Going Rogue! How To Not Give A Fuck About Turning 37

How I Celebrated My 37th Year

Turning 37. I just celebrated my 37th birthday with the list of shit I don't give a fuck about. I'm going rogue!

I turned thirty-seven last month.  On the couch with my flu-ridden family all laying around, I silently celebrated.  Not with cake, or a fancy dinner, but with lists.  The first list I’m calling: 

SHIT I DON’T CARE ABOUT BECAUSE I AM TURNING 37

your bumper stickers

panty lines (yours or mine)

your ideas about when spandex is appropriate

your diet

what you think about my diet

the way your kids look

my kids looking the way you want

when my car THINKS I need gas

how many miles you ran

how many miles I didn’t run

your kid’s fundraiser

my kid’s fundraiser

how clean your house is

how much I’m not mopping my floors

if you recycle

where you vacation

what you smoke 

who you vote for

where your kids go to school

how much your taxes are 

and Kanye West

And because I also care about new things:

SHIT I CARE ABOUT BECAUSE I AM NOW 37

what I think of myself

cat videos

Turning 37. I just celebrated my 37th birthday with the list of shit I don't give a fuck about. I'm going rogue!

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Stephanie is mom of three and currently residing 30.4 miles away from her BFF, Nicole (also mom of three). Barely surviving on phone calls, texts, and infrequent hangs- they didn’t meet on craigslist, but could possibly have known each other in a previous life. Kindred spirits. Mom-friends. World travelers. (okay it was Epcot in February)

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