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Then: One-Six
Now: Six–One
You wouldn't think both these combinations of numbers would start off with the same word. Six. *Six*teen. *Six*ty-One. But the English language is known for being a mind-boggling one to learn.
And just as mind-boggling is my having reached that second age. How in the world did this happen so fast?
When I look in the mirror, it's obvious that I am NOT 16 any longer. As it was just as obvious to the salesgirl in the mall yesterday. I asked her a simple question. What was she doing to the woman sitting in the chair across from her? And the next thing I knew, I was getting a blue cream smeared on my cheeks and under my eyes. And only on one side of my face, mind you. Of course, I think the salesgirl picked the droopier side and so when she held up the mirror to show me the difference, I immediately agreed with her, whipped out my debit card and bought this miraculous eye surgery cream! Everyone needs to buy themselves a birthday present, don't they?
But there are many times during the day when I still DO feel like a teenager. When I gossip with my good friends about other friends, it's just like we're still sitting on those quad steps. (Hey, don’t pretend gossiping stopped in high school.) When I play with my grandkids, my younger self walks right in and takes over my mind, allowing me to crawl into tiny spaces, jump on a trampoline and run around the backyard looking for aliens. And when I call my parents to tell them I've arrived home safely after only a twenty minute drive from their house to mine, I'm that teenager obeying orders. Yes...that 16 year old is still alive inside me.
And then again...there are times when I know I am NOT a teenager.
At 16, I could do 61 sit-ups in 60 seconds. Now I do 16 sit-ups in 61 seconds.
At 16, I could dance to "Satisfaction" all night. Now, I'm satisfied to stay home, eat a good meal and watch TV.
At 16, my hormones raged over hot guys. Now, they rage about every hour or so in one of those body soaking hot flashes.
At 16, I learned how to drive in the fast lane. Now, I'm learning to listen to my body and to slow down.
At 16, I ironed the curls out of my hair to get it bone straight. Now, I'm doing curls at the gym to strengthen my bones
At 16, I poured baby oil over my skin and watched the sun color it a shade darker. Now, I pour myself a martini and watch the sun color the sky as it slips below the horizon.
At 16, I was sweet. At 61, I'm not only sweet but savory. And saving room in my memory bank for all the good years yet to come.
And at 16, I couldn't wait to turn 17. Now...well...I'm looking forward to another birthday, but does it have to happen so quickly?
At 16, I argued with my mother, sister, etc tryng to make a point. At 61, I argue with my mom, sister, etc tryng to make a point. I’m beginning to figure out that its still not working. And I no longer expect that it will. Good thing you‘re the one writing the blogs, Janie. Now I think I’ll take you up on that martini and sunset.
Love ya Jeri
Janie, you look great for 61! Your blog was a good read and gave me food for thought. Although I’m not quite at 61, I know it will be here soon enough. Thanks
Tina - Yes, age is just a number!
Linda - Let’s both ignore the number of our age. Deal?
Justjer - You are too funny. OK. Martinis on the deck, sunset tomorrow.
Pam - I hardly look 16, but thanks for the compliment. On second thought, maybe that “eye surgery cream” is working.
Pouty - I’m glad you enjoyed this blog. 61 really is a great age!
Janie I loved your post . It made me smile. Many smiles sent your way!!!
Leeann - Thanks. And same to you. May many smiles come your way!
Hey Janie, I enjoyed reading your post I’ve always said you are young at heart and mind!
Wow40 - I agree. Age is really a state of mind. I’m you enjoyed my blog.
Great post I rarely fret about my age...what’s my altenative???
But at 16 I couldn’t believe how stupid my mom was...Now I believe every moment she is around is a blessing!
Foxfire - I feel the same way about my mom! She is now one of my best friends.
For some reason my comment didn’t appear. Was it because you didn’t want to read what I was going to write?
Janie as usual your read was very cute . Was it fiction? (about the gossiping)or should the truth be known?? I guess we can’t all be sweet all of the time. I hope your B-Day celebration was a good one.
Givalook - I always want to read what you’ve written! My B-Day was great, thanks.
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