Handsome Hubby and I took a trip down the (graying) yellow brick road this past weekend and oh, what a trip it was! More precisely, we went to see Elton John perform, part of his multi-city, multi-year “Farewell Yellow Brick Road” concert tour. It was Handsome Hubby’s idea. He is a big Elton fan. I
It’s true as we get older, our memory and communication skills slip a bit. Why did I walk into this room? What did I have for lunch today? What did you just say? And sometimes, frustratingly, we have to search for a word that’s at the tip of our tongue. Yet, for all that, I
Just one week into the New Year and I was already backsliding into bad habits faster than a first-time skier hitting the slopes. Start that diet? Hard to do with all the holiday candy still casting its chocolaty come-hither glance at me. Exercise? How, when I could hardly move from all that candy-gorging I’m doing
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Coffee mug addiction. It is America’s not-so-hidden disease. It’s costly and dangerous AND no household is immune. Where once there was mere cabinet clutter, now there is a coffee cup contagion. Be honest. Do you recognize a loved one in the following words and thoughts? Do you recognize yourself? “Must stop.”
Happy New Year to all my dear Middle-aged Muddlers, It’s December 26, the start of that short pause in the festivities before New Year’s Eve, time to catch our breath and reflect on the year that’s ending and the new one that’s just days away. For me, it’s a time to give thanks for family
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‘Tis the season to over-indulge, true. But, alas, ’tis also the season to sequin, shimmy, and shake – all of which challenge chubby, out-of-shape, middle-aged me. And while I can still wedge myself into my cute holiday clothes, do I look cute? Hardly. I more resemble that lump of coal Santa leaves children who have
Down the Graying Yellow Brick Road
Bring Your 8-Track Tapes and Geritol
Handsome Hubby and I took a trip down the (graying) yellow brick road this past weekend and oh, what a trip it was! More precisely, we went to see Elton John perform, part of his multi-city, multi-year “Farewell Yellow Brick Road” concert tour. It was Handsome Hubby’s idea. He is a big Elton fan. I
Words Fail Me
Middle-Aged and Needing New Words
It’s true as we get older, our memory and communication skills slip a bit. Why did I walk into this room? What did I have for lunch today? What did you just say? And sometimes, frustratingly, we have to search for a word that’s at the tip of our tongue. Yet, for all that, I
Resolve to be Irresolute!
Avoid New Year's Guilt
Just one week into the New Year and I was already backsliding into bad habits faster than a first-time skier hitting the slopes. Start that diet? Hard to do with all the holiday candy still casting its chocolaty come-hither glance at me. Exercise? How, when I could hardly move from all that candy-gorging I’m doing
Coffee Mug Addiction
Brother, can you spare a cup? 10? 20?
Coffee mug addiction. It is America’s not-so-hidden disease. It’s costly and dangerous AND no household is immune. Where once there was mere cabinet clutter, now there is a coffee cup contagion. Be honest. Do you recognize a loved one in the following words and thoughts? Do you recognize yourself? “Must stop.”
Happy New Year
Muddle on with Laughter!
Happy New Year to all my dear Middle-aged Muddlers, It’s December 26, the start of that short pause in the festivities before New Year’s Eve, time to catch our breath and reflect on the year that’s ending and the new one that’s just days away. For me, it’s a time to give thanks for family
I’ve Been Naughty. Now I’m Getting Spanx-ed
Calories, then Compression and Depression
‘Tis the season to over-indulge, true. But, alas, ’tis also the season to sequin, shimmy, and shake – all of which challenge chubby, out-of-shape, middle-aged me. And while I can still wedge myself into my cute holiday clothes, do I look cute? Hardly. I more resemble that lump of coal Santa leaves children who have