I'mmmm Baacckk....

I'm back from whooping it up in Europe.  And I'm tired.

I could have stayed in bed again today.  I'm too old to party all the time. 

Not that we partied all the time.  It was really just the last night. 

Big mistake, huge mistake.

But we live and learn then move on.

I'm done with my mid-life crisis. 

It's really too much trouble to have one.  I don't know how people do it.

So it's done, fini, no more talk about that.

Anyway - I'm back at work and I really, really need coffee.

We're in Amsterdam!

SP and I are in Amsterdam! We're hanging at the hotel having a good time chatting. Getting ready to go out and we're looking at You Tube.

Yep - we're in Amsterdam looking at You Tube in our hotel room.

You gotta love good friends. You don't have to do anything and you have a great time doing it.

Here are the words you want to enter into the You Tube search:

Armageddon Gerbil - This is hilarious!

Social Security Check - Southern woman from Alabama - this is very funny too

Nail Salon Anjelah Johnson - listen to the long version~

Peace out!

Republicans

Oh Yeah Baby!  The republicans are starting to take it back!  Virginia and NJ now have Republican Governors.

I had no sweets yesterday and only did the 10 sit ups - I did 10 more this morning - so CLEARLY I won't be doing any excercising at night.  

At least right now.

So my little goal today is rolling over from yesterday.  

No sweets, 10 sit-ups.

I need some coffee.

I'm going to Amsterdam on Friday...I've decided I'm not giving up on my mid-life crisis.

I don't have any children to impress with my wild ways, but I do have my self respect.

And self love.

And how can I look myself in the mirror if I don't do something crazy? 

It's my MID-LIFE CRISIS!

And it should rate something...unless of course mid-life for me is 50. 

ohhhh - maybe I should drag my mid-life crisis out for the next 10 years.  Do something really crazy every year or six months. 

Then when I'm old I can be like those women they put on the History Channel chronicling their crazy insane lives. 

They can say things like "in her day women didn't normally [insert crazy act here] but Judith was a rebel".  "She was doing [insert another crazy thing here] when women her age were doing [insert normal thing here]".

It's something to think about.

I wonder if my husband could stand 10 years of crazy?

I wonder what crazy things I should do?

Obama and Healthcare

I am against this universal healthcare crap he's trying to push thru.  But I need to gather my thoughts and research before I write more. 

I met my goal yesterday for sweets - but I didn't do my 5 sit-ups until today - so I did 10 this morning. 

Can that count for yesterday if I do 5 more tonight? 

I'm going for the same Goal today.  Maybe I'll try a weekly goal starting next week - after my vacation!  Right now daily is all I can handle.

My husband told me I'm going bald.  Now I'm freaking out and need to see how to keep my hair in my head. 

I don't want hair plugs.  They look weird.

But if I have to I will.

Or maybe I'll just shave it all off and go around bald. 

Or wear head scarves and hats.

Comb overs are not attractive.  But I guess no hair isn't that attractive either.  But no hair would be more dignified than the comb over.

Just call me Kojak.

Freak Out!

This morning I about had a melt down.

I couldn't find my passport. 

I leave in 4 days to meet SP to have a girl's weekend, and I couldn't find my passport. 

And I didn't remember putting it up after my last trip - which was only 2 weeks ago.

So I called the housekeeper, I called the cab service, and then I went online to the US Embassy in Dubai.

I should be able to get a replacement in a day, right?

Wrong.

It takes 7 because they are processed back in the States.

Talk about a freak out session.  Now I have to cancel everything.  The hotels, the flight, and worst of all - I can't see my BFF, SP. 

Who took off a week of work, and was leaving her chillins at home with their father.  So we could have a mid-life crisis, girly weekend, drinking whiskey and smoking cigars together.

To celebrate my birthday - my big 4.0.

And I 'm really freaking out.  Just about ready to burst into tears when...

The phone rings.

It's the housekeeper.

She found my passport - she put it up in a "little drawer" and forgot about it.

Thank God.

I can't wait for my vacation to start.

Shopping

I went shopping this past weekend and lo and behold I actually found things that fit. I couldn't believe it. I haven't lost weight, but I still had a good shopping day. It's better than a sugar rush!

I almost felt like I was 25 and a size 4 again.

Almost.

Not quite.

And I still have no idea on how to manifest my mid-life crisis - I almost feel like I'm over it.

Which would be a bit disappointing since I thought I would do something crazy.

Like another tattoo.

Or a piercing.

40 year olds don't do that right?  This is what you do when you're 22 (which is when I got my first tattoo).

But I don't know where to put the tattoo so it's only visible when I want it to be and so it doesn't hurt like a bitch.

And I'm scared to get my belly button pierced. It'll hurt.

So still thinking...

I'm 40...

I was going to write something about being 40 and my mid-life crisis (still have no idea how to manifest it) but since I've been 40 for only 3 days I don't really have anything profound to say.

So I'm not going to say anything except - we are on our way back home from Turkey.

Hoo Raa

Gobble...Gobble...Gobble!

We're in Turkey and we've had such an exciting time so far!

We checked into the W Istanbul, which looks like a hip, happening night club. While we were checking in the receptionist told us to make sure we attend the "party" on the 2nd floor. This great party was going to start at 10:30, AND one of the most famous DJ's in Turkey would be "spinning".  Apparently he's not to be missed.

Interesting....

Then while we're being escorted to our room the porter, who was dragging our luggage up, made sure to tell us about the great time that would be had if we went to the "party".

He also wanted to make sure we understood this would not be a party of only W guests. They were expecting about 200 people to show up to listen to this great and wonderous DJ.

Now we thought "Great! We can party, see this great and wonderous DJ, and not have to worry about the logistics of getting back to the hotel..."

Yeah. Good thought. But we're old.

So we get to the room, take a shower (kick ass rain shower by the way) then "relax".

Which in old speak is - fall alseep.

I woke up about 6:10pm in time to go to dinner at 6:30 (great food).

Then back to the room - were my other half fell asleep...at 8:00 suffering from a food coma.

I am old. This is glaringly obvious - I had a chance to see the best DJ in Istanbul, a once in a lifetime opportunity.

And I was asleep.

I am old...

Wow...

I have to say - it looks like this whole blogging thing really helps with the anger and frustration of living overseas.  It's still early but I can't think of anything to bitch about today...bummer.

Maybe I should spend some time deciding on how I should manifest my mid-life crisis.

I was thinking about maybe another tatoo...

Belly button piercing? I thought of something more dramatic but I'm too scared to pierce anything more sensitive - and I don't think my husband would be too pleased.  But really it is my mid-life crisis and my body so if I really wanted to I would regardless of what he thinks.  However, the thought of piercing a nipple or my labia makes me cringe, it really isn't my cup of tea.

Photo facial?  Here in Dubai... I'm not sure I want to try that here - if I were in the States I would have already done this as it sounds like a risk free way to reduce wrinkles without surgery.

I can't think of anything else - how to mark 40? What to do?  Maybe become obsessed with exercise...but that doesn't sound like fun.  Someone suggested a baby. 

REALLY?!   Really.  Please.  

That does not sound like fun.  And a mid-life crisis is a bad, bad reason to have a child.  Almost as bad as someone having a baby to "bring us closer together".

I'm going to spend a bit of time and I'm going to think on it, pray on it, eat on it, sleep on it, and maybe have a whiskey or two while I contemplate on it...

I can hear the Macallen 50yr calling my name...Judith....Judith....come be with me Judith....