It’s a scientific fact that once you hit your 40s, time speeds up. Days go by in seconds, years are like minutes. Unless you start paying attention to the presidential race.
Not only does your concept of time change, but the signs of aging increase exponentially. Where once before, it might take a decade for a new, tiny wrinkle to emerge, now things move at breakneck speed. Is this due to extreme stress? Or is it just the natural order of things? You decide.
“Mornin’, honey.”
“Morning.”
“Ahhh! GOD! What happened to your hair?”
“Huh? Oh, you mean this huge crop of white hair? That’s sticking right out in front in all directions, with the texture of a Brillo pad?” (Sips coffee.) “Well, our son told me yesterday he’s getting armpit hair and wants to start wearing cologne.”
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“Mornin’, hon–oh, holy crap! Jesus!”
“You’re looking at the giant crease across my forehead aren’t you.”
“Why…no…I didn’t even notice it. Ha, ha. I have no idea what you’re talking about. You look fine! Perfectly normal! Beautiful even! It adds character!”
“Yeah, I got that little gift after our daughter told me yesterday she wants to marry Justin Bieber and have his babies. And she plans on living with all of them in an apartment above our garage until she’s 30. But it’s okay. I’m perfectly fine with the fact that there’s a ridge deeper than the Mariana Trench dividing my forehead into three places. Truly. So what if I look like my face is in a permanent state of scowling. Most likely that’s how I feel inside anyway, so it all works out.”
“Wow. And it’s so…deep. And it’s still there! No matter what expression you make! Now it’s getting even deeper!”
“Shut up.”
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We love to point out how quickly people age. Apparently this indicates a person was under a severe amount of stress. Take for instance, our presidents.
George W. Bush, before and after his term:
Obama, before and after: (I have a sneaking suspicion these photos aren’t very accurate)
And the final proof.
This is me when I turned 40:
And this is me today:
But if I’m in the right light and use the correct makeup, you hardly notice.
She's A Maineiac 
it was not nice of you to use a picture of me and pretend it was you –
What’s really scary is that was a pic of me last week. I’m much worse now.
ha ha – I saw you on your video which you call something else I cannot recall now, and you cannot fool me–I did not see any tell-tale lines
Well, thank you, but that was because I installed my ‘soft-focus/wrinkle-free’ lens in my webcam. Trust me, I have three giant wrinkles across my forehead that seem to be growing by the minute. I look like a road map.
Lighting is everything.
“What honey? Oh no, I’m fine. That 7 watt bulb is plenty to read by.”
I’ve started living in complete darkness all day long. Last week I made the mistake of looking in the mirror in bright light and I passed out from shock.
You’re still young. You still have mirrors in your house.
I suspect that once I turn 50, the mirrors will be gone along with my stupid scale.
It’s probably no accident by Mother Nature that we also lose our ability to see things close up as we get older.
Excuse me, honey, can you stand over there? N,o a little farther. No, a little more. That’s perfect.
No kidding, Jackie. I feel very blessed that my own eyesight is so bad now, everything looks fuzzy and therefore younger.
I think you look absolutely smashing!! Not a day over 42, really. 😉
How is it one day you have a couple grey hairs, and literally the next freaking day you brush your hair and wonder where all the brown went? I mean, I know I’m stressed about my job, my bills, my hubs, my kids, my au pair, fall sports, traffic, weight loss (or the lack thereof), family issues, house repairs . . .
Wait, what was I talking about? I’ve forgotten. At least that is one good part about getting older . . . that your mind starts to leave. Pretty soon, I won’t even remember WHAT I was even worried about! Horray!!
Hope you are having a great day!
It’s incredible how fast it happens. You get a wrinkle. It’s tiny. Then one month goes by and it’s suddenly a mile long and deep. I’ve noticed that if I don’t make any facial expressions, I look good. But if I smile, it’s all over.
My husband has had gray hairs since he was 30. But it was always a distinguished salt-n-pepper. He turned 42 last month and I looked at the back of his head and it was nothing but a blanket of salt. At least he still has some hair left though. I suspect once our kids start driving and dating, it will all be a distant memory.
