The BIG errrr....TWO-NINE

Okay, so I'm not quite the Big 3-0 yet. To be honest, I'm okay staying 29. Or even my current age (for two more days) of 28. Really, I'm okay. I'll stay that way if you please. You, being the collective universe, father time, mother nature, the fountain of youth, etc. etc.

I always thought I'd be one of those people who would age gracefully. I would look at wrinkles as a sign I've smiled too much and lived a lot. I would never be one of those people who lied about their age, or admitted their age with regret. I never thought I'd care, but it turns out I'm as flawed as the next human being. I do care very much. Maybe if I'd done everything I wanted to do, I'd actually be looking forward to planning a 30th b-day looming a year from now; and be a pro once I got to a point of time to start gathering 50th birthday party ideas. The problem is I feel like I haven't done much. I wanted to go to Paris by my 30th bday party and that's probably not gonna happen. I promised myself that trip when I was 15 years old! I was also supposed to go white-water rafting, and sky-diving. I'm supposed to be fitter than ever, and rich. Yes, I know money isn't everything but my imaginations always had me living a fabulous life. I'm supposed to be published already, or at least with a fluorishing career I could be proud of....

I better stop. My life may not have turned out the way I imagined it to (I mean, I was in High School when this fantasy life was planned) , and maybe time is passing by too fast, but I am happy and have much to be grateful for. Kids, this is Mom being self-pitying and being an ageist. I mean, 29 isn't old. It's the new 19...riiiiiight?

I won't be celebrating big for my 29th, and I'm not holding out on a special 30th. Woody will probably still be in Iraq, so I don't think he'll be able to throw me a 30th suprise party. I refuse to get depressed over something that shouldn't be depressing. I'll just browse this website on unique party ideas to mark the special time. What could I do different? Maybe a trip to Hawaii, and a few special friends to hopefully join me in an intimate luau on the beach. Everyone has to have a lei, or a Hawaiian shirt/clothing. I'd be really fit from working out hard and steady for a year (haha!) and I'd be in a fabulous sarong and bikini top. My cake will be a mango cake, and a Hawaiian ukelele will be playing Happy Birthday by a Hawaiian dude.

Or who knows, maybe Woody WILL be back by then, and then we're off to freaking Morocco and Paris like I always wanted!

Mommy's Skin Isn't As It Used To

When I was pregnant with Mina, I had perhaps THE best complexion I've ever had past the age of ten. I remember having blackheads sprouting at 11, and I did have acne during my teen years. So truly, my complexion couldn't be beat during my first pregnancy. I always felt like I was in bloom. I felt like my face was glowing. I could have volunteered for a skin commercial, so confident was I in my skin.



Fast-forward one year later, and that's not the case anymore. In all my life, I've never had to use anything on my face other than Noczema when I was a teenager. My mother is at me to start using some face cream to stop the aging process. I resisted. But I think it's time. I need to start using something to generate that earthly glow. Cause my skin right now is as dull as the bottom of a murky pond. Dr. Lark's website of Squalane Products looks promising.

"Helps skin cells regenerate

The reason Squalane is so different is because it’s the same ingredient found in sebum, a natural compound in your skin that helps your skin cells regenerate. It’s what keeps your skin soft, moist, and young."

I need something to keep my face soft, moist, and young. They even have a sale where you can buy three bottles for a low price. I can keep em coming with an automatic order plan too. I have a feeling I'll be having to take care of my skin from here on out.

You know my mother has GREAT skin, but even she does put cream daily on her face. So I guess I shouldn't feel too bad. Mina, I hope you have great skin genes. Your dad's side of the family's not so bad and neither is mine. Here's to you kid, and to mommy's skin looking a bit better.