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Midlife Crisis

I saw my friend, Colleen, on Friday.  I used to run into her when I went to the rec. center.  I stopped going a long time ago and asked her if she's still going. 


"I haven't gone since I broke my collarbone."


Okay, I'll bite. "How did you break your collarbone?"


"I crashed my motorcycle when I went over a jump."


"You do know you're 50 years old, right?"


"Yeah. My midlife crisis make me do fun things. Want to see what I did for my 40th birthday?" She angled her leg so I could see her the tattoo on her ankle.  A four inch image of Winnie the Pooh. "Aren't you due for a midlife crisis? What are you going to do?"


I've been wondering that one for awhile and told her so.  I can't get a tattoo because my kids will automatically either judge me or  view it as permission to get their own. The same goes with any extreme sport. I don't care about cars so I won't get a sports car. An affair is out. My choices are quite limited. "I guess I'll have to go someplace tropical and consume my first alcoholic drink," I finally concluded.


"Hawaii and your first Mai Thai?" she asked. The way she said it sounded so cheap. Can I help that I had an innocent youth?


Any ideas? Just a warning - I hate Vegas so don't even bother with that one.

Comments

  1. Man, all the fun stuff is "out" ;) You could get a Henna tattoo?

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  2. How about a pedicure with glitter toes and a weekend at the motel all by yourself with a few good books and a mountain of mud pie? Take along a CD player an crank up Bon-Jovi.

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  3. Come out to LA and we'll think of something...

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  4. I think a tropical location would be good...but drink virgin drinks poolside (don't want to ruin your record).

    Read trashy romance novels and get massages and eat exotic food. Shop without regard for price...get it just because you think it's pretty.

    And no gift shopping for the kids.

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  5. You could travel to a distant part of the world to find yourself.

    I know the perfect African village.

    (They have awesome homemade brew here too--or so I've been told)

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  6. I like Joan's idea as it is doable. As for me, you just gave me a great idea! I need a midlife crisis! Thanks for all your help!

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  7. I have no good ideas to offer since I am needing a good midlife crisis myself. When you decide, let me know I might have to copycat since the tattoo, scuba, skydiving, alcohol and affair are all no-go's for me too.

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  8. Lisa,

    Is this where I order a virgin pina colada, you tip the server and order extra rum and I wake up with "Antonio" tattoo'ed across my butt?

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  9. I got nothing. I'm just too plain or boring or something because I'm just fine with things the way they are. Maybe my midlife crisis is running late? LOL

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  10. I'm moving to Hawaii for my midlife crisis. You're invited. They serve Mai Tais on the plane.

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  11. Write a book. A midlife crisis should be something selfish and you could spend a lot of time telling your kids you need to write and ignoring them. Plus I would totally buy it.

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  12. I'm coming to Hawaii with you. I made other choices in my youth so I've already had my first alcoholic drink.

    For my midlife crisis I graduated from grad school and got a career. Boring, huh?

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  13. I could dress up like "Antonio" if it would help. ;) I'd even fake an accent.

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  14. Skinny dip in the River Seine? Sip coladas at the top of the Eiffel Tower? Let's go international, babe!

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  15. You could try what I did...I just had another baby. How could that NOT keep you young?
    Sandy
    www.twelvemakesadozen.blogspot.com

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  16. Nooooooo! Do not listen to Mom of 12!!!! That is too permanent a solution! I think you should gather a few crazy women and go away for a weekend of acting drunk and silly, while still actually not getting into any trouble. Hmm. . . this sounds lame even to me, so do you think that means I'm not middle aged yet?

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  17. Thanks for the Blog, I was looking up "How to have a fun mid-life crisis" when I found it. I think that the fact that we know we need one, in & of itself is important and so is your blog. Don't let the decision process hold you back though, at least take some baby steps for yourself in the meantime that make you feel young and energized, like karaoke night with the girls or if you're really ambitious, go skydiving!

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  18. when i had my quarter life crisis I got a funky hair do. You could dye it a weird color or use temporary hair spray so when your kids judge you can say - it washes out! Or just get fake rub on tattoos but the same one in bulk so you can put it on everyday for a year. there are websites that sell 'em!

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