"Getting older ain't for sissy's" says my dad. "Just wait til your my age" says my mom. "never" says me. I swore along time ago that there were certain things my parents said to me that i wouldn't say to my children. Oh well, i've said them. especially the wait til your my age. or wait til you have kids. Years ago, and i mean about 20 years ago, i didn't mine getting older. my early teen years were rough. and i hated school. so naturally i couldn't wait til i was out of my teens. then the 20's. 3 out of 4 kids were born. that was good. bad marriage, not so good. so i didn't mind turning 30. I had my last child when i was 30. that was good. ending bad marriage was good too. realizing a marriage ends never sits well even if you wanted it to end. you tend to wonder if you can raise the children as a single parent. and what will the future hold. but i can honestly say, the future got brighter. and with the help of my parents, the child raising went pretty smooth. Thanks mom and dad. late 30's met my wonderful husband, wayne. that was good. now i'm a year away from 40. and i'm not really looking forward to it.
I used to shake my head at my parents when they would talk of the aches and pains of "getting older". now it's my turn. and i'm sure my kids shake their heads at me.
I always thought that certain ailments were for women who were in their 50's. WRONG. almost a year ago, i started having nightsweats and hot flashes. WHAT IS THIS. 38 and menopause??? no way!! looked up symptoms of menopause. yes way. on the bright side.... like there's a bright side, better to get it over with. then a friend say's she's been going through it for 4 years or so. YUCK. then i read women can suffer for 10 years. NOOOOOOO!!!!!! sorry to say this is a part of life i cant do anything about. Mom says since she's been through menopause she doesn't have to shave her legs. Hmmmmm, there's a pro to this. no more shaving my legs. I can deal with that. and i've noticed, that i'm not shaving them as often. not because i feel lazy, who wants to shave every other day. it's because, not much there. now it's once every 2 weeks. the only other pro is, eventually, no more monthly visit's.
yesterday, i was talking to my cousin. and as she would brag, she's younger than me. by 10 months. and she is starting to go through menopause too. we trained stories of being hot one minute and cold the next. and i told her how i wake up in the middle of the night laying in a puddle. time to get the towel. and the other pain of this, which wayne hates as well. achy boobs. that needs to go away real soon. Then my cousin mention the other problem she's having. it's called the Mansfield Curse. and only the women in my family suffer from it. although i'm sure many women in the world have a similar curse. The Mansfield Curse is when us Mansfield women get older we expand. not it height {sorry mom and Amy} but width. our mid-section balloons out. and there's nothing you can do to stop it. anyway, my cousin complained that she's gaining weight. ( last i saw her, a couple months ago, she was a rail) actually, come to think of it she always was. quit complaining Heidi. she says her thighs and hips have added some weight. now most people would say, since she's so thin, your finally getting curves. BUT, me and her both know, it's the Mansfield Curse. hahahaha. oh, wait, Mansfield blood runs in my veins too. ugh. that would explain why my hips have grown a bit too. double ugh. I guess by the time we turn 50, we will look like our aunts. Which we used to laugh and say "look how big they are. Sorry Aunt Helen and Aunt Madeline. They couldn't help that they were cursed. They were Mansfield's after all.
I also always prided myself that i didn't have gray hair. my little sister {loving known as seester} has more gray than me. so does that same cousin who is 10 months younger than me. hahaha. the occasional strain would show up in mine. no big deal. until today. when my 11 year old daughter {who likes to brush my hair} says she found a couple. what??? and she's counting them. ok valerie, that's enough counting. wait til your my age.
to sum this up. getting old aint for sissies. however, i've decided today that i'm not getting old. i'm just growing up still. after all, i'm still young at heart.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
sleep walking and talking.
Some of our adventures happen at night. no, not that, get your mind out of the gutter. there are many occasions where my wonderful husband keeps us entertained while sleeping. {I cant believe he actually said i could write about this, better get it in before he changes his mind} Anyway, Wayne, occasionally, walks and talks in his sleep.
now most of the time when this happens, he talks about work. he can be heard yelling at co-workers. or complaining about them for damaging the trucks. those nights I try to get him to stop and go to sleep. oh wait, he is asleep. There have been times he has gotten up at midnight thinking he has to go to work. It's not always easy convincing him it's the middle of the night. Get back to bed. those nights are usually a pain. However, there are other nights, nights where I get up and grab a pen a paper and start writing down what he say's. naturally for proof of what he says, and so i can remember them. these are the fun nights, or I should say funny nights. so where to begin....
he started this {I should say i noticed it} while in wilkes barre. I cant remember things that he said, but Me and the kids would listen in and talk back to him. He told us that he bought me something i always wanted and that it was purple. {my favorite color} but we couldn't get him to say what it was. Other times he would ask "Who put that ugly thing there?" when I'd ask what ugly thing he would say "you should know you put it there"
Now to tell you all everything he has said would take forever. so I'll just highlight the more memorable ones.
one afternoon {while staying at my parents} Wayne fell asleep in the livingroom. he started having a conversation with my dad. It started out innocent. Elephants were blocking a round, it seems. and the 2 of them where trying to figure out the best way to remove them. {mind you, Wayne is sound asleep. and dad is trying to keep a straight face} my mom thinks wayne is faking this, Me and dad assure her otherwise. then Wayne tells my dad how he loves my "cupcakes". parents start laughing as i turn all shades of red and wake him up. Lord only knows where that conversation would have went if i let him continue.
