Tuesday, November 16, 2010

How I know I'm aging

Last week I turned 34. I am not particularly happy about this, not that there is anything wrong with 34, it's just that I can't stop aging, there is nothing I can do, I just keep getting older. I was happy at 30, why couldn't I just stop there?
Here are just a few ways I can tell I am getting older.

1. I look at the clock when I want a diet Dr. Pepper. Is it too early, have I had my nap yet, is it too late, will it keep me up? I definitely didn't do that in my 20's, in fact I didn't even need caffeine in my 20's.

2. I would way rather have a bowl of fresh raspberries over candy any day.

3. I would way rather have baked goods over candy any day.

4. If I don't get my sleep, my water and my fruits and vegetables, I'm not a happy camper.

5. I need good shoes to work out in.
6. I start getting ready for bed at 9:45.

7. If I get injured, I'm pretty sure I'll feel it whenever it rains for the rest of my life.

Here's how I know I'm not that old.

1. I have not sacrificed style for comfort yet. I don't think I'll ever give up my 6in high heels. I heart you Steve Madden. "Flats are for Quitters" -Jack Donaghy, 30 Rock

2. I'd rather talk about anything else other than traffic, the weather, or girls camp. Sorry, I'd love to hear about your jeans though.

Me at a respectable 34

One good thing about aging is that my kids age too, and the older my kids get,
the cooler they get.

Lunch with my awesome friends at Sunrise Bagels

Celebrating with my Dad and Holly

I hope I celebrate all my birthdays with these guys.

My favorite little girl

Making a wish that I will never turn 35.

The most photogenic girl in the house


Becky said...

Aren't you happier now at 34 than you were at 24? And besides, you look amazing, so who fligin cares?!

(fligin was my word verification word, so I thought I'd incorporate it into my comment).

kassie said...

Couldnt have said it better myself. Am I YOU??? The caffiene, the heels, the baked goods the older cool kids...I couldnt agree more. And you look more than respectable, you look fab!

jww said...

I'm so glad I'm not the only one who gets ready for bed at 9:45. All my Laurels are going to the midnight showing of Harry Potter tonight, and I was trying to tell them how much I love HP by telling them that I *actually considered* going to the midnight show (as if that would impress them, as if that would explain how much I love HP). And they just stared at me. It was like, "Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention: I'M OLD."

You look fantastic. I personally think that we ought to look at age the same way we look at weight. It doesn't matter what the NUMBER is--what really matters is that we're happy and feeling good with ourselves and we're where we wanna be. I'm with Becky... who fligin cares?