Trying not to be too gross....

I remember when I was younger and I saw older people, I used to think....ewww....but now that I am getting older...I view it totally different.  My aim is to do it gracefully and to not be that gross.  We were with our best friends last night...just sitting out on their porch talking and having a good time.   All of a sudden we all heard something...could have been thunder, but our friend looked at her husband and just shook her head...."seriously...did you have to do that?"  We all just laughed...what's wrong with breaking wind with friends....LOL   I remember going to Beef and Boards with Regan and Karaline...we had a great time, but its  about two hours and as we were walking to the car....I tooted...Karaline goes.."Mimi..." and Regan starts laughing and then I start laughing and the toots came all the more. We eventually made it to the car and I am pretty sure there were some people that probably heard me, but there was just nothing that I could do...but I am pretty sure we made a memory that day.
   I find myself making noises when I do almost anything...not real sure why that happens.  When you are sitting on the floor and then you try to get up....it is almost impossible to not make a grunting noise.  I am trying to stop that, but for some reason it is just an automatic.  I am trying to moisturize more....I think moisturized old skin looks better and my finger nails have decided to split and get ridges, so just cutting them as short as I can just frees up worrying about them anymore and they look better.  I have found some shoes that make my feet feel better, so I am not in pain anymore with my bunion....so thank goodness for that.  My nightly ritual of plucking is always a highlight of my day....NOT.  One of my biggest fears is that someday I will be too old and I can't do it anymore.  I need to start training Karaline now...oh yes, how she will love this.  I love my little blue pill and no, its not Viagara...it is Neoproxene...one of those really helps the aches and pains.
   All in all, I think I am keeping the grossness at a minimal for now....but it is something I am definitely aware of.  I am determined to not be gross....but to be beautifully ageless....yeah right....just when you least expect it...something will snap you back to reality....it is just a fact of life...besides...if you can't laugh at yourself you might cry...so I choose laughing and loving.

That complete feeling of happiness...

