The BIG 50 – Page 3 – I'm Not So Petty

A Star is Born?

Posted on February 21, 2013 by Christy Petty

We went to the Community Theater tonight and saw Shrek it was really funny! LOTS of singing, but then it was a musical 😉 . Lord Farquard was a guy who plays prominent parts in a lot of the show, pretty good actor. His costume was made so he crawled on his knees and had his little fake legs stuffed in boots strapped on his legs. It was hilarious!! So fun to watch him ‘run’ around the stage!

I played April Fool in our spring play, in 5th grade. I LOVED it. I had a green suit, which had been used as Peter Pan in another play. I knew my lines, did not mess up at all. This was really the only opportunity I have ever had to be in a play, but I KNOW I would love to do it.

Brian and Lee were in UIL 1 Act play for a couple of years, they did really well. Funny thing, Brian the introvert had an easier time ‘acting’ than Lee the extrovert. I am an introvert too. NOT shy, just not the ‘life’ of the party nor do I want to be. Actually party’s, people, suck the life from me, and I have to recharge a bit after. My theory is we introverts can act because we can become whomever we are acting, thus know one is looking and US really they are looking at the person we are playing. Extroverts are so full of themselves they have no desire to act like anyone than themselves, so to act like someone else is a huge struggle. Brian agrees with me.

Keith the master bullshiter. The life of the party, the room, the closet. You put him anywhere he will know everyone and they him, is really uncomfortable making a scripted speech. He can talk on the fly, but to speak on a subject in front of a crowd, He does not like. I on the other hand can, I love to speak, do cooking demo’s, be a speaker, ‘tell’ people stuff.

I REALLY REALLY want to be in a play. They seem like a LOT of work though. Our nephew is with Midland Theater, he was in the Christmas Carol, and worked EVERY NIGHT with practice, and did the play every weekend for a month. I don’t know if I would love that. But I want to try.

I really really want to be in a play.

That is going on my bucket list.

Lets pray that it happen.

50 in 50 days

45 days to 50

Posted on February 20, 2013 by Christy Petty

We went to the movies last night- Identity Thief– It was HILARIOUS! Do not believe any ratings that say less than that!!

Jason reminds me of Kirk a bit in looks, when Kirk had shorter hair, the animation of his face, and the ‘delivery’ of humor. Melissa McCarthy is just funny, I love her in Mike and Molly, I sure hope she keeps her day job now that she is doing movies!

This is one of those movies that has lines in it I want to ‘use’ in everyday life. Then I walk away and forget them all. GRRR. I searched some out, of my favorite funny movies, maybe I can memorize them and be ready in 45 days!

Hall Pass Quotes, Wedding Crasher, Bridesmaids, Horrible Bosses,Bridget Jones Meet the Parents

Happy reading– Oh the links are are R rated.

50 in 50 days

46 days to 50- Age Old Question

Posted on February 19, 2013 by Christy Petty

What is my purpose in life? This is a wonder I think we all have at some point in our lives.

The happenings of life,struggles, success’, trials,births, failures, tragedies, deaths, interventions, blessings, the ‘Wonder Why?” of lives. 50 years of wonder has given me answer. 50 years of wonder has given me the reason for my happenings. To make purpose of me.

The purpose of life is to glorify God.Isaiah 43:7⁷Everyone who is called by My name,Whom I have created for My glory;I have formed him, yes, I have made him.”I do that by becoming what He intends me to be. He is the potter I am the clay. Isaiah 64:8 But now, O Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand. The happenings; His hands on my life, my yeilding, or not, to His molding, the water, the temperature, the air flow, the glaze, the firing,all of this is what makes me. The difference in me and clay, I have a choice to conform-Believe,obey,abide.

The Negatives and positives happenings are necessary to make our purpose.

James 1:2 My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, 3 knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. 4 But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing. 5 If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him. 6 But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind. 7 For let not that man suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; 8 he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.

It is Satan that brings our doubt. Satan/the world has taught us that no good can come from the bad. This is not true.This leads to hopelessness. We have to put away that way of thinking ,that doubt Ephesians 4: ²²to ^oput off ^pyour old self,⁶ which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through ^qdeceitful desires, ²³and ^rto be renewed in the spirit of your minds, ²⁴and to put on ^sthe new self, ^tcreated after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness. And once we remove the doubt we can literally do all things.

