Getting Older ROCKS.

I know I have gotten older, when

I get diagnosed with having Chronic Urticaria. Urticaria is a BIG Scary Medical Word for Hives.

The Police Officer who stopped me this week was definitely younger than me.

I am referred to as Miss BlueEyes. (When did I become a Miss? My name is simply BLUEEYES!)

I refer to people in there 20's as kids.

I get out of bed and hear my ankles, knees, and feet snap, crackle, and pop all at the same time.

the pain of being on my feet all day keeps me up at night even after I take PM medicine.

the nurse at the Doctor's Office who takes my blood is only 24.

spending more than 2 to 3 hours in a pool is considered work, not play.

I realized that my Cat is actual almost 18....He adopted me when he was a little over two.

I cried knowing the Cat has been my longest relationship (other than family).

I wear high healed shoes.

exercising use to be fun, now it's pure torture.

visiting home would be all about friends and a little family time, now it's completely opposite.

one of my dearest friends called two weeks ago to inform me his father died. (Our Parents are invincible, right?)

drinking coffee at 4pm is a great treat.

I forgot my Mom's birthday about 3 years ago. (I am still feeling the Motherly affects on this one!)

the bills are due and I actually have to pay them myself.

waiting to go to the bathroom could result in a huge accident.

my feet hurt when I finally stand up after sitting down for long periods of time.

the guilt of not going to church lingers for a few days.

my relationship with Christ has grown with each passing day.

it's been 15 years since I graduated high school.

searching for Christmas presents at my Parent's home was a huge treat (oh wait, I still search for presents!).

after I typing a long blog, I have to go look at the title of the blog to remember what the post was really about.