Thursday, December 31, 2009
I ran across this picture of me and my oldest son Eric, when he was 6 months old. This was my "hippy" stage: hence, the wire-frame glasses, the straight hair with the center part.
About this time, Eric, his Dad, and I lived in a tent for six weeks at the Stafford Springs Campground in Connecticut, while his Dad finished up his Master's Degree in summer school at Western New England College in Springfield, Massachusetts.
Imagine it: two adults and a six-month old baby living in a tent. His father and I had never been camping before in our lives; it was the most economical way for my ex to finish his degree. We owned a home in Maine, but had only one car. We couldn't afford to rent an apartment and make payments on our home, too; and I didn't want to stay in Maine by myself with a baby and no wheels. We had no close friends or relatives nearby, as we had moved to Maine less than a year prior.
In the end, I loved camping--my ex hated it. Eric and I got tan playing in the lake mornings, and I read several books in the afternoons while Eric napped. We had no TV, and of course back then personal computers were practically non-existant. Half-way through the six weeks, we left the tent and stayed in a hotel for a weekend. We gloried in the comfort of a real bed for a couple of nights, instead of sleeping on the ground in sleeping bags, and I was able to take a bubble bath, instead of a quick shower in the campsite bath facilities.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, the first night that we actually had the tent erected and moved in, the rain started, and it rained for ten straight days! We had to dig a trench around the tent so the water wouldn't go under it and make it squishy. (This could have contributed to my ex's extreme distaste for camping!)
My spirits were not dampened however; I went on to camp in that tent many more times over the years with my sons, although their dad never did sleep in the tent again!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Is once again here.
Where, oh where, did the time go?
2009 went by
In the blink of an eye.
Here comes the 2010 show!
I fear I may swoon;
No way can I keep up this pace!
I need time to prepare:
Once a good looking broad
My youth, though well spent,
I try to bear my age with class.
With each passing decade
For we have no idea how
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
It's actually been quite a year for all of us. We had a history making election on the home front; lots of things going on! Here's a look at the happenings of 2009!
Monday, December 28, 2009
This is the time of year when one bares one's soul and looks back at the resolutions one didn't keep in 2009 and starts listing the New Year's Resolutions for 2010.
Lets see. I could resolve to:
Eat less chocolate this year.
Exercise more this year.
Keep my house immaculate this year.
Spend less time on my computer this year.
I could resolve to do all those things;
Nah! Not gonna' happen!
Wow, that was strenuous! I think I'd better grab a piece of chocolate and curl up in my recliner with my laptop!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
It doesn't surprise me that he would be volunteering; he has a heart the size of Alaska! A semi-retired entrepreneur, besides volunteering for the holiday meal at the Elks Lodge, he also delivers Meals-On-Wheels to the elderly in the area each week.
I say he's semi-retired, because he owned and operated a successful plumbing and heating business for many years, until he decided to retire and sold the business. Not one to sit at home, he always has some building projects of some sort brewing. I marvel at his energy; he's a true inspiration. I won't disclose his age, but I will admit that I'm 65 and there are 3 more siblings between us in age, so he's MUCH older than I am, although he doesn't look it. I'm proud to be able to talk about this great person and be able to say, "He's my brother!"
I am late with my post today because I have been trying to figure out how to upload a video to my blog. It turns out said video is a power point presentation, and I can't figure out if there's a way to change it to a format that will upload to my blog. Apparently Blogger does not support power point presentations.
I have browsed the help area and it hasn't been that helpful! I know there must be a way to convert the presentation to another format, but I am not techno-literate enough to understand it. I really wish blogger help had an 800 number so that you could talk to a live person. Remember, I'm the person who learned how to type on a manual typewriter. I was middle-aged before I first saw a computer!
I am frustrated, because I have this really beautiful, inspiring slide show I'd like to share, and I just can't seem to figure out how to do it. If there is someone out there who knows how to do this, I would love to have them walk me through it over the phone. I have free unlimited long distance service within the US, so I would be glad to call you, so there would be no phone cost involved for you. Please let me know through email if you can help! email@example.com Thanks in advance for your help, and for now guys, all I can say is hope you had a great day yesterday, and I'll keep working on this. I really would like to share this presentation with everyone!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
By the way, I seem to have upset someone with my post yesterday. Since it was my 216th post and it's the first time I've received negative feedback, I guess I should count MY blessings. Now I suppose someone will be offended by this Christian post. Let me say in advance, I do not in general put religious items on my blog--however, feel sentiments in this one are non-denominational. I apologize in advance if I'm politically incorrect. (Of course, there is a choice at the very top of the blog that anyone offended can use: It's called Next Blog!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Tiger Woods Holiday Poem
Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of the house
Tiger Woods came a flyin' . . . chased by his spouse.
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too merry,
Cause a bimbo’s phone number was in his Blackberry.
He’d been cheatin' on Elin, and the story progressed.
Woman after woman stepped up and confessed.
He’d been cheatin’ with Holly, and Jaimee, and Cori,
With Joselyn, and Kalika . . . the world had the story.
