Monthly Archives: November, 2011
A Little Lesson in Humility
As I moved up the ladder at my big corporate job… …oh, that reminds me of an old admonition: “As you climb the ladder of success Don’t let the boys look up your dress.” Let me start again: As I moved up the ladder at my big corporate job, I got to partake in some …
Mentionables
I figure I can squeeze one more post out of my nephew’s wedding. And “squeeze” is definitely the right word – my subject is Shapewear. Shapewear used to be called girdles. I am old enough to remember girdles. When I was fourteen, they were the only way to keep my stockings up. They didn’t have …
Not Quite Patient
Patience is a wonderful thing. So is impatience. I am willing to wait a long time for what I really want. I didn’t marry until I was forty. And as I approach my twentieth anniversary, I know it was definitely worth the wait. So why do I endorse impatience too? Because when you impatiently fill …
How To Embarrass A Teenager
I don’t have kids of my own, and perhaps it takes a hell of a lot more these days to make a kid blush, but here’s the most cringe-worthy event of my teenage life (apologies to my sweet – and very manly – little brother): I must have been about sixteen. I was on …
Bad Hair Years
I had a bad hair day yesterday. I went to my nephew’s wedding. And no, I didn’t wear the fringed slip. But I did wear a low cut, tight black dress, and danced “Shout” with abandon. But my hair — not so hot. My bangs, which often torment me with a life of their own, …
Not Quite Instant Karma
When I was eleven, I stole an idea. It was 1962, and I was hospitalized briefly for a minor problem. Not being really sick, I was very happy to be in the hospital, where I could get all kinds of attention and sympathy. I was enjoying myself tremendously. The girl in the next bed had …
Power Hungry
My home has now been without electric power for five days. We have some power, as we have a good size generator, so we are been better off than some folk. The generator powers the heat, hot water, refrigerator, and a few lights – and what is most important – the well. Not being able …
It’s My Own Stupid Fault
I complained with vigor two weeks ago that men can’t find anything. (“Where’s My Hat?” Asked Waldo) Almost everyone agreed that it’s true. Men have no “looking” skills. But now I must confess – that at least in my case – it’s my own fault. I have created my own unseeing monster. I married when …
TV Highbrows
My mother always told me never to make fun of someone’s appearance. However, I feel that if they are celebrities, they are fair game. Don’t you agree? After all, they are putting their faces out there for us to look at. It’s only normal if I feel a comment coming on. So, in celebration of …
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