A friend of mine just said to me....You haven't blogged for awhile, I'm sure you have alot to say since Leah is born.  I have been so busy since our sweet baby has been born, but she is right, I do have some wonderful thoughts and feelings.
   Our baby decided to come into this world rather unexpectedly.  I got a call from Seth in the afternoon on June 10th....he said, Amber is going to the hospital...her contractions are about 6 minutes apart.  I was in the middle of a photo shoot, but I knew I had time to finish, which I did.  I then rushed to the hospital.  When I got there, Amber was having some very hard contractions and was asking for the shot.   It is just so common now to get the shot and why wouldn't you, the relief is instant.  I remember suffering through the whole ordeal on my own, but that is just the way it was back then.  We finally got in to see Amber and she looked great, we all waited in there with her from that point on.  Time just doesn't mean a whole lot when you are in the hospital and you are waiting.  Things seemed to be going ok, but they were a little concerned with the baby's heart beat....it would have what they called d-cells, which mean the baby was in distress when she would have a contraction.   The Dr. said a few of these were normal, so we weren't too concerned...after midnight, her Dr. got a little bit more concerned with the baby's heart rate and by 2:00 am....he came and and said he didn't like what was going on and he just felt like he needed to get that baby out now.   Amber's big eyes got even bigger and filled with tears....Seth looked like Rich and I....pretty shocked and not sure what was happening.  He moved very quickly from that point on.  We all gave Amber a big hug and kiss and watched them roll her out of the room...Seth put on his surgery garb and left to be with Amber.   I was just so nervous, I paced outside the surgery doors....I finally asked one of the nurses to please go in and see what was going on.   She came back to me and said...I hear a baby crying.   She didn't know anything else, but she said she was pretty sure the baby was fine.   Seth texted us that there was a problem with Amber and that we weren't in the the clear yet.  It seemed like we waited forever, but eventually they came back into the room.  Leah was stuck in the vaginal canal and had to be ripped out of Amber.   The Dr. had to tear her uterus and cervix to get Leah out.  She lost quite a bit of blood, but they were able to stop it and she was ok.  Seth said it was the scariest thing he has ever lived through and he knew things got really serious once the baby was out.   All he could think was....Please God, don't take her from me, I don't want to do this alone.  Our story has a happy ending...Amber and baby are just fine.  I remember the first time I laid eyes on her....I just couldn't believe how beautiful she was.   For a newborn baby....she was just perfection.  I just felt this complete feeling of happiness.  It was the most awesome feeling.  A person's life is always remembered by moments.  I remember each one of the moments of each one of the grandkids...each moment is etched in my memory.  I witnessed the birth of Karaline and Nickolas and I would have witnessed Leah's birth, but things didn't work out that way...I remember when Sean was born, waiting in the waiting room with Amber's parents...and then seeing Seth come walking down the hallway with the biggest smile on his face.   We didn't know what sex they were having, so when he came out and said a boy and he was 8 lb 7 oz....we were all so surprised and happy.  I am so happy that Amber's Mom was there for Sean....such a blessing for Amber and her.
   I am still basking in the glow of happiness....it hasn't worn off yet...everytime I see her, that feeling comes back.  Amber is such a good Mother, so I know for now, she is doing great.  I help when I am needed.  I will be baby sitting for Leah when she goes back to work in September.  I had to take Sean today to swimming lessons.  I didn't quite know where I was going, but I found it.  Amber had given me the Y-card to get in, but I forgot it in the car....so I had to turn around and go back to the car to get it.  We were running late so I attempted to run.  I guess I haven't ran in awhile because the experience kind of set me back a little. I remember what it was like to run.....and this WAS NOT HOW IT SHOULD FEEL.  My leg just felt so heavy and I certainly was NOT MOVING like I used to.   Sean and I made it to the lesson....a little bit late, but he got his lesson in.  I am not that old, but I just realize more and more, that what once was....is no more.   A different kind of outlook on life takes over which is rather liberating.  You worry less about things that you have no control over...and think about your happiness more.  I have four beautiful grandchildren and I love my kids and their spouses with all my heart.  The man I fell in love with in high school, is still the love of my life and my best friend.  We have made a family that we can be proud of.  Do we have a perfect life....heck no...we have problems just like everyone else, but when you have a good core foundation in your family and you know what is important...you know the problems will have solutions and everything will be alright because you will get through it....together.

So this is 60....

   Its been way too long since I wrote in my blog.  Turning 60 is one of the BIG birthdays in your life.  Its big for lots of reasons.  Its a big number....but it also reaffirms that you are really getting old.  For all you out there that are young and think that you will never get old....I am just here to tell you, that I was you, not that long ago.  For such a very long time...you just don't seem to age.  I remember my 20's as being so hard.  We were having babies and building houses.  I hardly remember them, but I LOVED my 30's.  They were the BEST.  Every year, from here on out, just got better.  Sure there were ups and downs....but physically, things just got better.  Being 40 never bothered me....it was no different than turning 30.  I didn't feel any different and I didn't look any different.  At this point I am thinking....this aging thing isn't so bad.  When I turned 50, it took me by surprise, because again....I didn't feel any different or really look any different.  Age in your middle years, doesn't seem to matter, but now that I am 60, I finally feel my age and look my age. My brick wall hit me at 55....its called menopause.  Every year since then....I have seen a difference.  For so long, you just seem to always be the same, but once you reach 60, you see yourself age.  Things that didn't hurt before, suddenly hurt.  We were all laughing about the commercials for Depends....Rich says alot of football players are doing commecials for them.  Seriously...if you need Depends, you aren't gonna care that much how they look, only THAT THEY WORK.  Someone I know said there is no excuse for not exercising and eating right and JUST DOING IT.  Well, when I was in my 40's...I said the same thing.  I eat better than I ever have, but exercising, is a personal thing to each person.   No one knows the pain and the energy level of that person and until you walk in their shoes....you just can't pass judgement.  I have a really good friend who is in his 60's and he has really been exercising alot, so much in fact that he has hurt his knee.  Strenuous exercise is good, but when you push yourself too far, your body will let you know and you will have to pay for it for a long time.   You just don't bounce back like you use to.  It really sucks, but I think the whole aging process is just that....a PROCESS by which you are made to accept the fact that you are getting old.  My body maybe be aging, but my brain still remains young.  I am finding more comfort in the little things of life.  A good healthy meal and sitting outside or in our hot tub.  Traveling is still important to me...but I know that at some point...it will just be too hard, so we will do alot of traveling the next 10 yrs.  I find that my family and my home are what bring me the most joy.  I'm looking forward to Rich retiring....I never thought I would say those words...and I am not sure what it will look like.  Rich has always been such a worker and so successful...I am sure he will find something else to do, but I don't think he will ever be able to leave it totally.  I just hope he can find a good balance and he can actually enjoy his retirement that he has earned.  I just want to be the BEST that I can be and do what I can to retain what I have and slow the process down.  I want to be around to hold my great grandchildren someday.  So I will laugh at myself more often,do the things that I have been wanting to do and  tell those I love that I love them more.  I will keep taking pictures and writing in my blog.  These are the things that will live on after I am gone.

