To all LadyBlogger readers everywhere,
1) Since I am 49, that means on December 17 (Please mark your calendars and shop accordingly), I will be 50. Fifty is halfway to 100, which I do not count on reaching; thus, I have passed up middle age without even knowing it. I am on the downhill slope. Everything from now on goes faster and apparently gets worse.
2) I can no longer see near or far away. Every year my eye sight gets worse and I need a new prescription. I celebrate this yearly event the only way I know how, by spending too much money on a new pair of plastic frames for my thicker lenses.
3) I am shrinking. I grew a half inch with child #2, and when you're topping out at 5' 3 1/2", this is a big deal. Well, I'm back down to 5' 2 3/4" again and that means I've begun to shrink. Soon I'll be asking the young people in grocery stores to get things down from the top shelf for me. And I'll be so grateful. And I won't realize that they're rolling their eyes as they walk away.
4) Athletes on TV look very young to me these days and I have begun referring to them as "kids." I, as an old person, am very concerned for the athletes who are turning pro without getting their college educations, because "How will they ever get a good job without a college education?"
5) I will soon be getting my AARP card in the mail, and can look forward to discounted prices at many places I can no longer afford because I have to save my money because I am old. After all, I still have five more years before McDonald's will give me a free small coffee.
6) I am losing my hearing. Okay, sometimes I do pretend that I don't hear when my family members ask me to do something for them, but other times I really don't hear them and then they get mad at me for pretending not to hear them. Can you believe that?
7) Young people, trying to be polite to old people, call me "ma'am." I hate that. It makes me feel old. And reminds me that I am not in my twenties. (In my head, Im in my twenties.) Mean little whipper snappers.
8) I can no longer use social media without young people (notably my children) laughing at me, snickering at me, or saying things like, "OMG, That's so cute..." By the time I figured out what Vine was, people stopped using it. My children will no longer "friend" or "follow" me, not because they don't want me seeing all of the inappropriate things they post on social media, but because they don't want to be a part of all of the embarrassingly inappropriate things I post on social media.
Well, dear readers, I think I'll stop at eight. There are countless reasons why 49 is a truly outstanding age, but I don't want to brag...
Bonnie a.k.a. LadyBlogger
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