Matthew 21:21So Jesus answered and said to them, “Assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith and do not doubt, you will not only do what was done to the fig tree, but also if you say to this mountain, ‘Be removed and be cast into the sea,’ it will be done.

My being adopted is a happening,God purposed to make me me. Satan has used it to throw (wonder)doubt of my need for existence.

Why didn’t my bio mother keep me? Why did I have to be ‘abandoned’? Why do I exist, since my own did not want me? Am I an accident to even God? If I am then I was not intended to be. What purpose is there in me, in my being born, if no one wanted me anyway?

What a bunch of crap Satan has dished out in doubt!! God planned me even if my bio’s did not. Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

God created me on purpose Psalm 139:13 For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.

For purpose Colossians 1:16b all things were created by him and for him Ephesians 2:10 10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them

My adoption has shown the purpose for 50 years. I can preach the value of, the meaning of unconditional love, because I received that from my parents, my family. I know what that is. I know what it is to be adopted to become what you were not born of. I understand the relation believers have with our adoption from sin/Satan to our Father God. I have witnessed the mighty hand of God in His reaching past mans laws and choices to bring my bio’s and me together. I know reconciliation as the prodigal son. I know faith hope and grace because of my adoption happening.

Trial happenings in : Evan born with congenital deformity, and more. Kirk dying 6 weeks later. These trials added to the at least monthly dashes to the hospital with Brian’s ‘attacks’ from, what we years later found were, esophagus spasms from ulcers from untreated celiac. The question “Why does God do bad things to us?” was presented to me sometime in the midst of this. Had it not been for the happenings of great mentors (Mamaw, Mamie, Dad) and teachings from God in the past I would not have known the answer. God does not do these bad things. God does not cause the ‘bad’ on purpose, but he does make purpose out of it all.

Evan. He has purpose, is purpose, gave me purpose. He was predicted to be exceptional even before he was born, none expected that included him being ‘less than perfect’ by the worlds standards. That lack of worldly perfection has shown me, and others God measures perfection by different standards than we. I learned God speaks audibly, I just have to listen. God speaks, sometimes I just don’t understand. That does not make God wrong, nor me. I just need to learn to understand. What he says, like Evan is not always what I expect, but it is right. Evan asphyxiated and died and was brought back to life, 3 months after his cleft was repaired. I was on my knees in my home, as the paramedics were trying to find an airway, I cried out “ You just gave him back, why are you taking him.” God responded as loudly as those calling out from the bedroom, that they had an airway “ I am not TAKING him, he is always mine.” God speaks, in volumes. This statement meant more than Evan was now breathing.

Kirk dying at such a young age, was not what God desired for him. But ,choices made, led Kirk’s physical life to end here. God saw the whole picture, Kirk reached his purpose with God. Kirk is eternal, the love he had from and of God will exist in his art, his music, our hearts, his daughter and grandchildren. John 10:²⁷ⁿMy sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. ²⁸^oI give them eternal life, and ^pthey will never perish, and ^qno one will snatch them out of my hand My fears of death were relieved as I mourned my brother, and wondered if my 6 week old son would survive. God makes a purpose OF our tragedy.

The happenings of my children. Gives me purpose. God showed me his purpose for me and my existence, his perfect purpose and design for my children, in each conception. There was opportunity, before marriage for me to have become pregnant, I had ‘unprotected’ sex before I was married. My son’s were each conceived through 1 ‘try’ without protection. With each pregnancy a prayer was for each to have exceptionally beautiful eyes. Each do, and each exceptional. Lee has almost black eyes deep and always smiling, Brian has hazel eyes, huge with gorgeous lashes, Evan has blue eyes framed by dark black lashes. I prayed for my third baby to have O blood, not wanting him to suffer through the ABO factor my other two did, because their being A and myself O. Evan has O blood. My happenings have taught me prayers are answered no matter how small. Ask and I shall receive.

The Celiac/gluten intolerant gene that courses through our blood, a happening that has effects for myself, my son, my family and everyone that I can reach. The years of searching for a diagnosis and cure, strengthened our faith in God. We learned we could not, should not depend on man to heal, the great healer is God and the doctors only a tool. I see the miracle in Brian’s health and growth in spite of horrible illness The strength and courage God placed in that little boy was inspiring. God gave me the desire and will to accept this life change, as a positive, for us all. We have been given many opportunity to share and support. Lives will be changed, maybe even saved, because we have been blessed with gluten intolerance. John 15:16–17¹⁶You did not choose me, but ^zI chose you and appointed you that you should go and ^abear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that ^bwhatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you.

