The exact yoga pose that I practice each morning... just not as eloquently. My weary mornings begin at 6 AM. Well, 6:05 really. I hate o’clocks (:00). They are too round of a number or dictative or something. While I know that my wake-up call could be much earlier as it is with some others, …
Tag: Middle-age
Drooling Over Myself Decades Later
As a child, I used to watch my parents fall asleep in their rocking chairs after dinner. I could never figure out how they could sleep sitting upright like that, heads dangling, often snoring which never worked out well for TV watching for us kids. That was okay though, because their nap time equalled more …
Are We Really Turning Into Our Parents?
What do rising meat prices and falling asleep in a rocker have in common? Well, they are two subjects that I SWORE as a kid I would either never a) discuss or b) find myself doing and yet here I am. Proud owner of both. But that's just it...I'm not exactly happy about it. The …
45 Years of Wisdom Speaking, If You’d Care to Listen In…
I am in my 45th year of experience here in this world of ours and I'd like to think that I know a little something about something. Well, sometimes, anyway;-). There are moments in time when I will admit that it is hard to believe that me, little Sue of the family (the youngest and …
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Gray Roots
My Gray Roots are showing through, Colour-Me-Blonde in a week or two, My gray roots are showing through, Doesn't seem to matter what I do. My gray roots are showing through, Wiry hairs causing one BIG hullabaloo! My gray roots are showing through, Time to throw an overt coup, My gray roots are showing through, "Silver it is, …
Your Opinion, Please
Upon first sighting, you might think that I am going to open up the well-known butter versus margarine debate and ask you to weigh in on the matter to see whether or not we agree or disagree with each other. And, that would be a most reasonable conclusion given the above picture. While I would …
My Not-So-Stylish Confession
Well, my friends....today is it! I can hardly believe that I have reached this precipice, but I have. It seems to have come far too soon. Afterall, it feels like it was not all that long ago when I was criticizing others for what I am about to confess. Not in a mean way, of …
