Thanksgiving and Christmas have always been my favorite holidays. As a child, gift receiving played a major role in my joy, but as I got older, the holidays reminded me of family and togetherness and of course as a woman of faith, the true reason for the season. So as I’m celebrating my 32nd Thanksgiving and Christmas season (32nd because I have no memory of the first 8), I’m beginning to feel a twinge of sadness about this time of the year. Why? Glad you asked.
It’s all become a bit too much. What’s up with Christmas decorations on store shelves next to Halloween candy in October? And how about the word “Xmas” replacing the word “Christmas” to save space. And is it my imagination or has “Black Friday” turned into “Black Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Cyber Monday and every day until Christmas?” Hold the madness people. I like to get a good bargain as much as the next person, but the commercialism of the holidays have begun to wear on me.
Continue reading Ho…Ho…Hold the madness
I know I’m way late, but why is 47 year old Demi Moore posting bikini pictures of herself on Twitter – again? And why is she dancing on stage with Snoop Doggy Dog? Side note – why is this 39-year-old man still calling himself Snoop Doggy Dogg and wearing a press and curl? But I digress. This post is about Demi Moore and why this talented woman still seems to need the affirmations of an adoring public.
My usual reaction when hearing that yet another teen or 20-something wanna-be D-lister has posted risque’ pics on Twitter or “accidentally” released a home-made porn, is to SMH and move on. It’s the age we live in and unfortunately this generation of young women seem to equate social media nakedness and sexuality with ultimate power. But wait. Demi Moore is from our generation. And she’s an A-list celebrity married to another A-list celebrity. So when I heard/saw that Demi Moore was once again jumping on the nakedness bandwagon I felt sad. Continue reading Why Demi Moore’s bikini pics made me sad – and it’s not what you think
When I launched this site I was 38. It had just dawned on me that at the rate I was going 40 wouldn’t, by any stretch of the imagination, be what I thought it would be. I started asking myself some tough questions and began examining the things in my life I was unhappy with. On Monday I asked you some of the same questions. These questions related specifically to living your dream life. What would that life look like and where would you be living it, were just two of the questions. Today I’m answering those questions myself, and the answers may surprise you…
What would you be doing? If you know anything about me you know that I love reading and writing just about anything I can get my hands on. I can spend days doing (almost) just those two things. If I could read and write for a living that’s exactly what I’d be doing right now. The truth is, reading and writing is what I spend most of my time doing, it’s just that I’m not always reading and writing the kinds of things I want to, and the making a living part has been hard to come by. In my dream world I’d be editing or writing an article/post/book while (and this is where the ‘Where would you be doing it?’ question comes into play) sitting in a cafe somewhere in Italy. Or I’d be writing about my experiences while visiting South Africa or France or *closes eyes and picks a place on a map*, on the plane ride home. Continue reading Somewhere outside a cafe in Italy…
After weeks of laying off the knee I injured in the embarrassing incident now known as The Matrix Paper Retrieval Incident (TMPRI), I finally took the old knee for a test drive. It was a short one. A one and a half mile walk, with Kingston along for support. I even prepared for it by getting myself a pair of those butt/calf toning sneakers (not the Reebok version shown in their soft-core porn ad, but a cheaper, less salacious brand), and donning a knee brace. The verdict – the walk was great – until the day after. My knee, sadly, is not back to its pre-Matrix-move state, and my walks, which had gotten up to five times per week, will probably only be two to three times weekly for the next few months. It’s a fork in the road to fitness I hadn’t expected.
It’s ironic that just before the TMPRI, I’d decided that since so much of what happens to us in life seem out of our control – jobs, lay-offs, the economy – we should take ownership of the things we actually can control. Eating and exercising was at the top of my “Things I can control” list. Or so I thought. The next day I broke the record for the most embarrassing knee injury story ever. Coincidence? I’m not sure.
Continue reading On the road again
I’m not talking about the time of day immediately following sunset – although I’m a fan of that too. I’m talking about the hugely popular teen-vampire-werewolf romance novel series that’s taken over the world. There’s more. I’ve read all 4 books in the series, seen all 3 movies, and enjoyed them all. There. I said it. Yes, I really am 40 years old. No, I don’t have any teenagers in the house. And you know what, as long as I’m confessing, I should also let you know that I’m keeping a close eye on the 2-part movie finale that’s currently in production. Too far? Trust me, my head is hung low and I am sufficiently ashamed. And even though I understand that Stephenie Meyer is no Tolstoy, I’m way “too old” for this, and vampires are not supposed to sparkle – ever – none of that tempers my enthusiasm for the books and the movies. (Image: Twilight Book Series)
Continue reading Embarrassing Confessions: I like Twilight