sick

My first serious cold in a few years has hit me head on.  Without so much as a by your leave, I might add. Watery eyes, one nostril sealed shut, raucous noises coming from my chest.  It's SO much fun!  I feel like a fish that's somehow landed on shore, my mouth gasping for air and my eyes just staring blankly at nothing.

It's the kind of cold where all of the sudden you realize that one nostril is running, running, running and the Kleenex are out of your reach.

The kind when you sneeze and automatically cross your legs (OK, I do that every time I sneeze).

The kind where your head feels like a bowling ball and your sinuses feel every movement of your body.

That paints a pretty picture, huh?

I told Kate the other day that once you've birthed a child you kind of lose all sense of modesty.  I mean, strangers have witnessed something pretty spectacular happening in a very private area of your body.  This really has nothing to do with me having a cold, but it's a conversation we had the other day.  Thought you'd like to know.

As I was saying...

I also found that once I hit fifty, I kind of lost the energy to put on make up every day, shave my legs more than a couple of times a week and really give a rip if I wear the same sweat pants two days in a row (more like three or four...I worked from home, what can I say?)  There are days when I just don't care.

So I post this picture, in all its cold-induced glory, with the hope that more women will feel less constrained by society's ongoing pressure to be a perfect ten.  I do think things are slowly changing...this here picture is just my way of helping the movement along.

Speaking of real...Ron and I watched "Boyhood" tonight.  Its simplicity was very thought provoking.  Just the lives of one family, the trials of life with warts and all.  Stuff I could relate to.  Reminding me of things I would change if I had the chance to do it again.

In the end, it really is less about us seizing the moments and more like the moments seizing us. 

As soon as I can breathe again without my mouth gaping open, I'm ready to be seized!

Next time...my ambien(t) moments