It's my birthday, bitches!

I turned 45 years young this month.  It’s crazy!  I remember being in my 20’s and thinking that 35 was old, let alone 45. Funny how your perspective changes over the years... Honestly, I don’t feel older (other than my fucking knees); I just feel wiser, which is a good thing!

I started thinking about how much things have changed over the past 10 years and how I’ve changed, which leads me to my inspiration for this post (insert game show sounds): Spiffy 35 vs. Spiffy 45 – Who Would You Do??  OK, not really. We all know you’d do both of me, but let’s take a moment to compare my life 10 years ago to my life now.

Year, 2005: Spiffy had been happily married since December, 2004. With marriage came a few extra “happy” pounds,” but thankfully her husband didn’t mind. She was working at a job that she didn’t love, but she didn’t hate either. She had a nice house and great friends and family.

For most of the year, Spiffy was happy. She and her husband decided to do what most couples do- start a family. Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans.  These losses (yes … there was more than one) weighed very heavily on Spiffy and she turned bitter and got very, very sad. She turned into a person she is very ashamed of and became self-destructive. Like most things, she was pretty good at destroying relationships too, and effectively destroyed her marriage by mid-2006.

So yeah … married life treated me well. If I’m being honest and not “Spiffy surly,” I enjoyed being married and my ex was is a great guy. Unfortunately, we didn’t weather the Spiffy Storm. He’s much happier now with a new wife and a family, so it all ended as it should, I suppose.

Fast forward 10 years to 2015. While Spiffy has had her share of first dates and a few male lovers (slut), there have unfortunately been no long-term relationships in Spiffy’s life. She has definitely loved and lost, so I guess you could say not much has changed over the past 10 years … damn.

But seriously, I’m much more accepting of who I am and I no longer believe that I’m meant to breed. I own my own home; I have a great job and an awesome fur baby. All that’s missing is that ONE man who will love me as much as I love him. Sounds easier than it is, unfortunately … that’s OK. I’m persistent!

Never to end on a down note, while I’ve got a little more flab on my belly and bum, I would like to point out that my boobs are just as awesome at 45 as they were at 35. BOOM!