Preparing for my 40th birthday

It just occurred to me that in 3 months I’ll be turning 40.  So, I’ve decided that it’s about time I start celebrating — ME, that is!  After all, the kids are a year old now so they pretty much take care of themselves, sans diaper changing and feeding.  Leave them in the living room with Spongebob on the TV and a pile of toys and they’re just fine.  If I stop hearing “sounds of Vegas” I know it’s time to check in on them.  Don’t believe ME?  Listen for yourself (wait for it, wait for it…):

Back to ME.  Geez, I can’t even write a post about MY birthday without getting sidetracked.  I’ve never been one to rush into anything, so I figure it’s best to start easing into this 40th birthday thing.  Here are a few things to get ME started:

  1. Get ME back into my favorite jeans so I can wear them on MY birthday, assuming I can remember where I stashed them and hoping that MY hips haven’t permanently expanded, rendering any weight loss or toning completely useless.
  2. Schedule a mani/pedi date with MY BFF.  The earlier the better so I can take advantage of sandal weather and show off MY cute little piggies.  I’m on this, just as soon as MY foot heals from having a suspicious mole removed.
  3. Get back to MY musical roots and start listening to something other than AT&T’s “toddler tunes”; Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, Billy Joel, Gordon Lightfoot, Olivia Newton John, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (who could forget Mr. Bojangles), Village People, David Bowie, Boston, Heart, STYX, and (drumroll please) ABBA.  Woo hoo!!  I can already hear my husband cringing.

All right.  That should do it for now.  I’ll be back as the ramp-up for this empowering event continues to take shape.

Pete's Perspective

  1. I’m not sure which pair of jeans you are talking about, but my guess is that if they are more than 3 years old, the odds are that a) you probably won’t remember where they are, and b) they probably won’t fit.  How do I know this?  Because I don’t fit into my old favorites either – no matter how hard I try.  Perhaps binging and purging?  Don’t know about you, Hon, but I really don’t have an appetite for barfing that often!
  2. Done!  Just tell me when you want to go and I will have my Mom watch the kids so I can go golfing or hit the bars/strip clubs (just kidding?)!
  3. I never thought I would say this – I would much rather listen to that awful kids music than most of that crap.  Why don’t you add Jefferson Starship/Airplane or whatever they are called to this list.  Perhaps we should forgo the iPod docking system for the house – I think you are fine with your headphones!  After a second glance at the list, Bowie is cool and Billy Joel is OK (Piano Man SUCKS though).

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