tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485859946251316482011-11-27T17:44:25.355-08:00Anita Faux Realhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15741305695376348872noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448585994625131648.post-28896383217428713482008-08-28T07:14:00.000-07:002008-08-28T10:06:33.457-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FifiQWq_Flc/SLbD_0jyGPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g3ybscZtxsY/s1600-h/v14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FifiQWq_Flc/SLbD_0jyGPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g3ybscZtxsY/s200/v14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239590717700053234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Don't ever call yourself old. Your body and society will do that for you. I realized yesterday that I was starting to do some "old" things. Like bending over like an old lady, and groaning out loud when I got off the couch. Now don't get me wrong. It's not that I think I can turn back the hands of time I just believe in aging gracefully... and as slowly as possible! Turning 50 has changed my life and I guess I'm trying to adjust. Now I've been 20, 30, and 40 before (that's generally what you have to do before you reach 50) and I just have to say that it's just a matter of adjustment and I'll figure out a way to adjust to 50 (it's just going to have to take a little more work and unfortunately, 50 is when you start losing your energy). For you young ones though I have some advice. For you 20 somethings - quit thinking that your not good enough! That your too fat or too tall or you don't have good hair! You my dears have youth on your side and as long as you have youth you have God given beauty. For you 30 somethings. Your coming into your full beauty. Your face is starting to take shape and mold itself around your bone structure. Your starting to get small little laugh lines around your eyes and lips and cherish these lines because as you get older you'll wonder what it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">was</span> you use to laugh about. The 40's. Well that's when your in your panic mode and phrases like "Forty is the new twenties" start coming out of your mouth. That's right sister keep telling yourself that. But 40 really isn't as bad as you think and if you take good care of yourself i.e. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Demi</span> Moore, well you can still have it going on girl. Just don't get lazy. Now I know that there are a bunch of 50 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">olds</span> out there saying ... "I'm 50 something and I'm still smoking" (yeah well they better be Marlboro's or something stronger) and I'm sure I'll get there but for today I'm just going to try to keep from calling myself "OLD".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448585994625131648-2889638321742871348?l=anitafauxreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anita Faux Realhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15741305695376348872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448585994625131648.post-29923343708521392002008-08-07T18:34:00.000-07:002008-08-28T10:52:28.369-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FifiQWq_Flc/SJumIanIRJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/opfdscfojjk/s1600-h/dscn1819.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FifiQWq_Flc/SJumIanIRJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/opfdscfojjk/s320/dscn1819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231958055633568914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FifiQWq_Flc/SJunIpZSEpI/AAAAAAAAADw/x9vzZGWB0gc/s1600-h/dscn1823.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FifiQWq_Flc/SJunIpZSEpI/AAAAAAAAADw/x9vzZGWB0gc/s320/dscn1823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231959159113650834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FifiQWq_Flc/SJumhxJaVWI/AAAAAAAAADg/9le42Y3sRyo/s1600-h/dscn1821.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FifiQWq_Flc/SJumhxJaVWI/AAAAAAAAADg/9le42Y3sRyo/s320/dscn1821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231958491179668834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here's are some pictures of a mural I did in the school cafeteria at Merriman Park Elementary School in Dallas, Texas. Since the school had students as young as 6 and as old as 11, some of the characters are a little bit cartoonish while some are more realistic. (The little guy in the submarine is "Sparky" the school mascot just in case you were wondering what a panther was doing in the ocean. )<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448585994625131648-2992334370852139200?l=anitafauxreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anita Faux Realhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15741305695376348872noreply@blogger.com0