My new year's resolution is starting a bit late but starting just the same. I promised myself I was gonna return to writing in my blog because my feelings of inferiority in the young peoples cyberspace still exists and is becoming more frightening than before. It is starting with the changes to this blogger and my inability to navigate my pages, but persevere I will and within time I will be back in the saddle again.
I feel like a first grader learning the ins and outs here and might have to
get another idiot book on blogger to navigate its new format. I recently got a book on the iphone which I have the iphone 3G for awhile now but was
amazed at all it could do that I had no idea. The sad situation is my short
term memory in performing all these new uses are quickly forgotten and I
must review the book over and over again. They say you must repeat a suggestion to your brain seven times before it becomes learned, but I feel that is for the ages of 6 to 50, from 50 to 60 the repetition might have to be extended to 15 times or better, and 60+ I am finding that my short term
memory needs constant reminding and repetition, sometimes so much I lose count.
Anyway I'm back and hope you search me out, so I can once again tell you to "Hurry Back!"
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
"Looking for McDreamy!"
My lovely young friend, a cake decorator, so pretty and talented, was questioning men hitting on her while at work. Wow, it has been ages since anyone has even attempted to hit on me. I haven't even heard a good pick up line, forever.
I didn't realize until that moment how much I missed that type of gender interaction. I remember in my 20's, having the same type of reaction
as my young friend, disbelief that anyone could try and pick me up while wearing work clothes, a baker chef hat and apron, how tacky.
Don't these young men realize that after work, I look amazing, in my stilettos and fashion folly. How dare they even imagine I look good cooking. So, chauvinistic!
I didn't realize until that moment how much I missed that type of gender interaction. I remember in my 20's, having the same type of reaction
as my young friend, disbelief that anyone could try and pick me up while wearing work clothes, a baker chef hat and apron, how tacky.
Don't these young men realize that after work, I look amazing, in my stilettos and fashion folly. How dare they even imagine I look good cooking. So, chauvinistic!
As I make my sandwiches, in the deli, I create the fantasies of Mr. McDreamy, winking and asking for my number. Any advance that would get my heart racing would be a plus! The young today just don't get that one day all of that fun stuff that makes you blush or get annoyed in a good way will end with the first onset of gray hair. And the only hits you get are by the mosquitoes!
I am so blessed, that my husband is always complimentary to my looks, but truth be told, he has had many eye surgeries and cataracts in both eyes, I have to question whether he isn't slightly blind.
In spite of all the creams and solutions I use, I just can't seem to get a bite, and I don't mean a mosquito bite. To all the McDreamies and McSteamies, even the McDorks, I may not give you my number, but I will certainly befriend you on facebook!
I am ready to feel the fluttering of my Heart Strings! "HB!"
Monday, May 28, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
"The Man in the Mirror"...Who Needs A Mirror
As I return back to writing I realize that it is an easy transition, for although everything has changed, nothing has changed since my last post many moons ago. Facebook had a face lift then and we were forced to accept the doctor chosen for us. Once again, Facebook is changing our personal page to one that carries a timeline. For young people the timeline only carries them back a few years but for the Seniorellas out there the timeline seems never ending and I question do I really want to go back that far in time.
I guess I wouldn't mind if while sitting on my chair, in front of my
computer, going back in time meant instantly losing those extra pounds,
inches, and wrinkles. But truth be told, as Seniorellas, Facebook can only produce a written timeline, not the time machine needed to truly take us
back to a time when gray hair was not even remotely found on our heads.
Oh, to be young again, in an ever changing cyberspace, what fun it must be not to be cyberspace illiterate, but a welcoming force to change as the
seasons change, to fearlessly update our favorite applications, to be as Michael Jackson sang "The Man in the Mirror" and make that change!
"Hurry Back" and make a change!
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I guess I wouldn't mind if while sitting on my chair, in front of my
computer, going back in time meant instantly losing those extra pounds,
inches, and wrinkles. But truth be told, as Seniorellas, Facebook can only produce a written timeline, not the time machine needed to truly take us
back to a time when gray hair was not even remotely found on our heads.
Oh, to be young again, in an ever changing cyberspace, what fun it must be not to be cyberspace illiterate, but a welcoming force to change as the
seasons change, to fearlessly update our favorite applications, to be as Michael Jackson sang "The Man in the Mirror" and make that change!
"Hurry Back" and make a change!
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Friday, September 30, 2011
Facebook Got A Facelift!
