The Speed Limit is 35, slow down...

Some people have a habit of pointing out things you know but are trying to ignore.

I call these people, husbands, parents, aunts, evil friends.

I try to remind them to buy fabulous presents. They try to remind me of the number that is impending. Half past thirty, five till forty. Whatever. Then the bratty high school kids have to graduate and I realize I am more likely to know their parents, and have even gone to school with some of them. Then my quote unquote friend I graduated with has to post pictures on myspace of his son who is graduating THIS YEAR. Dude, that kid was born senior year! What the "HEdoublehockeysticks".

The point is, thirty five, as a number seems high. So far age milestones haven't really mattered to me, but this year it hit me for a while. Even the thought of one of those fancy chocolate cheesecakes to eat didn't cheer me up. Then we went to see Indiana Jones for my birthday and I couldn't help think as the movie opened how Mr. Ford is starting to show his age. Then he started kicking butt and I realized I still have thirty years until I get that old and if he can kick butt that age so can I. Do not dare burst my bubble and tell me that they used stunt men and special effects in the movie. DO NOT, old people can be grumpy. ; )

Can you please explain to me?

When did I get old?

I have been hurting badly this week. My hip went out. I know, it sounds like something that happens to an eighty year old. I was in enough pain to go the chiropractor and get a massage. Both of which I had never done before and quite frankly made me uncomfortable. Both of which were good experiences and not so bad. I may have to get a real job so I can afford the good life now.

Everyone who sees me painfully get up or sometimes walk asks what happens. Besides slacking on yoga and water aerobics, this is my answer...

Click on the pic to get the big version because while he looks cute and innocent I should tell you he refused to take a nap that day as is more and more the case. I swear he fell asleep in three seconds flat. Notice the one boot on, one boot off and the half eaten granola bar. Please don't notice the dirt on the floor. No really stop looking at it now and go on to the next section. I love him I really do, but I should hire him out to Hoover to test floor mates. I have been through two, maybe because I have to use it fourteen times a day for all the messes he makes.

What is the deal with the commercial for vitamin water?

I want to slap those jerks in the gym crying my water has too many calories. Because mine has none, zero, zip and I like it fine. Maybe I am overexcited because a lady the other day commented my kids were different because they liked water.

or

Now you know I am cheap and don't buy sodas or juice. You might also correctly assume I am jealous of people who actually work out, and whose hips work.

This isn't very timely but it has been bugging me for a while. I hate seeing people on my TV telling me to be green and save the planet when....

They completely change their sets to the color green to emphasize being green and then the next week are back to their old colors. Perhaps you have heard of Recycle, reuse and REDUCE!

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Maybe I am just trying to justify the fact that I don't recycle glass properly. I have a Rubbermaid tub of it in the back and dream of buying a big machine to tumble into something pretty. Plus I would have to take it to Roswell or Ruidoso or something our city doesn't take it. Don't laugh that I just called Artesia a city, okay laugh it is funny.

Oh and to answer my new friend Weime's question. After all she was the inspiration since a list of these ponderings on her blog. Weeds actually do grow faster, because they outcompete the other plants, one of the characteristics that makes them weedy. They also usually outcompete the native plants for water, sunlight and nutrients. In some ways you could call them genetically superior, but really they are just invaders and usually non native. (I hope that question wasn't just rhetorical.) You thought when I told you I had a degree in Entomology, Plant Pathology and Weed Science it was funny. My mother still cannot say it without giggling.

Night all I am off to hobble to bed, actually I am getting better and better. I might walk like a 60 year old tomorrow. I plan on being thirty again next week or so.