We've all heard or read the quote, "Live this day as if it's your last." None of us know exactly where or when we first heard or read it. Nor do we know who originated it. I figure it was created by some self-appointed sage who now creates memes for Facebook with the constant goal … Continue reading That Last Day
I change my outfit three times. I'm not sure what to wear. Something slimming always because she is not one who held respect for women she calls "big girls." I don't know why I still worry about her opinion but I do. She once called my sister fat while fitting her wedding dress. I put … Continue reading Insecurities
And no he did not finally leave me. He has gone fishing with son number one, and I get three days to myself. He gets a river and a cabin, fish and mosquitoes. I get the whole bed, to not feel the need to plan meals, to eat when I feel like it and do … Continue reading My Husband is Gone Away. YAY!
I spent most of my life envying men. Whether it was my brothers, their friends, the men I worked with over the years, or my own husband and son. I envied their physical strength because, for many years, this wimp couldn't lift or move hardly anything. I envied the sense of entitlement that they didn't … Continue reading One Big Reason To Not Envy Men
It's funny how our interests change as we move through life. Some things we loved to do when we were younger no longer inspire us. For me that thing is sewing. I will do almost anything to avoid sewing. I used to sew every free moment I had. I dropped out of Home Economics and … Continue reading Winter Coats To Giant Elephants
When she is dormant, life is calmer. There is less dropping of things and breaking of things and running into things. Multitasking, always a challenge, is much easier. Instructions and processes get carried out correctly or almost correctly. But when that bitchy ditz makes an appearance, things can get crazy and my lack of focus … Continue reading When The Ditz Rears Her Unfocused Head
Travel is on my mind today. It is a day that freezing rain is in the forecast. A day that I am shut away in my office with two doors between me and the lower level. And a day that The Doc sits sans hearing aids to avoid all the noise. Since yesterday afternoon there … Continue reading Vicarious Travel
Both seasoned introverts, The Doc and I are drifting apart and spending more and more time in our individual messy adult playrooms, rooms that I have written about in a recent blog. We drift back together for some meals and to watch baseball games, only sharing minimal and stinted conversations. This is not a new … Continue reading Self-Prescribed Togetherness
Ok people don't go there. I am not referring to adult playrooms of the Fifty-Shades-of-Grey variety. If you follow my blog, you know that I am lacking a sex drive. I am referring to a room where an adult gets to leave his or her stuff laying around. Where they can make messes, work on … Continue reading Messy Adult Playrooms
Why? Because I am going to talk about sex. Specifically, I am going to talk about sex drive–or the lack of one. JT, if you don't want to read your mother's discussion on sex, exit now! I have never heard a discussion regarding female sex drives. Now days I can go online and get scores … Continue reading This May Make You Uncomfortable
Obsessing about aging has become a national pastime and not just for those who are middle aged. Twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings are just as obsessed as fifty-somethings. And all this hype can be traced back to marketing. The “Does she…or doesn’t she?” hair campaign in the sixties was written by Shirley Polykoff and targeted women suggesting … Continue reading Refusing To Obsess About Aging
Yes I said call me… as opposed to text me. Because if you really want to find out what is going on in my life, don’t rely on my dyslexic thumbs to provide you with that info. It will not happen. I am a QWERTY person. I love a real standard keyboard. One where I … Continue reading Don’t Be Afraid To Just Call Me
It’s a grey day, and as I drink my tea while watching the gold finches and chickadees flit to and from the bird feeder, I know I have no reason to feel the way I do. But the feeling is there, and I have struggled with it all week. The heavy, sad, bottom-of-the-well feeling that … Continue reading Trying To Pull Up My Socks
You may be a cartoon character if... ...You have been known to goofily send objects, often stemware, flying across the room with an over animated swish of your hand. ...You watch TV with Cruella de Vil hair while twisting and yanking your chin hairs and looking like an evil mastermind. ...You have two exclamation marks engraved between … Continue reading You May Be A Cartoon Character If…
There have been many hobbies in my life over the years. Several new ones since retirement. Several old ones dropped when they were no longer enjoyable. Like sewing, something I had done since I was a teenager, but something that had begun to feel like a chore. God I hate sewing. And then there is … Continue reading Hoping To Learn A New Trick
Still Bitchy After 60 Blog 