Letter by FIFTY GIRL

Dear Diary,

YES, girl is a good title for this entry, because I don’t completely feel like anything else in this writing right now. Today marks number 5-1! Half a century and 1! I’ve gone through my 5oth year. It sucked, I’ll say. I say that from the perspective of health. While my health was not one of a terminal or yet chronic condition that I know of right now, but it was definitely an eye opening year. My hip, thigh and leg were seriously irritable this year. They spent a good portion of the year reminding me that I’m 50! Please rest assure, this is completely from my perspective. I realize we all have different experiences but I always looked upon aging as just a passing thing. Didn’t really worry about it. But we really have to pay attention to our health. The earlier the better.

On an emergency tour to my orthopedic doctor, he gives me the wonderful news (my sarcastic thinking voice) that my X-rays look fine, my blood work has no sign of arthritis.😐 However, blood work was not looking for diabetes, etc. but there’s no severe arthritis.😐 Then why have I been feeling like crap! (Thinking to myself) While I had some minor signs of arthritis visible, it is early and further damage can be stopped. How? Loose weight! 😬Now, I have heard this before. I see how it can really mess up your health now, if you don’t take care of yourself! As always I learn this, really learn this,  in the moment! Well, at least I know I can’t or SHOULDN’T get bigger!

The problem is, it’s hard! For me, it’s time. I just have to manage my time right and stick to it. Well, I know I have to do something, or else!

On the lighter side, my 50th started me on a ride to a new job. New district! It’s a nice change but it’s very demanding and more clerical work, and physically demanding too. I feel I won’t last long there. I may go back to prior district after a couple of years here. But, to new colleagues, new PRINCIPAL, which I could deal with for another 5 years till retirement.

So there’s my last trimester plan. Sounds weird putting life into pieces but I guess you start thinking of that when you get in the fifties.

While my kids are a very special part of my life, I know they will have lives of their own. They will not be thinking of me all the time. As much as I want them to at least REMENBER me, but I don’t want them to make their life worrying about me. Life is too precious for that. The Lord knows I’ve lived my life in abundance in many ways. I’m blessed I’m still here. Seriously, kiddos, think of me on holidays, birthdays, and when I miss you, call me. 😊

I’ll end this entry on a strong and blessed note, my partner in life. I seriously cannot imagine going on this journey without him by my side. Even in my fifties, I look forward to fun times, retirement, trips with my love. Through sickness and health, I know he will love and care for me as I will for him.

But it’ll be better, if I loose weight! 😉❤️😄💜😊 That’s my plan. I’m a good planner BTW, carrying them out is another story, or entry!

Fifty Girl


Daily Prompt: The Luckiest Person


The birthday boy, of course!  It is my husband’s birthday weekend actually.  Lucky man he gets a long weekend too (MLK Monday).  🙂  Here in this part of the hemisphere, it’s 9 a.m. on Saturday so he is the first person I have encountered today when I rolled over.  It is pretty easy to write about him because he is such a strong person in my life and have a lot to say.  But today, a little different perspective, why Hubs is  “lucky”.

Right off the top of my head, Hubs gets to travel.  He hasn’t told me how he “despises” traveling so I can assume he’s okay with it.   I think he’s lucky because he gets to take off twice a month and have some alone time without the wife and kids “consuming”  his every move and space.  We are like that, we spend a lot of time together doing our family things, as you may have read some of our adventures on this blog.  Our alone time is pretty scarce.  But I think he gets some pretty fine time on his travels so he is lucky.   He needs it too.   We all do.

One day the kids will be grown and won’t need us and our time so much.  Our time will come when we can travel together perhaps.


I Wanna Be Lost

I wanna be lost
With you, my love.
In a place no one knows,
Just us two.
Like drifters in the night,
From one place to another.

I wanna be lost
With you, my love.
Sailing in a ship
Thru the deep blue sea.
The world open to
Only us to venture out to.

I wanna be lost
With you, my love,
Our souls are one.
Our hearts are one.

With you, I’m not lost.


Cupcakes, Eggs…and all that Jazz!

cupcakesSigh, yip…that’s what my day has been like today. I’m still at it into the late hours of the night. Preparing for Easter Sunday. Cupcakes, plastic eggs, jelly beans, baskets…and all that jazz has nothing to do with the risen Savior. I’m not sure how it all got intertwined. Same for Christmas but it is all in our culture. We grew up with it, and now our kids too. It’s all around us. I may sound like I’m complaining, but I enjoy it really. Even though after a holiday break, I say “I need a break from my break!” It is creating memories for my kids and family.

As I was preparing the kitchen and living room, my husband was outside cleaning up the yard. He had just come in from running some errands when he shows up with a huge box, of I’m not sure what. He pulls out a huge blower. Yeah, exactly…I just looked at it. He was so excited and already trying to put it together as fast as he could so he could go use his new “apparatus”, is what I call his new electronic toys. “Honey, read the directions.” I tell him. “Nah, I don’t need ’em!” As he was putting the sling and bag on the machine. He gets up and calls the kids out, “Okay, let’s go outside and start working!” He had a good time with it, and it did it’s job….blew all the leaves everywhere! But in the end, our backyard is ready for tomorrow….to get filled with confetti and egg shells., and all that jazz. Yes, I love the memories, I really do. I WILL need a break from my break!

Good night! Happy Easter! 🙂