here it is another Monday. The days just glide into more days. What great and interesting events are you going to accomplish this week. Or are you going to be like me and just let them happen I wish someone would take the super speed off my years because they are going just too dang fast.
My husband went bowling. A long quiet Sunday afternoon. Ho Hum, what could I do. I know I need to check my eye brows. Now I know that doesn't sound like a earth shattering event to you. But as I have said before on these pages, I have nerve damage in my eyes. For some reason it really effects how I see a face. If there is any light behind the face I have great trouble making the features out. So to do anything that includes my face I get my magnifying mirror. I get in front of the bathroom mirror and I try to do the best I can.
Before I go any farther I should explain about the magnifying mirror. My grandson Will bought it for me a couple of years ago, to help me put my make-up on. I really think the family had discussed the fact my lipstick was ending up under my nose. But the real truth never really came out. Well let me warn you of something. If you are a woman over fifty, do not, I repeat do not stand under a bright light and look closely at your face in a magnifying mirror. Your self esteem will be scarred for life. It is horrible. Since the first time I tried that little deed, I have stayed pretty much away from that mirror. Let the lipstick go where ever the heck it wants.
Now there is one remark I have to make and that is, for anyone who has ever read God might be a woman. Or who believes God might be a woman. That is pure bunk. I know beyond a shadow of doubt, if God was a woman all these terrible things placed on women would never have happened in the first place. No female God would do that to her own gender. No way. Number one, men do not bear children. Any woman will tell you a man could not stand up to the pain, discomfort and thirty pound weight gain. Number two, men do not have a monthly curse that leaves you feeling you could tear your own skin off your body. Number three, men look good in grey hair. Number four, men do not have thunder thighs. Now there are fat men around. But men do not eat two cookies and drink one coke and put ten pounds on their thighs. Number five, men get ready to go somewhere. They shave, splash a little aftershave on, deodorant, run a comb through their hair and then gripe because it takes you a hour to get ready. Getting ready so you can look as good as you can so they don't spend the entire night looking and drooling over some twenty something girl. God is not a woman.
Back to the dummy's mouth. Sorry about the side track but some things just get me started. Anyway I was looking close in the mirror and my heart gave a leap. Because down both sides of my mouth were the same deep lines you see on a ventriloquist dummy's mouth. You know, where they have the mouth cut so when the person sticks their hand in the head, the mouth will move. Sort of like on hinges. Deep lines. And there they were. Now I have never needed anyone to stick their hand in my head to make me talk, its well known I do just fine on my own. So okay God whats the joke here, why the deep lines. I have never even smoked for pity sakes.But there they were, long and deep. Its taken me awhile to get use to those old lady lines over my lips and now I have to get under a bright light and magnify the heck out of deep creases by my mouth. I was devastated. I am hiding the mirror. I do not care if my eye liner runs to my ears, if my lipstick goes all the way into my nose. No more, ever again, Will there be a magnifying mirror for me.
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