Health & Fitness
Almost 50... Bring it on!
As a woman approaching 50, I feel the need to vent a little.
As I approach my 50th birthday, I find myself knowing exactly what my preferences in life are and are not. Now, I am generally an upbeat person, an optimist, the make-lemonade-out-of lemons kind of person. However, I find myself realizing how many things tick me off and I want to have a voice about them. I am almost 50! Yes, if I can't complain now then when?
So, here, in this humble blog I will give my complaints a space, and hopefully in return some of them can be resolved.
First, I want to say, why are we selling ceramicware that heats up in the microwave? It frustrates me to no end that in order to warm up a mug of coffee, I need to transfer it to a cup that doesn't heat up. The strange thing is the handle heats up, but the coffee doesn't. Am I alone in this? Does this upset anyone else out there? I refuse to buy anymore stoneware mugs.
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My second complaint is one I am sure many women can relate to. The wet toilet seat. I am in a nice restaurant and go to use the ladies room and it is splattered by a 'squatter'. Disgust and anger fill my heart and mind! What kind of people do this??? I then have to clean the toilet before sitting on it, and hope and pray I don't get any germs or diseases from contact.
I wash and scrub my hands trying to rid myself of any foreign germs before going back to my meal. Yes, this is in the middle of my surf and turf meal that I waited all month to go out and enjoy.
As I walk back to my seat, I scope out the restaurant to see exactly what kind of people are toilet splatters...squatters...splashers.
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To my amazement, I find perfectly manicured women. Women with $150 highlights. Women with Prada bags. Women drinking $15 martinis. Could these women be the disgusting splashers? It doesn't make sense to me.
Whoever they are, I want them to know that no matter how much you spend on your handbags, no matter how much those shoes cost and no matter what you drive if you are making a mess without cleaning up afterwards you are a slob.
There. Now I feel better. Bring on my 50th!