I am having a great day so far. Got my Justin Bieber notepad handy, ready for anything. 🙂
Great…so I have premature aging. Still, it’s not the worst premature thing I could have
True. But that other thing will come in due time.
There is help. For $457 per day, you can get jars and jars of face creams, hair coloring and wrinkle remover! For $450 flat you can have the ones I bought. Paper bags are WAY cheaper! And they are useful when you hyperventilate, too.
Yeah, why waste money on delaying the inevitable when you can just put a bag over your head? Or never turn on lights? Or look in the mirror?
The mirror is the key. Never, never look there. And don’t ask that question, either. Because the last time I asked who was the fairest, the mirror answered “The Dog.” And he is not aging gracefully, either. He does, however, avoid most mirrors.
I used to spend so much time getting ready in the morning in my 20s and 30s. Now I just rush as fast as I can, wash my face, brush my hair. Give a quick glance in the mirror (usually it’s by accident), say “EW!” then run away as fast as I can. I think my beauty routine works.
You are scaring the shit out of me; I’m 26 and I already have a smattering of white on my crown. I like being immature, not premature
Oh, you’ll be fine. Just fine! Just start tweezing those grays like I do.
I look back at pics when I was 26 and I always say the same thing, “Holy shit! I had smooth skin! My skin had a glow! A GLOW!!” Now? it’s pasty and saggy and looks like I was just hit by a frying pan. But you’ll be fine. Just fine. You’ll never age. Don’t worry.
awww! That is so sweet! I hope I am able to say nice things to younger people when I get old.
It’s comes with practice. I can’t wait to see what sweet things I say when I’m 50 or 60.
Haha, I actually was just thinking about this this morning when I saw a picture of Obama at the DNC! He sort of looks like Skeletor now… Rather unfortunate.
Skeletor! Ha! I probably should find a current photo of him. Maybe I’m too scared to see what I’ll find. What I think is funny about comparing presidents and how they seem to be quickly aging due to the stress, it’s pretty obvious they’ve aged mainly because THEY’VE AGED. It’s what happens.
Some people go completely gray by the time they’re 30. I don’t know if that makes you feel any better, but I’m gonna pretend it does.
And…you could totally be in your thirties. You don’t look OLD Darla. 🙂
My husband is all gray now. He started in his early 30s. He still has hair though, so he’s lucky there.
And you haven’t seen me up close in bad light. But thank you. I certainly feel as old as dirt, so that counts.
Damn, so the saying “You’re only as old as you feel” won’t work on you. 😦
I think OLD is always 10 years older than you are right now.
When I was 20, I thought 30 was old!
When I was 30 I thought 40 was near death.
And 50? – now that’s really getting old.
Technically 42 is near death. If the average lifespan for a woman is 78 years, I’ve crossed over to the dark side a few years ago.
Love it! Hahaha! Your conversation with your husband cracked me up!
Obama is dying his hair now. After the first year he had a lot of white hair growing in.
https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTj8Asi591dI06OwQux8giZG4tKhAawfAU51psKHUMnmGRGGYW4 I don’t know if that image will come up or not, but it sure looked a lot darker when I saw him on TV yesterday!
Hm….methinks Obama has a secret stash of Just For Men Color #25.
Happy Birthday Darlonica Lake! You don’t look a day over 25! And just remember, “crone” is a term of endearment in some cultures.
Thanks, Pegoliciousness! So I shouldn’t be concerned that at my last doctor’s appointment, the checkout sheet said: Advanced Age/Old Hag?
I believe “hag” is the medical term for “too hot to handle”.
Hey, Darlamity Jane – all of a sudden all of your comments have a snazzy little “post author” rectangle added to them. It’s like somebody throwing a party wearing a “hello I am the hostess” name badge because it’s such a big, honkin’ bash, like in high school, that most of the people don’t even know who’s throwing it, or where they are, or even what day it is, just that they are about to barf and you better hope it’s in your bushes and not on your mom’s best, silk-upholstered love seat.
