Before I do this weeks blog I want to acknowledge the "sisterhood" with an award. It's one just to keep or pass on if and when you feel it's time.
This award I want to give to:
Jesuree, Sia, Carol, Dottie, Lea, Elissa Wilds, Christine, Judi, Blodeuedd, Cecile, Kelly Moran, Angie Fox, M.V., C.L. Wilson, Leontine, Jenn J., Stephani E, Erotic Horizon, Liza, Danni, Sha & Michelle, Cathie Caffey, Wendi B., Amy C., Becke, Heidi V, Brook Reviews, Yvonne and Michelle G.
I want to thank you all for being a part of the sisterhood and all you add to this blog just by being here! CYBER HUGS.
Now...here we go with the blog... So when does life stop getting crazy?
Is it me or is life just crazy these days? When I was “younger” it seemed to me the older generation said things like that. For some odd reason – they just didn’t “Get it”. I wasn’t sure why? Life was life…nothing seemed different to me.
Then one day when I was about thirty, I noticed for the first time in my life, I wasn’t the youngest person in the room anymore.
At thirty-five I noticed the news Anchorwoman was younger than me and a lot of the movie stars where getting younger and younger. What was going on in Hollywood these days, I’d wondered.
At forty I got up one morning and by Jesus someone had changed bodies on me…my skin suddenly wasn’t my skin…it felt different and look way different…it wasn’t the skin I’d gone to bed with…what happened?
At forty-five the same thing happened – I went to bed with muscle tone and woke up the next day with none! What the BeJesus happened during the night?
Had an alien ship from Mars come down and snatch me body of all my muscle tone to keep as nourishment for their young? WHY ME??? That wasn’t fair.
My sister said we were just getting old…it was expected…well it wasn’t expected by ME!!! Someone forgot to fill me in on this aging process…I had been under the impression that age crept up on you…well, my old age didn’t!
It takes me in leaps and bounds. I’m fine one day – looking good for my age and then BAM! I wake up to a whole new person in the mirror the next day!
Believe me! I tell no lies! One day a few years ago I turned fifty - I celebrated my birthday with an upper lip, but the next morning, when I get up – it was missing! I looked every where for it…I even looked behind me ears thinking it may have slipped off my face during the night and got lost behind an ear flap…but no, my upper lip is gone…like a lost puppy - never to return.
No lie…just look at the picture on this blog – NO UPPER LIP to speak of! I had one; it was a cute bee stung lip! I’ve got old picture to prove it! I know I’M NOT CRAZY, so its got to be the world, right?!
I even put out REWARD POSTERS all over town for my lost upper lip but no one has called me to collect the Reward. So tell me, how does someone lose a lip? Is the world crazy or is it just me?
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