What I Like About Bloggers Over 40
Don't get me wrong…I love looking at lithe young sexy things with flawless skin and shiny hair. Who doesn't? They often have interesting creative ideas on clothing and how to wear it.
However, I do find that when I binge on these type of blogs it leaves me with a poor self image and a bit depressed. Like when I eat a whole bag of potato chips. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I did it anyways and now I feel like crap.
To compensate I turn to my peers, the slightly more life-experienced bloggers. The ones who have been there, done that more than twice and know what they are talking about. Like Bella…
You know the ones I mean, intelligent, witty but with real substance for your brain to chew on. Like Jan.
The ones that have enough perspective on themselves and their lives to let it all hang out. Like Sky.
The kind you think you'd like to hang out with and get tipsy over a bottle or two. Like Melanie.
The kind you think you'd let borrow your new shoes because they would know how to take care of them. Like Patti
The kind that own their choices and accept, nay celebrate themselves as they age. Like Vix.
The kind that isn't afraid of speaking their mind. Like Gabriala.
The kind with a positive outlook and vibrant energy that don't take themselves too seriously. Like Tamera.
The kind that always seems to know just the right things to say to make the day a little bit brighter. Like Sue.
The kind that just makes you laugh no matter what. Like Shan.
The kind that makes you reflect with gratitude on the smallest details that often pass us by. Like Tamera.
The kind that can weave a great tale out of a thrifted skirt that makes you laugh out loud. Like Val.
The kind that'd knows all the best places to travel, and can still be stylish despite lost luggage. Like Heather.
And many others that I haven't mentioned here. The list is growing daily.
There are certain things that only time and experience can afford.
That is why I love Bloggers Over 40.
bisous
Suzanne
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Things I Wanted To Say But Didn’t
At The Dance…
To the guy at the dance that I saw that looked like this…
Well he had "dolled" himself up for the night out by putting the back of the mullet in a ponytail.
DUDE!!! Do you hear The Bangles playing?
Is Regan president?
Do you have a pager?
No?
Guess what? It's not the 80's anymore.
Every woman just marked a big X by your name.
No, they're not choosing you, they're crossing you off.
Lose the mullet and gain a girlfriend.
This is my impression of a ponytail mullet…you like?
To the very old man that insisted on dancing with me in a close-to-the-body-groin-touching-freaky-deaky-creepy-waltz while everyone else was dancing to techno music…TECHNO music!
It's not right. How on earth can you justify dancing a creepy-close-hold waltz to techno music?
Say it like it is…you're just creepin'.
And yes when someone tells you that they think it's awkward and weird and they don't like to dance like that then maybe…just maybe get the hint. Instead of making the person come straight out and say to your face, "I really don't like this. It is making me uncomfortable. It is just plain weird. It's distasteful."
Don't bother sounding hurt either by saying, "Is it really that bad?" If you had to ask the question, it most definitely is.
To the guy that sat down by my girlfriend and his opening line was, "What do you do for a living?"
Maybe, just maybe try a different opening line.
Something fresh and original, like, "Hi, my name is David/John/Bob…can I sit down?"
To the older women that have great rockin' bodies that really like to show them off.
You've still got it.
I get it.
But even if I saw a 21 year old wearing that same outfit you're sporting I'd think it was scandalous.
Miley Cyrus would be blushing. And she just wears a foam finger and wrecking ball.
Just before you leave the house if you can feel a breeze on your nipples or crotch you may want to put on some more clothes.
To the younger guy that told me I was the cutest one there, was "cute as a button" and it was normal that I was already married because I was so beautiful.
I like you.
You were sweet, if somewhat drunk, you complimented me and when I told you I was married you politely left me alone.
To the man that was dressed as a woman. You GO girl! You were dressed well and your make-up was perfect. It did kind of freak out some people in the bathroom with your deep voice though.
Just sayin'.
Check the pug photo bombing me… Pants – Seven for All Mankind, Shoes – Me Too, Jacket – Top Shop, T-shirt – Joe Fresh
To all the super old dudes that only want to ask the youngest women at the dance to dance and ignore all of the other wonderful women closer to their own age…
Get Real!
If you were serious about meeting someone to have a relationship with or even hook-up with at that dance you would ask someone closer to your own age.
Younger women will dance with you because they like dancing and don't want to be impolite, but they are not remotely interested in you.
You remind them of their Dads and some cases their Grandfathers.
Not sexy.
To the old guy that tried his hardest to keep up with me on the dance floor.
Yay for you!
You were even doing the rave/pogo-jumps and wild arm movements.
I have to admit though, there were more than a few scary moments that I seriously thought you might have a heart attack.
If you have never done aerobic exercise in your life and are pregnant with a 25 lb beer belly you might want to take it down a notch.
And just for the record I don't know CPR.
Now tell me something you've wanted to say to someone but didn't.
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