As I sit here sipping my coffee laced with a good helping of Mira-lax fiber stuff, it occurs to me, I am drinking coffee laced with fiber.
I used to be a pretty girl. Not saying I’m not now but smack in the middle of middle age, as much as I hate to admit it, girl no longer applies. Approaching another birthday very quickly I think I’m resigned to the facts : 1. I may be a spinster ( such a weird… Read More Diary of a Crazy Future Old Lady
Let’s go back 30 years to ..1982. Had to count on my fingers for a moment. A strange number to decide to go back? Well not really because 30 is a round number, a milestone number in terms of age. which is not necessarily the discussion. I am not seriously going to… Read More Thirty Years Ago,
So I had a reader write to me and say.. (using the You Rock Lizzie choice in the drop down menu on my contact page) Lizzie! I can’t believe you are over 40. How do you do it? You look so much younger. Can you tell us what you do to look so fantastic? OK,
I hit that benchmark 100 posts! It was a while back this one is 117 or 118 I think but I wanted to make note of it…and I decided that I would bring back one of my early posts – ok the second one I ever did for those of you that are new to… Read More The Big 100 -The Naked Truth and the truth of being naked.
First of all I should clear up that I am not at all reluctant anymore – about the being a grandma, I am reluctant about being called grandma. I was reluctant about the whole big picture until the little monkey was born and now I just love him so damn much that I can’t stand… Read More Observations of a Reluctant Grandmother
We usually think of getting older at times that mark those days that just verify we are indeed older. Like birthdays. And too, I think the New Year is a time for reflection as we come off a New Year’s Eve that was remarkable only in that you fell asleep at 11:45 p.m. with no… Read More Growing Old – It’s not for Sissies but it Sure Beats the Alternative
I think that probably every one of us in our childish ignorance could not wait to grow up. Oh I Know, I just made the dreaded generalization and to counter it, I do realize that somewhere out there is probably someone who recognized the benefits and savored each and every moment of childhood, including doing the dishes and picking up dog poop. … Read More Grown Up Rules Suck! ….(or; I like Candy, So What? The Grown Up Police Can Kiss My Ass!.)
I am not supposed to be here. Not now, or more to the point, when I was spewed forth into the world. My existence defies the medical knowledge of the time and is most certainly a slap in the face to whoever gave my mother medical advice. He obviously didn’t do his homework. It sometimes crosses my mind that since my… Read More I Owe my Existence to Bad Medical Advice. True Story.
My kids are on fall break this week..and last week. Seems like they have been out of school awhile. The older I get , the more it seems like they get entirely too much vacation time. Just saying…… My youngest is almost 5 . He is still in Preschool and only has one week off for fall break. … Read More Fudgesicles for Breakfast.
In the interest of clarity, I am compelled to discuss nudity. More specifically nakedness, being naked and frolicking. Ok. We aren’t going to discuss frolicking much as I would like to and although it does go well with nudity, it is a little beyond the scope of the question. But If we get through the matter at… Read More The Naked Truth …and the truth of being naked.