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Clothes Hound, Bound, and Down…Under

October 14th, 2008

Baby Boomers were born between the years 1946-1964 and I\’m happy to be a part of this wonderful generation. After all, we had great music, great heroes, and great clothes. But that was then—and this is now. There seems to be a large number of boomers who refuse to leave their youth behind and gracefully enter into the beautiful world of midlife. The proof is everywhere. I\’m talking about people wearing articles of clothing clearly designed for the most recent generation; their children. Last week at a party, a boomer woman was going on and on and on and on (insert jealousy) about... Read More

And then there was one; OUCH!

September 12th, 2008

My home has been invaded. Oh, not by creepy spiders, or cheese-eating mice. Not by ants, roaches, or wooly worms. Worse. It\’s been invaded by ONE mosquito with the landing gear of a Boeing 747. This ONE mosquito is deadlier than a hungry 8-foot grizzly bear at a Southern family reunion, which we all know has fried chicken on every table, right along side the potato salad. This mosquito, who I have un-affectionately name Rambo, is quicker than greased lightening, shows up just after enough time has slipped by for me to forget the pain, and always seems to reappear the moment I\’ve... Read More

Got My Going Britches On

August 14th, 2008

My granny use to say to me, “Girl, you’ve got your going britches on!” Seems I was constantly begging to GO somewhere. I wanted to move, to go, or to do…something. Anything. I was never satisfied to just BE. Many years later, (like I’m gonna tell my age?) I’m still that way. My house and my yard show it. And then some. As a result of my gypsy spirit, I’m domestically challenged. Okay, big, fat lie. I’m not challenged, I just hate housework. There’s a difference. Here you have a person with a one track mind; to go and to do—something, anything …as long as it doesn’t involve... Read More

When the Rubber Meets the Toad

July 16th, 2008

Yesterday I got a call from my precious daughter-in-law. Seems the family purchased an oversized kiddy pool for my grandbeauties. I was elated! After all, my grandchildren were already showing signs of being the next Olympic hopefuls with their nightly bathtub aerobics, so naturally, the next step would be for “Gan Maw” to show the little darlings how to dog paddle. I don\’t like to brag, but growing up I was known in some circles as the “girl you want to be with you when you\’re up the creek.” People at the local swimming pools would actually stare, and some pointed in awe.... Read More

It\’s Hard Being Me

May 14th, 2008

Achew! ‘Cuse me. Seems that even Queens get the flu. However; being the martyr I am, (insert heavy sigh) I broke down and traveled to the grocery store on Saturday. Even people on their deathbeds gotta eat, right? I applied no makeup as that would have required strength, and wore raggedy clothes because they were the first thing I put my hand on in the closet. As I passed the bathroom mirror, I saw a hairbrush on the vanity. Knowing I needed to conserve my energy for pushing the grocery cart, I passed it by. Trust me, I didn\’t give a rip. I\’m telling you; da Queen here didn\’t... Read More

I.R.Less

April 14th, 2008

There was a time when I looked forward to Spring. The flowers, the fresh air, the refund check I would ultimately get and spend a hundred different ways before it ever reached me. Sigh—now I know what people mean when they refer to the “good old days.” I can\’t remember the last time I got a refund check. All I seem to do now is pay out the wazoo. What is a wazoo, anyway? I need to look that one up. Hm… Someone told me that paying the IRS each year meant I make too much money. I just stared at him and calmly said, “Look at me; I\’m wearing a muumuu. Is this the dress of a... Read More

Walk a Mile in My Shoes

March 12th, 2008

It finally happened, folks. I got the midlife wake-up call from my body. I figured that once the elastic broke and the duct tape gave way, it was time. Every day, here I go; walk, walk, walk; three miles. Why me? I have wondered. I have four tiny sisters and although I\’ve signed them all up for the Chocolate of the Month Club, the ingrates haven\’t gained an ounce. Life is just not fair sometimes. I had another helper though in this decision to get fit—photographs. Photos of family get-togethers like Christmas, and even more recently, birthdays. However; the coop de bawl... Read More

This is a Test

February 15th, 2008

This is a test of your emergency Valentine Heart-O-Meter. This is not a real emergency. If it had been a real emergency, you would have been instructed to send me a 5 lb box of Godiva chocolates. (Feel free to act on this, though) Nope, it\’s not a REAL emergency, but then again, maybe it is. Do you know someone who is alone? Without a Valentine or someone to say, “You matter!” Now hold on, I know that VD day has past. (I\’ve reallly got to stop calling it that). But hear me out . . . . . Yesterday I received a call from one of my sons. He said, “Mom, no matter how... Read More

I Wanna DO-over

January 15th, 2008

After last month\’s reflectiveNESS, I\’m so ready. I want a “Do-Over,” henceforth and forevermore called a “DO.” I\’m tired, my body is tired, and my hair-do expired somewhere around 2003. Why is it so hard for our hairdressers, or stylist, to be follictically correct (get it? mahahah…I so clever), to understand that all we want is a new or different look; preferably; one like Shania Twain\’s. Okay, so maybe I don\’t have long, flowing hair, but I do have hair. Work with me. Give me something new. Don\’t cut the same-old-same-old... Read More

Celebrations and Ruminations

December 12th, 2007

December is such a reflective month. As the year end closes around me, I find myself daydreaming more and pondering on the events of the past 12 months. Mulling everything over; chewing the cud, meditating, rumin–okay, okay, enough beating of the dead horse. I did find out you can be bad all year and still get presents. How cool is that? Ahem… Every year at this time, I go within. I think about all the work-related events of the past months and I measure my performance on a scale of 1-5. Sometimes I measure up to par then other times, I cheat. Hey, it\’s MY measuring system. But... Read More