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Memories of being 50 years YOUNG* Thanks y’all for being part of my journey..

Waving y’all! Quick break in a VERY busy day..It IS my 51st bday..Wooooohooooo!!! Extremely humbled by the amazing amount of Bday calls, texts, emails, ecards, gifts ..Blown my hair back & as I reflect on this year past? Flew far faster than I anticipated it would..Yet as I count off the goals I accomplished this year? Almost completed all of them..Progresssive year indeed..What was most important to me? Living IN the moment; and making those I consider dear feel as special as they are to me. Nothing more special to me than time spent & enjoyed! I learn & I yearn to learn even more. Thanks to all who have added to my journey. Thanks to all who taught me lessons I’d not have learned had you not entered my world. Most of all thanks be to my God for allowing me to learn the lessons a tad bit quicker..Embarking on a new adventure as we speak; and I am READY. Be back asap to share ..Till then live, love , laugh! Have a fun & safe 4th. 4ever sincere & still standing, Berna(the 1 & Only)


^ONE small reason I’m not sending President Barack Obama an invite to my 50th Bash^

Well its hardly a secret..Yep! the fabulous bash to celebrate my 50th Bday is inching closer & closer..The pace of preparations & planning & more planning is amping UP..IF I were anymore excited the butterflies will escape from my tummy & form a lovely fluttering cascade of color. Surprises are everywhere in the air; including relatives flying in I didn’t think would be able to make it..I’m WOWed by all of this. This will be the biggest party ever in my honor. And IF you can’t celebrate the BIG 5 0? Something just ‘ain’t right in your life; or least thats the way I see IT. My Daddy was joking around & said ‘ You’ve invited everyone & probably even President Obama! ‘ Hmmm let me chew on that for a minute..Being the 2nd biggest Obama cheerleader (Honorable 1st Lady Michelle is the first) alive on this Earth that I am..WHY don’t I send him one of my lovely elegant party invitations??? >> * COMING SOON so hang on tight. Its Saturday & time to go get my ‘doo’ done right!  Translation = hair appointment* Alright I’m back lets pop this cork…>>

Why is it that dares are always so tempting?

Actually I’ve got a 2fold reason why I’m not sending President Barack Obama an invite to my 50th..My feelings are a little hurt, indeed. I am after all his #2 cheerleader in the whole wide world. Wouldn’t that make it a no-brainer that I’d get an invitation to his 50th birthday party ? Well, one would think that! But I didn’t get one; not a smoke signal/not a phone invite/not even a message in a bottle.  >>

So some of y’all out there might be out there thinking..What would I say to President Barack Obama IF he came to my birthday party? Would I know what to say? Would I be tongue-tied or worse, faint? Would I truly dare to dance with the President of the United States? Well..the first thing I’d say, honestly? “Why didn’t I get an invite to your party President Obama? Don’t you knowwwww I’m your #2 cheerleader? ” And then? We would both just fall out laughing & laughing! >>

But the #1 reason I’m not sending President Obama an invite…>>

I’ve run out of invitations! They’ve all been written out; and I can’t invite the President of the United States to a party on a verbal or email or letter written invite. Or can I? Double -dare me? IF he is able to attend by some stroke of luck? I’ll allow him to make the very first toast to..ME. A girl can dream & when I dream I dream BIG and in living color. Until I read /write y’all again stay UPlifted & blessed. 4 ever sincere, Berna (the 1 N only)

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Holy Crap! I’m almost 50 **

Today I forgot, again, that I’m almost 50 years old. Is there a certain way to ACT when one becomes 50? Are there certain things I’m not supposed to do anymore? If there is a specific new way to act or feel at 50 years old; I’m not there yet! Certainly NOT trying to look 50 yrs old, least not for another 15 yrs or so.  I don’t know how to be anything other than…ME~~

