Free bagels
Friday, November 17, 2006
Just when I thought life couldn't be exciting enough, they were handing out free bagels in the subway station this morning from Dempsters. All hermetically sealed and packaged with jam or peanut butter and a little spreading knife.
I was pretty darn happy to get something for nothing (the coupon queen reigns again) until I noticed that if I ate it all in one sitting, I'd consume over 600 calories and 60 carbs. Which is about 1/3 more than I really should.
But I ate it anyway and upped the insulin dose. No big.
Except now I kind of feel like I've had a Thanksgiving dinner and my eyelids keep on wanting to park themselves closed. Not good when I have eight hours of proofing and editing to do.
Add in that I had to read up on restrictive versus unrestrictive clauses this morning and it's as though I'm having the party of the century right here at my desk. All we need is a pinata!
The audition went well yesterday, but I'm not expecting much. It's for a web-based show on aging and beauty. There were a lot of us there who were approaching or had vaulted over the big 4-0. Some more elegantly than others.
It's funny, but I don't feel old until I'm standing next to a 20 year-old. In my mind I'm still about 23 - even when I have my fat pants on.
How do you feel about getting older?
I was pretty darn happy to get something for nothing (the coupon queen reigns again) until I noticed that if I ate it all in one sitting, I'd consume over 600 calories and 60 carbs. Which is about 1/3 more than I really should.
But I ate it anyway and upped the insulin dose. No big.
Except now I kind of feel like I've had a Thanksgiving dinner and my eyelids keep on wanting to park themselves closed. Not good when I have eight hours of proofing and editing to do.
Add in that I had to read up on restrictive versus unrestrictive clauses this morning and it's as though I'm having the party of the century right here at my desk. All we need is a pinata!
The audition went well yesterday, but I'm not expecting much. It's for a web-based show on aging and beauty. There were a lot of us there who were approaching or had vaulted over the big 4-0. Some more elegantly than others.
It's funny, but I don't feel old until I'm standing next to a 20 year-old. In my mind I'm still about 23 - even when I have my fat pants on.
How do you feel about getting older?
posted by Bonnie Staring at 9:21 AM
4 Comments:
I'm often surprised when I look in the mirror and find that I made it past 13. But, at the same time, I like the little touch of grey that shows up in my beard when I go a couple days without shaving.
The only time I ever really think about my age at all is when I wondered if I was getting too old to have kids. My parents were 18/16 when they had me so I was used to the thought of parents being very young.
Now that I have my own kids to chase around, I don't think about it much anymore.
All of you have excellent points and if I put them all together I'd have a really bizarre theme party. Hmm. Must buy streamers and fun hats.
I wanted to share an email that a pal forwarded to me this morning, but I'm not sure if it would be o.k. to cut and paste it into this box. [New blogger] but I'll try. Best wishes
woman's Random thoughts!
Some are too true!!!!!
A WOMAN'S RANDOM THOUGHTS
If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it will always be yours. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours to begin with. But, if it just sits in your living room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses your telephone, takes your money, and doesn't appear to realise that you had set it Free................ You either married it or gave birth to it!
Insanity is my only means of relaxation.
Reason to smile: Every 7 minutes of everyday, someone in an aerobics class pulls a hamstring.
Women over 50 don't have babies because they would put them down and forget where they left them.
One of life's mysteries is how a 2-pound box of chocolates can make a woman gain 5lbs.
My mind not only wanders, it sometimes leaves completely.
The best way to forget your troubles is to wear tight shoes.
The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you are doing, someone else does.
The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends.
Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today.
Sometimes I think I understand everything, then I regain consciousness.
I gave up jogging for my health when my thighs kept rubbing together and setting fire to my knickers.
Amazing! You hang something in your closet for a while and it shrinks 2 sizes!
Skinny people irritate me! Especially when they say things like "You know, sometimes I forget to eat! Now... I've forgotten my address, my mother's maiden name and my keys. But I have never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat.
A friend of mine confused her valium with her birth control pills. She has 14 kids but doesn't really care.
They keep telling us to get in touch with our bodies. Mine isn't all that communicative but I heard from it the other day after I said "Body, how would you like to go to the six o'clock class of vigorous toning?" Clear as a bell my body said "Listen witch.....do it and die."
The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing and then they marry him.
I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are: Eating too much; impulse buying and driving too fast. Are they kidding? That's my idea of a perfect day!
SEND THIS TO 5 BRIGHT WOMEN YOU KNOW AND MAKE THEIR DAY!!!
LIVE SIMPLY..... LAUGH OFTEN.... LOVE DEEPLY
That's hilarious mcewen! And too true on way too many levels. Thanks for stopping by and sharing it.
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