“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.”
I often babysit the neighbor’s kids or they babysit me -however you want to look at it and there is a lot I learned from watching babies, toddlers and yes, even teenagers.
I wondered if I am the only one who looks at it that way. Does not being a parent make me more of a pushover or perhaps more observant? Continue reading
I finally realized the cleaning fairy will never stop by our home and I am left with all there is to do. I am getting older, the house is not getting smaller, and it seems I am constantly running behind. I feel like I spend all of my precious free time cleaning and scrubbing the house, and I am tired of it. Continue reading
When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Continue reading
“Who in the world would ring the door bell at 6 am Sunday in the morning,” I wondered and got out of bed. Continue reading
I walked back to my seat and heard some guys behind me whistling. I had just been in the ladies room, had checked on my makeup and hair and I felt good about myself. That new, long skirt looked good on me, I was glad I had spend that money.
I lost a friend, a very good friend; just heard about it before Christmas. No, let me rephrase this. I lost one of my best friends, she died and I didn’t even know about it. I didn’t know about it, because we weren’t talking. Continue reading
Dear young one,
It’s me, your older –much older- self and that’s good news, because as of today, you will at least live to be 51. So stay in shape, you have a long road ahead of you. Continue reading
My husband is my best friend, my soul mate, the nail to my coffin. 🙂
I could write about him for hours, but I know he wouldn’t like it. He doesn’t like to be the center of attention. He is introvert and he enjoys watching the extroverts and what he sees makes him smile. So I won’t write much about him, only that he gets me, that we get each other. Continue reading