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CBC, Readers Digest, and Bobby Pins.

I have told you all before that this is the year I turn 50. And I am looking forward to it – even though I am kind of shocked I have made it this far. When I was 17 or 18 I could not even conceive the thought of eventually being 30, let alone 50 !! Seriously – I just thought I would die before ever being that old. Its not that I wanted to die , or that I was unhappy with life, I was just certain that I would never be old. Perhaps it was this mind set that made me never really believe I was getting old – or older. Somehow I managed to make 20 years disappear. One minute I was 30 (and quite fabulous I might add) and in the blink of an eye I am almost 50. I can’t say I am Fabulous but I can say I am pretty great. I am definitely a lot happier and way more content. And I am weirder. Yes – I am undeniably Weirder, and this is the part of aging I like the best. You can be as weird as you want and just chalk it all up to aging – or to menopause (if nothing else sounds right)

Its only in the last 2 years that I have received the Obvious Physical Signs of Aging. Some grey hairs, little wrinkles around the eyes, stiff and sore body, memory loss, and stupid menopause .
Seriously – If I would have been a little more aware of myself I would have realized that I was aging before the Big Slap in the Face Physical Signs ever hit me.

There are a lot of little things going behind the big pound and ground of physical aging. Simply little things – like retiring my high heels and opting for a more “comfortable” pair of shoes. I still have my sexy high stiletto shoes and I still love them. I even have tried to wear them on occasion…. ya ‘ not a great idea. If that isn’t self induced torture I don’t know what is. Or how about how all of a sudden I just didn’t watch music videos on TV anymore. I used to love MTV. But there was that one day when I go to turn on the music and it wasn’t “my” music. Where in the hell did “my’ music go? And who where all these new freaky young people on the TV. What kind of music is this – and why are their pants falling down. Somebody should really buy them some new pants. Maybe they need some Slacks. Some sharp, fitted Slacks. Quickly – I had to say “Slacks” – sorry – but I just love that word and do not get to use it often enough. Anyhow – these are just 2 examples but I am sure you all get the idea.

I have narrowed it down to 3 little things that have my 17 or 18 year old self would use as undisputable evidence that I am now older. And I make it very clear to my younger self that I not OLD – I am just old -ER (older). But lets appease my 17 year old self by submitting the unarguable evidence. Here it is :

Listening to CBC Radio
Reading Readers Digest
The use of Bobby Pins

I admit it – I am a CBC Lover. This was not always the case. The memories of my father blaring CBC radio throughout the house are still vivid. He had good hearing so I could never understand why he was playing the radio so friggin’ loud. And he would have CBC Radio blaring while he was playing the piano – even more annoying. Its amazing the lengths he went to – just to annoy me. I would come in the house and run straight for that radio and turn it down. Just like he would do to me if I was listening to Alice Cooper on sound level 1 or 2. I mean a dog couldn’t even hear that. I am not really sure when it happened but I started listening to CBC on my own – it was no longer the station that was the “nails on the chalkboard” . In fact – I even look up their guide – see what great things are ahead on the CBC. I cannot imagine life without Stuart McLean and the Vinyl Café. I could listen to that all weekend long.
My 17 year old self seriously would commit Hari Kari over this.

Yes – and Readers Digest. When I was 17 – or any age up until a few weeks ago. The only place I ever saw a Readers Digest was at my Grannies house. Really! I would pick it up and flip to the back pages where the little games were. They were so easy – I felt like a genius doing them. But the rest of the little book/magazine I could live without. I mean all the articles were on Life, cooking, health, culture, travel, or just dumb home handy stuff. No 17 year old needs this kind of information. We pretty much know everything at the perfect age of 17 – so its hard to imagine anyone benefiting from that stupid little book. Yup – you know it. I buy (purchase with my own money) Readers digest!! I am a reader, so this wonderful little book fills the perfect void in my life…that being a good Tub-Read. I am in the bath tub a lot – soaking my sore achy body in hot water and Epsom salts….and this book is so light weight, so perfectly sized for my arthritic hands. It is a match made in heaven. And I know without a doubt my 17 yr. old self is giving me the big stink eye as I say out loud how delightful I find all the little stories and articles. Readers Digest is now my new favourite magazine. ( and you rarely see a stiletto heel in it either – just sayin’) If anyone out there has struggled with tub-reading as I have in the past – just go get yourself a copy – problem is solved. You are Welcome.

Lastly – it is the Bobby Pin that has helped me to be more aware of my New Oldness. I have always had bobby pins in my make up case. Always. I don’t even know where I got them. I have never used them – but I have always had them on hand. Some old person must have given them to me – maybe when I was 17 – knowing I would use them someday. It must have been someone I really liked because I never chucked them. I mean aren’t Bobby pins to help keep the bun in your hair? A million bobby pins in those old lady buns you know. My 17 yr. old self would not be caught dead with a bobby pin in her head. I spent hours to curl my hair and try and get it just like Farrah Fawcetts hair. There was plenty of hair spray involved so a bobby pin would never ever have even been needed. Well don’t you just know it – the other day I came across my bobby pins and low and behold I am now a bobby pin user. Yup – that quick – it happened in the blink of an eye. They are in my hair right now. Yes they are. Are they fancy? Are they fashionable? Are they cute? No. No. And No. Do I care? No. No. And No. Its over 30 degrees outside – my hair has frizzed out to beat the band. And those little bobby pins work like a charm.

To sum it up – we all know the physical signs of aging, but we should all really take note of the little signs. It is the little signs that really give away our “real” age. We might still look good on the outside – but certain things are a dead giveaway to our “real” age. And maybe – just maybe when a 17 yr. old tells us we are old – well – they may not be right – but they are probably onto something. So watch for the signs people – all of the little signs.

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4 thoughts on “CBC, Readers Digest, and Bobby Pins.

  1. First of all, wearing bobby pins does not make you old. I wore them all the time in high school. But maybe the fact that you didn’t know that makes you older-ER…. 😉
    Reader’s Digest was boring but each time I pick one up at the dentist or doctor’s office there’s always a little more in there that interests me.
    Here’s one for you.. Now that I’m a mom… I totally dig Raffi. I used to think he was uber lame, but not anymore! Life experience certainly changes a person.. I always look up to older-ER women because old-ER
    women know exactly who they are. I think that’s a gift in itself.
    I always enjoy reading your blogs Ali.

  2. P.S.
    Rob and I are already so weird.. I can’t imagine how weird we’re going to be…

  3. You totally dig Raffi – Love it! I can hardly wait to watch your inner “weirdness” progress. I hope that Alina inherits a good dose of it as well. And thanks for letting me know that the only stigma surrounding bobby pins was in my own mind. I will now be pushing them into my head with pride.

  4. Bobby pins I love… enjoyed readers digest…I hope this just means we are uber COOL!

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