This year I decided to make it easier for you. I'm going to tell you what you should be doing in the coming year. Call it a resolution if you must. I call it good advice at rock bottom prices. Everything's for free and there is no small print. Since I'm giving it away I thought I should keep it simple. Two categories. One for the body and one for the mind. Hey, what do you want? It's free!
Use your body. That's it. How you use it is up to you. I like to dance and we all know what dancing can lead to! Do yoga, run, skip, aerobics, weights or whatever the latest fad might be in the new year. It's not about losing weight or firming up. It's about feeling good. Watch little kids at play and you'll get the idea. The look of sheer joy on their faces as they simply run around without any real point to it. The older we get the less we use our bodies and the less we use them the older we feel. Use your body!
Do something that scares you just a little bit. Challenge authority. Following people is for twitter not for your life. I probably should have been shot for that one but you get what you pay for people! Do something unexpected. That little adrenalin rush makes it all worth while. That and the look on peoples faces! It's bunjee jumping for your soul!
There are 365 brand new days just waiting for you to use them!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Have A Nice Day
I am in search of an alternative. We all say it and on some level we mean it. Why wouldn't we want someone to have a nice day or evening or week or weekend? Yet when someone who really does care about me says it, it's like fingernails on the proverbial blackboard that is my brain.
I know I know. They just want me to have a nice day which is really nice of them. Would I want my husband to drop " I love you" every time I walk out the door to go to work? No. It would become as meaningless as anything else we say routinely. Besides I prefer love be shown as well as spoken.
I don't think there is any one great alternative. I think if it's someone you care about then you should maybe give it a personal spin. If work is sucking then you can tell me "Don't let the bastards get u down" as I walk out the door. It means you know what's going on in my life. How about "I can't wait till we get back home tonight." It's nice to know someone is looking forward to seeing me. Some days I might like "Don't forget to have fun!" Those are the days I go to work as if I am walking the long green mile!
I guess all my mini rant is saying is pay attention people! Don't talk to people you care about like you're one of the pod people. This goes for me too! So thanks for listening and have a nice day!
I know I know. They just want me to have a nice day which is really nice of them. Would I want my husband to drop " I love you" every time I walk out the door to go to work? No. It would become as meaningless as anything else we say routinely. Besides I prefer love be shown as well as spoken.
I don't think there is any one great alternative. I think if it's someone you care about then you should maybe give it a personal spin. If work is sucking then you can tell me "Don't let the bastards get u down" as I walk out the door. It means you know what's going on in my life. How about "I can't wait till we get back home tonight." It's nice to know someone is looking forward to seeing me. Some days I might like "Don't forget to have fun!" Those are the days I go to work as if I am walking the long green mile!
I guess all my mini rant is saying is pay attention people! Don't talk to people you care about like you're one of the pod people. This goes for me too! So thanks for listening and have a nice day!
Monday, December 13, 2010
And Then There Was Me
Everyone and their mother is on Facebook. Facebook is not the end all of social media. Some of you are now rolling your eyes thinking to yourself "Tell me something I don't know!" Others are like " What? There's more? We can't keep up!" And then there are the rest of you who are thinking "get to the topic already!" Of course, the group known as "the rest of you" would be right.
My involvement in social media has put me face to face with other social mediaites. I now know IRL (in real life) so many of the people I initially knew only virtually. It's fun. Recently at a tweetup, I was talking to someone whom I hadn't met before but "knew"from twitter. We were chatting off to the side and she asked me "How does it feel being with all these people who are so much younger than you?" She was in the vicinity of my age. Could have been more, could have been less. I didn't ask her out right because I wasn't sure if age was a "thing" for her. But it was a good question.
Most of the people at the tweetup were in their thirties. Some, gasp, were in their twenties! And then there's me1 Well me and this other person. It's kind of interesting. Everyone knows my age. Well no one has ever asked me but they know I have grown up kids. Now there's an oxymoron for you, grownup kids! They know I relish the fact that I have my freedom back! I tend to make note of it when the talk turns to the travails of raising young kids. It was fun while it lasted but hallelujah and praise the Lord, I am done with that! I'm pretty sure they're all bright enough to do the math!
So I guess it doesn't really feel like anything. I never thought about it before she asked. I'm okay with being the elder statesman. After all, rank has it's privileges! Hey, sometimes I like to sit at the kids table! Don't let age stop you from having fun. Leave it to other people to worry about it!
