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Nancy Roman

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Not Quite The Renaissance Woman

Even when I was a little girl, I disliked the adage, “Jack of all trades, Master of none.” I didn’t want to be encouraged to stick to only one thing. I wanted to be able to do everything. And that Attention Deficit Disorder Desire For Versatility has stuck with me my whole life. And, for the …

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I’m Exhausted

My exercise schedule is wearing me out. Not the exercise. The schedule. I readily admit that I am not the busiest person in the world. Every single person with a kid or a grandkid is busier than I am. But still. How in the world am I supposed to obtain a gorgeous body that my …

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Not Mad As Hell

But definitely peeved as all get out. Does anyone even used the term “all get out” anymore?  If not, then THAT peeves me too. I have had a very peevish week. It started last Saturday. I ran into Target to buy the Easter equivalent of stocking-stuffers for the little ones in my family. I knew …

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Yoga Porn

I may be known – (okay … famous) for spending too much on jeans and purses and haircuts. But I just can’t shell out a lot of money for exercise clothes. It’s not that I don’t want to look hot during hot yoga.  But sweating into expensive duds just goes against my all my fashion …

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The Big Reveal

I’m going to deviate from my normal format –  Silly Vanity, and venture into Serious Vanity. For more than a year, I’ve been sharing my desperate attempts to be young, and six months ago, I decided on how much younger I wanted to be. I decided to be forty-six. I figured that subtracting fifteen years …

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Life’s Stupid Paradox

Friday night we went out for our bimonthly treat – kiddie-size low-fat frozen yogurt (We are SO good). We were sitting in the car with our minuscule snack listening to the Grand Ole Opry. (Don’t even ask – let’s just say my husband has a serious Sirius issue.) Little Jimmy Dickens told the same joke he’s been …

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Niagara Falls, Part Two

Back in the early 80s, I took an aerobics class at a local storefront fitness center. It was women only, so we weren’t trying to impress any Hans and Franz dudes. But it didn’t stop us from being adorable. This is me in 1983 in my favorite aerobics outfit. Yeah, you’re looking at a high-cut …

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Do These Yoga Pants Make My Asana Look Fat?

I’ve added another Zumba class to my Yoga/Zumba workout. Which means I’ve also added an additional sweaty day. So I figure it’s time for buy another fitness outfit. I won’t have to do laundry during the week. And besides, it’s very motivating. Sometimes the only reason I go to the gym is because I get to …

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Passing The Torch

So as soon as I proclaimed that Zumba was the most delightful exercise in the world – I seem to have thrown out my back at the very next class. I had gone to bed a tiny bit sore, and woke up immobile. For the next three days I inched my way from the bed …

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How Funky Winkerbean Changed My Life

First, let me assure you that not all of my Life Philosophies are derived from the Sunday comics. That being said, I admit that Funky Winkerbean changed my life. Do you remember hapless Les back in the 70s?  (By the way, I’ve never really understood the word ‘hapless’–why does poor Les have no hap?) Anyway, …

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