After nearly over 2 months of weddings, graduations and christening parties, I have decided I am not as young as I used to be. It's not that I mind that most of the time. It's just that there are days when I'd really just like to get out there, kick up my heels, party like it's 1978, or 1979, and not spend the next day nursing my ankles or knees through the latest episode of joint stiffness and pain.
There are days when I look in the mirror and see that my dimples have headed south to my jawline. That I have parentheses from nose to jaw. It seems to me my upper lip used to be plumper, but I have one so I shouldn't complain. Time has marched on, and it seems to be trying to trample me in the process. So far, I'm winning the battle to stay alive.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sorry, I'm Just Bad
I keep saying to myself that I'm going to keep up this blog. Then something happens and...well...I'm just bad.
I've spent almost every day these last two weeks before Christmas trying to convince myself that I would have more time to blog once the holidays are over. Almost had me believing myself. Ok, I admit that's a lie, but I was bopping around singing "I'm A Believer" by the Monkees. That's close enough...right?
That was the state of affairs up until Christmas Day when hubby's daughter arrived. She had quite the surprise for me. It seems that while other members of the family knew about this, someone forgot to inform me. Hubby's daughter is pregnant. It's a girl.
Mind you, she has neglected to marry the baby daddy. I expect that kind of behavior from a 19 year old, not someone twice that age. I guess her biological clock's alarm rang, or something. I'm disappointed in her, very disappointed. I thought she had more sense than that.
I can understand wanting to have a child of your own. I can't understand bringing it into a world where she spends all her time on herself. Until the pregnancy she was out in the bars having fun most weekends. She's taken trips to visit college chums all over America. She's even gone on a singles cruise. Met some guy there, but distance made his heart fonder of another woman.
I can't count the failed relationships she's had. I'm afraid I've lost track. She even broke up with someone who wanted to marry her simply because he had 2 children and wasn't interested in having any more. He was the best of the lot, believe me.
I have been seriously unimpressed with some of the guys she's brought home for Daddy to meet. Daddy had to go all the way to the other side of the state to rescue her from one of those guys. Seems he had an abusive streak. Didn't like that she was out with friends while he was at work. Thought she should be at home doing the Susie Homemaker thing. She keeps a clean house, she doesn't cook. He threatened to murder her AFTER he murdered her cat.
She brought baby daddy home to meet us. His name is Todd. I think he's Todd Number 3. The first one was a cook, the second was a woodstove installer. Since she chooses to eat otu all the time instead of learning how to cook at home, she should have kept the first one. He, however, seemed to think she should pay more attention to him instead of her wardrobe.
Ok, so now she's having a baby. She and Todd have purchased a house together, they've made a baby together. Will someone explain to me how they can commit to a house and a baby, but not to each other? This woman is going to have a rude awakening in a very short space of time. Her penchant for salt is all ready showing in her ankles. I'm a bit worried about eclampsia or gestational diabetes. If she makes it through the pregnancy and produces a healthy baby she then has another problem. Baby will grow older and require something besides formula and baby food. I wonder if she'll learn to cook then? Oh! I'm just BAD!
I've spent almost every day these last two weeks before Christmas trying to convince myself that I would have more time to blog once the holidays are over. Almost had me believing myself. Ok, I admit that's a lie, but I was bopping around singing "I'm A Believer" by the Monkees. That's close enough...right?
That was the state of affairs up until Christmas Day when hubby's daughter arrived. She had quite the surprise for me. It seems that while other members of the family knew about this, someone forgot to inform me. Hubby's daughter is pregnant. It's a girl.
Mind you, she has neglected to marry the baby daddy. I expect that kind of behavior from a 19 year old, not someone twice that age. I guess her biological clock's alarm rang, or something. I'm disappointed in her, very disappointed. I thought she had more sense than that.
I can understand wanting to have a child of your own. I can't understand bringing it into a world where she spends all her time on herself. Until the pregnancy she was out in the bars having fun most weekends. She's taken trips to visit college chums all over America. She's even gone on a singles cruise. Met some guy there, but distance made his heart fonder of another woman.
