I was thinking that I love blogging about my adventures, but I've decided I would like to blog on occasion about my thoughts, you know, those ramblings that occur in your head that you don't ever say out loud. So feel free to peruse through my more thoughtier blogs if you so desire, but by no means will I be offended if you skip over them (not that I'd ever know, really).
I loved being in my 20s. I liked my bod, my hair, my face, everything really, that is until a few years ago when gals started moving into my neighborhood that I thought looked about my age. Come to find out, I am a mere 10 years older (and now even more than that for the even newer newcomers).
Sadly, I started reassessing my real age and the fact that my skin was no longer as taut looking as it was back then. I really did believe that in my 20s, I would be happy and love turning the older ages - of course I wouldn't complain like all of those other 30 and 40-somethings who were always griping about some body issue that wasn't the same anymore. I would be happy to be alive, no griping from me, no-siree bob.
That is, until I hit 29 and three-quarters and the looming 30th birthday was skidding my way. I was not the happy camper I had envisioned in earlier years. I got the uncomfortable blues about my age and started examining my face and discovered the nitty gritty that I had been denying for the months previous. I began to take inventory of the dark age spots that had begun forming on my face, the crinkles that were just starting to make themselves known between my eyebrows, and the less-than perky looking skin that used to glow at an earlier date.
I was not happy. whatsoever. I set up an appointment with a dermatologist to find out how to make those horrid age spots disappear. He gave me the unpleasant news: not a single over-the-counter product would work removing those spots, no matter how much those advertisers try to tell you otherwise and the only stuff that would work was some crazy-expensive small bottle of miracle spot remover. Of course, if I wanted to try and buy it from Canada, it might be a little less expensive he told me. Now, things might have changed since then - this was 6 years ago, but I seriously doubt it.
Though I was seriously considering buying the stuff just so I could feel better about myself, that is until he told me the next unpleasant bit: no using the stuff while pregnant. We were thinking about getting pregnant at the time, so out the window went that idea.
I went home and found some great {expensive} make-up that I bought for my birthday, and that seemed to do the trick for awhile, until I realized a short while ago that without even realizing it, I slowly stopped worrying about the age spots. I quietly stopped saying hello to my forehead crinkle lines every morning, and I stopped squishing my pudgy gut that has been looming ever since my first baby, and no matter how many sit-ups, diet plans, or exercise plans I have done, 11 years later, I still have an extra friend around my waist keeping me company. But really, I have come to accept my fate and am finally happy with myself - age spots and all.
I can't say what the magic formula for coming to this conclusion was, only that it took some time, it took a smashing of sadness for loosing the younger-version of me, but eventually that sadness dissipated without even saying good bye to me, until I realized belatedly that it was gone.
Now, I'm not saying I won't go through this again when the grey-hair fairy starts sprinkling her magic on my head, but until then, I like this feeling, so I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
That's all for now.
We were given some freebie passes to see our local minor-minor league baseball team play. Sadly, the girls were more interested in meeting Mr. Raptor than actually watching the game.
well, maybe a little too much fun -
Of course, that's all of the craziness I'm sharing for now, because as you know, what happens in St. George, stays in St. George.
A few of us went to see Grease at the Tuacahn Theater. It is an outdoor theater next to a beautiful red-rock backdrop. Sitting and watching a good performance with the gorgeous scenery and the wind lightly blowing is something I will definitely have to do again.
(see: chick purse)
All in all, a very fun weekend indeed. Now I can catch up on my sleep.
I did not have to train Natalie how to ride a bike without training wheels. Nor did John this time around. I just left it up to Alicia's nine-year-old friend to do the deed.
**Note** My girls DO wear helmets when they ride their bikes, but I completely forgot to have her wear it for the picture-taking session. oops. 
Alicia in 4th grade, Kimberly in 6th
When Natalie isn't in preschool, she and Megan find PLENTY of things to keep them busy. They are happy as clams to be on their own without their older sisters around and they follow each other EVERYWHERE!
They love to do each others hair.
They spend time coloring together.
They are constantly in the sand pile -
yes, they are getting hooked on junk food together.
And they watch Sesame Street together.
And one of their other most favorite thing to do -
The whole Rimington clan came to celebrate (minus the sorely missed twin missionaries).
Okay Justin, you thought we were the nice, sweet sisters and mom? mwahahaha...
Bet you didn't expect that one from us!
all of the grandkiddios in attendance.
Who is that sexy mama?
I am a tad disappointed with myself. I only took a handful of pictures. You'd think we'd been to Bear Lake with the clan a time or two already. I'm getting photo-lazy. Seriously need to step up my game.
