Weekly Humor Photo and other news

 *picture from San Antonio Zoo

It’s early tuesday morning and I’ve been woke up like 5 times during the night. OMG 2, 3:30, 4, 4:30 and 5…gosh it’s all that sleeping after work, I ’spose. 

 

 

 and yes, the early morning wake up call from Doug, who’s been on the computer since I don’t know when this morning. He woke me up to tell me that he found out  we’re not moving until may of next year to Texas as opposed to in 2 months from now.

 

 

   I’m happy in a few ways, I’m sad in a few others, and as if by some sheer sign,  I suddenly hear the dumb train whistles going off that I have learned to ignore for months now since living here in Kansas. 

 

 

 

 They come by a LOT, all through out the night and suddenly I start becoming aware of them again. weird.  From a parenting stand point, a military spouse is always supposed to be a little happy that her school age children get to move in the summer as opposed to the middle of the year! 

 

 

When orders come through for the Military, the family is lucky to get them for the summertime when moving is that much less painless for the kids.

  Big A will be very happy.  She didn’t want to leave her friends here.  Little A is more adaptable, she’ll be friends with anyone who smiles back at her. lol.

 

 

  Well I should go get ready for work.  I hope your day is happy, people.  (hugs) sweetie.

P.s.  Amanda, you can’t say goodbye to me yet lol.  Doug showed me your facebook.  haha.  Let’s do lunch.  We can debate the pros and cons of  marriage.

 

PPS~I’m so tired I accidentally used my husband’s toothbrush this morning.

getting all wrinkly and gray and crap

 

If I plucked every stray gray hair from the middle of my head that I’ve found lately, I’d have a little tell tale  bald spot by next month, or at least getting there. 

  Instead I color them sometimes with the hopes of camoflaging what most women don’t like to see at my age.  Even a tiny silver looking strand has me plucking.   And yet…men look so cool with salt and pepper colored hair! 

 What a rip off! 

   I’ve been sleeping a lot too  lately, especially after heavy excercise.

  I don’t know if that’s old age too or not, but I can’t wait to go from work, to my nice a/c cooled room and knock out for 2 hours.  I hear that old people take a lot of naps.  

But I won’t start worrying yet.   I guess I won’t get anxious until I start eating dinner at 4 p.m,

 wearing polyester with big floral prints,

 eating  jello and pie at every meal,

  complaining about technology,

 saying, “those damn kids!!” a lot,

 or going to bed while the sun is still shining.

  I get a lot of compliments at work on looking young.  Once clients peek over at my desk and look at all my pictures of my children, they realize I’m a little older than they thought.

  OMG. they say , “You don’t look old enough to have a twenty-something kid”  I can’t take any credit there.  My family has, young looking genes. 

 About the only sign my parents were ever aging, growing up was my dad’s small bald spot on the back/top of his head. 

 We affectionately called him “spot”. (maybe he tried plucking his gray hairs too!) 

  Today, he still has most of his hair, believe it or not, and  except for that “spot” he’s embraced the wisdom growing on top of his head…and oh yeah, he’s 73 and occasionally rides his bike….up to EIGHT miles sometimes, with my mom right there with him. 

 I guess age is just a number really, if you take good care of  your body, and excercise it. 

   When I visited my 21 year old daughter in Texas,  one of her friends paid me the highest compliment.  She said, “You don’t look like a mom!”  

 At my age, that’s good enough for me!

 

*picture above taken at San Antonio Botanical Gardens.  Cactus is a native plant  of N. Argentina