I was mistakenly so stressed about turning 40 in 2012. It has been a fantastic 5 months so far and every day is a new adventure. Is it because 40 is a magical age? No. I just decided that life was going to be about making me a priority and not an afterthought. And my 40th birthday seemed to be the best place to start. So embrace it, luxuriate in it and definitely don’t stress about it. —Not Just Content; Ecstatic!
This article appears in Feb 21-27, 2013.
This was a great post, considering the big 40 is on the horizon for me! I hope I can say the same once I’m officially ‘over the hill’ and have reached ‘cougar’ status!
NurseHezz – darling girl, I went yippee! on my 40th, threw all my makeup away – then, 50 – even better ’cause I had the wisdom and confidence of experience – now, I’m a year and a bit from 60 and still rocking, girlfriend! You’re just a young chickie to me! Cougar – the word makes me shudder! And as far as being over the hill, I’m not only over the hill but through the dale! Now where in the hell is grandma’s house?
^^ waving my arms madly^^ over here! and i just pulled a couple sheets of cookies out of the oven.
(i love being officially ‘crone’)
I’m gonna make sure the last half of my life is better than the first half even if it kills me.
“Each hour wounds; it’s the last that kills” – Anon.
I am over 40, but definitely not over-the-hill….I do like to bake tho–hey GDM pass me one of those yummy cookies of yours;)
I may not be “over the hill”, but I have an excellent view :/
Truism – You’re only as old as you feel.
i shall toss cookies (no! not that kind of tossing cookies) i shall toss ’em like clay pigeons in the air hollering PULL every time.
maybe i should say hurl cookies, no, that’s not right either. how about chuck ’em. no because i would want to chuck them UPwards, and that could be construed as upchuck.
dammit,. no matter where i turn there is regurgitation peeping up
i have a good friend who turned fourty yesterday. she is a sweetheart and doesn’t look her age *waves* i love pink and mauve
loves pink and mauve too. hoping my lilac will flower this year, the scent can make me swoon. i will be 61 this summer, and accidentally watched a health type program on netflix called ‘hungry for change’ so started eating fruit this week.
Lilacs are my favorite flower and I love, love, love the scent.
i grew up in winnipeg and every house seemed to have lilacs, so in late spring, walking to school, we would tear off a lilac branch and take to school for teacher. miss d in kindergarten got so many lilacs (she was young, pretty and had a motorcycle cop for a boyfriend ) the school janitor had to bring in washtubs to hold them all.
i got my tiny lilac from an old guy who pots up seedlings to keep busy, and i have been waiting 5 years for it to be big enough to flower. it’s just off the back deck and should scent the house when it gets really big. next flowering will be the honeysuckle, then lilies.
we planted a bush last year in memory of the hound, it’s dark purple and it should flower this year
I have fond memories of lilac bushes myself.
I could pass a rose bush without stopping but, impossible to pass a lilac bush without stopping to smell the flowers.
i love riding my bike when they’re in bloom, i have favourite streets where the lilacs are the perfect height for a drive by sniff
Yes, forty is on my horizon too Hezz except I’m looking in the opposite direction.
yves rocher has a nice lilac scented hand cream and liquid soap. i think i am finally ready for spring.
The scent of lilacs always makes me feel good.even when i feel blue.
How about “Fling” cookies, GDM? Or “lob”? Maybe “launch”? Or, in keeping with local colloquialisms, you could always “whiff, wing, or whip” them too.
Just try to “biff” a few my way, please?? I love home made cookies
fling? oh my, that has sparked the monday sillies in my brain….these are oldies.
book titles…
Spots on the Wall, by Whoflung Poo
Change the Sheets, by I P Knightly
Clang goeth the Toilet, by I P Nickles
I thought it was “Rusty Bed Springs” by I.P. Knightly? Maybe it was the second in a series? lol
Many say “The Outhouse Dash” by Willy Maykett is a really shitty novel. (Autobiographical. Essentially an hourly journal of events related to his first taste of authentic Indian food) But it was the first honest log he pushed out so I cut him a bit of slack. Some describe it as being too watered-down but I personally think it was a solid result. I just tell these people to stop pushing, sit down, relax and just let it flow and 9 times out of 10, you’ll be satisfied with the outcome. It’s not suitable for a younger reader though as it does tend to get a bit spicey at times.
hahahaaha that’s the right one! i had a brain fart and had to make something up. the only one i ever remember is who flung poo, that noted chinese scholar.
I prefer the famed Greek author, I.M. Ridiculous. I just finished his first book, “The Gyro in Me” and really liked it. Real meaty book.
I am now just starting his second one, “The Sound of Moussaka”. I was told that it is really colourful with lots of different layers so I’m looking forward to it. I’ll let you know how it dishes out.
eew, eggplant
it’s good when done right…
and utterly horrible when not.
Kinda like coleslaw.
not my fave even when cooked properly, tho i’d pick eggplant over spheres of orange blech
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tSfgIa_hG0
kinda like baba ganoush, i made a moroccan eggplant dish with lots of lemon and garlic, not bad. losing the skin is the best, it’s bucky
my favorite baba ganoush
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jM9-Qh5s3s
haha, good one
Tempura eggplant is pretty good, but I’m pretty sure tempura could make just about anything palatable.
FUCK I hate Gordon Ramsey.
His former mistress has a show on Lifetime where she helps other mistresses to stop fucking other peoples’ husbands.
I second that emotion, Kitty – Gordon Ramsey is totally loathesome and has a face like an atrophied twat.
Having eaten at one of his restaurants last week, I can tell you that -like him or hate him- he definitely knows the difference between a cook and a chef.
That’s not to mention the produce… my loaded potato was the size of both my fists put together. Marco taught him well.
I wouldn’t mind seeing him try his resto-rehab at some mobbed-up Italian eatery in Jersey.
Let Paulie and Silvio teach him some basic courtesy with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.