It's time for my favorite post of the week:
-It drives me crazy that I have to use anti-wrinkle cream and zit cream. I mean, come on! I'm not 13 any more nor am I 50. But if I didn't use either one, ScArY!!
-I have been coloring my hair to cover my grays for almost 10 years. When Marcus and I got married almost 8 years ago, I had one gray hair. If I didn't color my hair regularly, I would be almost completely gray. I'm only 29!!! (I know, I know...remember..I am always going to be 29...for like forever!!) I use to always get it colored professionally, but when we had to start watching every penny, that luxury went out the window. Now I have to do it myself. from a box. from the grocery store. The horror, I know.
-I still shop in the junior department. I can't bring myself to shop in the women's department. I don't want to dress like my grandma. (No offense, Grandma.) I struggle finding my own style. I don't want to look like a teenager, but I don't want to look like a grandma. There needs to be a happy medium somewhere. There have been numerous times that I have had the same shirt, or pants or purse as one or more of the young women I work with at church. I don't want to be one of those 50 year old women that still dresses like they are 12. You know the ones I am talking about: they look like leather from all the years of tanning, their hair is like 3 feet tall and bleach blonde, their clothes are WAY too tight and their fingernails are longer than their fingers. That's gonna be me in 20 years. Except I don't tan since my grandpa died of skin cancer. I'm always as white as a ghost and I'm okay with that. But the rest will be me unless I learn to dress my age.
-I find myself watching the kids' shows (I Carly, Wizards of Waverly Place, Victorious) when they aren't even around. I think I Carly is freakin' hilarious!! Love that show. And yes, I listen to Justin Bieber when Emma isn't around. But don't tell her; she will freak out and get all psycho on me. Justin is hers and only hers.
Great...I just realized that I have revealed to the whole wide world....or small handful of people who actually read this..that I am really a 30 something that colors her gray hair, still gets acne, has wrinkles and dresses like a teenager. Classy Monica. Classy.