Hello!

Hello!

Let me introduce myself: my name is Yana, I reside in sunny ( too sunny for my taste) CA, a proud ( more like stressed) mother of 2 most beautiful kids ( absolutely objective, you may ask all those people of all age groups, who'd stop in the middle of the street/mall/park to admire those sweet faces), Max of 4 years old & 6 months old Renee.

In my past life, my husband & I were somewhat of a power couple: he used to be an actor ( awards enclosed, including Film Academy award for the best newcoming actor, equivalent of the American Oscar) & I used to be a fashion designer....Sounds glamorous, right? Wrong! & then we came to USA...Immigration No. 2 ( before that we emmigrated once being almost teenagers from the former Soviet Union).

I spent the next couple of years still as a fashion designer, being glamorously humiliated, insulted & cheated by my senior designers/company owners...My husband turned into a salesman, as it turned out the top salesman in his company,  with occasional & extremely rare acting projects. & then it was time to have kids.

So, now I'm a housewife, still hopelessly awaiting the extension of the Bravo TV project to "Desperate Housewifes of Tarzana" & my husband is now an insurance agent ( if anyone's interested, let me know: he'll work hard to get yu the best quote).

This year I turned...35, here I wrote it & shivered as I typed the number. I usually maintain my 25 limit of my age( varies from 18 & up to 25 & yes, i use moisturizes, but no surgeries invlolved)  - it's my age, i update it whenever i want, trying to keep in mind the correct year of birth as each year turns:)) ( Oh, & that's with my math talents...) So, I guess it was this year when I realized what a mid life crisis is...Before that I assumed that would be a diagnosis of a middle aged man in high end designer tailored suit, baseball cap & a luxury convertable accompanied by a hot young....companion of either gender.....

No, mid life crisis is when you're afraid that you'll have nothing to say or better steer away of a career day at your kid's school. 

Mid life crisis is when all of your "future" plans never came true & now you're too old to start a career or to be hired at anything more upscale then a secretary, sorry, I forgot to mention that the last 2 years of my employment were spent in the windowless office of poorly functioning  law office. Getting paid became a treat & an unusual surprise...

Mid life crisis is when your body is still well, but a mini skirt is inappropriate.

Mid life crisis is when you're now referred to as "aunt".

I can keep counting the symptoms, but I'm afraid of the migrain that'll devide & wrinkle my forehead - afterall, I wouldn't want to waste all this money spent on the wrinkle filler, which seems to work better on Sarah Jessica Parker, on the other hand - what doesn't work better on SJP? (Sigh....)

I hope to sound more cheerful at the next post. Maybe a gossip next time:) ( or maybe always:)