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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Humor

Know-It-All, Part II

It’s time for another installment of Know-It-All, where I offer you the best of my unsolicited and usually obvious advice – First – because I am an unapologetic smarty-pants, and Second – because they say that you should stick with what you do best – and I am much better at giving advice than taking …

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When Did That Happen?

One of my Dad’s favorite expressions was “You must have been hiding behind the barn when the brains got handed out.” I never really understood why someone would hide in order to avoid brains.   But I got the point. I always seemed to miss something important. I knew by the age of fifteen that …

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The Cure

I wrote recently that I suffered from what I call Autoagnosia. I can’t tell one car from another. This drives my husband crazy, as he feels that cars are the ultimate gift from heaven. And I am just completely ungrateful – an insult really to the auto gods. So I’ve been trying really hard to …

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That Explains A Lot

Everyone has those moments – when you hear or see something   – that suddenly gives you insight into your own nature. I’ve heard it called an “aha moment” – and that expression really fits.  “Aha! That’s why I’m me.” For instance, when I was a kid, I went through a short phase where I …

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I WORRY

Originally posted on With Resistance:
I have a pain. It is a fist clenching. Only it is not a fist. It is my chest clenching. Many parts of me reside in my chest. Located right here, for instance, is my heart. I’m not panicking which could be worse But I’m not denying the fist in…

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The Idea Of It

Several years ago –  about 52, to be honest – I was helping myself to some pasta at a family dinner. I have to digress a bit here.  It wasn’t pasta. I never heard the word ‘pasta’ until decades later. We did not eat pasta in the 50s and 60s. We had Spaghetti or Macaroni. …

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Typical

I just came across this photo that my cousin Susan (the little one in the front – and I won’t divulge how old she is now) posted last year on Facebook. When Sue posted this picture, I showed my husband. “Look how cute!” I said to Hubby.  “This was taken on the day I made …

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Orphan Envy

Here’s a post from my earliest blogging days – (with a new drawing added, now that I know how to do that). ORPHAN ENVY When I was eight, I was in a play. The local Girl’s Club (like the “Y” without the yucky boys) offered afterschool classes, and I signed up for Drama.  Good thing …

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Jealousy

I’m jealous of my husband. Not jealous OVER my husband. Although I guess I would if he had a girlfriend. I guess. Maybe I would. I definitely would. Eventually. And I’m not jealous because he’s a MAN. No, I never wanted to be a man. As Elaine Benes said, “I don’t know how you guys …

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I’ve Sent In My Entry Fee

All this week, NPR ran a series about privacy in the digital age. Everyone knows everything about me. And most of this is voluntary. I post my birthday on Facebook, my favorite movies on Rotten Tomatoes, my shoe size on Zappo’s. Amazon not only knows what I like to read, it tracks what toys I …

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