60... Here Comes Cindi Loo Loo!

So, tomorrow is my birthday. 59th or as I like to say, I am living my 60th so I have been trying to keep up the appearance of having all my marbles, and that is hard work but important work…at least hopefully my kids will be less embarrassed of me in public.

“It's paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn't appeal to anyone,”  says, Andy Rooney longtime 60 Minutes journalist.
 Then, this morning on one of the talk shows I watched as one of their guests had Botox injected into her hands to take away the “granny” look. Don’t think I haven’t thought about that myself as well.  I also read that 60 is the new 40…wish I had known that when I was in my forties because at that birthday I felt the reverse.

I have lived a wonderful life up to now. And even if the future did start looking grim the past will be able to keep me going for sure.

The plans for my big day, retail therapy always seems to work. Absolutely avoid all mirrors until I feel comfortable in this new/old skin. Or park the ole bifocals might work too.