I can't count the failed relationships she's had. I'm afraid I've lost track. She even broke up with someone who wanted to marry her simply because he had 2 children and wasn't interested in having any more. He was the best of the lot, believe me.
I have been seriously unimpressed with some of the guys she's brought home for Daddy to meet. Daddy had to go all the way to the other side of the state to rescue her from one of those guys. Seems he had an abusive streak. Didn't like that she was out with friends while he was at work. Thought she should be at home doing the Susie Homemaker thing. She keeps a clean house, she doesn't cook. He threatened to murder her AFTER he murdered her cat.
She brought baby daddy home to meet us. His name is Todd. I think he's Todd Number 3. The first one was a cook, the second was a woodstove installer. Since she chooses to eat otu all the time instead of learning how to cook at home, she should have kept the first one. He, however, seemed to think she should pay more attention to him instead of her wardrobe.
Ok, so now she's having a baby. She and Todd have purchased a house together, they've made a baby together. Will someone explain to me how they can commit to a house and a baby, but not to each other? This woman is going to have a rude awakening in a very short space of time. Her penchant for salt is all ready showing in her ankles. I'm a bit worried about eclampsia or gestational diabetes. If she makes it through the pregnancy and produces a healthy baby she then has another problem. Baby will grow older and require something besides formula and baby food. I wonder if she'll learn to cook then? Oh! I'm just BAD!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
I Want Cheese With This Whine
Question: "I'm 60 freaking years old. Why do I have to work so hard?"
Answer: "Because I can!"
The company I work for has 6 girls down with the flu. Which leaves those of us who are willing to work some extra hours to cover.
Question: "How many workers are willing to work?"
Answer: " Three!"
Question: "How many of those 3 are under 55?"
Answer: "None!"
To make it sweeter for women willing to work those extra hours, the company pays $1 an hour more than our regular hourly wage. The paycheck I picked up on Friday reflected that increase and it included the overtime I put in. I could get really used to that size paycheck in a real hurry except for a couple of things. I still have all my regular chores to do including fetching in the wood for the woodstove which is our primary source of winter heat. The other thing is that I'm 60 freaking years old and that candle just don't burn at both ends.
I told the office on Friday that I'll cover maybe 4 hours more than my own cases, but it's time they got onto the younger women to do their share. When you have to take time off for every hangnail you get, someone else is covering your cases. Time to return the favor, don't ya think? We have family too, and homes to clean and Christmas to get ready for. I'm trying to keep from catching the flu myself so I can enjoy my holidays too.
Answer: "Because I can!"
The company I work for has 6 girls down with the flu. Which leaves those of us who are willing to work some extra hours to cover.
Question: "How many workers are willing to work?"
Answer: " Three!"
Question: "How many of those 3 are under 55?"
Answer: "None!"
To make it sweeter for women willing to work those extra hours, the company pays $1 an hour more than our regular hourly wage. The paycheck I picked up on Friday reflected that increase and it included the overtime I put in. I could get really used to that size paycheck in a real hurry except for a couple of things. I still have all my regular chores to do including fetching in the wood for the woodstove which is our primary source of winter heat. The other thing is that I'm 60 freaking years old and that candle just don't burn at both ends.
I told the office on Friday that I'll cover maybe 4 hours more than my own cases, but it's time they got onto the younger women to do their share. When you have to take time off for every hangnail you get, someone else is covering your cases. Time to return the favor, don't ya think? We have family too, and homes to clean and Christmas to get ready for. I'm trying to keep from catching the flu myself so I can enjoy my holidays too.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Every One's A Winner
I don't think I've heard this song in years. Had one of those Happy Moments with it today when it started playing on my radio when I was on my way home. Didn't have to get out of the car until it was all over. Some songs are for listening to and marveling at how great the musicianship is, others are for bootay shakin'. This is a bootay shakin' tune.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Green River
I just realized that I have NO CCR or John Fogerty in my CD library. I think I'll buy myself an early Christmas present. LOL
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Sweet Rock Lazy Sunday Candy
I don't know why guys want to join the Hair Club. Bald is sexy, especially when playing a mean axe.
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