Getting Older Sucks!

It is with great disdain that I inform everyone that I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am, indeed, getting older. Here is how I know:

1.Kevin was watching basketball on TV the other day when it cut to a clip of the bouncing cheerleaders waiving their pom-poms and tossing their bowed and curled ponytails. I asked him if he was, for some odd reason, watching high school basketball. He asked me why on earth I would think he would be doing that and I replied that it was because all of the cheerleaders looked like they were 14. Kevin chuckled and informed me that he was, in fact, watching college ball and that the cheerleaders were all adults. That would have been enough, but he elaborated with, "See, if you are lucky enough to go to college strait out of high school and finish with your bachelor's degree in 4 years, that means these girls are probably in their early 20's. They just look so young to you because you're basically 4 years out of college. You're old, babe."

2. When watching America's Next Top Model I often put myself in the contestant's shoes. What would I do if I were given that challenge? How would I react if they wanted to do that to my hair? What would I do if she said that to me? Of course, all of my answers to these questions are much more rational behaviors than any one of the girls' on ANTM. And then someone on the show makes a comment about the models' ages. Oh, ya. I'm 8 years older than her....that makes sense....

3. I've been looking at some old pictures of myself and noticing how flat my tummy used to be, how smooth my skin used to be, and how perky my chest and butt used to be. Gravity has taken hold and it has an iron grip!

And worst of all....

4. I need to trim my nose hair. Yup. I took a good look in the mirror this morning and realized that the horrid curse on older women is starting to creep upon me. I have hair growing in places that it never did before! Not only do I need to trim my nose hair, I also have a couple of really annoying black hairs that keep growing out of the right side of my chin. Dang it!!!

I once heard a phrase, "youth is wasted on the young." Boy, is that true. If I could rewind time and have my teenage years back (smooth, hairless skin, perkiness, and all) and I knew what I know now, to quote my sister, "I would be awesome!" But I guess that would just be too much awesomeness to handle. So, we trade beauty for experience.

To make myself feel better I took a headshot of myself and then airbrushed the heck out of it! Ha! Take that, father time!

Check out http://www.iheartfaces.blogspot.com for the contest this photo was entered into!