Young people today enjoy change. They color and cut their hair, tattoo their bodies, and upgrade and purchase the newest electronic toy created
for their total enjoyment, so it is no wonder that the facelift or change facebook made just a week ago didn't at all phase them. They didn't even notice. But then again why would they, they no nothing of gray hairs or wrinkles.
Those of us who have entered the gray hair age, on the other hand, completely freaked when we opened our facebook page. OMG where is my profile page, or the photo albums I created (which only took four hours to upload five pictures), who's on chat, I'll never know or never find them, and
do I really want everyone to know my every detail or as they call it "story"?
I immediately text my daughters, who no longer talk by telephone, to see how they are coping with these outrageous changes and they only laugh at my fright and confusion. They already are just chatting away as if nothing changed at all and can't understand why I am making such a fuss!
We tuned into the news to hear how we could change it back, only to find out how to remove a small corner space of small talk. The change was here to stay and if we wanted to keep in touch with our friends we needed to accept the change and start to navigate the system.
Funny, I'm getting quite used to it now, like some wrinkles that will never go away no matter what cream I use.
Change and aging go hand in hand. Mark Twain said it best, "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind it doesn't matter! I'll drink to that! "HB!"
for their total enjoyment, so it is no wonder that the facelift or change facebook made just a week ago didn't at all phase them. They didn't even notice. But then again why would they, they no nothing of gray hairs or wrinkles.
Those of us who have entered the gray hair age, on the other hand, completely freaked when we opened our facebook page. OMG where is my profile page, or the photo albums I created (which only took four hours to upload five pictures), who's on chat, I'll never know or never find them, and
do I really want everyone to know my every detail or as they call it "story"?
I immediately text my daughters, who no longer talk by telephone, to see how they are coping with these outrageous changes and they only laugh at my fright and confusion. They already are just chatting away as if nothing changed at all and can't understand why I am making such a fuss!
We tuned into the news to hear how we could change it back, only to find out how to remove a small corner space of small talk. The change was here to stay and if we wanted to keep in touch with our friends we needed to accept the change and start to navigate the system.
Funny, I'm getting quite used to it now, like some wrinkles that will never go away no matter what cream I use.
Change and aging go hand in hand. Mark Twain said it best, "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind it doesn't matter! I'll drink to that! "HB!"
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The Shower...A Safe Haven...or an Aging Hell!
As we step inside our shower stall we become transformed. We immediately become uninhibited as we release our vocal chords to songs that populate
our radio airwaves. Our voices sound better than the leading singing stars of today and we use the removable shower head to microphone our greatest vocal moments. We feel good, no we feel great. It is in that stall that we feel safe and secure and can belt out a tune Christina Aguilera would be proud of.
The oils, soaps, and shampoos create our perfect good looks,
soft skin, and luscious smells. We pamper ourselves with costly beauty bubbles that change an ordinary pumpkin into a dazzling Cinderella and we
feel good, no we feel great.
Some of the greatest speeches are formed there under the hot water, designing insights created, fashion formations run rapid in our imaginations, and our minds are filled with the smartest, most inventive, and newest ideas
for any large corporation, politician, and actress. We feel good, no we feel great.
This shower euphoria has been going on from the time you were
a teenager and a feminine woman became a priority no longer just your gender.
Then through the years and several pounds later we start losing
sight of our feet, they are somehow hidden under a belly we don't quite remember how it got there. When did it arrive? Our smooth and tan thighs that we had lotioned and oiled seemed to have areas that resemble the cottage cheese we ate the night before. Did it not digest but went straight to the thigh area or worse yet our tight bottoms?
And then we see it the one and only real living proof that we have aged and we can't deny it any longer...the single gray hair sticking out amongst the others in the unmentionable area so that all can see. It can't be dyed or creamed to hide its age but rather one must face the truth, we truly are older and there is no denying it. Our safe haven has now become our aging hell and we feel less than good, far less than great.
What ever do we do? With scissors in hand, we feel good again, no we feel great! "HB!"
our radio airwaves. Our voices sound better than the leading singing stars of today and we use the removable shower head to microphone our greatest vocal moments. We feel good, no we feel great. It is in that stall that we feel safe and secure and can belt out a tune Christina Aguilera would be proud of.
The oils, soaps, and shampoos create our perfect good looks,
soft skin, and luscious smells. We pamper ourselves with costly beauty bubbles that change an ordinary pumpkin into a dazzling Cinderella and we
feel good, no we feel great.
Some of the greatest speeches are formed there under the hot water, designing insights created, fashion formations run rapid in our imaginations, and our minds are filled with the smartest, most inventive, and newest ideas
for any large corporation, politician, and actress. We feel good, no we feel great.
