I was getting my hair done and talking nonstop with my good friend and hairdresser. All women understand the special relationship that exists between women and their longtime hairdressers, and this is one of the many great mysteries to men.
But I digress. We were discussing some of our pet peeves and she suggested I write about some of mine.
On the top of my list of late is women in their 40s or 50s who dress like teenage girls. If you are a woman in this age range, I have a big revelation for you: You are in your 40s or 50s.
I am too, so I can empathize with the various downsides of this fact. It doesn’t matter. The clock and the calendar are not going to go backward.
Yes, you can use all of the wrinkle cream you want … and believe me, I do. Still, dressing like a 16-year-old is not going to change your age.
It’s fine to be stylish, but just be careful. Don’t be afraid to ask for help.
When I need an outfit for a special occasion, I go into my favorite store and unapologetically say “dress me” to the stylish ladies who work there.
Here are more of my pet peeves:
• When the dental hygienist asks a lot of questions.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my hygenist. But it is awkward when she asks me a barrage of questions and I am supposed to answer her while her hands are in my mouth.
• When adults don’t know anything about what is going on in the world, including in their own community.
Yes, I know I’m a “newsaholic” and that is probably not the healthiest of things, but these same ignorant people are going to vote. Gulp. When I mentioned this at dinner, my teenage daughter said “word,” proving even children understand how scary this is.
• When doctors are seriously overweight.
A few pounds over is fine, I am certainly in that camp. But when your health care professional doesn’t set a good example for you to follow, how can we really be expected to listen to their advice or suggestions?
• Bad drivers and tailgaters.
As a rule I am against more government regulation. However, sometimes I think there are so many bad drivers out there that most people need to retake their driving test. People don’t seem to know the rules, or if they do, they disregard them.
And tailgaters drive me crazy. Do they really think by tailgating I’m going to speed up? I don’t think so.
When I was writing this column in my head, I also thought of things that warm my heart. Here are a few things that came to mind:
• Little old men in overalls.
There is something so adorable when I see a man in his 70s or 80s in overalls. Especially when there are two of them talking to one another. I am so glad I live in a county where this is still not an unusual sight, although you probably won’t see this on the south end.
• Elderly couples you can just tell have been married 50 years or more. Especially when they are holding hands or helping each other in or out of the car.
My eyes well up with tears and I get a lump in my throat. I pray that one day Paul and I will be like that. The couples I see seem so patient with each other.
I cannot see Paul being patient with me if I couldn’t walk fast or needed one of those little drive around carts, but who knows? While patience is not at the top of his attribute list, maybe after you are married 50 years you experience a metamorphosis in that department.
• I love seeing fathers with their infants, especially at the home improvement stores.
I remember when our oldest was just 2 weeks old and Paul took him to run errands and get some things for our home. So sweet to see those young dads with their babies.
• Babies and toddlers in general, even when they are crying.
As a mother of four children, it’s probably obvious how much I love children. Paul says it is impossible for me to walk by a baby or toddler without telling the mother how cute the child is, or without talking to the child until it smiles or laughs.
I am good at this and always tell the mother I have four children and love them so she won’t think I am a creeper. I especially love chubby babies.
• One final thing: It truly warms my heart when I hear from my readers. Please always feel free to send me an e-mail as I love corresponding with all of you.
Adlen Robinson is author of “Home Matters: The Guide to Organizing Your Life and Home.” E-mail her at firstname.lastname@example.org.