Holy Mackerel

I recently came upon this awesome site that I wish I had thought of first. As some of you may know, I love cross stitching. I don't get the chance to do it that often, but that doesn't mean I don't love it. The same goes with cleaning the house. There's something about cross stitching that fulfills some of my creative drive. It's very artistic, very detailed, very beautiful, and requires a lot of patience and time. I wish I had discovered cross stitching when I lived at the hospital with Dennis. It might have been better than watching Jerry Springer at 1 in the morning. That gives you an idea of where my head was at back then. Subversive Cross Stitch is a cross stitch site like no other. You won't find too many cute little bears hugging here, or a sweet angel with a halo over her head. Not unless the saying under the picture says, "You suck!" I found one pattern t hat I think I'm actually going to order. It's very relevant and touching since ...

Once I hit my 40s, which was really only nanoseconds ago (honest!), I began to notice a definite change in my appearance. See here and here for examples, if you dare. What has really hit me hard, however, is the change in my skin, especially on my face. I never had wrinkles to speak of until the 40s era reared its ugly head. First, it was around the eyes. Very noticeable, very awful wrinkles that not only appeared overnight in the corners of my once-beautiful green eyes, but also bagged wrinkles that accumulated underneath my once-beautiful green eyes. These wrinkly bags are so noticeable and so large that I look part-elephant. No, they're not laugh lines, and no, I should not be proud of them as I am of my stretch marks. No. These are just plain old elephant-skin bags of wrinkled skin, hanging from tethers under my eyes, like a deflated hot air balloon that's begging to land. Soon after, the jowls began their downward dance. Now, most of my friends and family poo poo me whenev...