Wednesday, January 31, 2024
What I Buy Wednesday
Tuesday, January 30, 2024
Travel Tuesday
Monday, January 29, 2024
Me on Monday
Public Service Announcement for the Aging!
Signs of aging nobody tells you about:
*No one tells you about the effects of gravity.
*No one tells you that the floor is going to be closer than before and trying to pull you down.
*No one tells you that when you land on the floor, it’s going to be oh so much harder to get up.
*No one tells you that when you are dancing and spinning, that gravity will keep you spinning until you fall down making it that much harder to get back up. No alcohol needed.
*No one tells you that your eyelids will disappear making eye shadow unnecessary unless you want blue eyebrows!
*No one tells you that your eyelashes start to fall out and re-root on your chin.
*No one tells you that the plumpness of your cheeks re-locates to your neck.
*No one tells you that your upper lip will start to disappear.
*No one tells you that your lipstick will pool in the corner of your mouth making you look like the old lady that you actually are.
*No one tells you that your lipstick will bleed into the lines around your lips. Heck no one tells you that you will actually get lines around your lips.
*No one tells you that things on the inside of your body will start to shift downward. ‘Nuff said. If you know, you know.’
*No one tells you that getting in and out of the tub will be so hard. Not good for a bath lover.
*No one tells you that if you use bath oil, you’ll be stuck in the tub until the second coming!
*No one tells you that your armpits reposition to the inside of your upper arm.
*No one tells you that your b**bs are going to drift down to your waist.
*No one tells you that your knee cap skin starts heading south.
*No one tells you that your toes take on new shapes.
*No one tells you that the holes in your pierced ears will be harder to find. Apparently they moved too.
*No one tells you that each day is a brand new discovery!
No one tells you that you are on your own navigating all of the things!
Basically no one tells you anything.
Saturday, January 27, 2024
Scrapbook Saturday
This is Susan's layout. I love all of her fabulous old pictures.
Nancy made the kits and question this month: "Did Santa bring your gifts wrapped or unwrapped?" I always envy the old pictures that everyone else seems to have.
This is Karolyn's page.
Friday, January 26, 2024
Thursday, January 25, 2024
Five Things Thursday
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
Tuesday Thoughts a Day Late
I know everything is about gender equality these days. Whatever a man can do, a woman can do too. But I have a serious question. Why would they want to?
I grew up in a traditional large family. Mom, dad, 7 kids. Lest you forget, I’m the oldest. Dad worked hard while mom—-working no less hard—stayed home, cooking, cleaning and doing laundry without many of the time-saving conveniences we have today. It was a hard, full-time job for her. My memories of her are always either washing dishes or standing in front of the washing machine.
Girls did the inside work while the boys—at the time—just my dad and brother—did the outside work which also included the basement. Basically, the really un-fun stuff: taking out the trash, taking out the garbage (no disposals then), cleaning the basement, shoveling dog ****, mowing the lawn, raking leaves and shoveling snow.
We girls did the dishes. That doesn’t sound like a lot, but it was when you have a big family. Since the twins and I couldn’t work together without fighting, we each had to take a week at a time: setting the table, clearing the table, washing the dishes, scrubbing pots and pans (no non-stick back then and EVERYTHING stuck to those awful pans--there was no soaking allowed!), drying the dishes and putting them away for 3 meals a day. Okay, if it was during the school year that only meant dinner. It was a terrible job--it took more than an hour. Plus, even though you only had to do it once every three weeks, you would think that was easy. But it sure seemed like your turn rolled around awfully darn fast!!
Still, I would rather have had the girls job. That is still true today. There are just some things that boys should do and girls should not have to do. Like: cleaning out clogged drains, un-stopping nasty, stopped up toilets and a myriad of assorted outside related jobs which includes hauling wood. And that's what got me thinkin'.
I have never hauled wood in my life---until this week. Butch does a very good job of keeping our wood bin filled. But, he's sick. He got it from me, so I guess it's only fair that I should have to do his job. I've never had to do it before. It's a terrible job. I can only carry 3 logs at a time. That's a lot of heavy lifting and back and forth for this aging gal. I made 4 trips from the wood pile to the garage which is about 50 yards (okay, that's an exaggeration but it felt like that)! I made a final trip all the way in the house. I love a fire. I think I've mentioned before that we have one twice a day---morning and night. On the weekends, it's just about non-stop. That's a lot of wood hauling. When I was finished, I was kind of sweaty and my back hurt.
All I've got to say is: "Thank you, Butch!" I'm a strong female, but I don't want your job---not any of them.Monday, January 22, 2024
Me On Monday
...underneath is a heat vent which makes this spot particularly toasty.
Saturday, January 20, 2024
Scrapbook Saturday
I like to do this all the time. When I pre-plan, I can make better use of little snippets of time--crop photos, do the journaling, make the title, etc.