50 fun facts about 50 sense… a work in progress.

i started this tome december 14, 2011, as a way for fbook fans to get to know me.  it seemed like a good idea at the time.  i’ll finish some day before my 51st birthday.  i think.

1.  i’m not actually 50.  but i will be in january ’12.  there wasn’t much sense (get it?) in starting an “almost 50 sense” page, since time just mother-fucking flies by me and here i am at almost absolute-zero of the middle of my life (i plan to live to 100) plus i’ve been thinking of or preparing myself for (po-tay-to, po-tah-to) this number, this age, for at least 4 months.  i don’t know that i’m prepared.  if you don’t hear from me after january 18th, call 911.

2.  i’ve been married more than 1/2 my life.  it wasn’t always easy.  but a lot of it was.  the hard stuff was just growing up, i think.  oh, and i was supposed to move back home and marry someone else when i met my husband.  we dated long distance for the first 5 months, and married 2 months after that.

3.  i ride horses.  not for a living, but for a life.

4.  i own 5 horses.  i don’t know how that happened.  2sday (pronounced “tuesday”) is the oldest (15), a mare, a twin (her brother had to be put down when he was 8) and a prima donna who loves her creature comforts except when she doesn’t.  windsor is 14, and he is the love of my life.  or at least my horse life.  he’s my favorite, but don’t tell the others.  laurelai is 7, and teaches me everything i didn’t know i needed to know about horses.  we have a love/hate relationship.  ace is the card up my sleeve… he’s 7 this month (december), and an incredible athlete and riding him is like riding a rocket, but in the good way, and he’s as sweet as can be.  and last, but not least by any means, is xeke (pronounced “zeke”).  oxford karma is his registered name.  he’s 2sday’s son, windsor’s 1/2 nephew, and just such a joy, even when he’s being the biggest pain-in-the-horse’s-ass.

5.  my sister told me i should blog 2 years ago.  i didn’t know what it meant.  y’all should blame her.

6.  i have 2 adult children.  healthy, happy children.  despite me and my ineptitude.

7.  i live a charmed life.  i have nothing about which to complain.  i suppose i could complain about that…

8.  8’s my lucky number.  nothing actually lucky has happened that had anything to do with “8,” but when i was around 8, i decided it was my lucky number, and so there you go.

9.  i wear make-up nearly every day.  even if my horses are the only ones who are going to see me.

10.  i am at a point in my life where i can stay home for weeks at a time and not even realize that fact until i leave home.  it’s a very strange feeling to drive up the levee (we live on a river, and my road is a levee) and see the river and remember that it’s there.

11.  i am a fiercely loyal friend.  until you fuck me over.  and even then, if you apologize, i will probably forgive you.  but i won’t forget.

12.  if i write “lucky,” it is ALWAYS with a napoleon dynamite accent; “oh poor you” is with tony soprano’s mom’s accent; “bend over and i’ll show ya” is my accent, but the quote is, of course, from “christmas vacation.”  i’m sure there are more quotes, since i rarely have an original thought in my head, but those are the 3 i can think of right now.

13.  i met a half-brother when he was 27.  my father knew of him, but never mentioned him.  guess he never came up in the conversation… that story will make a good blog some day.  or a note.

14.  i have only ever lived in coastal states.  grew up on the east coast, but most of my life has been spent on the west coast.  there are things about both that i love and that i hate.

15.  i have known my best friend since the first day of kindergarten.  i miss her daily (because she is on the east coast, and i am on the left), but she is always with me.

16.  my son, my youngest, was born on a friday.  i went back to work (with him attached to my boob) on monday.  i lost that pregnancy weight in NO time.  i don’t recommend that weight-loss regimen to anyone.

17. i became invisible in my 40’s. it was exhilarating and freeing.

18. i’m an artist. my canvas is on horseback. i will miss that part of me when i can no longer create that art.

19. i have bursitis of the ischial tuberosities. in layman’s terms, i have pain in my ass. or more accurately, my seat bones. but for padded bike shorts, i’d be screwed in the horse-riding department.

20. my favorite 4-letter words (though some have more letters than that): fuck, dick, douche, pussy, and any and all variations, but not necessarily in that order. i try very, very hard to remember who’s within earshot when i utter them.

21. i can drive a tractor. a small one, but a tractor nonetheless.

22. i met every celebrity i ever met when i was 19. i won’t drop names here… but remind me to tell you one day what robin williams said about me.

23. i don’t plan on talking about my family (as in my husband and kids) very often on this page… i’m sure they’d prefer i never mentioned them at all. i will tell you this about them: they are 3 of the best people i’ve ever met. (but if they say or do something that must be mocked, all bets are off.)

24. i was once called the “food nazi.” and with good reason.

25. i wish i’d named this page “25 sense,” and that i were 25 again with my 50-yr-old brain, so that i could be done with this damn list already. geezus, i’m old…

26. i am not even peri-menopausal yet… i’ll give you a moment to let that sink in….

