You Know You're Getting Old When...

You start paying attention to the fine lines on your face and become a willing participant to spending big money on moisturizers to reverse the signs of aging.  When you look at the back of your hands you start to see your mother's hands, so you slather on the moisturizers but the fine lines are still there.  Regular moisturizers are no longer enough, and you explain to your husband that the more expensive products are superior.


Me: It lasts all day and doesn't dry out like the Olay.
J: You don't need it, and then you'll have to use it forever.
Me: {Rhetorically} Don't you want your wife to be pretty?
J: You're already pretty.
Me: {We know this trick very well and I am not falling for it this time} Well I'm getting it.

So I bit the bullet and got this.  

In my defense I did make sure I didn't buy it at full price, but instead got 36% off and free shipping, as I hate to buy anything without a deal.  One day I will eventually accept the fact that the lines are not going anywhere with the use of anything, but until then J will have to put up with my vanity.

Survived Memorial Day

The kids' aunt V survived Memorial Day by being blessed with a light shift at the hospital.  One of her friends survived through a week confined on a boat (read: cruise) with his family, and I lived through the indignity of turning 37 today.  

The day started with dad calling at 7AM wishing me a happy birthday.  They normally don't even remember my birthday, but on the rare occasion they remembered, they called bright and early.  So much for sleeping in.  

I spent the rest of the morning looking forward to lunch...

One pound of USDA Prime rib eye, cooked medium rare.

Paired with:

J says this is one of the best wines he's had.  I thought it was a little spicy, but very smooth.  We got this from WTSO, and for some strange reason we can't find much information on line about this wine.  Perhaps it's due to the fact that they only produced 500 cases, and that the drink date is after 2011.  No worries, J got 4 of these so we'll try it out again next year.  For those of you who want to try it, you'll just have to come down here.

The wine definitely helped a great deal in letting me briefly forget that I'm 37, as I passed out for 4 hours after lunch.  Missed a few birthday well-wishers' calls, but ultimately didn't escape dad reminding me that I am almost 40 (Whoa. Not. So. Fast.), and that I should pay better attention to my diet.  Looks like it's time for another bottle...

Greys

For the past few years, I've struggled to keep the 3 grey hairs in check.  Just in this past week, I discovered a total of 6 grey hairs.  A 100% increase!  How did that happen?  Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with greys.  What's wrong is my urge to rid the silver strands that stand out in the black mess.  I'm already cursed with prematurely thinning hair; now with this uncontrollable compulsion to pluck out these greys, I have a feeling I'll be bald in no time.  

老人斑

It's official.  J is old.  A few weeks ago I discovered seborrheic keratosis on the side of his face.

The 2 dark spots in the center of the picture have a scaly 'stuck on' appearance, which is characteristic of seborrheic keratosis seen on old folks.

I had suggested that he go to the dermatologist to have it removed, but he refused.  I even offered to burn it off for him using liquid nitrogen, but he insisted that I not touch his beauty mark.  While running this morning, he said "I feel the sun shining on my 老人 mark."  I can just imagine that he's going to start looking like his grandfather, who has his fair share of seborrheic keratoses.

Definitely Getting Older

The two of us went to Costco today because we needed to stock up on bagels, spaghetti, and gum.  We walked out of there with a bottle of 2005 Heitz Cellar Cab Sauv, frozen pizza, bagels, 2 bags of chips, doggie treats, and a bottle of Glucosamine.  It wasn't until we got home when we realized that we had no spaghetti nor gum!  I don't know if it's due to old age, or the fact that Costco just throws you off as soon as you step foot in the warehouse.  You end up buying things you never intended to buy.  Take frozen pizza for example.  Call me a pizza snob, but I only eat freshly made pizza.  I don't eat frozen pizza, but voila, there it was in our cart.  The blame herein lies with the person giving out the free pizza samples, because the pizza really tasted like it was fresh out of the oven.  Now we have to make another trip tomorrow to pick up the spaghetti and gum.  真的老了！

Coconut Is His Kryptonite

J LOVES chocolate chip cookies; not so much coconut.  So imagine the disappointment when he realized (after having opened the package) he had accidently bought chocolate chip cookies with coconut!

He was pondering whether he could return the package while biting into his second piece.  I told him he couldn't even pin the blame on me this time, because he was the one who grabbed it while I was looking at the 'Cheeze-It'.  After sulking for a few minutes, he finally admitted defeat and said, “唉，老了！”

唉！老了！ (Getting Old!)

These three words seem to be popping up in our daily conversations and conscience more and more often now.  We're gradually noticing that the fine lines on our faces are becoming more apparent, the aches and pains as a result of sports injuries are becoming harder to get over, and the 'Homer Simpson D'oh moments' are occurring semi-regularly.  We even 'smell older', if you can believe that.  


Just this morning, during our run, J mentioned that his plantar fasciitis keeps acting up when he walks.  So he asked me to help him find a good pair of New Balance walking shoes.  WALKING SHOES!  THAT'S 'LIKE' FOR OLD PEOPLE!

If that's not old enough for you, then how about this one...

I am not one to be vain (OK, 'particularly vain').  I've always scoffed at those who succumbed to any kind of dermatological treatments just so they can desperately hang onto their youth by the threads.  However, the word 'botox' has been 'making frequent guest appearances' in my thoughts when I see those two deep 'chasms' in between my brows.  In my younger years, I wanted a well endowed chest; now I just want a face that's as smooth as a baby's bottom.

Speaking of baby bottoms...  Decades ago, when my cousin was just an infant, I remember my uncle brag how the newborn's poop actually smelled good ”真的好香！“  Not sure if it was true or that my uncle was certifiably insane at the time, but I'll bet baby poop probably is a little more aromatic than 'old people smell'.  In our twenties, J and I would exercise and hang out together in the park without either one of us noticing the other's 'scent'; but now, shortly after working out, you'd undoubtedly hear someone say, "honey, you should take a shower."  唉！真的老了！  

All joking aside, I'm honestly OK with the physical deterioration over time, just as long as we stay mentally sharp up until the day we leave this world.  I'm OK the with idea of us walking around looking like a pair of arthritic Shar Peis, just as long as we can remember where we last left our dentures (oh, and our deodorant).