My involvement in social media has put me face to face with other social mediaites. I now know IRL (in real life) so many of the people I initially knew only virtually. It's fun. Recently at a tweetup, I was talking to someone whom I hadn't met before but "knew"from twitter. We were chatting off to the side and she asked me "How does it feel being with all these people who are so much younger than you?" She was in the vicinity of my age. Could have been more, could have been less. I didn't ask her out right because I wasn't sure if age was a "thing" for her. But it was a good question.
Most of the people at the tweetup were in their thirties. Some, gasp, were in their twenties! And then there's me1 Well me and this other person. It's kind of interesting. Everyone knows my age. Well no one has ever asked me but they know I have grown up kids. Now there's an oxymoron for you, grownup kids! They know I relish the fact that I have my freedom back! I tend to make note of it when the talk turns to the travails of raising young kids. It was fun while it lasted but hallelujah and praise the Lord, I am done with that! I'm pretty sure they're all bright enough to do the math!
So I guess it doesn't really feel like anything. I never thought about it before she asked. I'm okay with being the elder statesman. After all, rank has it's privileges! Hey, sometimes I like to sit at the kids table! Don't let age stop you from having fun. Leave it to other people to worry about it!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Retrosapien?
Your closet is giving away your age. It really has nothing to do with the lack of micro minis or thigh high boots. It's not even a strictly female thing.
I literally had nothing to wear. It has come after years of subconsciously thinking that I am a monk. I don't really need anything. It's from the "everyone comes before me" phase of motherhood. That phase is over. I would still put the kids first if they needed me but I pass the torch of martyrdom to the new young moms.So now here I am with places to go and nothing to wear.
So I went shopping. As I started to look at want I want and what I need I noticed a few things. I gravitate instinctively to certain items of clothing. I do the same with my jewelry. I have every variation on the hoop earring. Anything else gets shoved to the back and ignored. It screams sixties/early seventies. Then there is the shirt I had to have. Initially when I saw it they didn't have it in my size. Ah but I was able to snatch one up at a later date. The shirt? It had a peace symbol on it made up of the prettiest teeny tiny flowers! Then there are the jeans. Straight leg and of course bell bottoms. I will be a little old lady and still be wearing them. I also have a pair of baggy overalls. I did have a pair of painters pants that disintegrated over time. You think I won't hit up a Wal-Mart for a new pair?
In my most recent shopping trip which was yesterday and so I can still remember it, I bought a sweater. Really pretty. It had a southwestern design on it. Last summer my favorite shirt was a variation on the peasant shirts of my youth. I want Frye boots this winter. I would buy a pair of construction worker boots if I could. Flannel you say? I honed in on a great plaid flannel fitted shirt. It's like radar.
I never wore those really pointy toed boots. In fact there have been years that have been like a fashion drought for me! I just never knew why. I dress like my generation. It may not be in your face hippie chic but it's definitely a big part of my wardrobe and I'm good with that. I thank God for retro and that I didn't grow up in the eighties!
I literally had nothing to wear. It has come after years of subconsciously thinking that I am a monk. I don't really need anything. It's from the "everyone comes before me" phase of motherhood. That phase is over. I would still put the kids first if they needed me but I pass the torch of martyrdom to the new young moms.So now here I am with places to go and nothing to wear.
So I went shopping. As I started to look at want I want and what I need I noticed a few things. I gravitate instinctively to certain items of clothing. I do the same with my jewelry. I have every variation on the hoop earring. Anything else gets shoved to the back and ignored. It screams sixties/early seventies. Then there is the shirt I had to have. Initially when I saw it they didn't have it in my size. Ah but I was able to snatch one up at a later date. The shirt? It had a peace symbol on it made up of the prettiest teeny tiny flowers! Then there are the jeans. Straight leg and of course bell bottoms. I will be a little old lady and still be wearing them. I also have a pair of baggy overalls. I did have a pair of painters pants that disintegrated over time. You think I won't hit up a Wal-Mart for a new pair?
In my most recent shopping trip which was yesterday and so I can still remember it, I bought a sweater. Really pretty. It had a southwestern design on it. Last summer my favorite shirt was a variation on the peasant shirts of my youth. I want Frye boots this winter. I would buy a pair of construction worker boots if I could. Flannel you say? I honed in on a great plaid flannel fitted shirt. It's like radar.
I never wore those really pointy toed boots. In fact there have been years that have been like a fashion drought for me! I just never knew why. I dress like my generation. It may not be in your face hippie chic but it's definitely a big part of my wardrobe and I'm good with that. I thank God for retro and that I didn't grow up in the eighties!
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