The house that God built. Building our house happened. We were given the opportunity, the resources to build the house beyond our dreams. God placed the idea in our hearts. He educated us in Financial Peace. We learned to rely on God for everything; the sell, the profit, the workers we hired, the weather,the 5th wheel we found comfort in for a year, the design of the home, the materials we bought. I literally stand on the firm foundation everyday and know HE is my Provider, my Rock.

Life could have happened differently. Bio’s could have married and kept me. Mom and Dad could have ‘taken me back’ at the 6 month trial time. Kirk could have laid on the couch instead of going outside and falling in drive. We could have ignored Brian’s illness, and just pumped him with meds. I could have skipped giving Evan the food he choked on. But that is not how it happened. God knew that before it began. God knew the wrong decisions I would make, the few right ones too He knew the hurts I would suffer. God has provided the fixes and strengths all the while to make me a vessel for Him.

The ultimate strength, the major happening, is the snoring lump I wake up next to every day. I would not be without him. He really does complete me and I him. Genesis 2:24 Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh. 16 years into my creation, the Potter added Keith, at the lake in cowboy boots and a swimming suit. I was weak and mushy making all kinds of bad decisions and pretty much alone, I needed someone, I needed direction, I needed strength, so God added Keith, the polymer to my clay. Of all of the happenings in my life Keith is the only one that would not have happened differently. Maybe a different time or place, but I know Keith and I were planned by God specifically. Eve for Adam, Sarah for Abraham, Rebekah for Isaac Christy for Keith… all planned specifically by God, for God. My purpose on this earth is to be Keith’s, his lover, his helper, his irritant, his support, his adored, all for the glory of God. Ephesians 5:23 (23 For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior

PURPOSE: the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists

The REASON God threw me on that wheel 50 years ago?

Ephesians 14 just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love, 5 having predestined us to adoption as sons by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will.

50 in 50 days

48 AND 47 of 50- Dr. Dolittle

Posted on February 18, 2013November 6, 2014 by Christy Petty

Passion: strong and barely controllable emotion• a state or outburst of such emotion *an intense desire or enthusiasm for something Yep. that pretty much describes why I am a day late and combining post f0r 47 . Though, it could have truly been the obsession(the state of being obsessed with someone or something• an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind) OF my passion that interfered with my obligations.

DSCF2102 — Hobo ‘Bo’- Dumped and starved, at the right place 😉

A puppy. An abandoned puppy, and the search for her other rejected companions. Lee came to the house and said “A spy cam needed to be set up at the corner, to catch the fools who dump dogs out here.” Then proceeded to tell that he saw four puppies and a chihuahua mix up the road as he drove in. This is the same place we found the puppy, Lucy, and a brown lab, that he now owns. Keith gave me a look and said, ‘No.”

I respected that ‘no, I have no need for another dog. Don’t want one. I have 3 dogs, 4 if you count Evan’s dog I babysit, 2 cats and 2 horses. I started thinking about them: “Maybe they are just a litter that wandered off their property with their chi friend, and happen to be in the area we have found 2 dog’s who now have ‘tags’ purchased by us. Or they were dumped and hungry and this will be a cold night. If they are still there in the A.M. the truck traffic from the caleche pit may kill them. Maybe they will make it to the caleche pit office and they will care for them, as they do often. How little are they? Will the coyotes kill them?” The passion is turning into obsession. Meg comes in with Tanah, they just drove past the same corner, and did not see any pups, but did see a couple of trucks making a u turn up the road. ‘Maybe someone else came and found them. Maybe the dumpers conscience got to them. The text I receive from Lee as he is driving out, about an hour into respecting Keith’s ‘no’, reads ‘1 left.’ I tell Keith then I plead to rescue. He said”, Take your phone.”’ I drive to the corner and see nothing first, then look on the side under a small mesquite and see that piece of trash is a pup. I get out of the car and it does not move. Maybe it is dead, and not the one Lee saw. It must have heard me, it lifts it’s head, then lays it back down. So lost. I reach down cooing ‘Puppy’ which receives a slight whimper from her, and a bark in the distance from the brush behind. I pick her up and start to look for more. I see none, I hear none. I look and walk, and drive on dirt road to a place people dump trash illegally, as well as dogs. I find nothing. I call, I whistle. All the time the pup has her nose pressed in the crook of my neck, holding on to me as well as a dog can without baby arms. My passion. It is beyond compassion.

