I can't be almost 47, I am tooooo young to be that old!

I will be 47 on my birthday next month. That seems so unreal. I have
gotten to where I hate pictures of me because that person I see in the
pic is so much older than me. I don't know how my heart and my body can
be two totally different ages.

I remember when I realized that my older sister had began to age. She had
slight wrinkles on her neck. I wasn't too concerned. She smoked, so of course
her age would show so much sooner than mine would. She is only 360 days older than me so I felt quite smug for a little while. The smugness has officially left
the attitude. Humility has set in.

I am so thankful for Mrs. Shannon, my hair boss. Only she and she alone, that means
I am excluded, knows how much grey hair I truly have. She promptly covers it up and it is forgotten for a couple of months. Now...if I could get her to color the wrinkles so they aren't noticeable that would be super fantastic!



I took these pics this weekend, Wes loves the profile pic the best. I don't like any of them. The lipstick looks really off. I just bought it. Two for the price of one! The color is called Petal. I may have to toss it, I think it helps me to look like one of those women that I never wanted to look like.

I am sitting here tonight contemplating the next 20 years of my life. These pics aren't helping me feel energetic or exceptionally young. They are just helping me take a good dose of truth medicine.

My time is over half over on this earth. I had best get real serious about making a difference in this hurting dying world! I figure I have about 45 years left! I want to do more in those forty five years than I have in the past 47! Look out world, once I get a good nights rest, I am going to wake up set my heart on happy and make a difference moment by moment to those around me!