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Wednesday, April 25, 2007


Someone I know has a birthday tomorrow. She's pretty well known around this blog, and although slightly nuts she's a good egg.

An OLDER egg though, she's over half a century old!! Yup, tomorrow she's turning 55 (FIFTY-FIVE!) years old and perhaps she doesn't really look it but she sure feels it some days.

She started out in this life in April 1952, a little white-blond fuzz head. At not quite a year old, her older sister was helping her the very moment she first learned to walk.

At 4 years old, she finally had some hair (not just fuzz) and it was always in ringlets.

I've known this gal forever. She's friendly, down to earth and definitely quirky. She's always had lots of friends because she like surrounding herself with good people. It's what makes her happy.

She's had a good life so far, a combination of joys and some really tough spots, but that's what makes her grow. She once told me that she couldn't really wish the horrible stuff away, because it's made her who she is today.

When she was little, her Dad was her hero and her Mom was her universe.

She finally became a brunette when around 11 or 12 yrs. old her blond slowly changed to brunette.

And at 14 she got her first haircut. (she hated it)

A year later at 15 she was determined to start growing it out. This is her Grade 10 school picture. High school!

At 22 yrs. old, soaking up the sun in one of the city's many parks:

And at 24 yrs. old, not long after her Dad passed away. Life changed, it became a reality.

And at almost 30, with her youngest sister.

In her 30's, she enjoyed her fun side: naughty but fun?

At 33 yrs. old:

At 34 yrs. old, houseboating in B.C. and golfing in Alberta:

(Yep, she's short! LOL)

And almost 40 now, golfing in Maui with a friend:

And the year she turned 50, it was quite a milestone.

Of course mentalpause had set in about 7 years earlier, and these "hotflashes" had become SO old news!

Have you guessed yet? Probably many of you would know who she is by the last picture of her at 50.

Yes it's yours truly.....

Older, wiser, achier and chubbier but it's still me and I don't feel any older than I did in my 30's. Well. Except for the body aches and pains.

No nips and tucks, no face lifts or hair colour out of a bottle. Just a bit of makeup, squeeze into a bra and hope for the best! I am what you see, craziness, forgetfulness and all. And I guess it's not so bad afterall.

The "numbers" of my age never really bothered me. And I always tease my older sister who is a year older than I am. But when my 2 younger sisters "age numbers" started creeping up there too, THAT'S when I started to realize just where in the Circle of Life I am! LOL

The following joke cracks me up. It reminds me of me and my sisters as we get even older. I can see it all now!

Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house together. One night the
96-year-old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells to the
other sisters, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?" The 94-year-old yells
back, "I don't know. I'll come up and see." She starts up the stairs and
pauses "Was I going up the stairs or down?" The 92-year-old is sitting at
the kitchen table having tea, listening to her sisters. She shakes her head
and says, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful, knock on wood." She then
yells, "I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who's at the

And finally, a couple of truths about growing older:

*I finally got my head together, and my body fell apart.

*Time may be a great healer, but it's also a lousy beautician.

Ah yes..... double 5's it is for me, and I can say that I'm now at an age where I don't CARE how much birthday cake I eat; I don't CARE if the skinny fashions no longer fit on my ol' bod, I'll wear what's comfy and to hell with it.

But one thing hasn't changed. My family and friends will always remain the mainstay of my happiness. It's because of all of you that I'm relatively sane (pfftt!) and still know how to laugh loud and hard. I will never lose the ability to enjoy great conversation, belly laughs and know when to speak and when to just hug someone. Love and relationships is what it's all about.

On Saturday sister Pammie will be having a family party for me. Food, cake and good conversation. All good stuff!

Thank you all for sharing your lives with me in so many ways. Please keep coming here, it keeps me young! (no pressure there huh?) HAH!

Take good care of each other, and thanks again.

Love Jude


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