he has talked about kimmie on the bus with curlers in her hair. {she better take them out or her hair will look like frito's}. and giant red flies. oh and our favorite, the white raccoon. that also involves sleepwalking. one evening, around 7, during the summer, the 2 of us were in our room watching t.v and talking. seemed perfectly normal to me. He got up and left the room. i thought he was getting a drink. I was wrong. i hear the front door and then the kids coming to me asking where he was going. I went outside and found him out front of the house. I asked him what he was doing. he says he saw a white raccoon digging in the garden. Hmmm, i didn't see it. neither did the kids. He claims he could see it from our bedroom. which by the way, is at the back of the house. cool, didn't know he could see threw walls.
I've noticed when he is sleep walking that he forgets where our bathroom is. sometimes he thinks it's in the closet.{caught him before he actually did} or out in the kitchen. {didn't make that one in time, good thing the sink was empty} the shower stall.
me and the children have had alot of laughs at his expense. and of course he thinks we are making this all up. sorry babe, we're not. one day i will buy a tape recorder to prove it to him. i'm sure in the future i will have some other funny night time stories to share {now that he has giving me permission to tell them to you all} with you. i may even make a whole other blog page dedicated to his night time antics.
now most of the time when this happens, he talks about work. he can be heard yelling at co-workers. or complaining about them for damaging the trucks. those nights I try to get him to stop and go to sleep. oh wait, he is asleep. There have been times he has gotten up at midnight thinking he has to go to work. It's not always easy convincing him it's the middle of the night. Get back to bed. those nights are usually a pain. However, there are other nights, nights where I get up and grab a pen a paper and start writing down what he say's. naturally for proof of what he says, and so i can remember them. these are the fun nights, or I should say funny nights. so where to begin....
he started this {I should say i noticed it} while in wilkes barre. I cant remember things that he said, but Me and the kids would listen in and talk back to him. He told us that he bought me something i always wanted and that it was purple. {my favorite color} but we couldn't get him to say what it was. Other times he would ask "Who put that ugly thing there?" when I'd ask what ugly thing he would say "you should know you put it there"
Now to tell you all everything he has said would take forever. so I'll just highlight the more memorable ones.
one afternoon {while staying at my parents} Wayne fell asleep in the livingroom. he started having a conversation with my dad. It started out innocent. Elephants were blocking a round, it seems. and the 2 of them where trying to figure out the best way to remove them. {mind you, Wayne is sound asleep. and dad is trying to keep a straight face} my mom thinks wayne is faking this, Me and dad assure her otherwise. then Wayne tells my dad how he loves my "cupcakes". parents start laughing as i turn all shades of red and wake him up. Lord only knows where that conversation would have went if i let him continue.
he has talked about kimmie on the bus with curlers in her hair. {she better take them out or her hair will look like frito's}. and giant red flies. oh and our favorite, the white raccoon. that also involves sleepwalking. one evening, around 7, during the summer, the 2 of us were in our room watching t.v and talking. seemed perfectly normal to me. He got up and left the room. i thought he was getting a drink. I was wrong. i hear the front door and then the kids coming to me asking where he was going. I went outside and found him out front of the house. I asked him what he was doing. he says he saw a white raccoon digging in the garden. Hmmm, i didn't see it. neither did the kids. He claims he could see it from our bedroom. which by the way, is at the back of the house. cool, didn't know he could see threw walls.
I've noticed when he is sleep walking that he forgets where our bathroom is. sometimes he thinks it's in the closet.{caught him before he actually did} or out in the kitchen. {didn't make that one in time, good thing the sink was empty} the shower stall.
me and the children have had alot of laughs at his expense. and of course he thinks we are making this all up. sorry babe, we're not. one day i will buy a tape recorder to prove it to him. i'm sure in the future i will have some other funny night time stories to share {now that he has giving me permission to tell them to you all} with you. i may even make a whole other blog page dedicated to his night time antics.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
family wii night
my children have been wanting a wii for quite some time. and i admit i would like to have gotten one too. the kids have playstation. they've had most of those other game systems too. i'm not that great at playing those other games. i always crash the car, or lose the battle. so i stay away from them. but with the wii, i could play with them. and since you dont just sit there and play, i was game. so for christmas this past year the kids {that includes wayne and me} got a wii system. $200.00 for it. well worth the money. every weekend we play. we compete big time. "lets see who can reach pro status first". 5 of us are pro bowlers. which is amazing to me. why you ask. we have gone to bowling alleys. and let me tell you, we suck!!! amber actually drop the ball along side of her. i'm still amazed she didn't put a hole in the floor. and our lane had the cleanest gutters in the place. and naturally after throwing a horrible game you look around hoping nobody was watching you. but on the wii, pro's. strikes and spares galore. then there's baseball. now some of my children have no cordination what so ever. but they can hit that ball. we have a blast with the baseball. we yell at the little people on our teams who don't catch the ball. {of course, they don't have arms or legs. so how they run is beyond me} But we get a good laugh. the best part of this game system is, we all play together. quality family time. and with everybody's busy schedule, it can be hard to get everyone to agree on something we all can do and enjoy.
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