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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Lies and Fairy Tales


I lack a good pictorial spread, and anything of substance to say but feel compelled to litter the WWW with my thoughts and opinions once again.
So I turned to Plinky.


Out of the five prompts/questions I decided to truthfully : ) answer whether or not I've ever lied about my age.

Here goes. No.

I don't think so. I remember buying Malt Duck (how nasty, nasty, nasty was that ? Yuck!) when I was below drinking age, but we knew of a teeny mom and pop gas station that sold the foul brew to just anyone. So. Not for the purpose of drinking illegally.

And, even though the number makes me cringe sometimes, I don't lie about my age to seem younger than what I am. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty thrilled that though gravity and the gray fairy have caught up with me, that I don't look my age. There is nothing that makes my day (and possibly ruins 24s) as when someone thinks 24 and I are sisters. Yes!!!!! And when I was in my mid-thirties and we frequented amusement parks I'd love the guys who promised a prize if they could not guess your age or weight. (I would have never picked the weight guy...ugh....there was a stupid scale!!!) They always underguessed my age by a mile. Yes!!!!!! Thanks, Mom and Dad, for the genes.

Today...I got my eyes checked. And they strongly suggested I go ahead and consider the bifocals since that is inevitable. And at 48....sooner than later. Nope. I will wear the new glasses to see movies and signs better, but I will fight bifocals....until I cannot fight any more (probably because I can't see the weapons/enemies. : )

Oh. It does help to refuse to act my age.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

LOVE THE HAT girl, But it's so last year!! Grin!

A friend of mind took me to see Menapause the musical last night. Oh, Girl!! Can we talk? That show was hysterical! Several church ladies were in our group and I thought many of them would be loosing it on the last two songs!! Pretty risque for that crowd. Thought I would fall out of my chair laughing!when one of the gals was clothes shopping and looked at herself in the mirror and tried stuff on. There was a sceen in there about not how the eyes go after awhile. I sure needed to laugh last night. I say we can never get enough laughter!

You'll have to catch the show when it comes to your town! Take your girls you all will love it!

Nora :D

Kim said...

Kelly - you crack me up!! I think my hubby and I are afraid to get our eyes checked, because I think we BOTH need reading glasses - and we're 43!! Great day in the morning!

I think we read too much!:)

Kelly Klepfer said...

Yes. That's it reading has ruined my eyes...it's not age at all. Ha.