Another auld lang syne

Another year - it's a new start but also it means we all turn a year older, too. Oh gracious - that means I will break down even a little bit more than I did in 2011.

My kids have no sympathy for me when I tell them the same story more than once, more than twice even, but laugh at me. I haven't come to the point yet that I laugh back at myself but get downright angry with them for just not accepting my story again. But dang it, with four kids to tell my stories to, how am I supposed to remember who and who I did not tell them to? I sure hate that.

Unless I have things written down, I will forget them - my refrigerator has notes, my car has notes, my computer has notes. Someday it will come to the point that I need to write a note to look at a note to remember a date.

Keys. Where are those darn things? There has to be a way to locate them. Clap, clap. "Here I am, Lorri!" Sounds like a great invention but one that would create chaos if my keys were in my pocket while I was covering any kind of event that included applause.

I blame my snoring, which I am told I take part in every night, on growing older, too. I was never told that I snored in my earlier years, you know, those years before I had to pay someone to put stuff in my hair to make me look younger.

I absolutely hate being told that I snore, although maybe my husband is lying to me because I haven't been bothered by it myself. It seems so involuntary. I have tried the nose strip, which is supposed to regulate breathing and stop snoring, on more than one occasion but have woke up with it covering somewhere else on my face. Doesn't help my snoring but lifting it off has removed several stray hairs that have planted themselves randomly on my face - those ones that make me look a lot like the wicked witch of the West. (I have a broom at home, and I'll get you, my pretty!)

And then there is sneezing. Sneezing and getting older don't work together at all. I will someday blow my top off attempting to keep those sneezes in; a better alternative then the other - you know what I mean. Darn, why does that happen?

Oh well, I am not the only one dealing with these problems of getting older in the year 2012 - you are getting older, too. (I'm just saying...)

We might as well enjoy the year - we're here and that's a good thing.