Soup and Coffee
My father's parents had a dining ritual that would drive my dad nuts. Wherever we went, local diner to upscale restaurant, they would order soup and coffee for dinner. He thought they were being cheap. I think they just stopped being hungry. This same thing is happening to me now and it's scaring me. Of course, I'm still young so I eat my way past the feeling. But the truth is I am usually full after eating the starter bread. I'm definitely full if I have an appetizer.
What does this mean? I must be getting older. This can't be, because mentally I'm still in my 20's. Still there are little signs all around me that I may in fact be getting older.
Other signs? A twinge in my knee before it starts to rain. Driving down the highway cranking a freakin' awesome song and then the station identification comes on. "Keep it here on Lite FM. The greatest hits from the 70's, 80's and very early 90's."
Marionette lines. Have you heard of them? They are the lines on the side of your mouth that become more prominent as we age. As I age.
I recently made a big decision about lines and wrinkles. I'm going to stop buying creams and serums and I'm going to start saving for the real deal. Procedures, surgeries, injections. That's where I'm going to put my money from here on out. Because I'm officially waging war against marionette lines starting now.
Still all is not lost. I actually got carded last year. I think I was wearing a cheerleading outfit so a bit deceptive. But it counts. Some misguided soul wasn't sure if I was 21 yet.
There are aspects of getting older that I really enjoy. Caring so little about what other people think. Anonymity. Or on a positive note, I like surprising people when I tell them my age. I love the crinkles men and women get around their eyes. Those lines that come from smiling. And I find it so distressing when people have them removed, Robert Redford you know who you are.
I do understand their decision and I no longer judge them. They are fighting the same battle. You go girl or guy. Nip, tuck, sew, suck. Whatever it takes to make you feel young and beautiful. I'm not ready to go gently into that good night.
In the beginning of this year I wrote down my goals and one of them was to get in Demi Moore shape. At 44, she's older than I am. I later heard from a reliable source, Entertainment Tonight I think, that Demi has had approximately $250,000 in plastic surgery. So I've modified my goal. I want to look as good as Demi did before she went under the knife a multitude of times.
I'm wondering if she orders soup and coffee when dining with Ashton. If she doesn't yet, she soon will. That's just the way it goes.
What does this mean? I must be getting older. This can't be, because mentally I'm still in my 20's. Still there are little signs all around me that I may in fact be getting older.
Other signs? A twinge in my knee before it starts to rain. Driving down the highway cranking a freakin' awesome song and then the station identification comes on. "Keep it here on Lite FM. The greatest hits from the 70's, 80's and very early 90's."
Marionette lines. Have you heard of them? They are the lines on the side of your mouth that become more prominent as we age. As I age.
I recently made a big decision about lines and wrinkles. I'm going to stop buying creams and serums and I'm going to start saving for the real deal. Procedures, surgeries, injections. That's where I'm going to put my money from here on out. Because I'm officially waging war against marionette lines starting now.
Still all is not lost. I actually got carded last year. I think I was wearing a cheerleading outfit so a bit deceptive. But it counts. Some misguided soul wasn't sure if I was 21 yet.
There are aspects of getting older that I really enjoy. Caring so little about what other people think. Anonymity. Or on a positive note, I like surprising people when I tell them my age. I love the crinkles men and women get around their eyes. Those lines that come from smiling. And I find it so distressing when people have them removed, Robert Redford you know who you are.
I do understand their decision and I no longer judge them. They are fighting the same battle. You go girl or guy. Nip, tuck, sew, suck. Whatever it takes to make you feel young and beautiful. I'm not ready to go gently into that good night.
In the beginning of this year I wrote down my goals and one of them was to get in Demi Moore shape. At 44, she's older than I am. I later heard from a reliable source, Entertainment Tonight I think, that Demi has had approximately $250,000 in plastic surgery. So I've modified my goal. I want to look as good as Demi did before she went under the knife a multitude of times.
I'm wondering if she orders soup and coffee when dining with Ashton. If she doesn't yet, she soon will. That's just the way it goes.
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