AARP or Bust

I'm only 50 (ok, 51 in 3 months). That's not that old, but according to my boys "I'm older than dirt" and according to society I'm past my "prime." To both statements I say: HA!!!

Of course, most days my knees hurt when I sit too long or when I get up from my comfy couch (OKAY, so if I got OFF that couch more often, they might not hurt as much!).

My memory isn't quite as sharp as it used to be; but then, there are SOME things I'd LIKE to forget (ummm...the year 2005!?).

Looking in the mirror (or through the eyes of my "observant" children, I have more gray hair every day. . . even in my eyebrows!

I still have radar hearing, which is terrific . . . except at 11:30pm when my neighbor starts her laundry and then jumps on the treadmill for 45 minutes!!

I'm not going to let the world OR my family put me in a nursing home just yet. I'm still going to get glitter toes and dance around a stage in a musical with a bunch of 20 somethings and listen to Lady Gaga . . .

. . . and to all the AARP mail I've been getting . . . thanks, but no thanks . . . I. AM. NOT. OLD!! (well maybe for $16/year I can start getting those AARP discounts on cruises)