Sunday, February 15, 2009

Just a thought or two

In my last post, I made a (very weak) joke about my husband being 53 years old and I am 27. I was just being silly when I wrote that. I really don't have a problem admitting that I'm 50 years old. It is what it is.

Fifty is a great number and brings to mind a lot of great things. Like the 50 stars on the American flag. The 1950s when saddle shoes and poodle skirts were all the rage. For 50th anniversaries it means gold, and who doesn't love that. It reminds me of the song by Paul Simon, 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, which is a catchy little tune. And in high school, my basketball jersey was number 50.

Age is just a number, people say. It doesn't mean anything. Not the way it means something to me when my hairdresser tells me that the increasingly gray hair at my temples is getting tougher and tougher to highlight, so "we" are going to have to start dying the gray back to my original color, and then highlight on top of that. And I'm wondering, how long does that mean I have to sit in this blasted chair every time "we" do that? Maybe I'll just live with the gray.

While 50 is just a number, it is significant to me that, for our upcoming cruise next week, for the first time ever I don't care what my bathing suit looks like. Because at this stage in my life, I've discovered how fun beach cover ups can be, and I have an entire wardrobe of them. (And, yes, I said "bathing" suit. That's what people my age call them, not "swim" suits.)

I don't mind being 50, but I do mind that my ankles creak so much when I walk up stairs that my DH says, "You could never be a spy. People could hear you coming from a mile away."

There's nothing wrong with being 50. Except that every calorie seems to count as if it were 50, and my memory operates at about 50%. When I started this post, I had a whole list of reasons in my head of why 50 may be a great number, but this getting old stuff isn't for pansies. But, I can't remember them!

Still, I choose to look at the bright side. As DH says, "Getting old isn't so bad. It beats the alternative."


daisy said...

I'm only a year behind you. It's coming up fast! I've never had a problem with birthdays. 30, 40, 45...they didn't faze me.

But right now, fifty just SOUNDS different. Maybe that's it. I dunno.

My friend Judy is in the Red Hat Club and she has a ball with the ladies. I think that will be something to look forward to!

BClark said...

Well, I am a few years ahead of you so there is hope,lol. I will admit that 50 was my hard birthday. I was just sure that it could not really be me that was 50. Like everything, I lived through it, and now it does not phase me. Maybe 70 wil, but I am doing ok. Enjoy your cruise and don't forget those cool tankinis,lol.

gail@more than a song said...

I enjoyed your comment about your age in the previous post! Those creaky knees and ankles are no fun sometimes......your cruise sounds like a blast though!
And it doesn't take that much longer to color your hair first and then have it highlighted!

Xandra@Heart-of-Service said...

I think I might need to expand my bathing suit cover up collection. And for the record, I thught your joke was pretty funny! LOL!


Becky said...

When I read that part of you being 27 I just laughed out loud. I knew you were kidding, and I especially loved that your son's age made you about 8 when he was born or something like that :)

I love this post. You are so funny. Were you this funny 2 years ago when I "met" you? I think you are getting funnier and funnier as time goes on.

Some things just get better with age ...

Jen said...

Girl I'm 34 and my knees creak worse than a 70 year olds does....50 is a good number. We went to a Surprise 50th this year and they had everything that was 50 years old for the theme...the peace symbol is 50....we were all asked to wear something with a peace sign on was so cool.....
when do you leave for your cruise?

Joanne said...

When I have any insecurity going on about myself, or looks, or whatever, my kids tell me to "own it, Mom!" I find that to "own it" and embrace whoever we are, really works wonders in enjoying life. And have a great cruise!!

Paula said...

You are so cute, Karen! Love the post...loved the "27" your sense of humor! 50 is fabulous...haven't you heard?!?! I used to worry about birthdays and getting older, but now I'm just thankful for another glorious year! Have a wonderful week, and enjoy planning for your cruise!

Little Young House B&B

Barb said...

Awwww, Karen, I love this post about 50. Everything you said is so true. It's always been a favorite number of mine - I was born in 1950. I remember well the poodle skirt and the saddle oxfords. And it's funny, but my daughter Mandy just did a post about those two very things.

50 is a great age to be. And your hubby is right being 50 is a LOT better than the alternative. :-)

Renna said...

Great post, Karen. I turned 53 yesterday, and I had to stop and think about how old I was when my mother asked me (pretty bad that neither my mom or I could remember my age!).

There are downsides to getting older, as you said, the grey hair, the wrinkles, and creaky joints; but thankfully it also comes with it's perks. :-)

Linda said...

I turned 50 last month and I'm loving it! I have an excuse for all the silly things I want to do now!

P.S. This is my first time visiting your blog....I'll be back!

Kim said...

Fifty is creeping up on me--the year I turn 50 will be our 3oth anniversary. WHERE does the time go. I too, don't usually mind getting older--the gray in my hair is worn proudly, no cover up here, I am too darn cheap to pay for that on top of the haircut! I tripped the other day outside and fell forward onto my knees. My oh my! The next day I felt like I had been hit by a mac truck--every thing in my body ached and I am still having collar bone pain which is concerning me a little. These aches and pains are the only thing I don't like about getting older!

Last summer when we took the boys over the mountains to a water park, I realized the same thing about my bathing suit. Nobody I know was there to see me in it and life is too short to worry about it.

Thanks for the fun post--it brought a smile to my face.

diana said...

oh, how i can relate. i'm 49 - close enough to 50. i loved all your connections to 50.