Thursday, July 22, 2010

Just Pray

Sometimes, all there is left to do is pray.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A Wrinkle in Time

I recently had a milestone birthday, in my mind anyway. I turned twenty-eight. I know many of you (by many, I mean the five people who seem to read my blog) probably don't see twenty-eight as a milestone. But, for me, it is. I'm nowhere near as worried about thirty as I am about twenty-eight. You see, when you're twenty-eight, there's no arguing that you're in your late twenties. And when you're that late into your twenties, you might as well be thirty. And when you're actually thirty at least you can use the word "early" again. "I am in my early thirties," just sounds so much better to me.
Anyway, in my nearly four weeks of being twenty-eight I have made a new discovery - wrinkles! I have them. They're on my face. They're around my eyes, around my mouth, up my cheeks and on my forehead. I don't like it. If I have this many wrinkles at twenty-eight what will I look like when I'm fifty-eight?! I'm kind of nervous. I'm prepared to run frantically into the most expensive cosmetic boutique and buy every anti-aging product on their shelves.
I have been told, on many occasions, that if I'm consistent in moisturizing my face, it will slow down the aging process dramatically. I have been moisturizing for years. I can only imagine that if it weren't for my dedicated moisturizing, I could use the bags under my eyes to pack for vacation! I wouldn't need a diaper bag. I could keep an extra snack for Toby in the deep crevices around my mouth. But, fortunately, I have moisturized and I have the luxury of carrying my beloved Tommy Hilfiger bag with me wherever I go.
You know, I remember being little and seeing my grandpa's numerous forehead wrinkles when he raised his eyebrows. I LOVED them! I remember sitting in front of the bathroom mirror raising my eyebrows hoping for just one wrinkle! Once, I saw him do it and I asked him to help me. But to no avail, even a professional forehead wrinkler, like Grandpa, was unable to solve my problem.
Now, I have an entirely new problem. All that wishing for forehead wrinkles, as a little girl, has paid off. Little did I know that someday I would be twenty-eight wishing those very wrinkles away. See you at Estee Lauder!!