Please shoot me if you see me at Meijers dressed like this...

Getting ready for a grocery run kinda looks like this....Feeding both boys breakfast and if I have leftover pancakes from the day before, it goes alot quicker...While they are eating, I have about 15 minutes of Facebook time, so I'm catching the news and catching up with FB world.  Now I get their clothes laid out and the fun begins...Nick wants to go the opposite way of me, so I have to go catch him.  He needs his diaper changed and not too lucky this morning....there is a load waiting for me.  But I always look on the bright side...could have happened at the store, better now than later.  Ok, now I need to get Sean dressed....no surprises with Sean....he's easy to dress.  Well, the boys are ready, so now I go work on me...No time for a shower, so how I am is just going to have to do.  I remember a time, not that long ago, that I would put blush and lip gloss on, just to go to the mail box.  A shopping trip involved freshly washed hair, makeup and a cute outfit with a cute pair of boots and coat...but now I look in the mirror, wash my face and I'm more concerned if I plucked good last night.  I do put some lotion on my face....a little blush and lip gloss and call it good to go.  I have my favorite micro fiber jammie pants on that I bought on Black Friday.  I really don't want to take them off, but I do and I grab my favorite jeans.  I also bought these awsome moccasin shoe/slipper  things that I am finding myself wearing all the time...I call them shoes because they have a rubber sole, but they have shearling inside and all around the outside, so who am I kidding, they are house slippers.  I have been wearing these out of the house shopping lately, telling myself that people wear Ugg boots, so why can't I wear these.  They are so comfortable, so comfort trumps style at 60.  Well, we made it to Meijers and with one boy on each hand, we go in...I put Nicky in the seat and Sean goes in the cart...I may not go to LA Fitness, but I am lifting weights daily.  Both boys are good, but Mimi doesn't leave the house without sippy cups full of apple juice and a bag of munchies.  Didn't need a whole lot today so we are making our way to checkout when I spot my future...there she was....she had on my micro fiber jammies and house slippers on.  I just gasped and a cold chill ran through me...that could have been me accept for the  jeans.  I almost went out of the house like that.  I swore to myself....I would never NOT care that much.  I didn't even see any kids with her, so she really had no excuse...I at least had a two year old and a three year old.  I also decided my shoe/slippers were really slippers and I won't wear them out and about anymore.  Maybe I will go out and look for a pair that is that comfortable that don't look like house slippers so much.
Who knows what her story really is, she might have been sick and just went out for medicine....so I guess I shouldn't judge, but seriously, if anyone sees me in micro fiber jammies and house slippers, please take me home...I'm confused and probably senile and need some help.

Leaving footprints...