Where’d you get it? The “post author” thingy, I mean.
I don’t really know. I changed my theme for the billionth time, this time to the brand spankin’ new Twenty Twelve theme. I love it, especially the font and how clean it looks.
But then I noticed the glaring little blue “author” tag and I can’t for the life of me figure out how to get rid of it. I’m sure it’s there in the whatchmawhoozit widget section but my brain is fried now, full of things like visceral pericaridium and parietal pleura. So I’m afraid I have to keep this name tag on for awhile. Just please don’t T.P. the front lawn or make out with your boyfriend in the upstairs master bedroom, it’s off limits.
Ok. Too weird. Something Dolly Parton said once stuck in my head and just this morning it came to mind as I was gazing in the mirror. It was: “Time marches on and then you realize it’s marching right across your face!” That may have not been *exactly it* but it’s close. Crazy, I hadn’t thought of that quote in years and now this post of yours!
I’ve been saying since my late thirties…”Under low light and a good fog, I look amazing!”
~d.
p.s. I didn’t get a chance to do anything but hit “Like” on your previous post. I hope you’re doing some better as the week is progressing. My boy has three years left and he’s done with high school. Last year he drove out the driveway in his own truck. I thought I was going to D..I..E. I feel your pain, big time. And I agree with everyone else who have said: it ain’t gonna get easier.. cause it hasn’t for us! Ugh. Hold strong and enjoy every second!
Ooh, yeah. Dolly Parton did say that, huh! I knew I had heard it somewhere. I pulled that title out and slapped it up there (I was in a rush writing this post, probably my quickest post yet) But how funny you were thinking about that the same day I posted this. Something in the air I guess?
As for your son–whoa. I am not nor will I ever be ready for my son to DRIVE anywhere. I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that he only has 2 years left until junior high. (and he’s getting armpit hair…dear god)
Hey? Is it your birthday? If so…have a very happy one!
Yes it was. It was a GREAT day. Thanks!
Be lucky you didn’t follow MY pattern. Receding hairline in my teens, grey hairs in my twenties, age spots … er … freckles in my forties….
I just figured I’d get the whole nonsense over early. Which is odd, because I usually procrastinate. When I remember what it was I wanted to do…..
Oh, you’re over there? Sorry, guess I was just chatting to that chair again…. 😉
See, my husband has a good receding hairline and is almost ALL gray now. He’ll just get a buzz cut now, but I always tell him to just shave it off. Go bald. It’s sexy. I would go bald if I could. My hair is always driving me crazy, such a pain in the ass.
Lay off the coffee, politics and only be seen in candle light. It will work wonder for your appearance. Oh, and try not to scrooch up your face when you are concentrating. I know. It’s hard. I have to remind myself to relax my facial muscles all the time.
Ha! All sound advice. I don’t know about the coffee, but I’m sure I can lay off the politics. I have had all I can take of that lately. My problem is, not only am I always concentrating and trying to remember things, but I can’t see very well either. So I squint. The crow’s feet resemble ostrich feet now. They are HUGE when I smile.
Yeah, me, too! I like to think that they add character to my face. If only everyone could live in my world and see things the way I do… sigh.
I just started using a Mary Kay tinted moisturizer and it performs miracles. Thanks for the laugh.
Oh, I so have to try that.
*spew* Bwahaha! And if either one of those president old guys had boobs, I’ll bet they’d be saggin! Thanks for making my day. 🙂
I just saw Joan RIvers do stand-up and she said her boobs sag so low she has to kick them out of the way when she walks. Yeah. We all know that feeling.
Gravity’s a bitch, isn’t she? At least she’s not selective. My great Uncle Jack (a rodeo hall-of-famer) use to quip that gravity was so unfair: that whenever he’d sit down for a “potty read,” his balls floated. RIP, Uncle Jack.
haha! OH MY GOD!! Joan Rivers had a similar joke–how it looks like the guy is steeping a cup of tea. (I am DYING over here…)
OMG, I think I just spewed Diet Dr Pepper out my nose.
