"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! 

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!"

God Bless America!

                         And Our Service Men and Women Who Protect Us!

"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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