My Life in the 40s

I so want this. It's called a Clairsonic and it works like a sonicare toothbrush, except it's for your skin. My skin is getting dry and wrinkly, yet I still have clogged pores. That really sucks.

It costs $200, which would be cheap if it really were the miracle worker it says it is. I've bought too many beauty products that have been crap (remember the epilady?) to really believe that this would be the solution to my skin care woes.

Maintenance in the 40s is getting more and more expensive. Maybe after camp is paid for, I'll buy one. Hope springs eternal.

I've been thinking a great deal lately about my upcoming birthday, when I will reach what is hopefully my half-way point. By upcoming, I mean in October. I tend to get ahead of myself with these things, so that by the time the actual day comes, it will be no big deal.

It took me awhile to even come to grips with being 40 -- I think I spent about 2 years saying I was 40 when asked, not lying, just that it took me so long to get used to it. So here I am, almost 45 and wondering how in the hell that happened. I'm very optimistic about saying the half way point, especially since neither of my parents saw 60, but there are some significantly old genes in my family and I'm hopeful I got at least a few of them.

I went with students from work to visit a nursing home on Valentine's Day and was reminded of 3 important lessons:

1) Be nice to the people who will pick your nursing home.
2) Save your money.
3) Floss.