- October 27, 2009
- 21 Comments
- General, Health & Beauty, Just Jenny, Sparkle, Goodness, Awesome
Dear Birthday,
I am 20 years past 17. Officially. Today. Thanks for showing up, Birthday.
I loved 17. I am not 17 in this picture. I am 36. But whatever.
I never really thought about 20 years past 17 when I was 17. I just thought about boys. And college. Boys at college. I didn’t even appreciate glitter.
I guess to some extent, we do gett better with age?
Psht.
For the record, I married a boy from college… I wasn’t 17 then either. I was 22. *mathmathmath* That was almost 15 years ago.
How did I get closer to being 50 than 15? Not that anything is wrong with 50 – for other people. *eyes crossing*
Oh, Birthday… you deepen my “smile” lines. Oh Birthday, my aching joints! You laugh and point as more frequently I realize, “I can’t do THAT like THAT anymore…”
I mean I CAN. I am like The Little Engine That Could. Except I run on glitter, not coal. It all just looks a lot different and may take longer these days…
Stop being dirty. I’m talking about walking and getting out of chairs.
I hate how I am start to get gimpy.
Yes, GIMPY… Birthday.
Who knew I would grow such a passion for orthopedic inserts and glucosamine… Vitamin B, thyroid medication and the never ending quest for hormone balance… ???
Huh, Birthday?
Who. Knew?
But you know what… BIRTHDAY…. You know what AGING?… I got glitter. I got ‘tude. I got 3 kids who make fun of me. Stretch marks, “bat wings”… Aaaand yes, I got a few achy joints. Ahhh, but I also have a YouTube channel. You know what’s even youthier, tho…. Birthday? I have photo editing tools. That’s right. With the power of sites like Picnik … I. May. Never. Age.
That picture up there? “Fixed”. You didn’t think I’d post a picture like THIS, did you?
Smile lines. Yay.
Some people call these developing lines on one’s face a “road map” of sorts. Of living and loving and more living.
You know what I call it?
A FACE.
THE FACE OF AN GORGEOUS AGING WOMAN
I can get a map from the Triple A, Birthday. Stay away from mah face – m’kay Pumpkin?
OK, so that pic isn’t so bad, not as bad as a few others I have, but this is my blog and my letter to my birthday and by golly, I don’t want to scare my friends and stalkers away. I want YOU (friends and stalkers) to keep coming back, and tell me how young I look… tell me how un-mappy my features are. Andwhatnot.
Facebook and its photo tag-ability is probably a vain old woman’s greatest enemy. You can quote me on that.
*sigh*
I have a driver’s license that expires today. I am already planning what weight I will give. See what aging does to me, Birthday? It makes me scheme.
I have become a schemer. Now I just need a cane and a name like Scrooge. I have already caught myself calling “young people”… “You young folk…”
I break my heart. Which is becoming increasingly easy to do since it is become frail with the burden of years. *grips back*
I have developing wrinkles. I wear a retainer at night. I even bought denture cleaner. For my retainer, but still. It’s another step.
I find that lotion has been come a dear and treasured friend. Hydration!
I find I must carry more “stuff”… “camouflage”, if you will. This is war, you know. All warriors dress in camo. Especially thos of us waging war against facial road maps and whathaveyou.
Birthday,… with the “TH” sitting right in the middle of your name, you sound soft, but you hit hard. Every year.
I am not a good sport about this “aging thing”.
Not. At. All.
If there were a way to slice this age progression with a knife, I would. Oh wait. I’m kidding. I would never get plastic surgery tomorrow.
I know. I should embrace my womanhood and love the wrinkles, stretch marks, sags… all evidence of a life well-lived.
Or evidence of too many cookies.
Whatever.
I have to go get ready. I have to do my hair. Put on war paint. And lie to the DMV about how much I weigh.
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Happy Birthday Jenni. I don’t think you have much to worry about. You are 17 to all of us. And all of the glitter is so distracting and blinding no one can see any smile lines. Keep it up. Glitter and Dancing are better than botox.
You look fabulous! I want to look like you when I grow up. Oh wait, I already am 37. Darn it.
Have a GLITTERY Birthday!
Hey Jenny…Oh Happy Day!!! I loved your post…loved, loved, loved it!! I am currently celebrating my 4th annual 30th birthday…I will be perpetually 30…until one more person calls me ma’am and I break down right there on the street and start crying. When I turned 15 and went to get my driver’s license my mother said, “Be the weight you want to be”…gotta love a mother that teaches her daughter to lie at a young age. Have a wonderful day with lots of cake…and wash it down with more cake…or a stiff drink…your choice, because by golly it is your birthday!!!–Stacey (from school)
Happy Birthday, Jenny!! You look amazing… AND that with that sense of humor and youthful attitude… I know you aren’t goin’ down without a fight. Enjoy your special day!!
