Love to All,
midRae
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'not me' Monday........
Here we go again. Yeah!! And now it's time for that fun weekly carnival that we all love, 'not me Monday!' Let's all join in and see what we got. I'm sure we have a lot of those 'not me's' just stored up and ready to share.
Wow it's been awhile! And I really don't have much to share, at least not right at this moment, who's to say I won't think of more as I type.
You all know tailEnd, right?
Isn't he just the cutest? But then again I guess all of us moms think that way about our cute kids. This is a photo of tailEnd taken last fall after he forgot to get me the info for school photos, I always do the school photos just so I can get a good one, I'm new at this taking of photos thing, but as you can see not this time.
OK, moving on to 'not me' Monday.
So it was not us who straightened tailEnds hair this past week. Nope not us.
And then I did not let him go to school with all of that long hair. Nope I would never do that, I would never let my child be the big distraction at school. My boys have always had a neat and tidy appearance at all times, so neat and tidy in fact that they usually get looked over (NOT!!). I would never ever let my boys just try things just because.
Guess what? I didn't think of anything else but that's OK. I hope you all enjoy the quick glimpse of tailEnd because by the time he got home from school he was over the straight hair. Quick shower and wash and he was back to all curls.
Have a wonderful Monday.
Love to All,
midRae
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Ma'am!
As I was getting ready to leave the check out line yesterday the sweet younger bagger person nicely asked me, 'Can I help you out with that, Ma'am?. How nice and respectful. I promptly told her no and went on my merry little way to my car. As I was getting closer to my car it hit me, she just called me Ma'am, and I did not like that!
Not one little bit!
OK, yes I am middle aged and yes I do have a full head of grey hair. But I don't feel like a Ma'am now, just like I have never ever felt like a Mrs. midMan. I would always just cringe inside every time one of my boys' friends did the polite thing and called me Mrs. midMan. That just makes me sound so old, and apparently I have a problem with that.
I started going grey in the head when I turned 22. I tried to dye it once, which promptly turned back to grey in 30 days. Such a waste of time and money so I decided to go grey gracefully. I really thought I was doing a good job of this until yesterday. I guess I don't want to get old, I don't want to get slow, and I don't want to be called Ma'am or Mrs. midMan.
Now on the other side of this issue I am so excited about becoming a Grandma in two months. I can't wait to be called Grannie midRae. I can't wait to hug and cuddle and kiss and love and hug and cuddle and kiss and love that wonderful little bundle of joy that will call me Grannie midRae. I shall relish the joy of being a Grandma. I can't wait to sit and read and spoil and bake cookies with this little guy. Grannie midRae, what an honor.
Let's see if we can figure this out. I have grey hair, lots of grey hair. I am middle aged, 45 to be exact and proud of that. I don't like to be called Ma'am, it's what I used to call the ladies that were way old. And please don't call me Mrs. midMan but you can call me Grannie midRae.
HUH?!?
I'm a middle aged woman on the verge of menopause, slowly letting go of my youth and not liking the fact that I need to embrace my middle aged womanly self. I probably should have embraced the middle aged woman years ago and then I wouldn't be having these issues. Poor midMan, he has a lot to deal with, no wonder he likes hibernating in our bedroom. I need to do something about this.
Here goes:
I shall smile nicely when called Ma'am and thank the parents of the nice bagger person for raising such a respectful young person. I shall smile nicely and love that I am Mrs. midMan, I have always been proud that midMan loves and wants me. I shall love my grey hair and wear it proudly, thank you Mom, Dad, and God you have all blessed me with some really nice hair. And I shall find all of the joys of Grandparenthood and roll around and wallow in them until I am nothing but joy and laughter all of the time. And I promise to finally decide and accept that I am middle aged, but I am still going to wrestle tailEnd and sit on him until he decides he's had enough of getting beat by his mom.
Middle age can be wonderful. I am in the best shape of my whole life, I have so much time to share with midMan now that the kids are pretty much grown, I have Grandbaby's to love and watch grow, and I am Mrs. midMan, what a blessing.
Love to All,
Mrs. midMan
Not one little bit!
OK, yes I am middle aged and yes I do have a full head of grey hair. But I don't feel like a Ma'am now, just like I have never ever felt like a Mrs. midMan. I would always just cringe inside every time one of my boys' friends did the polite thing and called me Mrs. midMan. That just makes me sound so old, and apparently I have a problem with that.
I started going grey in the head when I turned 22. I tried to dye it once, which promptly turned back to grey in 30 days. Such a waste of time and money so I decided to go grey gracefully. I really thought I was doing a good job of this until yesterday. I guess I don't want to get old, I don't want to get slow, and I don't want to be called Ma'am or Mrs. midMan.
Now on the other side of this issue I am so excited about becoming a Grandma in two months. I can't wait to be called Grannie midRae. I can't wait to hug and cuddle and kiss and love and hug and cuddle and kiss and love that wonderful little bundle of joy that will call me Grannie midRae. I shall relish the joy of being a Grandma. I can't wait to sit and read and spoil and bake cookies with this little guy. Grannie midRae, what an honor.
Let's see if we can figure this out. I have grey hair, lots of grey hair. I am middle aged, 45 to be exact and proud of that. I don't like to be called Ma'am, it's what I used to call the ladies that were way old. And please don't call me Mrs. midMan but you can call me Grannie midRae.
HUH?!?
I'm a middle aged woman on the verge of menopause, slowly letting go of my youth and not liking the fact that I need to embrace my middle aged womanly self. I probably should have embraced the middle aged woman years ago and then I wouldn't be having these issues. Poor midMan, he has a lot to deal with, no wonder he likes hibernating in our bedroom. I need to do something about this.
Here goes:
I shall smile nicely when called Ma'am and thank the parents of the nice bagger person for raising such a respectful young person. I shall smile nicely and love that I am Mrs. midMan, I have always been proud that midMan loves and wants me. I shall love my grey hair and wear it proudly, thank you Mom, Dad, and God you have all blessed me with some really nice hair. And I shall find all of the joys of Grandparenthood and roll around and wallow in them until I am nothing but joy and laughter all of the time. And I promise to finally decide and accept that I am middle aged, but I am still going to wrestle tailEnd and sit on him until he decides he's had enough of getting beat by his mom.
Middle age can be wonderful. I am in the best shape of my whole life, I have so much time to share with midMan now that the kids are pretty much grown, I have Grandbaby's to love and watch grow, and I am Mrs. midMan, what a blessing.
Love to All,
Mrs. midMan
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