This shower euphoria has been going on from the time you were
a teenager and a feminine woman became a priority no longer just your gender.
Then through the years and several pounds later we start losing
sight of our feet, they are somehow hidden under a belly we don't quite remember how it got there. When did it arrive? Our smooth and tan thighs that we had lotioned and oiled seemed to have areas that resemble the cottage cheese we ate the night before. Did it not digest but went straight to the thigh area or worse yet our tight bottoms?
And then we see it the one and only real living proof that we have aged and we can't deny it any longer...the single gray hair sticking out amongst the others in the unmentionable area so that all can see. It can't be dyed or creamed to hide its age but rather one must face the truth, we truly are older and there is no denying it. Our safe haven has now become our aging hell and we feel less than good, far less than great.
What ever do we do? With scissors in hand, we feel good again, no we feel great! "HB!"
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Casey Anthony An Untold Story
The defense, although sometimes inexperienced, brought forward the doubt needed to unleash Casey Anthony back into society with an acquittal. Jennifer Ford, juror #3, says there just wasn't enough evidence to sentence a punishment on a crime with many questions still left unanswered. We all wanted Casey to take the stand and put the puzzle pieces together so we could have closure at the end, but we were denied this chapter in the book and we are left feeling empty.
It is time to let go and move on. I will not support any books written, or
films created, or televised interviews, as the answers I wanted I will never receive and I need to leave it in the hands of our maker, who saw it in his
great wisdom to set her free.
I can only hope that no monies are made from such a tragic situation, one of, kidnapping, murder, or accidental drowning. It seems quite unfair for the main characters to get rich while the tax payers here in Florida, where jobs are scarce, homes are being foreclosed on, and many are struggling have to pay for the costs of the trial and not get anything in return.
Caylee Anthony's death will forever be an untold story. One that only Casey can answer. I am forever closing the book and may her family find the closure they need to move on and her sweet daughter rest in peace.
It is time to let go and move on. I will not support any books written, or
films created, or televised interviews, as the answers I wanted I will never receive and I need to leave it in the hands of our maker, who saw it in his
great wisdom to set her free.
I can only hope that no monies are made from such a tragic situation, one of, kidnapping, murder, or accidental drowning. It seems quite unfair for the main characters to get rich while the tax payers here in Florida, where jobs are scarce, homes are being foreclosed on, and many are struggling have to pay for the costs of the trial and not get anything in return.
Caylee Anthony's death will forever be an untold story. One that only Casey can answer. I am forever closing the book and may her family find the closure they need to move on and her sweet daughter rest in peace.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Orlando is Buzzing about Casey Anthony
Every television station, journalist, attorney, newspaper and Vinnie Politan are buzzing about the case of the century, "The Case against Casey!"
What is the fascination that drives many to wait in line to have a seat in that courtroom? Disneyland will no longer be the reason for tourists to visit Orlando, but will be replaced by a drive by look at the courthouse that decided the fate of a young mother accused of murdering her two year old child.
Why are we watching, why are we reporting, what holds us fast to
this event? We listen with bated breath as the prosecution leads us
through its series of evidence and we are captured by the scientific forensic indication that proves she did it and did it intentionally. But did she?
Her attorney, Jose Baez, tells of a troubled youth pained by her family
and an accidental drowning where no one thinks to call 911.
We see video footages of a pretty young woman who easily lets the lies
flow and can consistently keep up with the tangled web she weaves. She is quite comfortable in her lies and one can see how effortlessly she manipulates her audience into believing her tales, tales that fooled both parents and law officers. Is it her beauty or is it her mind?
Chief Medical Examiner Jan Garavaglia sends a very affirmative message that leads us to believe that Casey's intentions were murder, with the body found hidden in the woods in a bag with duct tape found adhereing on the skull and of course, that fateful question on why she waited 31 days to report the child missing.
We can go on and on with the horrors that have been brought forward but horrors are sometimes a way of life especially when frightened. How many people have fled the scene of a hit and run accident, people who are our neighbors and some who are our friends. Nothing makes these situations correct but they exist and happen. We temporarily lose it and it all gets confused and we so desperately want to take it all back but we can't.
I am certainly not saying this makes it all alright, I am just approaching a truth that exists sometimes with all of us, just not perhaps in such a serious situation.
Polls have been taken and many are lending themselves to believing her intentions were not honorable. I must admit she presents a very self center girl. I can only imagine she made her parents prematurely gray with her lies, manipulations, and the teenage trouble she obviously got herself into. But as the story and evidence unfolds I see pictures of Casey and her daughter Caylee and I can't honestly say they look unhappy together. They seem to have a comfortable connection. And I have decided to give the defense a chance to change my mind.