1 of 4 that I was able to find- Needs a home!

The bark I heard did not sound like a puppy, I think maybe the chihuahua mix Lee had described. Maybe someone picked up all the pups they saw but missed this one and the scared older chihuahua. Coyotes will eat it. Why won’t it come, I know it is out there. I finally give up. One puppy in my arms Praying the others are safe somewhere. Keith went with me a couple of hours later, so I could search again, now that it is darker and colder. At 4 AM I hear what I think is an unfamiliar bark in the distance, maybe it is pups, or chihuahua on other side of fence, barking at ours dogs, maybe it is a dream. Keith reminds me the small dogs can fit through the gate, I dress and go out anyway. Obsessed.

I do love animals. I have always loved animals. I am passionate about animals. My heart breaks, my soul aches when I lose one of my animal companions. My throat tightens and my eyes tear at each animal I see dead on the roads. Animals wandering the roads catch my attention, always. Animals gravitate to me, I walk in a yard, the first to greet me is the dog or cat of the family. I wanted to be a veterinarian. God has gifted me with the ability to relate to animals. I see every stray, injured, lost animal that I touch, as a responsibility God has blessed me with.

My pets have influenced, my 50 years, given me comfort, and yes, love.

Our Missy, a collie would steal kittens from Boots, our cat, she would mother them until Boots would come and swipe Missy’s nose and take her babies back.

Me, Fran with Boots, Missy watching the baby ;) — Me, Fran with Boots, Missy watching the baby 😉

Mom would tell Missy “Watch the baby” as she worked in the yard, and I played. I would be herded by my canine nanny into the rose bushes next to the house, to keep me as far from the road as possible. The same road that Missy crossed to play with other dogs, the same road she was killed on one foggy morning. My brothers and I were visiting my grandparents, after receiving the call my grandmother came to us crying and saying ‘OUR Missy was killed by a car.” Mamaw explained through tears the poor girl who hit her had cried in Daddy’s arms. Mamaw said surely a dog as loved and able to give love as much as Missy, would be with Jesus. I believe that is true, somehow.

DSCF0045 — Tia,Evans best friend. I failed him and her, when something ‘got’ her when she went out to …..

DSCF2002-41 — Liz and Richard- Think an owl took Richard, the same one tried to get Liz.

DSCF2022 — Max 12 years old. He had been stolen from litter by tom cat, had a bite through his leg, newly born when a friend found him. I raised him on a bottle.

DSCF2986 — Gabby 17 hand Appendix-retired jumper, — 16 yrs old

DSCF3018 — Sweet Petite- 16 years old- half starved when we bought her.

I have shared my life with many many animals. 29 Cats, 18 dogs, two rabbits, 3 horses, 3 goats as pets, and more goats as weed eaters and arm breakers and 3 horses. 2 dogs co owned with Evan. 2 dogs re homed for their sake and mine. Goats ‘rehomed’ never eaten, by me. 1 horse rehomed. (To me rehomed is just a step above abandoning) 4 cats and 2 dogs died of OLD age 16+. I have lost my dear pets to cars, poisoning, kidney failure, old age, becoming lost(rapture?).I have grieved the loss of all. I don’t value animal loves over my human loves, but I do grieve loss with the same heart. With my animals I have an added sense of responsibility that I don’t have with the humans I love. I take on the responsibility to care for and provide for my animals seriously. I am their caretaker, if they get lost, they get hurt, they get killed, it is because I failed somehow in the care of them. When they die of old age, I have succeeded, yet I still mourn a life that I loved.

Scan 102 — One of the many litters of kittens- All treys

Scan 103 — Siamese with boots, grey and blacks- more babies

Scan 106 — Ditto the Grand Dam of them all- 100’s were born just from her! Lived to 18

Scan 108 — Tia and Bubba- best of friends- Both lost in the wilds of west Texas

Scan 109 — Jimmy J.J. April and Ditto- Mamma and kids

Scan 113 — Ranger- Outstanding Dog! lived to17

Scan 115 — Peckerwood- Blue Eye and green eye. Rice helped me find an appropriate name.