It has been so long since last I blogged.  I have so many more thoughts going through me right now.   Losing Aleta so suddenly, has made us all face our mortality.  She was only 6 yrs. older than me.  Her sisters went through her pictures for her funeral and after the funeral, I got a little bag of pictures that were hers and a box of unused Greeting cards that she never got around to sending.   It made me think about what I wanted to leave.  Everyone knows there will be pictures....lots and lots of pictures...probably not that many of me, but lots of pictures of everyone else.  You leave this world with exactly what you come into this world with....nothing, but when you leave, you leave your shell and your soul will soar.  All our life we accumulate things.  I used to collect bears and little houses, but thank goodness I quit that.  The only thing I have been passionate about my whole life is my photography.  I have been doing it for 50 yrs. now. .I am getting so much enjoyment and satisfaction lately, with the revival of my photography business.  It just makes me so happy to capture those pictures for people, that mean so much to them.  Long after I am gone, my pictures will remain and bring joy to someone.  The one thing that you can leave behind that would bring comfort to your loved ones, is your words.  When my Mom died, she gave me two cards, one for Regan who was 10 and one for Seth who was 7.  They were to be given to them on their graduation day.  I waited 8 yrs. to give Regan her card and was so excited to see what Mom wrote, but Mom wasn't a writer like me, all she wrote was...I love you and I am so proud of you...Mom Mom.  Even those few words filled me with such joy.  This is why I started my blog, it was just a way for me to write down all my stories and thoughts and feelings.   Someday, I will have them made into a book and my grandchildren and great grandchildren will be able to know me once more.  Things are just that...things.  They mean something only to you for the moment that you buy them.  Most things just collect dust and become clutter.  I will not be buying anymore things from now on, only things for those that I love.  Oh I will still buy clothes occassionally, but even they don't bring me joy like they used to.  I am reading the book The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren.  I wouldn't say I am the most religious person in the world, but I am trying.  I feel this need to understand God and find out some answers to my questions.  I read the first chapter last night and it starts out saying the average life is 25,550 days...I did the math on me...and I am at 21,900...I certainly hope I have more days than this, but a guarantee is not given to anyone, not even the young.
   A very close friend of mine wrote this poem when Aleta died...I want it read at my party when I die.

                     And if I go, while you are still here,
                 know that I live on vibrating to a different measure
                 behind a veil you cannot see through.
                     You will not see me, so must have faith.
                 I will wait for the time when we all can soar together again,
                 all of us aware of each other.  Until then,
                      live your life to its fullest and when you need me,
                 just whisper my name in your heart....I will be there.

Its funny how I remember so vividly how I felt when I was younger....because this being older just kinda crept up me when I wasn't looking.  I am still trying to accept it and get used to it, but its kinda like going incognito...older people become invisible sometimes.  I miss the head turns and my size 6 butt.  I miss dressing up for grand soirees and cruise ship formal nights.  I am just grateful that I had these times and I did appreciate them when they were happening.  God has a pretty good plan....life has an expiration date, but when you are young, you don't fully comprehend it.  Growing old is a gradual thing and if you are lucky, and you get to grow old, by the end, just like a much loved toy....it eventually wears out and you know its time to let go.  I'm not saying I'm ready to let go...I just hope I have been like a much loved toy....play with me and love me, but when its time...let me go...just whisper my name in your heart....and I will be there.  I will be leaving my footprints wherever I can...I guess my biggest fear is, that tomorrow will come and no one will remember that I am not here.

Just another day....NOT!!!!

Well, its been a little while since I blogged.  I have all three kids sleeping at the same time, so I thought I would write about the day I have had....

