This dropped into my inbox just now from TK who had it from a friend in USA. I refuse to relate to any of it!!!!
I've seen two shows lately that went on and on about how mid-life is agreat time for women.Just last week Oprah had a whole show on how great menopause will be... Puhleeeeeeeze! I've had a few thoughts of my own and would like to share them with you. Whether you are pushing 40, 50, 60 (or maybe even just pushing your luck) you'll probably relate.
Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache.
In mid-life women no longer have upper arms,we have wing spans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.
Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can see your rear without turning around.
Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless.
Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top andscream, "Listen honey, even the Roman empire fell and those will too."
Mid-life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we're sittingon our biggest ones.
Mid-life is when you look at your-know-it-all, beeper-wearing teenager and think: "For this I have stretch marks?"
In mid-life your memory starts to go. In fact the only thing we can retainis water.Mid -life means that your Body By Jake now includes Legs By Rand McNally --more red and blue lines than an accurately scaled map of Wisconsin.Mid-life means that you become more reflective...You start pondering the"big" questions. What is life? Why am I here? How much Healthy choice ice cream can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice?
But mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important. We realize that breasts sag, hips expand and chins double, but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile. Would any of you trade the knowledge that you have now, for the body you had way back when? Maybe our bodies simply have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we've acquired. That's my philosophy and I'm sticking to it!
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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I'm so depressed!
Time for me to construct a man's list I think. God knows there's plenty of material. All hair loss (apart from unwanted nasal and ear hair) belly flab and man boobs. I'm depressed now!
Gosh! Did it all go pear-shaped at forty? It's so long ago I can't remember.
Great philosophy!
Don't be depressed, Michelle, you've a way to go yet!
Mike, I'm looking forward to seeing the full 'man' list. ;)
Glad you enjoyed it, PI
Gee, and I thought I was the only one out there feeling this way.
*just kidding*
No, Alice, you are part of the 'sisterhood' :)
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