Scan 117 — Missy, Keith’s and my first dog. Didn’t need baby once we got her, but it was too late to take him back. 😉

Scan 119 — Muffin, only other dog my parents had after Missy. Found him at Pancake house in Lubbock.

Scan 120 — My Missy’s only litter. I learned there can be as many ‘Daddy’s’ as come by.

Scan 122 — Dot- MY dog- Heeler Border mix

Scan 123 — Bird whacked his head, too stunned to fly away

Beyond the animals I have spent time and money on, there are those I have rescued, those I have been a halfway house for. 4 puppies have found me here in my home google can’t find. I found a mama cat and kittens and a billion fleas in an abandoned building. I fed a baby hawk deer meat for a week, until I could get it to a bird sanctuary. I have nursed birds back to health after they bash into windows.

A cat with a hole the size of a quarter in it’s neck found care, then a barn to live in. A cat hit by a car, lived in my bedroom for a month. I have fostered litters of kittens for the Humane Society.

Poor Keith. Zoophilia makes no sense to him. Keith can not feel the love I actually DO receive back from these critters I love.

DSCF3085 — Phoebe, Molly and Guage, lovin on me

It is not that he hates animals,

DSCF3026 — Molly doin what she loves loves loves, fetching and getting

he just knows that cute kitten walking in the alley has siblings and a mother, and I will be crawling through the trash can till I find each last ‘mew’ and bringing them home. I will set up cat boxes in the house because the temperature may drop below the temp they experienced alone in the alley the night before. He knows this is the time no one will want any cats so we will end up with them all and that 5 out of the 6 kittens will be female and need to be spayed, and none will run away until we do spend money on them. He knows those kittens will grow up to be cats, laying around doing nothing. He knows we will walk past another alley and see more kittens. He knows the list of animals I have in my 50 short years. He knows I can at least double that in the next 20 or so left. So Keith sneezes loudly scares the kitten away and turns me quickly, before I catch glimpse of the furry ball of fluff and love.

50 in 50 days

NO regrets 49 days to 50

Posted on February 16, 2013 by Christy Petty

If there were a magic wand, a way to rewind, these are 50 things in the last 50 years I would adjust…..

Being such a chicken about jumping off the diving board in swimming lessons
The date with the Newsome guy
Going to Powell’s house
Getting the flu in January before mom died
Not wearing sunglasses
Waiting till the time of appointment to go visit mom
Go to see Dad instead of back to work. Or drive 120 MPH instead of 100.
Letting myself get fat
Not going up on Eifel Tower
Help Kirk find a rehab
Develop a relationship with Linda
A Rio Doso trip.
Giving Pokey away
Listening to Bill and Shirley and not visiting Mamie, before I left
Backing out with door open
Not checking on Dot
Giving up when I am right
Keeping quiet about the lies and not bringing the darkness into the light
Losing April
Not losing weight sooner- or more.
Moving out without discussing with Mom and Dad
Not keeping the piano
Leaving Tia with Keith
Quiting Sunday School
Wanting that trailer
Not standing up to LRC board
Not finding that perfect wrinkle cream
Getting in the car with Julie B
Drinking the Bloody Mary’s, Goldslagger, and Butterscotch nipple
Giving into fear of rejection
Not learning Financial Peace 30 years sooner
Failing to witness to Rice
Freaking out on Jenny
Being fearful of Evan’s failings
Not writing a book
Not building a cat room off of garage
Not planting a garden
Not polishing the floors as shiny as Ricky did his
Getting my ring stuck, and having to have it cut off
Giving Evan that Gerber chicken stick.
Losing contact with Monica
Seeing statue of Liberty and Central Park while in New York
My wedding dress
More kids. A daughter
Did not live everyday to glorify God
Only 1 tea party with my granddaughters
Licking the brownie bowl tonight
Letting ‘them’ do that surgery on Evan
Not knowing about Celiac when Brian was a baby
Time Keith and I loose with batteling wills

I have been blessed. This literally took me hours. I had to search to find 50 things to want to change, or could have been done differently. So many things do not matter at all, my life is none the worse, because I did not have the sexy off the shoulder wedding dress I pictured myself in. I have an amazing husband, a blessed marriage of almost 32 years. That daughter I did not have, has been replaced with my daughter in laws and granddaughters. Being with my parents at the time of their deaths, would not have changed their dying. God brought me through those trials I have no control over, the stroke for Evan, the suffering from undiagnosed Celiac for Brian, He provided strength and peace and blessings for us all through our trials. Much of the ‘regrets’ of life are my own mistakes, my own wrong choices and today, I can still change, I can rectify. I have a future and a hope. I am stronger and smarter and all the more for all the good bad and ugly of all of these years.

