It’s Official. I Am Older Than I Have Ever Been.

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I turned 50 this week. Yes, you read that correctly.

Five. Zero.

I don’t even think it was a year after I started my blog that I wrote a post about turning 40. And now here we are.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the people I knew growing up who were in their 50s and I can’t believe I am now where they were. They were “old”. They were not just adults, but my elders. They had lived full lives, during decades of great change.

I’m still trying to figure some things out…including, “How am I 50?!”

I’m going to repost my 40 Random and True Things from my previous birthday post with a few updates, and add 10 more to celebrate this momentous occasion. ((insert laugh-cry))

  1. According to my mother, I was the first girl born to my father’s family in 90 years.  He was English (so I suppose it’s in my DNA) and gave me two middle names.
  2. I was born in Canada outside of Toronto.
  3. Evidently I was a born swimmer, jumping into the pool when I was about 2 with no floaties and no lessons.  I’ve been swimming ever since.  I love the water.
  4. I once missed the bus because I forgot my pink elephant, Pinky, for Show-and-Tell.  I still have it.
  5. I’m still friends with a girl I met in kindergarten.
  6. I used to sleepwalk occasionally as a child.
  7. I had (still kind of do have) a fascination with fire, and was caught on a few occasions playing with it – like burning the back of the seat of my stepfather’s car. Oh yeah.
  8. I did not like ketchup, until recently, but would eat tomatoes.
  9. I used to have the horrible habit of rolling my eyes…at everything and once fought with my third grade teacher about the date.  I argued that the calendar must be wrong.  Wow.
  10. I had hair that hung nearly mid-thigh and often pretended to be Madison from Splash – my hair was always green during the summer months.
  11. The first boy I ever had a crush on was named Tommy, but I also thought Kenny Rogers was a “fox”.  So there’s that.
  12. Tom Jones brought me on stage once and sang to me.  I still have the album he signed for me.
  13. I was in fifth grade when we watched the unfortunate events of the Challenger Space Shuttle take off, and I can still remember it clearly.
  14. I had my bike stolen in fifth grade from outside my house and I got in trouble for it. I wrote my first “novel” about running away from home because my stepfather was a jerk about it.
  15. The book about running away was a school project; we were given a blank hardback book and that was what inspired me to be a writer – the book, not the story. 🙂
  16. I was a ballerina for 16 years.
  17. I once tried out for cheerleading, but quickly realized it was not for me.  I joined the volleyball team instead, and regularly hated the cheerleaders’ perpetual perkiness.
  18. I was the third tallest kid in jr. high behind two boys, Conrad and Dean. I was one of the three tallest girls in high school.
  19. I topped out at 6 feet tall by the time I was 18.
  20. I had to wear guy’s jeans until I was almost 20 because they were the only pants that had inseam length.  I still have a problem finding clothes that are the right length; my sleeves are always too short, and pants a little high water.
  21. When I was 14, I met my friend Jill at a church youth group camp.  We thought we’d be pastors’ wives…oh how the times have changed.
  22. My mother entered me in a beauty pageant at 15.  I didn’t crack the top 10.
  23. I did modeling in my teens and was told by a photographer to lose 10 lbs.  I was 5’10” and 125 lbs at the time.  I quit modeling shortly thereafter.
  24. I sang in my junior high and high school choirs.
  25. I’ve always had very long hair and when I was 15, I rode a go-cart without a cover on the engine.  My unbound hair whipped in, and I lost nearly half the hair on the left side of my head. I ended up cutting off about 3 feet of hair to get rid of the burnt, mangled bits.
  26. I had my first kiss at 16 with my best friend at the time, Eric.  He thought we should lose our virginities together.
  27. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 29 and planned on writing a screenplay about it; the 40-Year Old Virgin beat me to it.  I had a friend who suggested I sell “it” to the highest bidder, like a geisha and at least make a profit.
  28. I played volleyball for years, despite not getting my varsity letter my junior year because I went on a French Club trip to see The Phantom of the Opera that coincided with state finals.  I didn’t play my senior year out of spite – still so stubborn.
  29. I did not go to my Senior Prom.  The boy I liked thought I was going with someone else and didn’t ask.  At our 10 year reunion he apologized. 🙂
  30. I considered being a showgirl, but was told I was too nice for the business.
  31. I was 19 when I discovered England was “home”, and the love affair began.  I’ve only been back once since.  Maybe that’s why no place feels like home?!
  32. My brother and I thought about opening up a tea shop, and while in research mode, snuck into a tea convention.  Such a rebel.
  33. Titanic was the first movie I ever saw alone.
  34. I went back to college after a 5 year hiatus and graduated 2 months shy of my 30th birthday.
  35. I’ve been a vegetarian for 8 years.  It was then that I discovered I’m lactose intolerant, but I’m never giving up cheese or ice cream! Now it’s been 18 years with many borderline vegan.
  36. I haven’t been on a date in 5 years, as I swore off men until I got my career off the ground.  I’m willing to lift the ban for the one who “gets me”. Oh, this is a whole other conversation.
  37. I hate horror movies and country music. Don’t come for me.
  38. I have almost every ticket from every movie I’ve ever seen at the theater.
  39. I don’t like drugs because of the loss of control.  I’m a bit of a control freak.  I’ve “smoked” like 3 times and did shrooms once.  It caused me to react with this weird hysterical laugh/cry thing that I did not care for.
  40. Inevitably, no matter where I work, I get the nickname Princess.  The Sis says it’s because it’s obvious.  I’ve always felt a kinship to Cinderella.