…Today  I was running(not a full force run; but I wasn’t walking nor was I jogging) while wearing 4 inch heels!/Sunday’s finest & cute!-special-4-Mothers Day- dress  on/hair was hooked!..I was on church grounds headed to the Hall; the men of our church had cooked breakfast for all Mothers in honor of Mothers Day..Why was I running? I wanted a very good family friend(who recently had surgery) to not have to walk around the building to get into our church hall. Running while in a dress in 4 inch heels is NOT something I do often(unless a barking dog  shows UP out of nowhere..I admit I’ve run like hell in those flipflops even!) but .. a. I didn’t want her having to stand on her feet too long b. I wanted that door open , instead of the back door, & it was locked c. I was starving!!!! I had not even a banana that morning and it was after 11 a.m. d. It was HOT outside & I move quickly in the heat to get OUT of it.. So anyways, before I “remembered that I was in a heels/all dressed UP/and that I’m just about 50 ” there I was running..Just got caught UP  in the spontaneity of the moment..Later on;  is when the *thoughts* began to creep into my mind…>

1st thought was * Dangggg I’m glad my Mom didn’t see me do that, lol lol! She’d have been horrified. My Mom is perfectly mannered at all times..I slip from time to time; I forget which fork to use when the table setting has more than TWO/I laugh sometimes when I shouldn’t cause when stuff is funny I can’t help it/I’ve been heard saying “oops” on the mic sitting in the choir in church(now THAT is embarrassing) & etc etc yada yada I just can’t recall all of the perfect rules of etiquette ! But I do think I’m serious so much of my life that at this phase; I am not trying really hard to stop my laughter or my spontaneity..>

Truth be told I’m LOLing a ton more at this point in my life than EVER before..Real talk for real..More than likely because for the first time in my adult  life I’ve … a. Got no one but my own fanny to take care of; which btw was a major adjustment. I’ve been a parent as long as I’ve been an adult..if nothing else comes naturally to me it IS to nuture..I was like a fish out of water when my 1st son left years & years ago headed to college. And when the last one left to head to college couple years ago? For a minute I didn’t know how what to do next..I was like wtheck do I do now? Happens when one is always used to tending to others they its time for Mama to tend to Mama. At long last…  b. NO longer fear the boogie-man(seen him first hand and survived!) No longer fear being without, doing without, or being single..been there, done that, lived through it, and took tons of mental notes…lessons earned & learned  c. Now with God holding the reins, my parents on each side of me emotionally, my sons loving me to the fullest, a host of loved ones & extended family of friends…whether I’m  up or down I’m never alone. So with all of that who wouldn’t smile & laugh & laugh..koolaid smiles so wide my cheeks hurt! Bring it ON 50 cause I am ready..>

On most days I forget I’m knocking on 50…Until! I hear folks older than me say things like…Oh wow, 50 is THE age when your body starts falling apart little by little..*slapping forehead* and OMG…I’m trying with all my might to fight gravity and slap mother nature in the face for a little while longer..Its like a juggling act for sure; but so far everything is STILL where its supposed to be..Thank You God for blessing me with good genes; so good that I can still rock my jeans.

I think all things considered I’m going to keep forgetting I’m half a century old..Don’t want to lose my spunky lust for life that often times has me giggling like a little girl. I’ve earned those giggles! Don’t want to lose following through the urge to STOP and smell the flowers..daily. I appreciate all parts of nature…plants breed new life and re-growth. Don’t want to lose the pep in my step or the urge to sing out loud often times..Had to catch myself singing in the hall at work the other day(before someone heard me , lol ) But life really is that good; the song in my heart is singing loud all day loud..every once in a while its bound to slip out. And if I invited you to my 50th bday party in July? You’ll see just how a 50 yr old can still put the P in party…cause I’m going to dance & dance & dance & dance & dance..I don’t care if every bone & muscle in my body aches the next day..better not, lol! Going to party like its 1999!!!!!! Don’t remember that Prince song? Better ask somebody! And  make sure they’re 50 & UP.. Older really is better and wiser>

Any other 50 somethings or older have a story to share about being better?