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Da Woman

So I recently had this conversation with my sons recently:

Me to Son 1: Who is the most import woman in you life?

Son 1: You Mom! Of course you!

Me: Good answer

Me to Son 2: Who is the most important woman in your life?

Son 2: Ummm... Hillary Clinton!!!!

Me: Are you kidding me? You can't be serious!

Son 2: Yeah I was kidding.

Me: So who is the MOSTEST important woman in your life?

Son 2: Nancy Pelosi. Definitely Nancy Pelosi.

Le sigh!

So who is the most important woman in your life? For me it would definitely be Madonna my Mom.

Guilty!

I feel so so guilty! I've been so so bad!

Life has been very hectic for me lately. And I've completely ignored my blog and my bloggy friends. There are countless emails that I simply haven't had time to respond to. There are packages sitting in my car waiting to be shipped except I have no control over my time.

These are the things I truly want to. But instead I end up doing things that I have to and sometimes make no sense at all.

I've always said in past that I am one of the lucky ones who loves her job. Sometimes I cannot believe they would pay me to do this. But things have changed...

I won't bore you with the details. But I come home late and am simply mentally exhausted.

So please forgive me my bloggy friends! I do love you all and intend to catch up.

Meanwhile today, I am going to make a list of things that make me feel guilty. And start crossing them off my list. Just thinking about it makes me smile. Because these are the things I really want to do:)

And oh BTW, this morning, I am going with my friend Alex to a Bollywood workout session. That will certainly help me perk up.

What are your weekend plans?

Holy moly!

Germany!!!


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Creepy..

When you embrace photography, you start looking at things differently. And then you talk to fellow photographers who are interested in different things. I personally like beach shots and flower shots. But my friend Carol likes to take all kinds of different but fabulous photos.

When I first went on a trip armed with my new camera, she told me, "Make sure you take photos of mannequins." And so I did. Never before I cared for mannequins. But now? I look and take photos. They are fascinating! They have such a personality. And they tell a story.

Like this headless, armless, legless lady wearing a gorgeous red dress. Waiting for someone? Standing by a red door with blue steps. And yet the sign says closed.

Strange and creepy.

Bloom

Happy Friday and Happy July!

I love the month of July. So many birthdays! Including mine. Yeah!

Unlike most normal folks, I refuse to increment my age every time the earth revolves around the sun. Who made that rule? Why must I add an year to my age simply because mother earth completed a spin around the sun? I just don't get it. Surely a man made that rule and no women were consulted.

I refuse to comply! I rebel!

But in my rebellion, I can't decide what age I should be. 

In my 20s? Nah... I was too insecure and had no clue about life. I was too busy raising two cute little sons.

30s? I was too busy pursuing things that did not really matter. And too busy doing things that truly mattered. In any case, I was simply too busy!

40-45: This is the time when a woman really gets super comfortable in her skin. She knows what she wants and knows how to get it. Ironically pre-menopause also hits her. Here is what menopause is all about as I know it. Testosterone and estrogen are fighting a wicked battle in her body. Creating quite a havoc. Her BS detector is on high alert and she won't accept any BS. She is too busy dealing with the bloating and the non-stop periods.... Nah I think I will pass that.

45-50: So this is the actual area I am in. Fast approaching my 50s like a comet hitting mother earth with a vengeance and knowing that it will die in the process. Full blown Men-Oh-Pause!

But I still think of myself as blooming. I feel that I have just started blossoming. I am just starting to truly embrace the gift that life is. I am truly happy I am where I am.

Le sigh!

So what do you say? What age would you pick for yourself? And do you think that the age really matters or is it all in the mind? Do tell!

PS: Bonus points for answering this question: Describe in 5000 words how the magazine Cosmo has influenced your life.