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Have you looked at a picture of yourself from say 1 or 2 years ago - and wondered "What the heck happened?" Is this the stage of life when it all goes to heck in a hand basket. I am not a believer in plastic surgery - as so many country songs say - the lines make you who you are today...but gosh; those lines are quite shocking! I can attribute a lot of the wear and tear on all the stinking medicine I take and the medical issues the last two years have brought upon me - but holy Oil of Olay what is up with me? I don't regularly look at photographs of myself. I am not photogenic. Some people are. Mommie was photogenic. Liz is photogenic - me, not so much. In my life I have seen perhaps three pictures of myself in which I thought; "Hey, I am not so ugly." Of course two of those pictures were taken when I was under the age of five. So I have seen one adult picture of myself when I looked good. That was nearly twenty years ago. Aging gracefully is easier for men than it is for women. Richard Gere is one good looking gentleman. He wasn't so hot when he was younger. John Travolta, forget about it, the dude is a stud! Women who have aged gracefully - without plastic surgery - ????.There was show on Discovery Health the other night. Em and and I were watching it. These women with a lot of money had a lot of work done on their face, butts, and boobs - then as time went by they paid a lot of money to have the work reversed. I admit if I had some money to burn I might get a skin peel - take a layer of years off my face. That just money wasted though, really, when you think about it - take my cousin June - she looks the same as she did when we were in our 20's. As a matter of fact a lot of my friends who stayed in the frigid north look the same - do you think the cold weather retards the aging process. Their faces are frozen in time? I though weathering was suppose to make it worse. The sun - that is the culprit - as kids we played in the sun without any thought of sunscreen. Played softball every weekend for years - wore a hat - so actually around my eyes I'm OK, but the rest of my face is just a dried up prune. I was never vain, I reckon because I was never beautiful. What's to be vain about when you don't look so good to begin with. And I am not plugging for votes of reassurance here - God blessed me in many ways, he provided me with many gifts; truth is I look like my father who looked like his mother, and so I look like my grandmother - and she was one special person - so that's cool with me. Sometimes it does shock me when I look at those pictures though - and I wonder when did my body bely my spirit. I still have the spirit of a young gal. Edging 30 not 50 - and God be willing I will edge 60 and 70 - If I don't, if that is not what God has planned for me - well, that is OK too - I want to donate my organs then be cremated. Won't have some poor mortician trying to "fix" this face. And I don't want anyone standing over my dead body saying how wonderful I look. Always found that odd - standing over a casket and someone will remark; "Oh, she looks wonderful." Hello lady - she is dead - probably not so wonderful. Of course I believe in heaven and reuniting with so many people - so I am not afraid to get there - the journey is a bit of a scare but the destination; at least I believe is a beautiful place where so many wait to embrace me. In the meantime, well, this is the way my face and body are going to go - so be it - I suppose I could spend a lot of money on products - or try to take better care of the outer me - reckon I'll spend the time working on the inner me - so when it is time - I will have that place at the Lord's table I have spent my life preparing for. Just in case I haven't fit the bill - could you all say a prayer for me - I know I am not perfect, but I sure want to hug Mommie and Little Gram again! Thanks.