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March 2010
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I'm a mom of a 15-year-old daughter and a very energetic golden retriever. I lean to the right, but I don't plan on making this blog about politics unless issues demand. I do plan on discussing those things that life throws at us, from the trivial to the troubling. My goal is also to keep things relevant by keeping them local, but like the politics thing, I may draw outside of those lines from time to time. I enjoy people and their stories, because we all have one, and look forward to sharing and hearing about more.
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Perhaps unwittingly, I have been laughing death in the face. Or at least my age, which if you're a teenager like my daughter, they are one and the same.
I do not turn 45 until February, and for the most part my age has meant little to me. It really is just a number. But as I recall some of the last conversations I've had with similarly-aged peers, the topics have aged. What hurts, to dye or not to dye (for the record, hell yes), and how to counsel our children on the hidden temptations of dating, alcohol and sex.
My response has been, now that I look back at it, to run and keep running. Literally. I started jogging about a year ago again in earnest, figuring I had the time. Now I think it was a way to say "take that!" I figure I'm in better shape (at least in a cardio-vascular sense) than when I graduated from highschool. (I'll let you do the math on when that was.)
This fetish led to my taking a seasonal position with UPS as a driver helper. I'm sure I did not fit the general demographic. Most who 'live the big brown dream' are male and about 20 years younger. However, with some twisted pride mixed into the need to make money, I lasted the season of hopping onto and off of a truck carrying packages in cold and slippery conditions. In fact, I was thrilled to know that most of those 20-somethings don't bother to come back after the second week.
I tuck that experience into my cap, along with every step I take on the treadmill these days, and realize, "hey I still got it!" Take that, 45, and many more to come!
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