Sunday, May 6, 2012

Girls Just Want To Have Fun

When I reached my thirtieth birthday, I was elated. Absolutely giddy, I tell you. I could not believe my good fortune. I found the very thought of reaching my thirties to be a miracle. I am pretty sure I heard angels singing that day. No, seriously. I was in love with being three decades old. I couldn’t understand why so many people I loved had shuttered for months before their thirtieth arrived. You would have thought body parts were destined to fall off on their thirtieth birthdays. I just didn’t get it. I remembered my tenth and twentieth birthdays being pivotal. Thirty was all that and more.

Approaching my fortieth birthday, I felt a sense of awe and wonder. How could I, being the complete moron I am known to be, have reached such a spectacular age? Women in their forties were beautiful, smart and oozed awesomeness from my perspective. To join that club was amazing. I mean seriously, how lucky was I to be forty and still feel like I did at twenty? Maybe my body looked older but my brain still said I was all that and a side order of fries.

Fifty. Seriously, I cried like a baby when I turned fifty. There was a deep, spiritual, overwhelming cloak of sacredness that fell from the heavens and covered my very being on that day. I looked in the mirror, watching the tears flowing down my cheeks and thanked God for this amazing time in my life. I was fifty. I had made it half way to my hundredth birthday. I had lived an amazing life so far. I was blessed beyond belief with a family that loved me and friends that stood by me. What more could I hope for? I was sure I would reach a state of Nirvana when I hit sixty because the decade birthdays for me had always been so freaking inspiring.

Then I turned fifty-four a few months ago. What? The? Hell? All of a sudden I have no direction in my life. I say whatever comes into my brain including letting strangers know what I think of their rude and ridiculous public displays of poor upbringing. My few stray gray hairs that I have always prided myself in honestly earning have sprouted friends. My oath to never curl up and dye is now being tested. Hair has stopped appearing where I need it to appear and has begun to proliferate in areas that will surely earn me a spot in the circus. I’m talking the main tent attraction here. My body, though never much to brag about, has now become something people would definitely find much to talk about. I need braless days at home now and then. Girls need to breathe once in awhile however the thought of tripping over them has become a real issue at fifty-four. And falling, lets talk about falling. Can I even begin to tell you how many times I have fallen lately? And this without drugs, alcohol or rock concerts involved. I mean, I am walking along and all of a sudden my legs yell up to my brain, “Trip her!!” and down I go. Of course, then all I can think about is yelling, “Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”, because, dammit to hell, I am the same stinking age as that damn woman in the commercial. Dammit! My mother loved that word. Dammit. And now I am using it. I am officially my mother. I am old.

So here I am at fifty stinking four, with a husband that would surely like to have sex again someday. With me, I am pretty sure. The problem is, we are both working ridiculous retail hours that leave us worn to a frazzle by the time we get home around ten every night. Losing his job at fifty stinking eight was not a part of our retirement plan. Working retail to pay our house payment was not a part of the plan either. Never having sex again must be factored into this current equation. Sex seems to be a recurring theme in my last two posts. Who knew this was such an important part of old people’s lives?

Anyway, hard decisions are about to be made. We want to have a life worth living again. We want to see our grandchildren, have dinner with friends, go camping, take in homeless people. We would like to travel someday and I mean further than to work and back. We would like to have sex.

Do we sell everything, kiss our sweet horses, chickens and piggy goodbye and move into a small house somewhere? Do we stay in Oklahoma? Do we head somewhere else? Anywhere else than where we are now, working ninety hours a week? This does not feel like living. This feels like death grip survival mode. I am pretty sure we are both just about ready to see the end of this debacle. All I know is I am fifty stinking four and there is suddenly less time in front of me than behind me. I have things I want to do, places to go, people to see.

God help me if I make it to sixty!

12 comments:

Katharine said...

Awk! One week today I turn fifty. I'm happy about it! Now I'm just afraid of 54! Hope you find a solution soon!
Blessings!

Delirious said...

I will be 51 this year, and I"m pretty depressed about it. I mean, it's true that it's better than the alternative, but dang I'm old.

I said something to my 24 year old daughter about sex, and she said, "Mom, you two are too old to be doing that!" I said, "Wow, you really think we are ancient, don't you?" And I think I said something about how she would understand when she is my age. lol

Ms. A said...

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

About the falling... maybe they would give us a deal if we both got a "Life Alert". (as long as mine doesn't require me to also have a life)

Brian Miller said...

sex is a hugely important part of any one's life...and that is not just because i am a guy...haha...so make time...seriously...smiles...

AmyH said...

Come, live in my RV and follow my crazy family around. Maybe with some more help around here John will agree to another baby....and a puppy.....Just THINK of the trouble we could get into!

Teresa - in the Middle Side of Life said...

LOL - no doubt. I could post all kinds of things about sex. The lack of mostly. My daughter swears I only had "it" three times (I have three children).

You should look forward to 55... those senior discounts are great! I'll be 56 in 16 weeks (but who's counting?) and I'm amazed that I'm really that old. My body screams that it is, but my mind is working very hard to refuse it.

Deborah said...

I work retail. I was laid off from my corporate graphic design job quite a while ago.

I do what I do to make it through.

And, yes, sex is part of that!

Glen said...

Sex isn't all that great - ask my wife, she'll tell you :-)

It's no good dying unhappy in a mansion.

When you could be truly living in a bungalow.

just saying... :-)

Joanna Jenkins said...

I turned 54 three weeks ago and have nothing nice to say about it either so I feel your pain about the aging process. Ugh.....

I am sorry to hear you are having so many problems and working such awful hours. If you decide to move, don't come to California-- This place is too stinking expensive. Ugh again.

Now go have sex.. with your husband.

:-) xo jj

Mrs. Tuna said...

I turned 50 last week. I feel like I'm holding up, someone tried to give me a kitten as a gift. Ummm... No.

I finally landed a job after getting laid off last fall. 30% less pay but at least steady. Hopefully things in the economy will improve for you guys.

xoxoxoxo

Anonymous said...

Geez, would you just come home already?? I can find homeless and hookers for you to take care of....the sex part I know nothing about :)

XOXOXO

Marie

So. Cal. Gal said...

I was THRILLED to turn 30 because my 20s sucked.

I didn't mind turning 40 because I had a man in my life who thought I was pretty.

I turn 50 in a few years and I hope my life gets WAY better by then. They say it's hell getting old, but it's a pain in the @$$ getting old when you're disabled.

In other news, your "I've fallen and I can't get up" comment reminded me that I had a t-shirt made that said, "Help! I've fallen and... Hey! This is kind of comfortable." Most people laughed but one old broad said, "That's just rude." I replied, "Someone needs to find her sense of humor." : P

Now the boob thing...mine would touch the ground if I didn't sit for a living. My knees make a nice, little shelf for the girls.