If you read my last post, you know that I went shopping for my birthday.
Many of you will be happy to know that I didn’t buy Uggs…but I thought you may like to know what I did buy.
I thought these shoes were a great way to call in the warm weather that I am so ready to experience once again.
My daughter saw them and said, “Janet went shopping with you didn’t she?” How did she know????
Today is my birthday…wow…how did I get so old???
I find myself wondering just what IS a woman of my age supposed to look like these days?
I remember when I turned 30 and my mother told me that I was now too old to have long hair. I laughed at her but I never could bring myself to grow my hair out again after that.
I wonder what other silly rules that I have secretly hidden in my heart. I know that my mother used to frown on women of a certain age wearing jeans and even though that doesn’t bother me…well.. as long as they are the right jeans of course…
Wow I am my mother….
This is my best friend and the other Modern Grandma….I tell her she is too old to wear Uggs…. but she just laughs at me…
Why can’t I just loosen up and enjoy life? Go a little extreme for a change…and I mean something a little more out there than painting my toe nails a color…yes folks that is really a hurdle for me.
I remember a woman who I once met….she was well in her eighties and yet so full of life. She told me that you are what ever age you feel before you look in the mirror that day and for this reason, she no longer owned any mirrors.
Has my friend already embraced this attitude about life and I am the only one that cares about the number?
Today for my birthday I’m going to head to the mall … after I throw away all the mirrors in the house… who knows…I may buy myself some Uggs…not likely…but maybe.
I was going thru some of my piles when I came across a old newpaper clipping. My mother must have cut it out years ago but now that I am about to become a grandma it was the perfect time for me to read it.
What is a Grandmother?
A grandmother is a lady who has no little children of her own. She likes other people’s. A grandfather is a man grandmother.
Grandmothers don’t have to do anything except be there. They are old, so they shouldn’t play hard or run. It is enough if they drive us to the market and have a lot of dimes ready. When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars. They never say “hurry up.” Usually grandmothers are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes. They wear glasses and funny underwear. They can take their teeth out. Grandmothers don’t have to be smart, they only have to answer questions like, “Why isn’t God married?” and “How come dogs chase cats?” When they read to us, they don’t skip lines or mind if we ask for the same story over again.
Every body should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don’t have a TV. because they are the only grown-ups who have time.
This was posted in Ann Landers many moons ago…but it made me smile…hope it did the same for you.
My daughter’s middle school basketball team went to playoffs this year so Janet and I made “Go Bags” for the entire team.
If you have a sports player I highly recommend this. The girls loved it!
Inside I put some candy, some awesome glasses and a harmonica….all bought from the dollar store. Janet claims that boys really just want the candy but the girls seemed to love the glasses most. Can’t you tell?
I am not sure how I feel about this. At first glance it seems like a good idea. This hooks your iphone to the handle of your stroller…shopping cart or bike. I could see where that could be handy, but do I really want someone to be texting during any of these times?
Shopping can be dangerous enough…in fact, I believe phones shouldn’t even work in the grocery store.
Biking…you really want to text during this? Doesn’t this rank right up there with texting and driving?
And then there is the stroller…. How many of us are guilty of talking on the phone when we are spending our “quality time” with our kids?
Maybe kids need a device so cell phones won’t work around them…then once again when a baby points to a bird it’s mother will say “Bird” instead of…”Hey, whats up?”
This may seem like a strange thing to say but…I am so happy I didn’t die yesterday.
Let me try to explain. Before I head to the store each week, I try to take inventory of my fridge. I toss the spoiled meat I never got around to cooking. I always have such great plans when I’m in the store.
I also wipe up the Kool-Aid spill that everyone is pretending they haven’t noticed all week.
Today was a cold day by Florida standards when I woke up. We don’t get many sweater days but this morning was definitely one of those days. At least until about 1:00pm. Before I changed clothes, I decided it was a great day to clean my fridge. Cleaning the fridge this time of the year can give me a real shiver…so lets just say…it has been awhile since I last gave it a thorough cleaning.
I asked my husband to get my vinegar off of the top shelf of the pantry for me. Nothing cleans better than vinegar and water. That’s when my dear husband informed me that the vinegar bottle was stuck to the top shelf.
How was I supposed to know that something had spilled up there and was now turning into concrete? I’m short.
So here we were facing today’s projects…he cleaned the pantry while I was cleaning the fridge. Lucky for us our teen was nearby to read all those ever-shrinking expiration dates.
Remember that top shelf that I can’t reach? This is what he found up there…
Yep…a brand new bottle…
Oops…check out the date.
So why am I glad I didn’t die yesterday? Because if someone else had found my mess after I was dead, all they would remember about me was my outdated jelly or the mold growing in the veggie drawer. I want to be remembered for what I have done in my life, not what I neglected to do.