For the most part, I really appreciate the great majority of my days. If I didn't, I would feel guilty as life is a most precious gift given to us by our Maker. I do not take the gift lightly and I want that gift as long as possible. That is why it is so sad when a young persons' life comes to a halt due to an illness, accident, war and so forth. There was so much more for them to experience and it's very sad when they can't.
I get a smile each time I hear a 30 or 40 year old comment on how the years just seem to keep going by at a faster pace then the last year. To a young person that statement makes no sense. One has to live through it.
But getting back to the mirror, I keep reminding myself that I could go purchase many skin products to eliminate the age spots, the wrinkles and the cellulite. They always have a gorgeous lady demonstrating how easy the product is to work with and what wonderful results are acquired through its use. I thought about buying a bunch, pouring it in the tub and just soaking in it. But I figure I would probably plug the drainage system with all the oils and so forth. Then too, how long would I have to remain in that solution to make sure all the age spots are removed, and the wrinkles tightened up---man, talk about a miracle. They seem to make it look so simple, so quick and with such fantastic results.
If that doesn't quite take care of enough tell-tale aging signs, I could have injections to fill in the void to make everything nice and smooth. Then of course, there is always plastic surgery.
If I could just have my chicken wings removed. Guys may not know that I'm referring to the lower portion of the upper arm.
I can remember my mother complaining about hers and I thought to myself, that's not going to happen to me. But alas, after being overweight for too many years, I'm the not-so-proud owner of chicken-wings. I'd really like to whack them off.
I know what you're thinking----plastic surgery or perhaps liposuction. That would work if I wouldn't bleed to death first or have a blood clot as a result. Just how do these Hollywood starlets do it.
Yuk, I just had an image of Joan Rivers. I think I'm better off with a little fat. Don't you always think of fat adding tenderness and some flavor to life?
No, I didn't forget the hair coloring but after a few times of doing so many years ago, I gave up. It seemed to be either to black or too red. Nothing like silver winding it's way through your crowning glory.
With so many serious things happning around the world, I thought I'd think through my possible options. I think it's best to remain on the same old path---you wouldn't know how to treat me otherwise. Either that, or you'd laugh yourself silly after passing me by.