Wednesday, March 17, 2010

History Rehab

I remember the days when I could pick a zit on my face and look like the girl from the Noxema commercial the next day. 
Now I do it and grow a perminent scar.

I can go back to a place in my heart where there is nothing but peace, warmth and great memories, like being at grandmas house.
Nothing was better than crawling into her clean crisp sheets at bedtime.

I can still hear the sound of our Italian holidays.
Always a bunch of noise, a million kids (all relatives) running around in circles like bats out of hell, a bunch of men playing poker,the ladies drinking coffee and eating cake.
The main course being served as lasagna, baked ziti, salad, octopus salad (gross), a bunch of fresh fish, fresh hot italian bread, Italian sausage, fresh red sauce that took 17 hours to cook, fresh mozzerella, fresh basil, and more.  
Anyways, now it's me hosting the holidays,
and those little kids running wild are mine!

I still hear Sophias voice at 2yrs old singing Itsy Bitsy Spider.  Now I hear her voice, but its singing to Fergie.

It was just yesterday when I could ride a rollar coaster 5 times and still go back for more.
Now I can barely stomach one round.

I remember hang gliding when I was 20,  free like a bird.
Now, just the thought makes my heart palpitate.

The days of sleeping in until 11am are far gone,and I couldn't sleep past 9am if I tried.

An Amber alert never effected me, not even sure I knew what one was until I had children of my own.

Now I watch Oprah and cry. 

It wasn't long ago that I had no time for tv. Now I have a schedule on which shows to watch on my DVR.

I lost the filter on my mouth.
I think that comes with age and being a mother.

I feel more brave, and uneffected by things.   Another thing that comes along with motherhood, i think.

After the experience of childbirth, it takes a lot to embarass me.

When I bend over my back and knees crack.

I tried to do a cartwheel for my neice the other day, and ended up with sore wrists and a headache.

The last contest I entered was our bake off at work.
It used to be a beer drinking contest.

A "big" night out consists of, 3 girlfriends talking baby talk, who get really over dressed (it is our BIG night out) for dinner, 2 glasses of wine cause if you have 3 your drunk.
Just yesterday it was a party, dancing around at a Michigan Winter show.

Don't get me wrong.  These changes in life are amazing.  Its part of life.  Its inevitable.

It just freaks me out sometimes..
I go through moments where I feel outdated.  Then I panic, but never go in reverse.
I just paint my nails black, blue or pink and out jumps my youth.
I throw a random streak of blonde in my hair to still feel that spunk.
I throw on an old Piebald CD and sing outloud in my car. 

When im feeling really old,  i just take a trip to my old stomping grounds downtown. (which is usually like once every two years)
I then make note, that I can still find the same faces in the same spaces. 
I get my fun fix for awhile, go home and thank god that I am where I am today. 

I love my life!

1 comment:

  1. i'm so thankful for the wine, the piebald and most importantly YOU!