I Won't Sweat The Small Stuff!

The trouble with getting older is not the loss of years, or saying keys when you meant car or saying "I can't think of the word" when you know perfectly well what the word is but you can't spit it out.  Or forgetting where you put what it is you are looking for and can't find. No, those are minor annoyances that you deal with as they happen.  What is really frustrating, to me, is not being able to work with small items as well as I used to.  I feel like my fingers are all thumbs.  They are so clumsy. Hubby John is putting up a new shed.  I help where I can.  I find  trying to hold the small screws and nuts and bolts is not as easy as it used to be.  A touch of arthritis in the hands does not help.  Crafting is still fun but I tend to get frustrated working with the little bits of glimmer, adornments and bling.   I am having to learn to do old things in new ways.  It's a learning process that I have a feeling will be mine from now until the end of my time.  Oh well....if that is the worse that I have to complain about then I guess my life is really good.  So I will throw in my crying towel and quit complaining.  Now,  where did I put my....you know...the thing you plug in that gets hot and sticks stuff together....oh yah,  glue gun.  Grrrr..Not to worry.  It's all good.  I'll just use tape and I won't sweat the small stuff!

My Old Man

My dearest Hubby John turns 60 today and he is having a bit of a hard time with it.
Here, in Canada, it means that they, the powers that be, officially recognize HJ as a senior citizen.
This is not a bad thing......Really!!!
Just think seniors discounts.
People opening the door for you.
You get to say "I forgot" and have people smile at you and say, "that's OK...we all forget now and then."
You get to whine and complain and nobody will tell you to shut up. They will just smile, nod their heads and say "it will be alright" and "things are sure to get better" and ask "is there anything I can do?"
As the "officially old man" wife I will do my best to ensure all this senior power doesn't go to his head.
When HJ forgets, I will be the one to say, "What do you mean you forgot? Why didn't you write it down or put it in your Blackberry?".
When he whines about being cold or hot or whatever, I WILL be the one to tell him to stop whining.
When HJ complains I will be the one to say, "Shut up and quit your complaining!"
The way I see it, getting old gives you the best of both worlds.
HJ will have those who sympathize with him and will help him wallow in self pity and he will have ME, the one who keeps him grounded, sane and in the real world.
So HAPPY 60Th BIRTHDAY HUBBY JOHN!
Remember HJ that turning 60 is not a death sentence.
It's only a number....a big one, I will admit, but still it's just a number.
After all has been said and done in this post,I've saved the best comment for last.
Hubby John remember to "them" you may be an just another old man..
but to me...... your my old man.

I'm worn out.

My four year old cutie-patootie Neve is all girl. She loves "doing" her hair and wants to wear skirts and dresses whenever possible. She is very concerned about the possibility of being mistaken for a boy (Heaven forbid that should ever happen!) so she wants to have her hair left long and not cut short. She likes to play princess dress-up, have her nails and toenails painted and wants to wear lip gloss (she is only allowed to wear Burt's Bees lip moisturizer as it is all natural). She loves going to ballet class, wearing her body suit....her new one is pink with rhinestones...pink hose and a little pink swirly skirt that moves "just so" when she twirls around. Neve plays with her dollies and her little kitchen and has a jewellery box that plays music and has a ballerina that dances when the lid opens. She likes to wear her beads and bangles and hair clips.....lots and lots of hair clips. She has Polly Pockets to play with and watches Hanna Montana because HM dresses appropriately, has manners and the show always has a good story line that teaches children positive behaviour. Neve's mom and dad say that HM is a good role model for young girls. Neve likes to have tea parties with her stuffed bunnies, kitties, bears and dogs and likes to play in her pink princess castle. She does have some toy cars, a garage and a carpet that looks like a village with streets on it that she plays with as well. But for the most part Neve is ALL girl who loves playing with her "Girl Stuff".
Today Hubby John and I spent the afternoon with old friends. We hadn't seen them for awhile and they had invited us over for the afternoon and to stay for dinner. While at Ginny and Carl's we caught up on all the family news and bits and pieces that happened since we last spoke to each other. They have two grandsons, aged three and a half and one and a half , that joined us along with their mommy and daddy for our visit. C & G's grandsons are definitely "ALL Boy"! We gave each of the boys an age appropriate toy. Xavier is the older and we gave him a police car that makes noise with its siren, has a flashing light and falls apart when it hits anything. Devon, the younger one got a little track that has two little soft cars, just the right size for his little hands, that drive away when you push a big button at the starting area. Both boys were thrilled with their new possessions. Both played with their cars the whole afternoon and each wanted the cars on the table or on their chair during dinner. Zoom, zoom, zoom, crash, crash, crash! Down the hallway, under the table and through the kitchen. I got tired just watching them. They were so cute to watch and they were so busy with those cars. They were loud and rambunctious and their energy level never wavered. It was high gear from the time they got there to the time they left for home. They were defiantly all "Boy" and loved their "Boy" toys.
I think there is a difference between boys and girls. I think Neve is quieter......sometimes. I think her energy level is not as high....sometimes. Hmmmm....could it be that I am wrong on this? Without having a boy and a girl to study on a regular basis I don't think I can make a true assessment.
Girl or boy. Boy or Girl. Blue or Pink. Pink or blue. At this age it really doesn't matter. What it really boils down to is that I am getting to old for this....and I'm only fifty something. Whew!!! They really did a number on this old lady. I need to go to bed now. All that energy has worn me out.