Hope it didn’t get on your computer. Also, it’s not nice to laugh at an old lady like me. 😉
Ha! 🙂 It was really funny.
Darla, why do not you come up with something like, before blogging and after blogging! 🙂
I could probably use my before/after pictures above for anything. Before/after marriage. Before/after kids. Before/after blogging would be perfect.
I’ve had gray hair since my 20’s. I’ve gotten used to it (finally).
My husband recently replaced the bulbs over the bathroom sink with 1,000,000 watt bulbs. I had no idea I looked like I do. I smashed those bulbs and now I apply mascara using a night light. Much better. Much.
Happy birthday dear friend. Hope it is a good one.
I made the mistake of using one of those magnifying mirrors last week. Holy crap. Not good. Not good at all.
I have a smashing birthday, thanks, Katy. 🙂
I need to pluck my eyebrows but I’m afraid to look that closely (and I definitely need magnification).
Y’know, I hate plucking eyebrows so much, I once had a blog post all about the self-torture but never posted it. One day I swear to God I will just go with the unibrow look, screw it.
Darliciousness! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!
I’m wishing all God’s choicest blessings on your big day.
And, really, you look mahvelous. Can I tell ya? You, look. MAHVELOUS 🙂
Why, thank you, Tar. I think the huge tuft of white hair really offsets the gray pasty skin.
That’s it. I am savoring the rest of 33 hard if this is what 40 brings! 🙂
33! Oh! How I remember 33! …so young…so vibrant and full of life…sigh….
Stinkin’ fabulous!
I’ve had to deal with gray hair since my 20’s and I’ve decided I can handle the wrinkles that are arriving faster than the waves break on the shore. It’s the sagging boobs that have me stealing my husband’s rolls of duct tape. Ah, yes, the splendors of aging. All in all though, the 40’s are a pretty cool decade! .
Yeah. Y’know, having to pick UP your boobs to put them inside your bra is very disconcerting.
Okay, fine, self-deprecation doesn’t work, let’s go for object flattery.
Oh, WOW! If you look so great now, with the HIGHLY overstated “ravages of age”, you must have knocked guys cold DEAD when you were in your 20s. Besides, women and wine only get better with age! (Insert wolf-whistle here. 😉 )
Rats! Make the ABJECT flattery. Swing and a miss, strike two! 😀
…hey…abject or object…it’s all good.
I think I will have to copy and paste this comment, then slap it up on top of my blog in the tagline. Best comment ever, John.
Ha! Hilarious, as always. Thanks for the laugh. 🙂
Why is everyone laughing? this is really how I look now. I am so confused.
Darla, you should think about starting a tv show, all your own. I am sure it will be syndicated 🙂 You can bring humor to the most scary stuff! Me, I am nearing 40 and have never given much thought to wrinkling. That was like five minutes till now. Now I am scared! am heading out to shop for some magic potions right now! tee hee! see you around 🙂 just label your pictures well so I still recognize you 🙂
A TV show all about me? Hmm…why do I think this is a brilliant idea?? Hey, if Honey Boo Boo can get her own show…
Don’t be scared about wrinkles. You still have a few years left. And there’s always Botox.
Unfortunately, time didn’t wear the proper jack-boots when marching on W’s face….I mean at least some football cleats, Dude…
and I’m thinking those two photos were really only taken a few days apart.
I remember getting my first gray hair in my 20s, and thinking it was pretty cool. I remember having three gray hairs that I could locate if I spent a few minutes looking for them, and that was still pretty cool. I remember being shocked one day when I was suddenly able to see a dozen gray hairs without having to search for them. That day was a long, long time ago.
This is where I’m at now. I had my first gray a few years ago and also thought it was kinda neat. “Hey! Look! It’s sticking out! How cute! And it has the texture of a brillo pad! What the hell?”
