Category Archives: Aging
Row Row Row Your Boat
This Sunday, my husband and I took advantage of the nice weather to take our little rubber boat out to the local lake to paddle around. I never know exactly how much makeup to wear on occasions like this. Certainly I need a little blush over my sunscreen. And a touch of lipgloss. But then …
Yo-Ho-Ho
This week my husband and I took our annual micro-vacation. Neither of us likes to be away from home too long – for me, because I can’t bear to be without all my clothes and makeup and hair products, and for him, because he is afraid the pets will pine for him. Sure enough, I …
The Athlete In Me
A while back, I had a discussion with some friends about Rich People. And yes, you need to capitalize Rich People because they are Special. Anyway, we were discussing the difference between Rich People and not-rich-people. Not the difference between Rich and poor – that’s obvious. But in these times when the average person has …
On The Job Training
I was commenting about work on a friend’s blog, when it occurred to me that I have been working for forty years. (And it would have been even longer except that I stretched out college for absolutely as long as my parents could stand.) Well, forty years of work life has provided me with some …
Man-Words
Over my 63 years, men have said some memorable things to me. So I present to you my Man-Word Awards! Best Pick-Up Line: I go all the way back to 1969 for this one, I was hanging around at the end of my summer job shift with some other teenagers, and I was wearing my …
Bodies
I had a beach day yesterday. I love the beach, but my joy of the beach has always been mingled with overwhelming worry. Worry about my body. I’ve written many times about my self-consciousness on the beach. When I was a teenager, I worried about how skinny I was. I cannot think now of anything …
Conceit
This weekend I attended a party where I did not know anyone other than my husband and the hosts. This is not my kind of party. I am self-conscious and uncharacteristically shy around strangers. People have told me that my shyness often comes off as conceit. It’s because…well …because… honestly… Because I AM conceited. And …
Ice Cream Memories
My husband had to go pick up a part for his show car tonight. It’s an hour’s drive to the special store. (There’s a better name for this parts place, but I don’t know what the technical term is – “Expensive Shit Emporium”, maybe.) Anyway, Hubby didn’t want to make the two-hour round trip by …
Looking Good
The other day I was getting ready for work, and my hair and makeup came out especially nice – very rare indeed. And I loved what I was wearing, which was just a black v-neck long-sleeved tee (but that’s my favorite thing to wear with jeans). So after I made the bed, I documented my …
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