So, why do we watch and listen for hours on end? Could it be that we want to hear from her just what really happened three years ago. Of course, that's it! Just tell us, tell us the truth, and set us all free.
What is the fascination that drives many to wait in line to have a seat in that courtroom? Disneyland will no longer be the reason for tourists to visit Orlando, but will be replaced by a drive by look at the courthouse that decided the fate of a young mother accused of murdering her two year old child.
Why are we watching, why are we reporting, what holds us fast to
this event? We listen with bated breath as the prosecution leads us
through its series of evidence and we are captured by the scientific forensic indication that proves she did it and did it intentionally. But did she?
Her attorney, Jose Baez, tells of a troubled youth pained by her family
and an accidental drowning where no one thinks to call 911.
We see video footages of a pretty young woman who easily lets the lies
flow and can consistently keep up with the tangled web she weaves. She is quite comfortable in her lies and one can see how effortlessly she manipulates her audience into believing her tales, tales that fooled both parents and law officers. Is it her beauty or is it her mind?
Chief Medical Examiner Jan Garavaglia sends a very affirmative message that leads us to believe that Casey's intentions were murder, with the body found hidden in the woods in a bag with duct tape found adhereing on the skull and of course, that fateful question on why she waited 31 days to report the child missing.
We can go on and on with the horrors that have been brought forward but horrors are sometimes a way of life especially when frightened. How many people have fled the scene of a hit and run accident, people who are our neighbors and some who are our friends. Nothing makes these situations correct but they exist and happen. We temporarily lose it and it all gets confused and we so desperately want to take it all back but we can't.
I am certainly not saying this makes it all alright, I am just approaching a truth that exists sometimes with all of us, just not perhaps in such a serious situation.
Polls have been taken and many are lending themselves to believing her intentions were not honorable. I must admit she presents a very self center girl. I can only imagine she made her parents prematurely gray with her lies, manipulations, and the teenage trouble she obviously got herself into. But as the story and evidence unfolds I see pictures of Casey and her daughter Caylee and I can't honestly say they look unhappy together. They seem to have a comfortable connection. And I have decided to give the defense a chance to change my mind.
So, why do we watch and listen for hours on end? Could it be that we want to hear from her just what really happened three years ago. Of course, that's it! Just tell us, tell us the truth, and set us all free.
Friday, April 22, 2011
The Wonderful Wizard Named Oz
Why is it that food that melts in your mouth, or is dripping with butter, or filled with sweet calories have to be the bad things we consume and taste the best. It seems unfair that with the help of science and good doctors we are starting to recognize that our diet will be the controlling factor in our aging process.
We wake up one day to obesity, diabetes, liver disease, high blood
pressure, kidney stones, cardiac arrest, and stroke due to mostly the foods
we have enjoyed over a thirty to fifty year span. How did it start? Could it be we were led down the fun food lane by our parents who decided to taste our baby food and discover how bland and tasteless it was?
They wanted us to enjoy the flavorful food they ate and changed our diets to those carb controlling, pound packing, and toxic but ever so delicious fatty foods and sugar. And yes we loved them. We loved them so much, that they became the bulk of our diet and the good food, the ones we should have
been trained to enjoy go unrecognized until years later when it is too late and we are forced to consume pills that help us process all those gut destroying fat high cholesterol edibles.
We in turn, follow the same pattern, as our parents, and soon we see those fat cells appearing on our children at a much earlier age. Fast food restaurants helped us as we needed to join the work force to become a two income family and hambugers and fries at low cost seemed to be the magic at that moment in time.
Dr. Mehmet C. Oz, M.D., the health expert appearing often on The Oprah Winfrey Show and now has his own television show on good health wrote a book on You Staying Young along with Michael F. Roizen, M.D.
Some very important tips found in this book connect to eating right and having a balanced diet. Omega-3 fatty acids found in Salmon and other fish help keep your arteries clear. Two servings of vegetables a day help with cognitive decline, and tomatoes, leafy greens, red apples, onions, and blueberries can act as antioxidants.
This book is filled with powerful persuasion to change your eating habits and not only keeps you looking and feeling young but gives you the insight to better health.
Although I will miss a hamburger topped with everything, hot fudge sundaes, fettuccine alfredo, mounds of mashed potatoes and butter, fried chicken and fries, cake and cookies, and many other tasty treats, I will keep in mind the importance of a working body that can enjoy spending times with their family and friends as opposed to visits to doctors, pharmacies, and hospitals, for ailments that can end your life early.