Now I find a few more popping up every day. And they all seem to want to be front and center so I can be sure to see them. Oh, and I have zits too. Zits and grays. What a classic combo!
Who are you kidding? I saw your last vlog and that beautifully unlined complexion and thought you looked marvelous! No kidding. Even with sunscreen, us southerners squint so much that our eyes get crows feet by the time we are twenty. And I’m staring down the barrel of 50 – due to arrive in single digit days. Yikes!
But I did hear that presidents age 4-8 yrs. per year in office. And I remember wondering what in the world they showed Obama that made his hair turned white. It happened overnight. Did he see the evidence of the aliens?
I will have to take a TRUE photo of my wrinkles to show you guys. Well, no..that might be too scary. Gotta keep the illusion alive. I have HUGE crow’s feet. They really resemble craters. Squinting is my full time job–I have super light blue eyes that catch on fire in dim sunlight.
Happy pre-50 bday! You don’t look it. You are hot stuff. It kinda bothers me when people say, “you look good…for your age.” So what you’re saying is I look like crap in general?
Fan-freaking-tastic. And I appreciate your bipartisan approach to showing how crappy our presidents look as they move through the Office. Let’s note, Obama has more time to really develop those deep ridges.
You’re like a good potato chip, Darla. You’ve got ridges.
(With hair in the bag.)
That sounds disgusting.
I hope your day was great.
I add 5 years to my real age.
Because I look freaking great for 49. 😉
Just wait until I’m 50 in November!
I had to make sure to show my support for neither Republicans nor Democrats. Both sides age terribly. Both sides piss me off lately.
I LOVE your potato chip/hair comment. You leave the best comments, Renee.
Y’know, I never thought it would make more sense to ADD years to my age. Duh! You are hot for 49. Yowza!
Right? All those elderly women who are all: “I’m 29.” Whaaat? That makes no sense. If they just said: “I’m 106.” Well, wouldn’t we all be impressed? Like I said, I’ll blog about this for my birthday in November. When I’m 50. I hope your b’day was awesome.
Renee! You turn 50 in November? I go in December. I’ll make you a deal – I’ll go get snockered on your birthday, and you can go get plastered on mine. Deal? (That’ll work GREAT for you, you can go into the whole Christmas brouhaha with a skinful! 😀 )
if that’s what happens to your face after becoming president, i will never run for office
That was the deciding factor for me.
On the plus side, now you can pose for those bitter old lady greeting cards, and those are usually pretty funny.
(But for the record, I stand by what I said on Tuesday – you don’t look a day over 29!)
“you look like a bitter old lady” but not a day over 29? Smooth recovery effort there, Jules. Snort.
I’m with you on that, Peg. Snort – ;).
Yeah. What Peg said. Nice try, Julsey-Drawers.
Give it twenty years or so, you start slowing down. Well, bits of you do, anyway! Your last pic cracked me up, Darla! I had a LOL moment. Not a ROFLMAO moment though, cos otherwise my body would probably sieze up! 😉
Twenty years or so?!My body is in agony now and slowing down already. I can’t imagine how I’ll be in my 60s. And I exercise nearly every day just to maintain my general aches and pains.
Hi Darla — Happy Birthday! I hope it was a great one. I was just discussing this the other day with my husband, the whole aging thing. Of course, I really can’t have any sympathy for your newly emerging gray hairs — I got my first (first two, actually) when I was sixteen! And they just keep multiplying. And you’re right. Why is it that gray hairs have such a difficult texture? Either way, I think you look lovely, and even in your old, old age, your sense of humor is sharp as a tack. 🙂 Kidding! You know, all you have to do is pick up a magazine next time you’re at the dentist and you’ll see that 40 is the new 30. I guess New 30 is kind of like New England. Nobody believes it’s England, but it’s damn cool in its own right. Happy New 30, my friend!
Melissa! There you are! Does this mean you’re back again? I’ve missed you. I’ll have to email you later today.
