Summing it Up...
Now, that I'm way on the wrong side of sixty, I feel that being true to self is important. "I yam, what I yam." Kindness and smiles are to be given away. Women are strong. Men are more vulnerable than we believe. Husbands may come and go...but one thing I know for sure is that I will NEVAH live without a corgi or coffee in my life if I can prevent it. Come piles of dog fur or hot water!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Sad, isn't it when the four day Thanksgiving holiday comes to an end. I collected all the fall foliage decor, bittersweet and anything orange today inside and out. Bagging up autumn for another year...
Our company will leave when we do in the morning as we head back to work. No one felt like turkey yesterday, and there is still an amazing amount left. Making me think that more should have been sent home with Josh and Jim's mom. "Three day rule" in our household made me pitch pies and dressing. Tomorrow the rest will go.
We, as a family, and, as a nation have much to be thankful for. More so than in other countries I believe. Things aren't perfect...and lots needs fixing. An entire new congress would be a real gift to us all, but one we won't get. But, overall, most of us, are lucky ducks. For that, I am thankful.
I am not going to be feeling thankful on Monday night when I have the guts and an empty house to enable me to step on the scale following an orgy of gluttony over the weekend.
That's all I'm saying....
Friday, November 11, 2011
TGIF
I woke up early and began the process of washing windows and taking down screens by 6:30 a.m. This is my day off, the one day I don't set the alarm. Sheesh!
Coffee deprived, these thoughts popped into my head.....
Watched toast does not pop.....a cup of tea is more than a hot beverage......vinegar really does work on windows.....one should consume at least four Hershey kisses a day.
Have a great weekend. We got our first snow yesterday. Flurries but enough to cover decks and rooftops. It's too early for this nonsense!
Friday, November 04, 2011
Boyz to Men...
The female body is a marvelous machine...that is until you're on the wrong side of fifty."I am Woman, hear me roar" was the theme for women our age back in the day. Not only did we bring home the bacon but we put it in a pan.
These days, a few weeks following my sixth decade celebration, I find odd things happening that are vexing. Menopause is robbing me of my femininity. When ones ovaries sputter and begin to spit cotton do we become men? If not, then WHY do chin hairs sprout? What the devil is all this loose skin? Why do I have inch long hair on the back of my legs? Why do urinals suddenly make sense to me?
I had to plunge the toity in the library men's room the other day and while "in" there, I had a good looksee at the two urinals. They make perfect sense for use by women as long as we turned around to use them. We hardly sit on toilets anyway...we all do the squat in these germ infested days, right? Thoughts like these are disturbing.
When the estrogen flowed freely and rampantly I would NEVER have had these thoughts. I took collagen and plump lips for granted. Perky boobs that pointed out not down were the norm. Sigh....I feel the need to wear plaid oxford shirts and watch This Old House. I want to hold the remote and scratch. If I get a hankering for Skoal, I'm going to visit the Ob-Gyn and get back on hormones!
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