Enjoying an occasional unhealthy but lip smacking meal is really ok but make it a practice to choose the foods that extend your life. Afterall it is the sharing of time with loved ones that make the real difference.
"HB!"
We wake up one day to obesity, diabetes, liver disease, high blood
pressure, kidney stones, cardiac arrest, and stroke due to mostly the foods
we have enjoyed over a thirty to fifty year span. How did it start? Could it be we were led down the fun food lane by our parents who decided to taste our baby food and discover how bland and tasteless it was?
They wanted us to enjoy the flavorful food they ate and changed our diets to those carb controlling, pound packing, and toxic but ever so delicious fatty foods and sugar. And yes we loved them. We loved them so much, that they became the bulk of our diet and the good food, the ones we should have
been trained to enjoy go unrecognized until years later when it is too late and we are forced to consume pills that help us process all those gut destroying fat high cholesterol edibles.
We in turn, follow the same pattern, as our parents, and soon we see those fat cells appearing on our children at a much earlier age. Fast food restaurants helped us as we needed to join the work force to become a two income family and hambugers and fries at low cost seemed to be the magic at that moment in time.
Dr. Mehmet C. Oz, M.D., the health expert appearing often on The Oprah Winfrey Show and now has his own television show on good health wrote a book on You Staying Young along with Michael F. Roizen, M.D.
Some very important tips found in this book connect to eating right and having a balanced diet. Omega-3 fatty acids found in Salmon and other fish help keep your arteries clear. Two servings of vegetables a day help with cognitive decline, and tomatoes, leafy greens, red apples, onions, and blueberries can act as antioxidants.
This book is filled with powerful persuasion to change your eating habits and not only keeps you looking and feeling young but gives you the insight to better health.
Although I will miss a hamburger topped with everything, hot fudge sundaes, fettuccine alfredo, mounds of mashed potatoes and butter, fried chicken and fries, cake and cookies, and many other tasty treats, I will keep in mind the importance of a working body that can enjoy spending times with their family and friends as opposed to visits to doctors, pharmacies, and hospitals, for ailments that can end your life early.
Enjoying an occasional unhealthy but lip smacking meal is really ok but make it a practice to choose the foods that extend your life. Afterall it is the sharing of time with loved ones that make the real difference.
"HB!"
Monday, March 21, 2011
Rethinking All Possibilities
I did it! I decided to Rethink Possible and went AT&T all the way! I went right out and got a phone of the ages and have been playing with it now for a few weeks. Part of feeling younger is not only the way you look but not being afraid to try the new, especially in technology. It's like getting into water, first the toe and when it starts to feel right you jump right in.
Jump in I did, because not only did I change my phone I changed my
TV cable company and went with Uverse as well. I was so afraid to lose my email address and learn new channels on the TV but I realize it is all in the mind. You can if you think you can! And I am so glad I did!
My Uverse TV looks great and what a plus to be able to watch what I taped
in another room. My husband is especially fond of that feature, as he doesn't have to watch the chick flicks that I often tape.
I am able to laugh with my girls and play the silly games like Angry Birds
and texting actually has become so much easier. This iphone 3G S replaces
all my misspelled words with corrections. I also can check my emails and search the web right when I need to. I can see how that could be addictive.
The world is moving forward and I started to get lost in fear. The fear that I wasn't smart enough to get it. But I was wrong, I'm getting it just fine. I may be a little slower than the young but I am not being left behind.
Rethink all possibilities and you will be amazed at how much fun it can be and how much younger you feel.
"Hurry Back!"
Jump in I did, because not only did I change my phone I changed my
TV cable company and went with Uverse as well. I was so afraid to lose my email address and learn new channels on the TV but I realize it is all in the mind. You can if you think you can! And I am so glad I did!
My Uverse TV looks great and what a plus to be able to watch what I taped
in another room. My husband is especially fond of that feature, as he doesn't have to watch the chick flicks that I often tape.
I am able to laugh with my girls and play the silly games like Angry Birds
and texting actually has become so much easier. This iphone 3G S replaces
all my misspelled words with corrections. I also can check my emails and search the web right when I need to. I can see how that could be addictive.
The world is moving forward and I started to get lost in fear. The fear that I wasn't smart enough to get it. But I was wrong, I'm getting it just fine. I may be a little slower than the young but I am not being left behind.
Rethink all possibilities and you will be amazed at how much fun it can be and how much younger you feel.
"Hurry Back!"
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