And so it's come to this.

So, I went to Mecca today. (For me Mecca is Nordstrom.)
I went there for the sole purpose of purchasing post surgery foundation garments.
So after getting said garments, I thought why don't I just nip over to Point of View and see if they have anything I cant live without. Basically I was looking for 1 thing. My favorite brand of casual T shirt SLEDGE.
For those of you not in the know.....Nordstrom has their clothes in departments based on age. (whether they choose to admit it or not. Really go there, and look for your self) Point of View is mainly for the 30 to 40 something trendy-ish suburbanite. So I'm meandering around looking, and since I am not able to find what I am looking for and I am NOT A MAN, I ask the nice perky sales lady. ME "I don't see any of your sledge shirts....is Nordstrom no longer carrying them?" Miss Perky "Well, we do carry them, but they are no longer in this department." "oh" I say "are they down stairs?" Miss P "oh no......they are over there." As she casually points to the Narrative department.
My heart sank, and I got a knot in my stomach......She couldn't possibly have said Narrative. But she had.
So, with my head down and a lot less spirit, I sucked it up and went over, crossing the invisible line between youth and not so youthful.
Here is where the temperature dropped about 20 degrees. Maybe they could smell my fear, or it was the loathing that I had for having to shop the more mature section I don't know BUT....
Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched? The kind of watched where the room falls silent when you walk in and EVERYONE is staring at you? Almost like you are a box of chocolates and you have just been dropped into a weight watchers meeting for post menopausal 50 to 60 ish women? I kid you not. I have NEVER felt more uncomfortable in my life. I did NOT feel like I belonged there. No perky sales ladies came over to see if I was finding what I needed, because what I needed was to not be in that department. I clearly wasn't welcome on "their turf" and although I wasn't asked to leave and go back to my people and quit breaking away from the herd, it is the impression that I got.
So no purchase made, I left feeling the cold slap of rejection I have rejoined my people. The people who accept me for being young and don't eye me because of it.
I guess I will just have to wait for Sledge to hit Nordstrom Rack where young and old can shop in peace harmony and bliss. A fashion preserve for young and old shoppers if you will........

Bucket List....To be added to and changed as I grow and change

As of 4/11/10 these are the things I want to do before the bucket is kicked.

I want to meet the President of the United States
I want to see marriage legal for EVERYONE
I want to meet Kasey Kahne, Richard Petty, Darrel Waltrip and Michael Waltrip
I want to volunteer for a week at the victory junction camp
I want to do the Kyle Petty Ride (for the victory junction camp)
I want to watch a session of congress LIVE
I want to walk each and every step of the Eiffel Tower.
I want to tour Ireland with Kate when I turn 40
I want to do the Richard Petty driving experience as a driver and a rider
I want to see the sun set in Greece
I want to work with horses
I want to just skate with a Roller derby team. (not compete, just skate for fun with them)
I want to help a mare give birth
I want to hike from Gold Beach to Paradise lodge
I want to do a zip line a very high and long one
I want my picture taken next to the "thinker" in the thinker position
I want to see the Andes mountains
I want to see Aztec, Incan, and Mayan ruins
I want to swim with dolphins and touch them
I want to learn to can my own food
I want to learn to knit
I want to see the forbidden city
I want to go to all the places my dad saw when he was in Vietnam
I want to make my own cheese and wine
I want to spend 2 weeks in Washington DC learning about MY country
I want to honor my Jewish friend and visit a concentration camp and leave a memento in her name.
I want to ride with the gaucho's in Argentina
I want the courage to touch a cobra
I want to see my children marry who they choose to marry
I want to see my children go to college
I want to go to New York City and see as many plays/musicals in 5 days
I want to stand as close as I can to Haleakala
I want to build houses with habitat for humanity
I want to go to Morocco
I want to visit Egypt
I want to touch a tiger
I want to sleep in a hut over the Caribbean sea
I want to eat at mid evil times restaurant
I want to interview Dean Koontz and Stephen Hawking
I want to talk with Rachel Maddow
I want to dance with Nathan Fillion
Id like a walk on role in Dr. Horrible 2
I want to sing a duet with Sarah Brightman
I want to see a cure for Cancer, Parkinson's and Aids
I want to drive a Ferrari
I would like to be financially able to assist the family of an injured soldier
I want to see outer space from a really big fancy telescope at a NASA facility
I want to see the space shuttle take off in person
I want to throw tea into Boston harbor
I want to eat at a chef's table in a fancy kitchen
I want my hair cut an colored by a famous stylist
I want to walk a red carpet for a movie premier
I want to fly a helicopter
I want to complete college
I want to work as a groom at a horse facility
I want to wear a wedding dress and have the wedding I never had

Well this is just a jumping off point.

To my stalker.

Sorry to disappoint. This is not a "real" blog update. Everyone but the person stalking my facebook can come back next week for a nice post titled 50 reasons why sing along blogs are wonderful.

Now, for you my stalker. Leave me alone. Stop. Go away. Move on.
You lie. You manipulate the truth. You act the part of the victim. BooHoo
So heres one for you. Those who can, do. Those who can't whine to their husbands and have them fight their battles.

A bit of advice, when you apologize to someone it is best NOT to admit you feel superior to them. It tends to piss one off.