Tag Archives: middle-aged
Take THAT, Sixty-Three!
Ever since I started blogging, I have posted a new photo on my birthday. In defiance, I suppose. This year is no exception. My husband and I went shopping at this enormous (220 stores) premium outlet. I did have to make a tiny concession to my age, in that we visited ten stores out of …
My Best Day Ever! (so far)
This is it! The best day ever in my whole life (so far). Exactly fifty years ago: February 9, 1964. There has been a fair amount of hoopla this year, given the 50th anniversary, so you may recognize this date. The Beatles made their first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show. All my friends at …
It’s A Sign
It started just before Christmas. I was driving home after work, and as I looked in my rear-view mirror. I saw Santa Claus. Actually, I saw a big cardboard cut-out of Santa perched on the chimney of the house behind me. I wonder how they got that up there? I thought. And I took another …
Corporal Mysteries, Part Two
A year ago, I wrote about a few strange things that seem to be happening to my middle-aged body (Corporal Mysteries). I was especially concerned about my eyebrows. And I have written three separate posts about eyebrows, so I guess my concern may be bordering on obsession. But nevertheless. I don’t understand why my brows …
Smug Has A Short Lifespan
Oh, I have been amazing lately in Zumba. My hips almost sway; my shoulders almost don’t look tense; my breasts almost shimmy; my teeth almost unclench. I’m almost there. So I strutted into class tonight full of almost self-confidence. And there was someone in my spot. My spot. That place on the floor where I always …
Spending My Millions
I have just about everything I want. And most of the stuff that I don’t have – well, it’s just because it hasn’t worked its way up my priority list yet. I have a nice house, nice car, a very nice and very big wardrobe (and a nice big closet in my nice house to …
It Wasn’t Me
I just came back from a fabulous destination wedding/vacation in St. Lucia. My husband and I think we are traveling when we drive from Connecticut to Rhode Island and stay in a bed-and-breakfast a WHOLE night. So this was WAY out of our comfort zone. And so worth it. And as long as we were …
Genius or Idiot? You Decide.
This is the time of year when my fingernails get as brittle as the dead maples leaves. Luckily, they do not fall off like the leaves on our New England trees. But they snap and break like the dried-up twigs I’m stepping on. Housework this weekend broke eight out of ten fingernails. You’d think I’d …
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 …
Bye-Bye
I’ve said before that I can’t park. Parallel is ridiculous. Good thing I didn’t have to demonstrate to get my license. But the only place where I must parallel park is my Yoga class. But I’ve worked it out. I wait by the fire hydrant for the previous class to get out. I wait for …
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