And now the 10 new random facts. I’m going to try to be positive.

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  1. Pink is my favorite color, all shades.
  2. Truffle and lavender are among my favorite flavors.
  3. I have a like/dislike relationship with olives, melons, and BBQ flavored things.
  4. The Sis and I got geek tattoos together for her 30th birthday, and now we have new ones planned for my 50th.
  5. I used to decorate cakes.
  6. I used to be the youngest among my friends and coworkers, for a long time. Now the kids under 30 I work with call me “Mom”. Yeah.
  7. For as bad as my memory is, I can still recall two of the best meals I’ve ever had – Nobu in Malibu and Gary Danko’s in San Francisco.
  8. One of the best things I ever did for myself – backpacking in Europe in my 20s.
  9. Deserted island playlist: Enya, Muse, Hans Zimmer, Depeche Mode, and Lady Gaga. This was hard to narrow down.
  10. Favorite “things” in the whole world – my two furkids.

I’m not sure what life lessons are to be found here, but if you need big sister-auntie-mom energy, I’m here for you.

I haven’t officially celebrated yet, that’ll be later this week, but it feels good to spend some time here with all of you. So, thank you! And Happy Birthday to me! ((insert laugh-cry))

xx, Rach

The Not-So-Impending Birthday Blues

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My birthday is in three days.

((wince))

Ever since my 30th birthday, back in two-thousand and something or other, I’ve had a sort of distant, disinterested relationship with the celebration of my birth.  Honestly, there are a few people who chose to ruin the day versus letting it pass and ruining the following day, so after a few slights, I stopped looking forward to them.

They haven’t all been bad though.

And the last year, despite some rough spots, was pretty good overall, and even though the number associated with this year’s birthday is a strange number to admit to (like, I can’t really be this old, right?!), I’ve realized a few things that really only come with age.

