Everybody Needs a Nemesis!

I sent this email to three friends who all turn fifty this year. I will not, however, give their names.

Having hit the big 5-0 a couple of years before you, I feel a bit like an older sister and therefore capable of sharing some wisdom.

Michelle Pfeiffer and I are the same age. I discovered this upon becoming fifty. I hate her. It has nothing at all to do wither her marriage to a Hollywood legend, her beautiful family, or her fabulous career. No...my hatred has to do with the fact that she still, at the advanced age of fifty, looks like a Breck girl and could still pose as the epitome of All American beauty. So this woman that I have never met and who has no knowledge of my existence is my nemesis.



Why do I feel the need to share this information with you, my sisters? Well, everyone needs a nemesis. If you haven't yet found that special someone to hate, I would like to present to you the fifty year old Jennifer Grey dancing the Jive on DWTS.



Do you hate her yet?

Rainy Days and Mondays

I am somewhat embarrassed to write this, considering my last entry was on my annual case of birthday blues, but a friend posted this clip on Facebook and it made me remember what an amazing talent Karen Carpenter was.



The mellow tone, the soulful lyrics. I can't think of anyone who could have ever done it better.

(And at least it's not "We've Only Just Begun".

Birthday Blues

For years now, I've experienced an overwhelming sense of depression in the two weeks leading up to my birthday. It fizzles out sometime after, I've never clocked it.

I don't know if it's brought on by the fact that I am getting older and am no longer the young chick my psyche says that I am or perhaps related to the end of summer seasonal changes. Whatever the cause, it started early this year, precipitated by the death of my beloved Prissy. (I am at this very moment trying to not cry.)

Whatever the cause, I soldier on, man up, walk it off! I get by. I cry, I wallow in self-pity, I eat bad foods, and then I'm over it.

So if I seem moody, irritable, and a little sad, don't worry. I'll be back to normal soon enough. Unless this year it is all a cruel joke of menopause; if so, turn up the A/C and get used to it...GROWL!

The County Fair

I entered a jar of these in the local county fair.



Saturday, some friends and I went to the fair to check it out. It was a rinky dinky hot mess. But, in the exhibition hall we found the pickles. Ten jars were entered. Nine jars had ribbons. Any guesses on the jar without a ribbon?

I love these pickles, so I'm okay without the recognition. But it started a whole week-end of self-doubt, which brought on a serious case of the blues. I cried a lot.

I feel better now and am laughing about the pickles. Maybe not so much about the other stuff.

What A Week!

My friend Patty had to put her cat down last week. My sister had to put her 17 year old beloved dog down Friday. Of course, I am still morning the loss of Prissy.

But the really bad stuff happend yesterday.

My cousin Pat and her husband James own several business, one of which is a used car lot. A man came into the office of the car lot yesterday and shot James three times. James is in intensive care at the University hospital.

Please pray for Pat & James.

Goodbye

I'm fighting the tears as I type this. Today, I said goodbye to my pretty Prissy, my companion and comfort. I loved her dearly and truly know that she loved me. My father laughed about her dedication to me, her constant need to be touching me.


This was our first Christmas together. Look at that face!


Festive, huh?


How many cats do you know that love a bath?

She never liked to play. I remember once I spent about $12.00 on a clockwork mouse. I called her into the room, wound it up and set it on a table. She looked at the mouse, looked at me, back to the mouse, back to me. Then, while looking at me, she casually reached over, knocked the mouse off the table, and walked away.

I was going to publish the slideshow of a day in the life of Prissy, but instead, click here.

You know, remembering all of this has made me smile. I hope you don't mind.

I Really Hate To Do This...

But I need a moment to vent.

I have an infections inside my nose. It is red and swollen and hurts a bit. I look like Rudolph.

Yesterday while drying my hair, I noticed something dark, went to get a closer look, a clump of hair came off in my hand.

The cat bit me on my knuckle and my entire hand hurts.

The button popped off of the slacks I was planning to wear to work.

And I spilled cat food all over the floor.

I'm just not happy right now.