Anyway, yes the magazines don’t lie. Whenever I pick one up, they conveniently section off women into categories by age. I’ve noticed that more often than not, I am in the second to last one. Right before the “50s and Beyond” group. Not a good sign. Only a few more years and I’m looking down that barrel of ‘beyond’.
Hey Darla! I’m not back blogging yet, but I am visiting all my peeps to see what you’ve been up to.
Yes, it’s crazy, the age-sectioning trend. When I turned 35, I was bumped up into a new category, 35-44, which wasn’t so bad. But then on some forms, I’m in the 35-XX, where XX is just some random terminal digit they pulled based on the average lifespan.
My dad also shared this concept with me once, “age-nearest-birthday.” And what it means is that once you’ve passed your half-birthday, you are, in terms of insurance, considered as old as you will turn on your next birthday. Which means every time my half-birthday rolls around, I’m already a year older on paper!
I do have a reply to these concepts, and the “beyonds” you mentioned: As the young people say, “Whatevs.”
Yeah, dude. Totally. Whatevs! I need to adopt this laid-back chill attitude about things more. Really takes the edge off.
Well, I hope you are enjoying your long break with the family!
Happy Birth Day, Darla. Wishing you all the happiness, peace and laughter. 🙂
I was not sure if it was your Birth Day, until I saw Melissa’s comment on your post. I hope you had a great day.
Well, thank you much, Arindam. My day was full of peace (the kids were in school and my husband at work) and laughter. I laugh every day, helps keep me somewhat sane.
Oh my gosh, I should have been prepared for your shenanigans on that last picture. Unfortunately, I was not …
I LOST it. Good one, that doesn’t happen to me very often. 🙂
Shenanigans? Me? (batting eyes) Never! Yeah, I had fun with that photo.
Wow! That after photo. I’m a believer, Darla. Age just doesn’t creep up on you after your 40. It does a tap dance on your face. (You do know that I’m much older than you, don’t you – even though I keep celebrating the ANNIVERSARY of my 39th birthday.) 🙂
This year, instead of celebrating the anniversary of my birthday, I thought I’d just be happy I’m alive and breathing and able to drink large amounts of wine and eat nothing but chocolate birthday cake for dinner. It was the perfect day.
For some reason I get handsomer and handsomer as I get older, kind of like a Benjamin Button thing. I’m worried I should see a doctor but whenever I ask people about my condition, nobody ever seems very sympathetic.
That has to be such a heavy burden to carry, GG. I feel for you.
I must know your secret!
Soft focus camera lens. And make sure everyone around you is blind as a bat.
It bothers me that I will age, but what I hate is that I’m not getting wiser. That was the trade-off I was promised. Maybe wisdom is an illusion, and we get better at faking it as we age.
I think you are WAY head of most in the wisdom department for thinking that. It is all an illusion. We’re all just faking it.
Do you have kids yet? because that is proven to kill more brain cells than anything else in life. I used to pretend I knew more about life before kids. Now my mind is in a constant hazy fog of “what the hell is going on?”
No kids. Not married. Not thinking of having kids anytime soon. Perhaps later. But who knows? Minds change. As for the mind haze, that’s me for as long as I can remember!
I hear ya. If I think back (if I can focus long enough) I think I’ve always been a bit fuzzy. I like to consider myself more as a daydreamer/creative type. Yeah, that sounds better!
I tried something new this summer. No make-up…just cute clothes, cute shoes, sunglasses, a tan and a smile on my face. Then, I saw the grandma picture of me holding the new little one…omg…I looked like a grandma…I’m back to the morning regimen of foundation, blush and mascara.
40 something is a wonderful age! Happy Birthday to you.♪
No make up, cute shoes and a smile? That is all any woman needs! You look gorgeous, darlink!
If I needed a laugh and didn’t know it…I know it now! The end of this post: priceless, and may be worth a few thousand jars of wrinkle cream! 🙂 And, I didn’t comment on your previous post, but I know those emotions so well. As Maycee grows up and lets go a little more each year you wonder, “Where is all the time going?” Love and hugs, XOXO, SWM. ♥
I will have to break down one day and buy some wrinkle cream. But I have this feeling they don’t work. I’d rather just make fun of myself instead.