   Regan called me this morning and told me that Karaline was so sick.  She was crying out that her ear hurt so bad and she had a fever, so she couldn't send her to school.  I needed to call first thing to get her into the Dr.  I did and we got an appointment for 10:30.  I managed to get all three kids breakfast and dressed and I even jumped into the shower and got myself ready.  I loaded up a few things in my arsenal of things to get us through this Dr.'s appt.  We get there and the fun began...the Dr.'s office has one main waiting room for all the Dr.s so it is a big massive area.  Perfect for running...and running they did...If I wasn't yelling at one to stop it, I was yelling at the other...Nick bumped his head at one point and then proceeded to melt down.  I hit my arsenal bag...a cookie made the screaming stop.  Fortunately, there weren't many people in the waiting room...but the receptionists in the other offices, just kinda gave me sympathy looks.  Nick saw a vendor guy and went over to check things out....he had been looking at the boys running around...I went to get him and he says to me, "looks like you have your hands full"  I said, " you have no idea...pray for me".  We finally get called back into the Dr.  I herd everyone along and I tell the nurse..."just close the door, how bad can this be?"  she laughed...yeah...I'm serious..  Well, what seemed like forever, the Dr. finally came in...the boys were really winding down at this point.  She looked at Karaline and listened to her chest...she didn't like what she heard and ordered a breathing treatment...OK....now what...this was painless for Karaline, but it did take about 10 minutes to do....so as a last resort, I dug out my final thing left in my arsenal...dumdum suckers...sticky yes, messy yes, but it got us through that test.  The nurse came in to check on us...She said, "I wondered why it got so quiet...now I understand"  I told her, " I'm in desperation mode right now".  The fun isn't over yet, because now I have to go to Meijers and get the prescriptions filled, so off we go.  Karaline is pretty quiet, so she is no trouble...You can tell she doesn't feel good.  I load them into one of those carts with a seat...but of course...I pick the one with a bad wheel...so it pushes so hard.  I can only imagine how pathetic I looked.  We go directly to the pharmacy...fortunately the wait wasn't too long, so we got going as fast as we could..  I noticed as were walking to the door, it looked so dark outside.  Well, by the time I made it outside, the sky just opened up.  It could not be raining any harder...Crap....now what.  I just couldn't take the kids out in the downpour, but I needed to get them home.  A nice man saw my plight and said just leave the kids here and go get your car...I'll wait with them...what a blessing, so I ran as fast as I could, but still got totally drenched.  Just par for the course today.  We made it home...got them all fed lunch.  Gave Karaline her medicine and then she wanted to lay down to take a nap.  I put Nicky down for his nap and he went right to sleep.  Then we were down to Sean...I let him watch one Dora and then I put him to bed.  He went right to sleep.  Its 2:00 and all three kids are asleep and I am feeling pretty good about myself...Not all 60 yr. old Mimi's could have pulled that off.  Let's hear it for the old girl...she's still got it!!!!

60 is Sexy...

Today I begin to enjoy my last week of being in my 50's.  I am trying to decide what to do.  Should I wear a tube top one more time or maybe wear some hip-huggers?  I have thought about a tatoo or maybe re-pierce my ears again.  I used to love to dress up...maybe I'll wear one of my cocktail dresses and heels and go out to lunch.  I just realized, that I am becoming a senior once again...I remember being a senior in high school.  Doesn't seem like that long ago.  I went to a concert the other night.  They played all the current songs that you hear on the radio, but they also played music from when I was a teenager.  It was awsome to see the young people singing along.  It made me feel young again and I hope it makes the young people realize that us old farts, aren't so old after all.  I keep telling myself....age is just a number, attitude is what counts.  I don't feel like I am 60, but then what should 60 feel like?  I remember when I turned 50, I thought that was so old.  I can remember saying these words, "50 is nifty, but 60 will suck".  I've decided to say, "60 is sexy." Now that I have rediscovered my "inner goddess", maybe I can pull it off.  I honestly never thought I would get old...isn't that ridiculous?  I just always thought I would be the way I always was.  I have been one way for at least 30 yrs. now, so I guess I better get used to being the way I am now.  I am grateful that I am healthy and I am thankful that I am celebrating my 60th.  Growing old is not guaranteed....it is a privledge.  If you look at it like that, maybe I will wear my tube top and hip huggers and sing a little Three Dog Night.