Joys and Woes of aging

Over the past few months, much of our lives have revolved around age related things.

We started off with the teenagers birthday. Not much changed as she went from 14 to 15. She still the same wonderful teenager she was at 14. She has a little more knowledge and a little more maturity than she did this time last year. The year made a bit of difference but not a lot.

She's so beautiful!

We also celebrated my …. ahem…25th birthday. I sure love being in my 20’s! Ok, so I’m lying. I’m now 31. I think 30 is the actual age that you start to forget how old you are and you have to really THINK about it. I just did. I knew I wasn’t in my 20’s but how old am I? Oh riiighhttt…. ugh…31! I don’t usually feel 31 though so that’s a good thing – right?

Can anyone name the show this is from?

My baby cousin gave birth to her first child at the age of 20. She then turned 21. She was just a baby in my arms the other day and now I’m holding her daughter in my arms, 21 years later. This is actually the first time I held the baby of a baby I used to cuddle with years before. It’s surreal actually.

My grandmother passed away recently as well. It’s not the same rejoicing moment as a birthday or giving birth, but it does bring up age and aging. She was in her 80’s and to many, that’s a great long life. I have talked with older people before that feel 80 is quite an accomplishment. Her 90’s or even 100 would have been better. We would have had her with us that much longer. I miss her. In reality, I would not have even seen my grandmother in months. She doesn’t live near me and I only saw her once a year when she was here for her visit. But somehow, knowing you will never see someone again makes you miss them more, no matter what.

Love and Miss her!

My mommy turned 50 this month! The big five-oh! She took an awesome trip with my dad to California and got to do a lot of amazing things that she has always wanted to do. They went to “The Price is Right”, The Tonight Show, some great restaurants and saw some Hollywood sites. I’m glad she got to go and have an awesome time for her birthday! Happy Birthday Mommy and Thanks for the awesome gifts!

My mommy years ago.

My mommy and daddy just 1 year ago.

 I don’t feel 31, I don’t think my mom feels 50, my husband doesn’t even know how old he is, my much younger baby cousin is having babies and the teenager is aging with rapid pace and soon to be off to college leaving us behind. So how much does age affect us on a daily basis? When exactly do you start to feel old? Or feel your age? I know I feel older than I did 10 years ago but in reality, not that much. So how much does age matter once you reach a certain point? This is a thought that changes with age. How ironic.
 
As a child you think age does matter and you want to be older so you can do all the cool stuff and stay up late.
As a teenager, it is much of the same thoughts with thoughts of boys mixed in and how the age difference shouldn’t matter.
Ages start to become less important in your 20’s and you don’t think age is such a big deal anymore.
Once you have children age plays a part in your life once again. Your babies are growing up and aging quickly, and with boys the age difference matters big time, when it comes to your teenager!
I haven’t figured out when it changes again. When does your thought process on aging change in life once again?
 
What do all of you think about age? Do you feel it? Does it matter to you? I rambled a lot in this post but that was the thought process in my head this morning. So – tell me what you think!
 
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What do you think about on 9/11?

I guess the common answer these days to that questions would be: The World Trade Center attacks, a loved one lost, America, New York and maybe even fears of a repeat attack of some kind.

My answer is a bit different. While I do think of most of those things on that day, I think mostly about my own lost loved one. She didn’t die on 9/11 but was born on 9/11. I think of her so much on this day. How old she would be, what would she have looked like, who would she have grown to be, how close would we be and how would my family and myself be different if she were still with us?

I have been thinking of her on this day for 23 years. Although my thoughts changed 19yrs ago when my first thought was that she would be 5 today. NOw, in 2011, she would be 23 years old. A grown woman in the world, my family and my friend. I miss her still, her hugs, her smiles, her little voice singing a song.

I was 12 years old when she died, I was an awkward kid trying to get through my days. My life was about school, friends, boys and hanging out. Death was a slap in the face, especially when it was such a tiny little person so close to my heart. It was hard for my 12yr old brain to grasp.