  1. I don’t care if everyone likes me.
    • It used to bother me if I learned there was someone who didn’t like me.  Why? Because I’m a sweet princess, and what’s not to like? 😉  Then it was my goal to make them like me. That was then.  This is now.  There’s a woman at work, who thankfully, I don’t see very often.  She likes to be nice to my face and then talk a whole lotta nonsense behind my back.  And I’m not her only target.  She’s about 50, and I find this kind of behavior juvenile.  I say good morning when I see her, half the time she ignores me.  Fine.  Whatever.  I’m not going to stop being nice because she’s clearly petty and jealous.  Before I would have gone out of my way to win her favor, and now, I’ve realized some people just don’t deserve that kind of attention.  It’s a waste of my time, which is precious the older I get, and the refreshing thing is, it really doesn’t bother me.  What an odd thing to discover.
  2. I’m comfortable in my own skin.
    • While I feel I have a few pounds to shave off – I mean, almost everyone I know feels this way – I’m comfortable with who I am.  I’m 6′ tall, and I’m currently about 170 lbs.  Even when I was working out last year fairly consistently, the scale didn’t change.  Of course the distribution did, but I realized, like my age, it’s just a number.  I’ll never get back to my high school volleyball playing days, and I’ve accepted that.  Am I still holding on to that one pair of pants I’m striving to fit back into?  Uh, yeah.  Everyone woman I know has that pair, but I think we’re all hanging on to them out of some twisted sense of nostalgia.
  3. I let my geek flag fly.
    • I don’t think I was ever embarrassed to admit the nerdy or geeky things I liked as a kid (kids are fairly shameless, after all), but as with the natural progression from child to teen, the desire to fit in with the people whose opinions wouldn’t matter the moment we took that first step in the graduation processional seemed rather important in those early days.  Then geek became cool, a sort of badge of honor, and joining a fandom became an open door to making the kind of friends who not only understand you, but are the kind of friends you make for life.  Star Wars aside, saying you play video games or want to cosplay will draw out the kind of people you want to know.  Well, that is, if that’s your cup of tea.  I proudly admit to writing fan fiction and getting a geek tattoo with The Sis, and because I’m comfortable in my own skin and I don’t care what people think, I’m not embarrassed to admit to much anymore.
  4. I’m happy on my own.
    • I always thought, and intended, to get married and have a family.  It’s what you’re “supposed” to do.  But I was never fond of the whole dating thing.  And the older I got, the less inclined I was to follow in such a tradition.  Then, when I was about thirty, the man I was dating at the time, yes, one in the same who ruined my birthday, and I had a pregnancy scare.  As the title of my blog suggests, I have a terrible memory, but I remember that moment clearly, as if it happened last week. 😉  It was an eye-opening experience, to say the least.  I was turned
      off to the whole relationship idea for years after; he was not a nice human being.  And then I got to a point where I had built a life I enjoyed, and knew it would take a special kind of person for me to want to mHiddles Bdayake room for them, and as of this post, I have yet to meet such a one.  (Except you, Hiddles.  I’d give up…hmm…well, we’ll have to talk about it. ;P)  Besides, two of my beloved icons, Elizabeth I and Jane Austen, never married.  Everyone still wants to set me up, but it’s nice that the stigma of the “spinster” has gone out the window and people accept me for the happy single I am.

So what does all this rambling mean?

Getting older has its benefits, and it’s a gift not afforded to everyone.

So, I’m not not looking forward to my birthday this year, in fact, I think I’ll do my best to embrace it.  There’s a lot to look forward to because I have BIG plans this year!

Ramble over.

xx, Rach

p.s. Thanks for being along for the journey!

Happy Birthday, Boobookins

With the arrival of the Leap Year, we get to officially celebrate the birthdays of our furkids who are 4 today.

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As rescues, from the same litter, we weren’t sure what they were going to grow up to be. We call them Chiweenies.  They are hilarious little monsters with lots of personality who have maintained the appearance of perma-puppies – they’re both under 10 lbs.  Loki and Phoebe, aka Chicken and Sausage, are among the best things to ever happen to me, and to feel that unconditional love is one of the great pleasures in life.

Happy Birthday, my little lovebugs!

My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.  Edith Wharton

It’s My Party…

Hiddles BdayI can’t believe it’s been a year since I wrote my post about being 40.  Gasp.

*Today I’m not quite sure what I’d like to talk about.  I’m not really in reflection mode.  I wasn’t dreading this birthday, but I also haven’t made any plans.  I’ve never really been one to celebrate.  I had a nice birthday last year, but it was a big one, so it was sort of necessary to commemorate the event, but not this year.

I was thinking about reminiscing about where I am currently and where I’d like to be by next year, but I think I talk about that kind of stuff enough regularly.  I was thinking that maybe I would talk about my favorite things at the moment, as those things tend to change, but most of you already know about some of my fixations (sure, let’s go with that), many of which will never change – see above image.

Honestly, at the moment, I don’t feel like doing much of anything.

What to do?  What to do?  Hmm…how about a little flash fiction that encapsulates the moment…

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She sat on the floor cross-legged tapping her fingers to a beat that only she could hear.  Her mind wandered to and fro, mainly between fantasy worlds she desired to be a part of.  That’s how she preferred to spend her time.  The rational part of her brain spoke loudly about all the things that required her attention while the frivolous side reminded her that this was the one day she didn’t have to follow convention.  Perhaps it was all those activities she had taken part of in her youth that had caused her to become reclusive.  There was no willing herself today.  She remained inactive, despite the rising volume of her inner responsibility.

She thought of the time wasted, the gift that she had allowed to go unopened, and hoped she would be lucky enough to do better tomorrow.

*I started this post earlier in the day, but the nothing I indulged in interrupted the flow.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to me. 🙂  Thank you all for being a part of my journey and here’s to a new year that will hopefully be better than the last!