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20 Years Together

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments

Yesterday my husband and I celebrated 20 years together, five of those married.  We kept it low key with an early dinner at the Redondo Beach pier, a walk at sunset and some arcade games where I kicked some Centipede butt. I still got it after all these years. Wasn’t so lucky at Galaga though.  

My other half wanted to go to the place where we met and take a picture but I thought it was too far and I had to be in bed early for work.  But it was a good idea because the goth club in Hollywood where we met is now a Home Depot. That was the site of some good times not just meeting my husband but hanging out with friends during our gothic phase.  We stil try to go clubbing at least once a year to a different location in Hollywood – same music, same people – different attitude. It’s funny that the fashion hasn’t changed and a new crop of goths take on the same look and the music is still better then the crap out today.  

We were so carefree and had all the energy of a teen but with our responsibilities and age, we don’t enjoy it the same and tire easily. Plus we don’t drink like we used to either which is not such a bad thing.   At least we have some good memories from those days.

And as I think of our time together, it doesn’t feel like 20 years. We’ve had some really good times and some rocky moments but I know we still love each other the same and still want to hang out together (although I do need some ‘me time’ once a week).

I joked with him that we could have a twenty-year old kid by now and he cringed.  We would totally be two different people by now if we had a child within that time – hell we might not even be together.  He regrets not having kids sooner but he still feels we’re not financially ready. He’s a walking contradiction. Regardless. We have to get started soon.  

But I always feel things work out for a reason and I’m happy we’re still together after all these years as I reach 40 next month.  Argh!!!!       

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Hairy Situation

Friday, August 14th, 2009 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments

My hair is very excited today. After ignoring my hair for over a year, it’s finally getting the pampering it’s longed for.

Not only is it Friday, but I’m having my hair trimmed and covering up the gray that’s populated my scalp since my last half-ass self-dye job 4 weeks ago.

My hair is so long and straggly, I keep thinking there’s a spider on my arm where the strand of hair pricks.  

So this is a good way to start the weekend – all I need now is more sleep.  

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Diapers at 40?

Saturday, August 1st, 2009 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments

Okay, so I’m one month shy of my fortieth bday but isnt it to soon to be wearing Depends –  old people diapers? 

Since I can’t get to the gym because of my early work schedule, my other unpaid job, and hubby quality-time, I’ve been jumping rope in our small patio.  Today I started jumping when I pee’d on myself. What?  Yes, it’s true.  I couldn’t believe it.  And I had just emptied out the bladder.

Then after that I sneazed and had some leakage. I was like a kid again holding myself and doing the pee dance. 

I’m gaining weight, sprouting grey hair, the baby clock ticking away and now I’m peeing on myself.  Come on! 

Okay so maybe I’m to blame for this one. I have a bad habit of holding my full bladder to the very end like now. Bathroom break!  

Okay I’m back. And that reminds me.  I hold it for so long when I do go it’s like the scene from Austin Powers after he’s unfrozen and pees for a long time. Just when you think he’s done – he starts the steady stream again. That’s me.

And to think an older lady told me back in college to save my young bladder from her dreaded problem. “Honey, when you’z got to go- go.”. Her problem was that she couldn’t hold it anymore and she would come in running into the UCLA Student Health break room (my office space) every day.

You think I listened?  I tell myself I won’t do it anymore but then I do it again and again.  I don’t want to interrupt my genius moment with a trip to the bathroom- I guess.

Oh, well.  Like they say, we’re born in diapers and die in diapers.  What a viscious cycle of life.

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