Projects & Recipes
I was reading an article today. It laid down some lines as to exactly what is considered “middle aged”. Once again I am the last to know another tidbit about myself, it would seem I am middle aged. The actual defined numbers are 35 years of age to 58. I have been middle aged for 5 years and didn’t know it, and I thought my last obstetrician had the nerve to put my pregnancy in 2008 as geriatric.
After reading several articles and looking over the now phrases about age I am a bit confused on the math. If 40 is the new 20, and the real 20 is considered an immature old teenager…what the hell does that make me? The number is 40, I feel 20 but think like a late teen. I’m an utter mess I guess. I realize age is just a number even though there are days when I wake up my body screams, “leave me the hell alone I’m 80”.
Confession time. After all these years of being a tomboy, taking care of kids and birthing endless amount of kids I have decided I should attempt to find my feminine self. There has to be one inside me somewhere right? Even in high school I wore or owned very little make up. Mascara and eye liner was the limit. I have and do currently own a curling iron. On a few occasions I have tried to do battle with them and have lost, but am willing to give it another go. I have no fashion sense at all when it comes to myself. Cleaning out the chicken coop in heels and a ball gown are not in the grand scheme of things.
I have laid out many a challenge for myself, and have others issue them at me never giving up and seeing it through to the end. So here and now I lay down the challenge to myself to fine my femininity and see what I go to flaunt (don’t expect too much people I get lost in a hair brush isle). I will document my journey and can guarantee I will be asking for advice along the way.
In fact Macgyver made my first purchase for me today toward my goal of the new feminine me. See my new awesome lip balm to get me through the rough winter here in northern Minnesota. I think Ms. Peggy needs some of this lip junk too. Just Google it, most definitely worth the look up.
I’m guessing my new feminine me should not be shopping at L&M farming supply store.