically the statement that was made was "B12 is only available through eating read meat and eventually you will go insane if you don’t absorb some kind of B12 in your diet" (does this mean the vegetarians and vegans of the world are all insane).
So I venture online to learn more about B12. In a nut shell, B12 is created when a certain kind of animal eats their food and the food combines with a certain bacteria (the B12 can not be created without the bacteria) in the animal’s stomach (the scientific terminology is way too boring to repeat) and absorbs into the animals muscle. In conclusion, we eat the muscle of the animal (ex. Cow). The B12 absorption starts in our mouth and finishes out in our stomach. Now the kicker is that not everyone absorbs B12 the same. There are other factors involved that will prevent B12 absorption as well (too many to list).
B12 cannot be naturally reproduced in a vitamin so the science world has created a synthetic B12 compound for vitamins (again if you want the scientific terminology, look it up). The effects of B12 deficiency can cause permanent damage to the brain and nervous system (you can go insane). The main symptoms include fatigue, depression, poor memory loss basically anemia, but if the deficiency isn’t taken care of mania and psychosis can take over. So my friend was right, but the vegetarians and vegans of the world are not insane because there is a synthetic vitamin they can consume to complete their diet (I love learning new things).
Now you have the basis for my next thought, I pondered my unusual irritation level over the last week and a half. Everything was making me irritated, short tempered, irrational (similar level to PMS, but the timing was off). So I reflected on the amount of red meat I had been eating. I discovered that I wasn’t getting enough B12, which in return was creating my “high irritation symptoms.” I wasn’t attempting to become a vegetarian or anything, but the hubby’s work schedule has been a little crazy for the last couple of weeks and he usually cooks most of the red meat for our house hold. Therefore, I will never be able to become a vegetarian unless I would like the hubby to serve me papers.
Isn’t it great when friends can help you analyze yourself?
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