Monday, November 06, 2006
I can't believe it.
I'm eating my ice cream and watching Desperate Housewives, and on comes a commercial for Christmas.
And then another.
Is it my imagination, or does the whole advertising thing get started earlier and earlier every year?
I just finished stuffing all of the left over Halloween candy down my throat...the Thanksgiving turkey hasn't even been captured, and already the Christmas ads are here.
In these commercials, it's snowing.
Of course, here in L.A. it's 90 degrees.
And if I don't buy Hanuka invitations soon, the only available invitations and decorations will be for St. Patrick's day.
Do you think a Shamrock can pass for a Star of David?
In the midst of all of this...I'm turning choke, cough, choke 51 in less than two weeks.
Things are spinning and spiraling faster and faster each year.
Unfortunately this includes my body parts. And they aren't spinning and spiraling in an upward motion if you get my drift. Well, that's a post for another time.
Anyhoo, back to the holidays. And my birthday. And trying to figure out how it is that I am turning 51, which somehow feels even more surreal than turning 50.
When you turn 50, even though it's old (don't believe 'em when they tell you that 50 is the new 30), people make a big deal out of it. After all, it's a milestone right?
But 51, well...let's just say everyone "fuh-gets" about it.
Now, not only are you old...but no one really cares.
So this year I took the bull by the horns and decided I would go see my look-a-like in a one woman show the night of my birthday. I'm draggin' Mr. Cruisin along.
Poor guy, never in his life did he dream he'd be sleeping with a 51 year old broad.
But that's how life goes...one minute your a hot 25 year old babe...the next minute you're hot alright, but it comes in flashes.
So, while scarfing up the rest of the Halloween candy, and preparing to capture my Turkey, I will try to enjoy these next two weeks and bask in the glory of being a 50 year old.