With so much discussion about turning 30 and so many (too many to link) of you having babies and such, it has drawn in sharp relief the inescapable fact that I am biologically old enough to have given birth to the whole lot of you. OK, well most of you anyway (the exceptions shall remain nameless, of course). In any case, I usually try to avoid acting my age, but the effort has become futile of late. So today I'm coming out: I'm 44 and I think I'm having a midlife crisis. The good thing about this is that if you do the math, having a midlife crisis at 44 means you've still got a long way to keep going, baby. Granted you all have entire decades ahead of you before you have to worry about this, but I still feel it's my duty to prepare you for what lies ahead, Forewarned is forearmed. Or something like that. Here's a short guide to the upsides and the downsides of middle age: Downsides first: Midlife crises are a sexist phenomenon. Cases in point: Harrison Ford...
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The fun thing was that I had no idea Lorien was going. I just came home from work and look what was in my inbox. Happy Day!
Looks like your ski bunny had a GREAT time!
Glad I could catch her on the flats (is that what we call them? they weren't slopes, anyway)
I just love that pic of her up on the ridge. I was like 50 yards away but the snazzy zoom got me right up and personal. I was flattered when Q and her friend T said they were going to snowshoe until they found out I was going to be xcountry skiing. Fun day.