So, what if I'm 40?

I wish I could at least update my blog once a week. There is so much to tell. Lately, things have been a little gloomy for me.

I turned 40 on October 26th of this year. That particular day was really nothing to celebrate. The day went by like any other day. I was hoping I could just skip over it and wake up the day after. My wonderful co-workers had a nice surprise when I came to work with everything decorated in black. Why black I wonder? Does this mean I can now begin to write my own obituary? I always thought that life begins at forty and boy was I was waiting on it; back when I was twenty.

Well, I have decided that in my forties, I going to slow down and appreciate each moment. In addition, I'm going to pay attention to something very important; myself.

*I don’t have to worry about diapers, car seats, strollers, sippy cups, monogram clothing, diaper rash, or potty training at least not for someone but myself.

*I don’t have to worry (anymore) about young men flirting with me at the mall or in the grocery store. They were really getting on my last nerve!

*I can give young ladies advice and they actual believe me. After all, I’m forty now!

*I no longer worry about stretch marks from childbirth. The rolls of fat have concealed them forever.

*I don’t have to worry about anyone noticing (including my husband) that I have gained 10lbs.

*I’m growing facial hair, nose hairs & other hairs. My youngest, said the other day in all his innocence, “Mom, you need to use daddy’s shaver”, as he uses the tweezers to pull hairs from my chin.

*I can color my hair this weekend some really unusual color like Plush Plum, Sapphire Black, or even Radiant Red, since I am beginning to see the gray and no one will question my motive.

*I have conducted my own action research on push-up bras. No matter how low your breast hang, these bras will make you look wonderful. Just pray the straps don’t break while you are out in public.

*I don’t have to worry about someone asking me if I'm going to have any more children. (But they may ask me in awe, “Are you pregnant?” because of fat that has mysterious accumulated around my waistline)


What a wonderful beginning of life!