Think ya gotta go? Think again…

There’s a running joke in our family that I know where every bathroom is located in every store in town.  I can’t help it—shopping brings out the “best” in me!

One day last week (more…)

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January 10, 2011 at 8:57 am 8 comments

Don’t cry over spilled milk

I’m not crying.  It’s much worse than that!

Something terrible happened after I blogged earlier this week about Miss Daisy. I hadn’t driven her since December 30, when I went to Tulsa with my sister PJ someone I refuse to name. We had a very busy day in Tulsa, but nothing unusual happened on the trip.

So a few days ago, husband tells me something “stinks” in the garage. (more…)

January 7, 2011 at 11:30 am 2 comments

Out of the mouths of babes (over 50)

The phrase “out of the mouths of babes” usually refers to something funny that a youngster said. But I like to think we women over 50 can be “babes” in our way.

I received an email yesterday that reminded me of something I would have said—if I had thought of it!  But I didn’t, so I’ll give credit to the babe in this comic.

January 5, 2011 at 12:39 pm 2 comments

The BUTT stops…where?

During our December cruise, we went to a beach in Cozumel, Mexico.  While husband relaxed in a lounge chair, I decided to go for a swim.

This particular beach was unusual because it had large, smooth rocks (boulders?) out in the water. I never was quite sure if they were deposited there during a hurricane or placed there to prevent erosion. Either way, they made walking a little treacherous, and I felt more “balanced” if I held my arms out to my side while I made my way out to deeper water.

Little did I know that (more…)

January 4, 2011 at 4:11 pm 2 comments

Happy anniversary—sort of

Last Thursday, I was delighted to participate in a special milestone—an anniversary of sorts.

I ate plenty of cakes and cookies during the holidays, but none for this particular event. The closest thing to candles that day was the Scentsy pot on my kitchen counter. Gifts were absent, too. Still, it was monumental. It happened in an instant, and then it was over.

Miss Daisy turned 100,000 (miles), which is a threshold many old gals never see. I’ve loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her, and I’m always happy when I’m driving Miss Daisy. She’s taught me that sometimes old is good. That elegance is timeless. That a few nicks and dings simply add to our character. And that even when one person tires of us, someone else appreciates our beauty. If all goes well, we’ll celebrate her 200,000-mile anniversary someday.

Like me, Miss Daisy looks better when she is “prettied up” and in a nice place. That’s not the case today. But there ya go. Life lessons learned from my car.

Happy anniversary, Miss Daisy!

January 3, 2011 at 6:29 pm Leave a comment

The little things

As I began putting away my Christmas decorations for another year, I stopped to hold this particular handmade item for a moment. I always do… It was made by a friend of mine and has become one of my most treasured gifts. Thanks, Sheryl, for this simple reminder of the reason for the season.

January 2, 2011 at 12:19 pm Leave a comment

Welcome to menopause, BABY!

Top 10 ways menopause is like being a young child.

  1. Just like a toddler, I have pudgy arms and legs, rolls of fat and skin on my trunk, and multiple chins. (This is cute on a baby. Not so much on a 50ish-year-old woman.)
  2. It tickles when a strapping young man puts his lips on my belly and blows to make bubbling sounds. (Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened to me recently, and I don’t think it will any time soon unless I pay for the experience. But I do daydream about it sometimes.)
  3. Food gives me gas.  (more…)

November 24, 2010 at 3:38 pm 2 comments

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