Hey everyone!
I’m so glad to see that I’m not the only one who thinks life doesn’t end at 30!!! Of course, most of my friends are over thirty, but that’s besides the point!!!

I love reading comments from my friends. I think it’s a good thing to surround yourself with funny people because then you’re always laughing!!! Laughter is good!

I’m actually not laughing too much right now, I have a raging case of pink eye which in the grand scheme of things is only annoying, but in reality is REALLY annoying, hahahaha. I’ll get over it, but it’s a pain in the butt. I might add that I got the pink eye, not any of my three children that in school, me. My goal now is to keep it from spreading through the house. Putting eye drops in three wiggling children is not my idea of fun!!!

I’m also feeling a little stressed lately. Usually by Thanksgiving I have my Christmas cards written out, my shopping mostly done, and I just have to decorate. Because I have a large family and my husband’s parents are divorced we do Christmas just about every weekend in December. The main reason we do a month long Christmas day is because I’m fanatical about having my children home on Christmas day. I’m more than willing to have anyone who wants to come over stop by, but I’m not making my kids put down their new toys and go to someone’s house.

Anyway, what this means is, come December 1, I’m busy. Busier I should say, and I don’t have much time time go shopping or write out 100 Christmas cards. I try to do those things in stages during the year so I’m not a lunatic while decorating the Christmas tree. Some times it works, and sometimes it doesn’t.

This year I have been so swamped I haven’t bought a single stocking stuffer. I have done not one single thing to make things easier on myself come December so I’m pre-stressing. I know that when I get my act together, I’ll be able to do my cards out, get my presents bought and wrapped and be all set probably in a weekend, but meanwhile it’s eating at me.

Seeing Christmas decorations up already is SOOOO not helping matters either. What ever happened to enjoying fall? I’m beginning to feel like Thanksgiving is just given a nod between Halloween and Christmas. I happen to love Thanksgiving.

Probably because we go to my mother’s and I don’t have to buy presents, write out cards, or do much cooking. Yup, Thanksgiving is becoming my favorite holiday!!!!

Does anyone else feel like the holidays have ganged up on them for a sneak attack? And what the heck happened to the year 2005? I’m just getting used to putting 05 on my checks and there’s only 6 weeks left of the year!!!!

I think it’s a conspiracy. . . what about you?

I’ve been reading a lot of books lately, and as sometimes happens, I’ve found a theme running through them. Now, I’ve been reading books by very different authors so finding this theme was rather surprising to me. I’d understand it if it was one particular author, but it was at least three different ones.

The jist of the theme is that as a woman grows older her value decreases, and conversely, as a man grows older his value increases. The idea is that a woman is measured by the shape of her body and her physical beauty, whereas a man is measured by his income potential.

SAY IT ISN’T SO!!!

I think this is CRAP! Now granted, I’m 35 so the idea that my value is decreasing as my waistline increases is rather depressing. Maybe I’m just in denial, but I don’t think so. First of all, I wasn’t that attractive when I was younger anyway so if my value goes down with each birthday I’m in a lot of trouble.
But also, I think as I’ve grown older I’ve definitely “come in” to my “womanhood.” I feel stronger for having born three children and for survivng a multitude of difficulties I could have never imagined at the age of 22. I know now that I can manage on my own with or without my husband. I may not LIKE it if I didn’t have him, but I’d be able to survive just fine. I’m not so sure he could say the same thing. . .

Have I mentioned he doesn’t read my blog? hahahahahahaha

Maybe in a society that would bet thousands of dollars on a bra worn by Britney Spears perky boobs and a flat stomach are all that matters, but I’d like to think there are plenty of men out there who would value me as much for what I have in my head as for what I have in my pants.

Then again maybe I’m delusional. Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt. . .

I’d love to hear people’s thoughts on this one!!!