I remember very clearly coming home from school and seeing my mothers car in the driveway. (this was weird because she worked and didn’t get home until 7ish, was home after school with my dad) Both of my parents were in the bedroom talking in hushed tones so I filled a bowl with puffy Cheetos and sat at the table for my after school snack. I remember taking a bite of one of those Cheetos as my parents walked out to tell me about the car accident my Aunt was in with the babies on board. It was explained to me that my Aunt was very hurt as was my cousin. She was in a coma with no brain activity. I don’t remember the words or phrases they used, I only remember that cheeto still in my mouth and I had no idea what to do with it as it turned to mush.

The following days are still a blur. I only remember bits and pieces. I remember the wake and the open casket (I never should have looked) and I remember staring for so long that I thought she was breathing, I remember rumors flew at school in my absence that I slit my wrists, I remember how small my other cousins were and how much less they understood than I , I remember a Thanksgiving right after where my grandfathers voice cracked in saying the prayer (I had never seen or heard him cry before) and I remember how I changed as person.

These are all things I think about during the year but I think of everything on September 11th, the day of her birth. It’s still hard and I tear up every 9/11 but for different reasons than most of America.

We miss you and we love you Mikki!

Beautiful Girl!

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A Mystery Comedy Dinner Show

So, the teenager turned 15 this past week. It’s a pretty big milestone. Where we live, at 15, you can get a learner’s permit, you’re usually a sophomore in High School, and you’re half way to 30! So it’s a pretty big day!
We asked her what she wanted to do for her birthday and she decided that she wanted to go with 2 of her friends to a dinner theater.
We have a few good ones near us and they are all a lot of fun. We decided to go to Sleuth’s Mystery Dinner Show, which is also a comedy.

All 5 of us loaded up for a night of fun and food. It really was a lot of fun. You have a little food, watch some of the show, eat some more while discussing with your table who the murderer might be, then you watch a little more, ask some questions of the actors and then you get to eat dessert while the show concludes. It’s really very organized and a lot of fun!

We called ahead of time and told them that our teenager was coming for her birthday and do they do anything special. We ordered a cake and they told us they sing to all birthdays, give a little gift and of course the cake we ordered too.

The girls had a great time and so did the parents! We all loved it. The actors and the show was hilarious, the food was pretty good too and the staff was really excellent.

If you have or will become a tourist in the Orlando area then you should set a night to go to the Sleuth’s dinner theater. I promise you will love it!

It was a fun night and nothing Griswoldesk happened to any of us.

Happy Birthday to the Teenager!

What did you do for your last birthday? Or your child’s last party?

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Happy Birthday Crash…Here’s your Gift

Our puppy turned one this month. He was born one year ago, and honestly, the toddler in him has been beginning to show. We discussed the fact that it was time for Crash to lose some of his man parts. It’s quite a brutal tradition, I know, but it’s usually necessary in domesticated animals. They become wild beasts and if he were to slip past someone and get out! Oh my! No more puppies please!

So alas, the appointment needed to be made and I was in charge of this task. I was speaking with the vet’s office and making the appointment. The available date was July 13th. It didn’t hit me until she asked me for Crash’s birth-date. “Ohhh shoot! His birthday is actually the 13th” I tell her. After a short giggle and joke from each of us, I kept the 13th appointment, I mean, he has no idea it’s his birthday….right?

Now, if anyone else has ever had an animal “fixed” and had to deal with the dreaded cone, then you understand before even reading this why it’s the “dreaded cone”.

My poor guy, they brought him out to me all drugged and weighted down with this cone around his head. I could hear them coming down the hall. My pup with his head dragging and the cone scraping the ground and the vet coaxing him to raise his head. It was quite comical to hear. My pup was all stressed out and he has a puddle of drool and hair inside his nasty little cone. It was a LONG trip home.

Once home, he continued to drag his little head and crash into things. Once he would crash into something, he just froze there and waited for assistance. It was pathetic actually and sad that it was his birthday, however, it’s one we will always remember.

It was the next day when we finally had a little birthday celebration. (which yes, I know is way more for us than for him!)

It turned out to be a happy little birthday after all, and I don’t think he even remembers that on his actual birthday he gave away his boys.

Anyone else have funny birthday stories? What about funny stories about the “dreaded cone”?

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Updated Post Information:

A reader commented that it would be funny to visualize my hubby with the “cone” around his neck. I agreed 100%!