Welcome to my new blog, Pink Elephant. I am a conservative woman living in Round Rock, Texas and want to use this blog to post entries about me, my busy life, my big family and my passion for all things political. I am excited about this blog and I hope you will be, too.

Birthday Woman (My "Girl" Days are Sadly Over)
Today is my last day before I become the dreaded age of 49. I have hated every time my age ended in a "9." For the first two ages ending in "9," I wanted to just get the year done so I could move onto the next decade. Then, once you get to 29, then 39 and now the "I can't believe I'm so old and fat" 49, I just want to be 28, 38 or 48 again because no one believes you that you are really 29, 39 or much less 49. When someone is so rude as to ask your age, and you say 49, you know they think you are lying. Luckily, by the time you are a woman at 49, usually the only folks with guts enough to ask your age are in the medical profession and generally are about to perform an unpleasant "procedure," which at that point I am afraid to lie as they may know I am lying and make it even worse, as if there is worse than a "This may be a bit uncomfortable" mammogram exam. My friends and family all know how old I am and have the good sense not to mention it. To make matters worse, I have thought for a while that I have accomplished a fair amount of things politically in my (almost) 49 years. Then, Mr. Smarty Pants Obama, age 47, had to outdo all of Baby Boomers by getting to be...well....the Leader of the Free World. Ok, that is a bit higher than me on the totem pole and the first time in my life that I am OLDER THAN THE PRESIDENT! That alone was reason enough for me not to vote for the man!
So, I know you are thinking, what about your birthday tomorrow? Big plans?
Sure, I plan to try to make sure my teenage daughters don't kill each other over the one wearing the "favorite purple bra" of the other one (with cries of "Make her take it off" as I am driving down a state highway), stay focused all day at work, try not to eat dessert but then eat it anyway, figure out what to serve up for the hubby and finicky teens for dinner then decide to just get take-out, clean up after the dog that we got from the shelter that was already house-trained-yeah, right- and more of the same. Oh, yeah...the same stuff I do daily. Maybe I'll really have a big evening and decide to watch "Intervention" on A & E while drinking a glass of wine. I love watching folks more screwed up than me!