Um hello? It’s my birthday too! This means we are AWESOME!!!! Happy birthday girl.
Happy Birthday!!
Hope some of the glitter spray carried over for your special day. Have a ridiculously happy one!
Happy birthday, gorgeous lady!! Get yo glitter on!! Eh, who am I kidding? I think you get your glitter on most days!
In a few weeks I’ll be 4…hold on, I gotta cough something up…2.
42
!!!
How does that happen? I seriously wonder. Sadly (though I like to call it ‘oddly’) I have time to ponder that question each night after I (finally) get up off the couch because I have to stand stone still in the middle of the floor before I can then actually walk. Yeah. That’s 42.
But not QUITE yet. But still…
Oh, thanks for reminding me. I’ve got to determine a realistic fake weight for my when I have to get my driver’s license renewed next month. I think the higher our ages get, the lower our fake weight becomes. Maybe that’s just me.
Anyway, one more time with feeling – Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!!! Hope it’s a great one, despite the lines. I got’em too. But, OH what we know now vs. then, when we had tight bottoms and perky *ahem*. Wouldn’t give it up for anything. OK, well, maybe I’d give it up to shed a few lbs., but laugh lines, BRING ‘EM. Cuz that just shows that we have been happy girls ALL.THESE.YEARS. And that there is something to shake a really big stick at!! Keep on smilin’ girly!!! =)
You still look absolutely divine, in my book (or should I have said you look absolutely glittery?) =)
I turned 31 two days ago. Turning 30 was awesome. It was exciting. I’d hit a milestone. The big 3-0! And now I’m 31. I hate it. I am stuck in the thirties and will be for another 8 years. It stinks. People say 30 is the new 20. Well if that’s the case, what’s happened to my face? And my thighs? Because they sure don’t know I’m the *new* 20. But I have found that I am finally finding myself as a person. It took over a decade for me to do that. So I guess that’s one positive thing about getting older. We know ourselves better. Even if we don’t “like” parts of ourselves as much.
Hope you have an absolutely wonderful day, birthday gal. *cheers*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my sweet Jenny on the Spot.
I am one of those “other people” who is ALMOST 50. A year and 4 months. Not that I’m counting or anything. But I do plan to have a big blow-out to celebrate.
So, perhaps you can understand why 37 seems ridiculously young. But I had my chance at 37. And I did NOT blow that chance. Nor did I blow any of my chances at various ages. And I know you won’t either.
People tell me I look young for my age, and I’ll admit: I like hearing that. But the fact is, I LIVED those years, and whether I look it or not, I AM a PROUD 48.
Boy, now I’m just rambling. It’s the muscle relaxers. But also the fact that I’m almost 50. See what happens? OK, I’ll shut up now. I think I wanted to impart some sort of life lesson from a wise older woman, but I’ve only proven that I’m a rambling old lady who is dependent on muscle relaxers.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
How dare you strike through calling yourself “gorgeous”! The only way that is acceptable is if you replace it with “stunning”!
Kiddo you are a Spring Chicken
Add 10 more years on your number and that is how old I am…. knocking on the BIG “50″ Wishing you a beautiful birthday,may all of your wishes and dreams come true 
Happy birthday!
You are gorgeous and I hope I am lucky enough to be that stunning when I hit 37.
Hope your day is filled with glitter and awesomeness!
Happy 20th anniversary of 17, my dear.
We are the same age friend! Glad to have you here…cause you know misery loves company:) LOL. I loved your letter to Birthday. Could you write one for mine too? Tell it, to knock it off, and invent something clever like once you reach 40, you get younger- or free cake. SOMETHING. Happy Birthday! *Mwah*
Happy Birthday mah gurl! And your picture is smokin! Ka chow! I have to tell you a funny.. stepped out my front door this morning, and was all… oh.. it must have gotten really cold last night, the side walk is sparkly with frost. BUT. IT. WAS. GLITTER! From Saturday. Hee hee hee!
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Happy “belated” Birthday, my friend. I love your smile lines. Having had an opportunity to be in your lovely company (not to mention, sharing in passing on the glitter spray) you have such vibrant energy and your love of life is totally infectious (seriously, still cleaning glitter out of the weirdest places; don’t ask) and that, my friend, you canNOT get out of a can! Not, yet, anyways. [[[hugs]]]
Happy Birthday (belated) girlfriend!
I lied to the DMV for years and finally I actually weigh LESS than what my driver’s license says. Ha!
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