Jeremiah 29:11For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.

John 14:27Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

50 in 50 days

Day 50 to 50 years

Posted on February 15, 2013 by Christy Petty

50 days until I turn 50 years old. I don’t feel 50. I don’t think I look 50

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. But then I see someone that looks waaaaaay better than I,and they are 50 or more, I know my perspective must be off, when it comes to myself.

My parents were older , 33 and 34, when they got me.

Scan 98

Not really that ‘old , especially now that so many start so late, but compared to the parents my brothers had, and my friends had,and my kids had, they were pretty old. At 12 years old my parents were 45 46. When Lee was 12. I was 31. Brian 12, I was 33. Evan I was 38.

Heck, my first grandchildren were born before I was 45.

When my brother Mike, turned 50, 11 years ago, I gave him hell, because that is what little younger sisters are suppose to do, not because I thought him to be old. Mike has played in bands, lived in Austin, wore his hair a bit too long, always wore jeans and tennis shoes, been fit (never fat) traveled, stayed up late, never had kids…. maybe that is why he has never aged much. 🙂

My perspective of age seems to be ‘off’. Keith and I often will see a someone we have gone to school with and be aghast because they look way older than we and even our 10 year older siblings. We then wonder if we are blinded by our old aged eyes and can’t really see our ancient-ness. I just don’t feel like we are any older. Keith is the same guy today as he was 32 years ago.

We are starting to look alike- almost 31 years together

Maybe glasses are needed?

I look at pictures of my mom at 53, my grandmother in her early 80’s, me at 20. Scan 85 Even my grandmother does not look THAT old! Mom does not look the ancient one, my Jr. High mind made her to be, 8 years prior, and she is 3 year’s older than I am about to be.

I look at my mom at 33, her baby’s first Easter Scan 94 Compared to the same for me, except my being 26– I see my perspective is askew. Mom was not an OLD looking mom, she was beautiful. Scan 96

The saying of being as old as you feel seems to fit me well.

Scan 91

I think of myself as not quite 20. Not because I ‘look’ that young, but I just think that immaturely.

A really weird thing about this messed up perspective is that I feel intimidated by those older than my mind age, yet younger than my real age. My son’s for instance. It is CRAZY, to me that these are my sons, they all are so much older than I!.
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Unlike when I was horrified at becoming 30, becoming 50 is liberating! I am about to be all grown up! People will listen to me. Respect me as an elder. (yeah right)

Being 50 and not looking my idea of a 50 year old is invigorating, a bit sexifying.

I’s important!

My confidence is growing, I can feel it!

It is like I have reached the top of the hill, and the rest of this journey, though a shorter trip, than the getting to the top, it is going to down now, it will be faster, more coasting, and more fun.

Wind blowing in my face, maybe a few bumps in the road, some mud, I might bounce around a bit, but I got a firm grip, and the hard ride up is over, I got plenty of gas, and the real fun part is just beginning!,

50 in 50 days

50 years 50 days

Posted on February 14, 2013 by Christy Petty

God just gave me a great idea! Tomorrow it starts! THE countdown! February 15 is exactly 50 days away from April 5, which also happens to be my 50th birthday.

I will be half a century old! Uh, WOW!,

So, I will post something about me, my 50 years of living, memories and such. Good and bad. I was going to do a year a day, but I can not remember each year ‘exactly’ I do not think-(I am almost 50 you know) I will work on it- I will not promise complete accuracy on the years– This is a work in progress, just as I!

Another goal in this next 50 days is to loose my final 30 lb’s– I think the post a day may be more attainable. We will see!

This will be fun!! I can’t wait for tomorrow! Tell your friends, get ready for the ride of MY lifetime!

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