The good young days

While I have no qualms about getting older and will happily tell people my age (33) there is an aspect of aging that kind of sucks… all the ailments and “health” issues that seem to pop up and be generally unavoidable. [And oh my gosh, now I’m going to talk about my ailments, call me Grandma Michelle.]

This is now one of the main topics of conversation when I get together with my friends – between that and our kids, we are pretty set, which is rather sad considering we obviously used to be able to talk about other things since the kids and health issues are relatively new to the scene. But that’s reality, we’re no desperate housewives. Healthwise, between us we’ve had two gall bladders removed, developed gluten aversions, wear hearing aids and have trouble digesting certain foods – to name a few (because the whole laundry list is just as uninteresting as the ones on this list).

As for me, I take iron because my hair falls out; calcium with Vitamin D to help maintain my bone density; Prilosec to combat heartburn and an ulcer. Not to mention Gas-X, a multivitamin, B-6 Complex and Biotin. I cannot see without my contacts, literally, I’m nearly blind. My knees randomly hurt and crack when I crouch down. I can’t sleep on my back because it makes my neck hurt and then I end up with the worst headache ever. I can’t sleep on my stomach because… well, that’s not a new thing, I’ve never been able to sleep on my stomach. The point is, these were things I never thought about 10 years ago – or even 5 years for that matter – and I kind of miss that state of unknowing bliss, when I took it all for granted because there was nothing bothering me (aside from my faulty tonsils that I got rid of 8 years ago).

But the scary thing is, in another ten years, I’ll probably look back at this decade and think that I had it so good. And I’ll probably be right. Because the odds are someone I know will get cancer or some other terrible, life-threatening disease and that is no joke. The problems just get bigger and the stakes higher. So right now I’m just going to be thankful for my little aches and pains and keep praying for unknowing bliss. Because there’s no going back and there’s go getting younger, despite what we see in magazines. But if I could wish for one thing, it would be for my hair to stop falling out because at some point, I’m going to go bald and I do still have my vanity.

The difference a year makes

The photo above was from almost exactly one year ago. We spent the afternoon at Frog Hollow Park with our good friends, the DeBaets’ and had so much fun (obviously). Jack was the magical age of 20 months old and obviously thrilled with life.

Here are my observations about this past year, many things have changed but many things remain the same.

  • Since then, Sarah and Brian have added another little guy to their family – we love baby Wesley!
  • Sarah and I made plans on Friday to go to Frog Hollow with all the boys, but ended up just going to their house as a Sarah was worn out after a morning doctor’s appointment – what a difference an extra child makes.
  • Instead, we ended up going to Frog Hollow on Sunday as a family; as usual we stopped at Sonic on our way for half-off slushies.
  • On our way home we braved a new restaurant and tried the Beltline Bar – we decided that we like Little Mexico better and that people named Ben David should not be servers.
  • Jack was wearing two layered onesies – I was just thinking the other day how I miss the cute, soft onesies but that it had been FOREVER since Jack wore one, but really, not that long ago.
  • Liam still does the some of the same things at Frog Hollow that he did last year – swings, balance beam, slide – but he’s now added monkey bars and scaling the “rock” wall to his repertoire.
  • Jack is still thrilled with life, but not nearly has happy about it. As proof, I offer this photo I shared on Facebook yesterday, of Jack at the magical age of 30 months:

What a difference a year makes… indeed.

Top Ten Things That Might Surprise You About Me*

1. My toenails have had polish on them approximately 51 out of the last 52 weeks.

2. I find Joel McHale very attractive. My husband supports this attraction; mostly because it allows for his attraction to Chelsea Handler.

3. I’m relatively new to texting and I LOVE IT! It completes the teenage part of me that used to love talking on the phone AND the adult part of me who hates talking on the phone (except to my parents – still love talking to them).

4. I love talking to my parents on the phone. Seriously, they are great people and good conversationalists.

5. I have no desire to take a cruise or visit Hawaii. None. I’m sure they’d be pretty but there are just other place I’d rather go.

6. I cannot use squatty potties properly, I have to completely undress below the waist and this is not really a best practice. Of course I had to use them before I found Google, perhaps I could have researched the proper way.

7. I miss MacGuyver – I thought he was pretty awesome. And Murdock freaked me out. (Any other MacGuyver fans out there?)

8. I was not an English major. Ironic since I work for a company that primarily does editing and writing. I’m the token business/graphic design major.

9. I had the entire last season of House on the DVR that I never got around to watching and finally let Simon delete it a couple of weeks ago. Too many weeks went by and I couldn’t get started and let it overwhelm me. I was bested by a TV show and I can admit it.

10. I’m an introverted extrovert. Sometimes I’m totally on a roll when I talk with people and other times I leave a conversation and wonder how I have any friends.

*(or not)

Top Ten {Tuesday}This post is linked to Oh Amanda’s Top Ten Tuesday.

Music Monday Means So Much

Dear “Search Engine Optimization – India,”

My, what a long name you have! Thank you kindly for the following comment, left on this Music Monday post, it was totally appropriate and spot on:

I must express my respect for your kindness for all those that really want assistance with that issue. Your personal commitment to getting the solution across ended up being definitely invaluable and have consistently encouraged men and women much like me to achieve their endeavors. Your amazing insightful recommendations means much a person like me and extremely more to my fellow workers. Thank you; from each one of us.

It’s good to know that my rainy day song selections helped give needed assistance to those in dire need of knowing what songs to listen to on a rainy day. I so appreciate that you took the time out of your day to  comment on behalf of yourself and your coworkers. It means so much.

Sincerely,
Blog Writer – Michigan (a.k.a., ememby)

Five Question Friday

1. What is your go to comfort food or sweet?
I don’t really have a go-to, though when I want a snack, it’s either somethings salty or fruity and gummy. Tortillas with salsa. Pretzels and cheese. Jelly beans. Salt water taffy. All good.

2. What is the most romantic place you’ve ever been to?
I find romantic things rather schlocky (lucky for my husband who is not really romantic, but more practical – see answer to #5 below) so I can’t say I’ve really been to a romantic place. I’ve been to scenic, memorable places with my husband, so I guess those could be romantic. The Twelve Apostles on Great Ocean Road in Australia, Smoky Mountains on our honeymoon, Grand Canyon in January 2010. And our first Valentine’s Day together, Simon took me to dinner at a local restaurant that served a three-course meal with chocolate in every course, that was pretty romantic (and delicious).

The Twelve Apostles, Great Ocean Road, Victoria, Australia
Source: flickr.com via Sarah on Pinterest

3. What is your favorite thing about fall/Halloween?
The turning leaves. The smell of smoke in the air from a fire in a fireplace.

4. How would you spend 24 hours alone?
At home: Reading. Sleeping. Cleaning my children’s closets. If the 24 hours was underwritten by someone else, I’d spend it at a spa with my girlfriends.

5. Does you husband bring you flowers? Are you the bring-me-flowers type of girl?
See above answer, and also this post. I would actually like to get flowers more often, but my husband doesn’t believe they are good representation of his love for me because they don’t last very long and die (unlike his love – which makes him slightly romantic, if you think about it). That said, I loathe traditional red roses and prefer unusual ones like sterling roses (because of the movie Bed of Roses) or hydrangeas, dahlias or spider mums. But my husband is a great bargain hunter/shopper and I appreciate that more than I’d appreciate getting flowers (though once in a while WOULDN’T KILL ANYONE).