Teenagers are a Hair raising Experience

I cannot believe I am the mother of two teenagers? Exactly when did that happen? There are days when I can still feel the warmth and smell the stench of baby spit up on my shoulder. Oh the good old days. Life was easy then: spit up, dirty diapers, endless screaming and crying, watching out for disasters, and smiling at the small miracles. What happened to my sweet baby? Now the sweet teenagers don't talk to me, want me to buy them all of their designer clothes, borrow the car, play video games and watch MTV. I am the worst mother because I am the ONLY one who will not allow their teenager out until midnight. Everyone else does. Now I know why mothers eat their young in the wild. Turning 40 isn't so bad as being a parent of a teenager. There is not enough hair color in the world to cover all the gray hairs instilled by my children. I have stood in the aisle of the nationally known chains and studied the little boxes and visited the website http://www.clairol.com/products/products.jsp to find the fountain of youth in a box. My friend swears by it. My hairdresser swears at it. I swear I will never have my natural hair color again.

Life is wonderful. Some days it is and sometimes it is not. Have you ever started an exercise program and then promised yourself you were really going to do it this time? Join the club! I can't tell you how many times this has been the straight path to health and salvation I swore to abide by. Well some days it is fun and some days it is hard. The treadmill seems to laugh at me as I walk past its stoic frame. This device has had the very best of my and the very worst of me. I still think someone should design a beeper system to sound the alarm you are going to fall off the back end. Sometimes the simple lull of the mechanism puts my mind on hold and I truly forget how fast I must walk and then it happens. Plunck - my feet hit the edge and I am jolted back to realty. The reality is I must concentrate on finishing this 20 minutes of work out and fun. Hah! Some days 20 minutes goes by as quickly as a speeding bullet and other days it seems to last forever. At 40 something I am trying to get in shape but there are days and there are sweets that do not want to cooperate with me. My young teeangae daughter persuaded my husband to purchase our Proform Treadmill and swore she would use it. Well, we all know the attention span of a teenager. Needless to say, I felt we had to get our money out of this contraption and therefore just because I am too frugal to let something go to waste, I climbed on board. The first day was pure torture. I couldn't believe someone could go over 4 miles an hour on this thing! Two miles an hour was way too fast for me. That was then, this is now. Now I am going 4 miles an hour and keeping on the motorized track until the magical 20 minutes is up. My father is my inspiration, he has had numerous strokes and he has Parkinson's Disease. His doctor told him he survived his strokes because he exercised. My father liked to walk and now I think of him when I walk, and when I want to jump off the treadmill I don't. You just have to keep going.
Check out my beauty of a treadmill at http://www.proform.com/. I have the simple model for the simple workout. Enjoy or swear or do both at the same time.

Forty is more. More what? More of everything. Okay I know that sounds way too simple, but it is true. You have finally achieved the age when you realize you can say no. You have earned the right not to please others all of the time but to finally gain the understanding of what is truly important to you. The freedom of this knowledge is very rewarding and very comforting. You are old enough to know better and you are wise enough to know how to embrace your new found education.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, should we really share what happens when you turn 40? Gravity takes hold of every part of your body and pulls it closer to earth, hairs sprout up in spots you never knew existed, and now it is not so much as to cover the gray but to truly smother the vile color. We all have very unique situations (some are much more unique than others) that occur in our mid life cycle and we can all learn from these situations together. This blog spot is to ease the education process and provide a sense of humor to some of our life's events. I hope we can all share the fun moments together.