Category Archives: Humor
Skin
I earned an honorable mention in a local art contest when I was twelve. And it infuriated me. I was in seventh grade, and one day in art class, I drew a picture of a Spanish senorita. It wasn’t original; I copied from a picture I saw in a magazine. It looked something like this: …
Isn’t It Romantic?
When I was a little girl, my mother had a ridiculous idea that she was delighted to share with me. Because I was such a princess, it was only fitting that I should marry a prince. Prince Charles, to be specific. He was two years older than I, and a perfect match in her mind. …
Oh, Dear. I’m June Cleaver.
This past weekend we had company. My husband’s cousin and his wife spent a few nights. Folks don’t stay over much. We live out in the country,and most of our friends and relatives think we are somewhere north of Vladivostok. (actually, it’s Connecticut.) But we had a family wedding. Our houseguests’ daughter was getting married …
Sixty Is The New Thirty-Seven
This is my Great-Grandma’s (Meme’s) family. The photo was taken on Meme’s 80th birthday in 1951, the year I was born. There’s a photo somewhere of her in that same chair with me in her arms. But it’s this photo that fascinates me. Standing around Meme are her children. That’s my Grandma on the far …
How To Be Old
I’m normally not much of a concert-goer. I don’t like crowds and I don’t like crowded parking lots, and I especially don’t like crowded ladies’ rooms. I put up with all of the above for the love of my life, James Taylor. Everyone else, not so much. Recently, however, I went to two concerts in …
In My Genes
A quick self-confidence story: A few weeks back, my husband and I were having a philosophical discussion in the car. Conversations in the car are difficult – my husband is slightly deaf, and if you don’t talk right into his face, the hearing aids don’t necessarily pick it up. So car talk is loud. Which …
Glowing
Over the past several weeks, I have written and discarded several posts about hot flashes. Like lots of women, I’ve got the hots, but it seems that everything I could say about these ‘special’ experiences has already been said. They’re annoying. They’re uncomfortable. They’re funny. They’re embarrassing. Yada yada yada. On the whole, I don’t …
Hang Up.
Just about everyone gets a bad boss sooner or later. At my age, I’ve been through several. My motto has always been, “Just Outlast the Bastard.” For the most part, that mantra has worked pretty well. Executives seem to either rise in the organization or leave. So I just hang on till the obnoxious boss …
The Field Trip
In her comment a few days ago, Tess remarked that I must have been a very observant child. Oh yeah. I am hardly ever serious now. But I was a serious kid. I sought logic in an illogical world. Some of my questions were just kid stuff: Why do I have to do Arithmetic homework, …
Steppin’ Out With My Baby (Toes)
(Note: About two months ago, I read a blog about feet, and ever since, I’ve been worried about mine. I looked for that blog again, but I can’t seem to find it. So if those were your original feet – this is dedicated to you.) Some of my body parts have held up rather well …
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