Here are my posse of girls at the coffee house the other day, minus my youngest daughter Christina who stood us up with some excuse about working a 24 hour shift and needing to get some sleep. What kind of excuse is that? LOL My daughter Melissa is on the left and then there's my granddaughter Maddie and my niece Stephanie, who we all consider part of our immediate family. I think I already told you about her Mom who was one of my best friends and who died when Steph was really young. Some day I'll write a post about my unlikely friendship with the southern beauty queen who would have been a part of our girl power today if she was still here. Stephanie was at our home a lot while growing up and she was the target of my sweetie's infamous lectures more than once. Now with Melissa's and Jamiel's new baby girl (yet to be named) coming we will have yet another girl to add to our group and if my son and Allison allow us we will add their little boy to our mix. :-) The only boy who we will let be in our girls group.
The coffee house has a little play area for kids so parents can drink their coffee and talked and their kids can play with all the toys. Maddie was having a ball playing with Steph.
Okay now I am going to
bounce to the subject of aging. I don't know about you but sometimes in my mind I am still that fresh face young 16 year old in the above photo with my sweetie in 1972, so it comes as a shock to me when the aging stuff quite literally smacks me in the face like the other day. The other day I am getting ready to put on my makeup when I noticed in my mirror what looked to me as an eyelash under my eye, so I'm trying so hard to get the eyelash off, rubbing and trying to pick it off, when all of a sudden I realize that it's not an eyelash at all, no it's a deep set wrinkle under my eye. Okay, don't laugh at me, my eye sight is bad in my defense. And then of course I start really inspecting what's going on underneath my eyes and am shock to realize that I have become am almost 52 year old woman. Where did she come from? And why didn't I see her sneaking up on me? I could have planned an attack measure. Now, don't get me wrong, I would not go back to being that 16 yr old again, I love this time of my life, I'm just not sure I'm ready to embrace my winkles just yet. So maybe when I look in my mirror I should be seeing this little old lady:
But isn't she cute and dressed so stylish with all of her jewelry and white gloves? Truth is I am somewhere between that 16 yr old fresh face girl and that cute little old lady(though I want to be just like this lady when I get to her age, she's stylin') and I'm becoming comfortable with that. And with that said I am going to the hairdresser tomorrow to get the gray dyed out of my hair. Ugh, a girl just can't win.
Here are my posse of girls at the coffee house the other day, minus my youngest daughter Christina who stood us up with some excuse about working a 24 hour shift and needing to get some sleep. What kind of excuse is that? LOL My daughter Melissa is on the left and then there's my granddaughter Maddie and my niece Stephanie, who we all consider part of our immediate family. I think I already told you about her Mom who was one of my best friends and who died when Steph was really young. Some day I'll write a post about my unlikely friendship with the southern beauty queen who would have been a part of our girl power today if she was still here. Stephanie was at our home a lot while growing up and she was the target of my sweetie's infamous lectures more than once. Now with Melissa's and Jamiel's new baby girl (yet to be named) coming we will have yet another girl to add to our group and if my son and Allison allow us we will add their little boy to our mix. :-) The only boy who we will let be in our girls group.
The coffee house has a little play area for kids so parents can drink their coffee and talked and their kids can play with all the toys. Maddie was having a ball playing with Steph.
Okay now I am going to bounce to the subject of aging. I don't know about you but sometimes in my mind I am still that fresh face young 16 year old in the above photo with my sweetie in 1972, so it comes as a shock to me when the aging stuff quite literally smacks me in the face like the other day. The other day I am getting ready to put on my makeup when I noticed in my mirror what looked to me as an eyelash under my eye, so I'm trying so hard to get the eyelash off, rubbing and trying to pick it off, when all of a sudden I realize that it's not an eyelash at all, no it's a deep set wrinkle under my eye. Okay, don't laugh at me, my eye sight is bad in my defense. And then of course I start really inspecting what's going on underneath my eyes and am shock to realize that I have become am almost 52 year old woman. Where did she come from? And why didn't I see her sneaking up on me? I could have planned an attack measure. Now, don't get me wrong, I would not go back to being that 16 yr old again, I love this time of my life, I'm just not sure I'm ready to embrace my winkles just yet. So maybe when I look in my mirror I should be seeing this little old lady:
But isn't she cute and dressed so stylish with all of her jewelry and white gloves? Truth is I am somewhere between that 16 yr old fresh face girl and that cute little old lady(though I want to be just like this lady when I get to her age, she's stylin') and I'm becoming comfortable with that. And with that said I am going to the hairdresser tomorrow to get the gray dyed out of my hair. Ugh, a girl just can't win.
