Gratituesday-Zits, freckles and blackheads

Today is my second Gratituesday post and while considering the numerous things I am thankful for, something happened this morning that helped me decide exactly what it is that I need to give thanks for today.

I woke up with a zit on the end of my nose.

That’s right. I started the week with a bright, red bump on the end of my nose. I looked in the mirror and while I was debating about what to do I realized that I needed to go get my glasses to make sure it was a zit. You see I have been known to squeeze freckles, thinking they were zits.

Ask anyone over 40 and unless they have been dipped in the fountain of youth more times than me, they will tell you that one of the least fun aspects of aging is the physical aspect. It’s absolutely no fun and really irritating NOT to be able to see. So when you find yourself peering in the mirror and squeezing a zit that refuses to pop, you might want to go get your glasses and make sure it’s the real thing.

After I decided that I was going to give thanks for the gift of sight (and it is a gift) I decided I needed to photograph my nose or you wouldn’t believe that this is for real. After all, it sounds too stupid to be real doesn’t it? So I got my trusty camera, went in the bathroom, looked in the mirror and tried to make a picture of my nose. Now I know I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed but I felt doubly foolish when I realized that I needed to turn the camera around. I could not look in the mirror and make a picture of my nose because all I could see was some dumb nana making a picture of herself in a mirror. I turned the camera around, tried to focus on my nose, snapped a couple of pictures and went to download them in my computer. (Thank goodness my husband had already left for work and didn’t see this).

My first photo session didn’t turn out too well. Obviously I had the camera too close to my nose. So I backed it up and tried again. Better, but by doing this you lose some of the red color of the honker on my honker.

I finally settled on one photo that sort of showed the zit and didn’t resemble Freddy Kruger having a bad hair day. But wait, I looked at the picture more closely, the zit wasn’t red it was black! It looked like a humongous blackhead! I put my glasses on and peered at the computer screen more closely.

It wasn’t a blackhead. It was a black speck on the computer screen. I scraped the little bugger off with my finger nail and low and behold the spot on my nose was red again.

By the way, while I was doing this self inflicted torture of photographing myself first thing in the morning before I’ve even had coffee, I got a text message. I heard the little chirp on my phone and went to see who in the world was texting me at six thirty in the morning.

The text said, “Hope you have a great day!”

Well, I thought, that’s nice, but who is this? So I texted back. “Who is this?”

A few seconds later I got another chirp. “Craig.”

Craig is my Cousin Sarah’s husband. He’s a dairy farmer who prefers talking to cows rather than people. He’s quiet as a mouse and next to my deceased grandmother probably the least likely person in the world to ever send a text messages. I’ve never even talked to him on the cell phone, but it didn’t take this genius long to figure out what had happened because I’ve done the same thing.

You type in your message. Scroll down your caller identification list and hit send. Only you can’t see the dad-blasted names because they are so little so you send the message to the wrong person.

I mean, get real. Who can see those numbers without their glasses!

I once chewed out one of my boys via cell phone and sent the message to one of their friends by accident. He texted them the following warning.”Yo, don’t go home until your mom takes a chill pill. You’ve really ticked her off.”

Another time I sent a decorator friend a text meant for a son that wanted a loan for a substantial amount of money for something I didn’t approve of. The message was something like “No green. No way, no how, not in this lifetime.” Which wasn’t that bad,but it confused the daylights out of the decorator. “Teresa, sweetie, if you don’t like the chartreuse color I picked out you could have just told me when we talked last week,” he texted back.

Anyway….Today is Gratituesday and I am thankful that I can see the nose on my face, even if I can’t tell if the spot on it is a zit or a freckle.