From the top of the Tour to the basement of blues,
Tiger’s sad sordid tale was all over the news.
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
When not in their pants, he was sendin' them texts.
Despite all his cryin’ and beggin' and pleadin',
Tiger’s wife went investin' . . . a new home in Sweden .
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
"If you’re gettin' laid then I’m gettin' paid."
She’s not pouting, in fact, she is of jolly good cheer,
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Ever since the very first tales of Santa began,
All have assumed that Santa’s a man.
Listen here: You may find it odd—
But I’m willing to bet that Santa’s a broad!
The gifts kids receive---all picked by a guy?
The same species that’s been known to buy
Their holiday gifts on Christmas Eve?
A plan-ahead- dude is hard to believe!
I suppose the elves could do all that wrapping—
We know for sure, a guy would be napping.
Would then he deliver his selections,
Without stopping once to ask for directions?
Fat chance of that, I would have to say;
With no GPS until recent day!
Do you know any man who’d admit being lost?
They’re way too stubborn, regardless the cost!
Then there’s the usual cookies and milk—
Would most guys be happy with things of that ilk?
No, I think not. Here’s what I fear,
If Santa’s a man, he’d want pretzels and beer!
Just give it some thought
And I’m sure you’ll agree:
No way it’s a man—
Santa must be a SHE!
(an original poem by Eva Gallant)
Friday, December 18, 2009
There was a time when that would have been the case. But now, thanks to technology, he can kick back and relax longer. With his cell phone, he can keep in contact with those elves, and thanks to Skype, he can see just what's going on back there in winter wonderland while he sips that Mai Tai in his hammock on the beach. WiFi--what an invention! He can keep an eye on Rudolph and the rest of his four-legged transportation specialists, too,
But don't you worry--he'll be back on the job any day now, assuming his flight back isn't on Northwest Airlines. They could miss the North Pole completely and land somewhere in Siberia! (That's if the pilots nap time or video game time conflicts with the flight.) No... I trust that come Christmas Eve, he'll be suited up, buckled in, and ready to roll! (or fly!) The question is: will you be ready for him? Ho! Ho! Ho!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Winter presents special challenges to those who just can't stand the cold. Is there someone like that on your list? If you can't afford to buy him or her an airline ticket to someplace warm, how about this really comfy, toasty, sweater? It's guaranteed to please that person who's prone to goose-bumps!
Maybe you have a friend or relative on your list who's headed somewhere tropical for the winter, but is a little shy about strangers seeing them in a skimpy swimsuit. This beachwear for prudes could be just what you-ve been seeking!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
~Your kids are becoming you...and you don't like them
...but your grandchildren are perfect!
~Going out is good.
Coming home is better!
~When people say you look "Great"...
they add "for your age!"
~When you needed the discount you paid full price.
Now you get discounts on everything ...movies, hotels,flights.
~You forget names ... but it's OK
because other people forgot they even knew you!!!
~The 5 pounds you wanted to lose
is now 15 and you have a better chance of losing your keys than the 15 pounds.
~You realize you're never going
to be really good at anything ... especially golf.
~Your husband is counting on you
to remember things you don't remember.
~The things you cared to do, you don't care to do,
but you care that you don't care to do them anymore.
~Your husband sleeps better on a lounge chair
with the TV blaring than he does in bed. It's called his "pre-sleep".
~Remember when your mother said "Wear clean underwear in case you GET in an accident"?
Now you bring clean underwear in case you HAVE an accident!
~You used to say, "I hope my kids GET married ....
Now, "I hope they STAY married!"
~You miss the days when everything worked
with just an "ON" and "OFF" switch.
~When GOOGLE, ipod, email, modem .....
were unheard of and a mouse was something that made you climb on a table.
~You use more 4 letter words ......
~Now that you can afford expensive jewelry,
it's not safe to wear it anywhere.
~Your husband has a night out with the guys
but he's home by 9:00 P.M ...next week it will be 8:30 P.M.
~You read 100 pages into a book before you realize you've read it before.
~Notice everything they sell in stores is "sleeveless"?!!!
~What used to be freckles are now liver spots.
~Now that your husband has retired ...
you'd give anything if he'd find a job!
~You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet ....
2 of which you will never wear.
~~~~But old is good in some things:
And best of all
Monday, December 14, 2009
The F-problem can cause great inconvenince as well. On December 6, 2006, an American Airlines flight was forced to make an emergency landing when flight attendants smelled smoke. A resulting search and interrogation of passengers resulted in a female admitting to having lit a couple of matches to cover the odor of her passed gas. (Talk about dropping the F-bomb!)
There are products available on the market that eliminate fart odor. The website http://www.takeawhiff.com/ offers such a product. (I apologize for having used the four-letter F-word!) I felt I should share that information, so no one else 'lights up" while in the skies!
