Share Your World – Week 15


I wasn’t feeling the Daily Prompt today, so I thought I should probably do a Share Your World, since I haven’t done one in quite some time.  By the way, if you haven’t visited for awhile, you should go check out Cee’s new blog page, it’s nice!  Okay, here are the Q&A’s for week 15…

For your blog do you basically use Windows or Mac, laptop, desktop, pad, or phone?

I use my Samsung Laptop, which came with Windows 7 on it.

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Oh, many things, I’m sure, but the 2 that stand out the most is an Archeologist and a Fashion Designer.

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

It seems that even as an Army brat we always ended up in pretty small towns and that never changed once my dad retired, either.  I do like it, but now I kind of live in a place that would be considered somewhere between small town and the city, and I actually prefer that.  Much closer to the freeway and shopping centers!

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? 

It’s funny, because I never feel as old as I actually am, so that’s pretty easy to answer.  Probably in my mid-twenties somewhere!  My mind refuses to accept reality lol

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

This week, I am grateful for the progress being made on the marketing for my book, The Zen Lounge (as you can see by my new promotional graphic/link at the top right sidebar of my page!) Next week, I’m looking forward to my cover ad being released on another hosting site and going to my eldest son’s Open House for school! It will be nice to finally put faces to the names of his teachers, now that he’s already been in school for a month!

Oh, and today was the first day of Fall! YAY! Looking forward to seeing more of the leaves change colors! 🙂

Fall first-day-of-fallMm-hmm, and the first day of Winter brings out the Cranberry Margaritas! 😀

Act Your Age


Or don’t, who am I to judge?  Like many kids, I used to think that my parents had been born in their 30’s and that was OLD AS DIRT.  My grandparents were ANCIENT and had been alive during the dinosaur age.

As I, myself, grew older, I got the opportunity to meet people who were young and wise, old and immature, and some who teetered in between.  Age became unique to the individual, much like everything else that makes up their one-of-kind personalities.  Some people simply mature faster than others, and the reasons for that differ person-to-person, because everyone comes from different backgrounds.  Everyone’s story is their own.

It’s true that you can make generalizations.  That many people are ‘similar’ at certain periods in their life – Ugh! It’s the terrible two’s! – and that some people are simply ‘at that age’ – Oy! Rowdy baby-boomers!But, I let go of the assumption that all people of a certain age are the same long ago.  To answer the question more appropriately, Daily, Age is both.  It’s just a number and it’s something to care about… even if it’s only to celebrate that you’re still here, when you were more than likely told that “If you keep that up, you’ll be lucky to see the age of (insert age here).”


My Heart’s Ambivalent


What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?…

…is the Daily Post’s question of the day, to which I answer… I still get carded for everything.  I’m not saying that’s a bad thing by any means, but as I look around at other women my age, sometimes I can’t help wondering when I, too, will show some signs of adulthood.  I have two teenage sons, yet it feels like I’m still waiting to see what I’ll look like when I grow up.  About the only thing time has decided to throw my way is lack of metabolism and gray hair – nothing exercise and a box of L’Oréal can’t fix.

Don’t get me wrong, I love that I still look young, but as with everything in life, there are always two sides to the coin.  Many strive to keep their youthful appearance.  They spend thousands of dollars on anti-aging serums, wrinkle creams and… ahem… hair dye.  Yet these amazing women seem to have forgotten what it’s like to never be taken seriously because they appeared too damn young to know anything.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been left feeling more than a little chagrined after being completely dismissed and looked down on like I was 12 instead of… well, three times that… all due to some pretty wonderful genes.  Personally, I’d rather my voice be heard than my face be 100% wrinkle-free.

These are mere blips on the radar of my world, though, truly.  Small annoyances that don’t happen frequently enough to change my outlook on life.  To answer the Daily’s question more accurately: I hardly ever think about it.  I’m ambivalent about the topic of age for the most part, and it usually just depends on what mood I’m in.  Some days I feel the same way I’ve always felt; that despite time flying by like it’s been given a Red Bull with crack, I’m still a kid.  I’m still that teenage girl with big dreams and plenty of creative imagination to see them come true.

Then the bills come in or my kids start fighting, and I’m pulled into the realm of overtaxed, under-appreciated, exhausted mom and that’s just fine with me, too, because I love being a mom.  And when the smoke clears, my kids and I throw on some random mix CD and dance all over the house, or grab our Nerf guns and go to war – cuz that’s how we roll.  😉

Oh, but I can say that regardless of how young I look or feel on any given day – I guarantee you this girl wouldn’t be caught dead (or alive) twerking.