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Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened ~ Jennifer Yane

We know when we’re getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it.

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional ~ Chili Davis A well adjusted woman is one who not only knows what she wants for her birthday, but even knows what she’s going to exchange it for.The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age ~ Lucille Ball

Thirty five is a very attractive age; London society is full of women who have of their own free choice remained thirty-five for years ~ Oscar Wilde
Few women admit their age. Few men act theirs ~ Anon

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age ~ Robert Frost

A woman’s always younger than a man of equal years ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Grow old with me, the best is yet to be ~ Robert Browning

 

Well I did it… I survived another birthday, another hateful birthday. I have to confess I was in a right strop at the beginning of the week and on Tuesday I just wanted to cry… well I did, I cried a lot and withdrew into my shell.

I have the added onus of ensuring that my twin brother (who I think looks at least ten years older than me, or perhaps I should say I look ten years younger) does not mention our age because it was in fact our ??th birthday and I am not at all happy that I have got older, but no wiser. Also, I LIE…. so don’t even ask me!

I have a few laughter lines (isn’t that what they call them) around my eyes and an odd grey hair and I’ve just had to buy the next size in jeans… not because my bottom has expanded, it has merely dropped, but because my waistline has kinda disappeared in that frightening phrase, middle-aged spread… huh. So instead of wearing bottom hugging but I can’t breathe jeans, I have had to buy the next size with added ‘stretch’ which means my stomach is not in my throat, and there’s still a little room for expansion!

[…Jen, sweetheart, I have since learned that your size 6 is our size 10 so I don’t hate you after all and now I don’t feel so bad; but it’s my size 10’s that are cruelly teasing me in my wardrobe]!

I have a wonderful friend who torments me because I am exactly two weeks older than him… I have to remind him that my birthday would have been in the middle of November if I wasn’t a month premature. I’ll try any trick.

Also, I am a sucker for lotions and potions and I was totally gutted when I learnt last week that Clinique are in trouble for the claims they made about their Repairwear products… I have been using them religiously and, in truth, I haven’t seen any improvement. In my attempts to turn back time, I spend a fortune on moisturisers and body lotions and foot creams and sculpting and firming and toning lotions…. maybe I shall have to succumb to that knife. Does anyone have any tips that work, really work, other than wearing a sack over my head?

Everyone says you are as old as you feel… I’m not feeling anyone, but I do know I am at that age when I should know better and so happy I don’t!

Anyway I got through Wednesday and by yesterday I was back in good humour, the day was behind me, and I don’t have to think about it for another 364 days… should I live that long.

In fairness the children were lovely and bought me a new ipod and Rachel came home early from work and took me shopping and of course I HAD to buy another pair of shoes… didn’t I? Oh I must go back for the gorgeous lingerie I lovingly lingered over… another thing I am a sucker for so that even if I know I look like sh** on the outside, at least I’m wearing something pretty underneath… and say I get run over and the doctor at the hospital is the man of my dreams… sorry… got carried away there.

Later we all met up for dinner, me, my mama, Daniel (Rachel’s bf) Jamie and Lucy and I got nicely sozzled on margaritas as, hooray, I wasn’t driving. Yesterday morning at work, I had a coffee every half-an-hour….. hmmm and my boss was being especially nice and caring and generous (with the work) … okay he was sucking up with the sweet-talk and really overdoing it just to piss the others off in the office.

It is the one day in the year when I want to hide under the covers all day and make it disappear, but my friends and family do not allow me to forget it. I sincerely thank everyone for their good wishes, their kindness and their generosity both at home and through cyberspace. Jill, thank you for the special Bobby treat on your blog.

My world has grown for the better since meeting and getting to know you all. I wonder and am in awe of the talent in blogdom and I value the friendships we have made and the love we have for each other.

I wish each and every one of you a wonderful weekend and to those who share my faith, Shabbat Shalom

~~~ooOoo~~~

His hands dig deep into my heart
They curl around and squeeze it tight
My heart it throbs and beats within his grasp
Willing I am, no struggle, no fight

His hands reach darkly into my soul
And stroke my essence, my nub, my core
Silently I’m screaming, I belong to you
Take my being, take me more

His hands brush gently across my form
And caress like a butterfly my skin
A fire burns beneath his touch
My womb is crying out within

His hands run frenzied through my hair
And pull me sharply towards his face
Captivated and drowning in his eyes
Yielding to his wild embrace

His hands search boldly within my depths
Arousing, beckoning, pleasure, desire
Leaving earth, welcoming heaven
Flying on wings in a chariot of fire

His hands rest gently in my own
His strength, his power, possess me still
Sleeping for now within his arms
For soon his hands will return of their own free will

Copyright 2006 Ann Raven


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