My daughter doesn’t want to be seen with me now when I pick her up at school. She gets embarrassed! Of me! oh, the humanity! She’s not even six years old yet! (sniff, sniff)
I bought some makeup that was promoted as being “Age Defying”. My younger son pointed out that it appeared to be false advertising after I applied it liberally to my face. He used to be my favorite…
(shaking head) Kids: can’t live with them, can’t live without them, can’t leave them in a tree house in the neighbor’s backyard.
That’s why everybody needs to know a good old-fashioned Chicagoan like me. We have the ancient knowledge to get rid of “inconvenient truths” …. and other inconvenient things…. PERMANENTLY….. 😉 😀
You can’t? Since when?
Hope you had a great birthday, DarDar! You still look hot to me. I had no idea you’d do the dreads after your hair turned gray. It’s a good look for you.
I have no idea why this popped in my head (maybe when I saw you with the gray-colored dreads), but I was just now remembering the day that my iPad auto-corrected “She’s A Mainiac” to “She’s a Man”. I still think your stat hits would go through the roof if you changed your blog name to this. Something worth considering.
Right after I hit “post” I noticed I twice wrote “I had/have no idea” in my comment. I have no idea why I wrote this twice. I don’t have a lot of ideas these days.
And I have no idea why I spelled “Maineiac” wrong.
And the sad thing is, I didn’t even notice. I repeat myself a lot in my old age.
And the sad thing is, I didn’t even notice. I repeat myself a lot in my old age.
The above joke was so lame!
The above joke was so lame!
Maineiac is in the title of my freakin’ blog and even I have a hard time spelling it right.
I have been known to write Childhood Relieved. Many times.
Confession: Now when I see your blog title, I picture a little kid relieving himself onto a tree in the backyard. Not that my son ever did that..heh heh…oh, LORD, no.
When I read your suggestion: She’s A Man, I snorted so loud, the house shook. Coffee AND milk shot out my nose.
Your blog is sure looking mighty ad-elicious today!
PS I just played your ad. I don’t know if that earns you anything but I expect a cut of those big bucks.
I’m sure you just earned me 1/10000th of one penny. Thanks.
Okay then, I’ll click a few more times today. I’m sure your family needs to eat something tonight.
Ooh! Maybe I can scrounge up enough money to buy one Cool Ranch Dorito? I’ll let me kids have first dibs and just inhale the rest of the Dorito dust that’s left over. mmmm MMMM!
Why, it’s ad-tastic!! I just did a bunch of research on how to get it to switch to the three ad option you and Jules have, and from what I gather, it need approval from the advertiser. But WP is working on making it easier for me to switch to it in the near future. Maybe. Hopefully?
I think not caring is the best thing about aging. I wish I had been this laid back in college. Back then I felt like I was going to be arrested if I left the house unpretty. Now I’m like, go ahead world and just try to comment on my messy hair. I dare you (that’s mostly before having my coffee).
I’m with you. I just went to the grocery store yesterday with my hair in a ratty ponytail and zero makeup, with undereye circles and zits on my chin. I don’t care. I live on the edge now.
I have a sneaking suspicion that second photo of you isn’t very accurate, either.
Hmm…I don’t know. You DID see me up close and personal in real life recently. I was looking pretty haggard then, wouldn’t you say? (more like frazzled…)
Happy Birthday Darla. My advice is you look as old as you feel.
I have noticed over the last few months that I am always being asked if I need help with my packing in the supermarket. I usualy reply, “no thanks, but I could do with some help paying for it”.
Does that ever work? I should really try that…playing the ‘ma’am’ old lady card to get free food. yes!
Based on how mah-velous those silver dreadlocks look on you, Darla, I believe what you’re saying is that aging is something to look greatly forward to! (Sort of like Christmas morning, but for adults. Can’t wait to see what presents magically appear on my face!) 🙂