27. okay, time’s up. both of my grandmothers didn’t go through menopause until they were almost 60, and i am still like mutha effin’ clockwork. i’m due next tuesday. you should mark it on your calendar. really. you should.

28. i’ve been to 10 different countries. i’d go back to any of them except china.

29. in the beginning (i mean the beginning of my fbook experience), i would post yo’ mama jokes to my kids as my status. the dorkiest part of all was this was before you could tag people, so if you didn’t know my kids’ names, you didn’t know wtf i was doing. it was awesome.

30. i am an ellipsis abuser… i don’t know why… i just am….

31. i’m serial non-capitalist, in case you haven’t noticed. i use capital letters in place of italics (why fbook doesn’t allow italics completely befuddles me). and people that use *s to denote italics just confuse me… i keep looking for a footnote. i am old school.

32. i’ve lived in my house for almost 22 years. i never thought i’d be that person.

33. my internet service provider’s name is andy. he’s a dick. we call him “andy dick, the internet douche.”

34. i could easily become one of those 900 lb. people who can’t leave their house. it’s practically a goal of mine.

35. i am THIS close to commenting to myself on my own page. is that even possible?

36. i’m fairly tall, almost 5’9″. unfortunately, i’m not quite tall enough for my weight.

37. i have unusually, almost freakishly, large hands, feet, and head. so does my husband. unfortunately for our kids, large hands, feet, and heads are all dominant genes. and i have long, mannish arms (well, maybe not “mannish,” but certainly teenage-boyish.)

38. i am non-religious, but i have spiritual beliefs. one of my most comforting comes from buddhism, where you (the spirit/soul, not the body you’re in) choose the obstacles you want to conquer in each life, with the goal of conquering them all so to avoid re-birth. it soothes me to think the people who have had terrible obstacles – disease, loss, pain – have “chosen” to face them in their current lives, and won’t have to ever face them again. i’m not explaining this as well as how i understand it in my head, so i think i’ll shut up now.

39. i avoid doctors… medical doctors. and phd’s who call themselves doctors. but i do go to my annual gyn exam, and to the dentist twice a year. old habits die hard, i guess.

40. horses love to sneeze and wipe their noses on white shirts. okay, that’s not exactly about me, but it does explain why i don’t wear white. and why i can’t have nice things.

41.  i’m anti-war, but pro-military.  i bet a lot of the military are, too.

42.  i’m mom’s favorite.  i don’t know what i did to deserve it, but i am.

43.  i’ve cut my husband’s hair for almost 27 years.  i’d never cut anyone’s hair before, except my dog’s, and he was just crazy and cheap enough to let me do it.  i also cut my kids’ hair… they actually liked it, except for the mullet era and the resulting photographic evidence.  they still ask me for haircuts now and then… they’re cheap and crazy, too.

44.  i’ve had more “shitter’s full” mishaps than a person has a right to.  and i don’t mean the normal toilet over-flowing thing… no, no, no.  i’m talking holding tanks on trailers and septic tanks.  my most memorable was when the valve and pipe to the holding tank came loose on the trailer as i was careening down the freeway.  i looked in my mirror and could see a blue spray (the holding tank de-stinker) and those poor, poor people behind me with their windshield wipers furiously wiping away the, um, shit.  i was so thankful there wasn’t a motorcyclist behind me.

45.  i’ve had just one car wreck in my life, but it was a doozy.  another story for another day.

46.  i’ve had just 7 unplanned dismounts from horses in 45 years of riding.  2 were my own stupid fault, 2 were the horse’s stupid fault, 2 were because the horse fell from underneath me, and 1 was equipment failure.  only 1 involved a trip in the ambulance (i always say “am-blance” in my head, and not just because i was kicked in the head).  coincidentally (or was it?), the ambulance trip was just 9 days after my car wreck, in which there was no ambulance trip.  karma’s a damn bitch.

47.  i have a very short memory (always been that way… nothing to do with the kick to the head).  i don’t mind it so much, though… i forget the bad things pretty quickly, and i have constant reminders of the good things in my life all around me!

48.  i always wear a helmet when riding now… just started that during the summer of 2011.  i woke up one morning and realized that if something happened to me, my horses would suffer.  my human family would suffer, too, but they would at least know why.

49.  i subscribe to snoop dogg on fbook.  i’m trying to learn a foreign language.

50. it’s all just a lightning flash in eternity (from the beginning of time to the end of time, where there is no beginning and there is no end).  when i remember to remember this, to put the bad times in perspective, they become more bearable.  and if you’re the type who says, “sure, but that means the good times are just a lightning flash, too,” well, then, you just don’t want to be happy.  you should work on that.

amendment to #11:  “i won’t forget.”  oh, please.  who am i trying to kid?  i forget everything.


6 thoughts on “50 fun facts about 50 sense… a work in progress.

  1. Pam says:

    Mr. WordPress is quite smart, isn’t he? is that your 50th “thing”?

  2. I knew I liked you from FB, but now I wish you lived next door!

  3. The Mess says:

    I agree with Transitioning Mom, I want to live next door and cuss with you! Can you say kindred fucking spirits?

    ❤ ~the mess

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