The sad news I have for all you young 'uns out there is that as we age, flatulence becomes more of a problem. Foods that may have had little or no effect on you in your youth may not be tolerated by your digestive system as easily, and your intestines have a way of making their discomfort known.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
I have a turkey in the oven baking this morning; Hey, at 40 cents a pound, I can eat turkey again this soon after Thanksgiving and not mind a bit. I love the smell of turkey baking. It's a comforting smell, especially when the. wind is rattling the window panes (not literally, but I liked the way that sounded). Whoops..that was close to whining. . .Sorry!
I want to thank those of you who have signed my guestbook, and if you haven't signed it yet, please scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page and do so. I love the way it shows me on the map where you are. More than 30 of you have signed, so far, and I'd love to see more. You may enjoy just looking at the guestbook. Some bloggers kindly included their pictures, so I could put a face with the name and location.
That's all I have today...must go make stuffing and other fixin's to go with the turkey. (and find that good book to read!) Thanks for stopping by!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
This was a younger, skinnier me somewhere in the early to middle 1990s. I don't remember when or even where this was taken. My sister says I need to eat more blueberries! (to improve my memory!) Get a load of those earings!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Well, I got my goodies yesterday! I love them. Patty at Blessings Beyond was my secret swapper. We were asked to reveal a little about ourselves in an email to Valerie so she could pass the info on to our secret swapper.
I was so excited when I received two packages today! I immediately hung them on my tree and photographed them so I could share my excitement with you!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I know that most of the letters you get are from people listing things they want you to bring to them on Christmas. That must get old after a while. . .letter after letter, year after year, "Gimme, gimme, gimme!". I thought maybe you would like a change of pace this year, so I'm writing this letter listing things I want to give you. I'm not saying you have to take these on Christmas Day, either. You can work at your leisure and tend to them anytime during 2010. I will list them in the order of their importance, for your added convenience.
First, I would like to give you the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq Do you think you could just pack all that dissention and violence in your sleigh and dispose of it, so all the troops serving there can come safely home to their families? I can assure you that Al Quida and the Taliban will not be missed.
World hunger is another item you can pack on your sleigh. If there's a way you could put an end to that, a lot of empty stomachs would be relieved. I'll admit, I'm not sure if that's one you could accomplish with out a "gimme." It may mean finding a way to feed all those people, but I'm sure if you put your elves on it, they could come up with a plan.
Then there's domestic violence. If you could find a way to remove the anger and hate that brews among family members and couples, so that the only things left would be love, understanding, and tolerance--now that would be a great help.
Okay, now my gifts to you take on a more personal note; if you could find your way clear to take those extra pounds that seem to have piled on these bones of mine over the past 20 years, and maybe a few of the wrinkles and gray hairs that have also accumulated, I'd be totally appreciative!
I know I'm offering some pretty big items, but any of the above that you could see your way clear to pile on your sleigh and take with you could make a big difference in many lives in the coming year. And instead of milk and cookies, I'll leave beer and pretzels for you. Deal?
Monday, December 7, 2009
I knew I could, I knew I could, I knew I could, I knew I could! This is my 200th post! Just chug, chugging along! It's been great, and I plan to hang around a while longer!
And all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our punch bowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
A bed sock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmassy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.
The bedpans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter.
A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
'Fore long you'll be with us; we wish you the best.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Blissed Out Grandma!
And for those of you who didn't win, but really would like a copy of this calendar for yourself or to give as a fun Christmas or other Holiday gift to a friend or family member, you can order one on line at the York Chamber of Commerce webswite. Thank you to all who participated!
I wistfully wave and watch them go, sometimes wishing that I could afford to do the same. The prospect of paying rent or mortgage on two homes for the winter is just not within my reach. I know, I should have planned better, saved more, worked harder, whatever. Too late now.
I'll just have to content myself with the knowledge that while they are lounging by the pool, or sipping pina coladas under the palms, I will be watching the wonders of winter: Snowflakes turning everything pure white, kids sledding and constructing snow men, snowblowers creating drifts as they clear driveways---
You're not buying it, are you? Me neither!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Because it was on last night, I thought I would do a rerun today of an old post I did back last summer. I had fewer followers then, so maybe some of you haven't seen it. If you have, I apologize, and hope maybe you'll enjoy it again:
We need a more mature version of Victoria's Secret. There should be a retail outlet where those of us who don't have the body of a Playboy centerfold can shop for pretty undies with confidence.
Just because our boobs are more bountiful than bodacious, and 0ur fannies are more flagrant than fetching, doesn't mean we want to cover them in common cotton! Are silk and satin only available in small swatches?
I propose a "Big Booty Boutique;"
A store with yards of lace and satin so sleek,
And generously sized lingerie that holds everything in--
With funhouse mirrors that make us look thin!
A store where never, never would a clerk
Smaller than a size 26 be hired to work!
At the door they would greet us grandly,
With lots of Champagne and Lindt Chocolate candy;
They would coo, "Ooh" and "Ah" at how lovely we look
As they hurried to help us with each snap and hook.
The only problem would be when we got home and took stock,
Of ourselves in the mirror, we'd be in for a shock!
(an original poem by Eva Gallant)
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I hope everyone has a wonderful day.