IT'S NOT A PRETTY PICTURE

...getting old that is. After years away from the health club, I rejoined, but not happily. You see, my husband (who LOVES exercise) wanted to join the club. It was cheaper to have me rejoin and bring him in as a member than to have him join as a new member. So here I am, the very reluctant exerciser. It's month to month, so I only have to pay for one month and then I can drop out.

The women at the club are mostly young and fit. They arrive wearing make-up and fancy tight fitting workout clothes. I feel like an aged beached whale. Clearly, this is not good for my self esteem. But, I'll do it for a month (I'll be out of town for a week of it). I can't stand wasting the $$$$.

Here's the real depressing part. I've gained about 3 pounds since I've started. Don't tell me it's muscle, it's fat.

Now here's the good part. The locker room is a wonderful place to learn about the new plastic surgeries (there are some we don't want to know about) and what these ladies lives are about (you can't imagine).

Stay posted.....

I'm Back!

It's been a hell of a month or so. Everything was turned upside down. Just wading my way out of a lot of disasters. No sense posting whiny blogs...too boring.

Also, my daughter's barbs have been directed elsewhere. How can I defend myself without an attack????

How weird is it for a mother and daughter to do this sorting out with blogs. In case anyone out there (all 3 readers????) take these hi-tech fisticuffs too seriously, be warned that we start with some truth and run with it. It's just too much fun this way.

I Hope She Takes Her Computer!

My daughter is going away for a week. If she doesn't take her computer, we will have to put these dueling blogs on hold for a week. This is truly an insane way to communicate with your family, but I'm hooked.

Now let's get something straight about hippie parenting. I was too old to be a hippie. Except for the five years I took off from work to try to be a mother, I was a working stiff all day and went to school some nights and summers. I was trying to get more credits to boost my salary. Hippies didn't do that.

Actually, I was jealous. I was a wanna-be...a spectator. I had too many responsibilities. I was just loosey-goosey on weekends and free time.

Yes, I believed that if you couldn't pronounce it, you shouldn't eat it. That kind of got blown away with the Mrs. Gooch's and MM scandal, but that's another chapter.

I have to agree that you did not have a typical upbringing...think about the police digging up yards around the corner from our house looking for dead rabbits. What's a kid supposed to think about that?

I'm truly sorry for the past. I was trying to be different from my parents. I think you are doing a much, much better job than I did...and that's the truth.

Keep it up and stay married.

Our Virtual Family

Check this out:


http://suedoenim.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html

My Daughter's Blog

Check out my daughter's blog at:

http://suedoenim.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html

You'll understand my Mea Culpa if you read her blog about denial. Maybe we should write a book?

Mea Culpa

This is a response to my daughter's blog about DENIAL.

So I sewed clothes and drank jug wine. It was the beach. It was the 70's. Less dangerous than some of the things you did.

Oh, and about the house with the seance, it was up for sale. It was a beautiful house. I just should have had it exorcised.

What you forgot to mention is that in that tony little neighborhood our neighbors were worthy of a book or two. On one side lived a black woman (probably the only black in our town) running a house of prostitution and on the other side was a raging communist whose husband died in the Spanish Civil War.

Beat the house before that where our neighbor was a convicted murderer who left his country to escape jail. Odd thing about it all....they were all wonderful neighbors.

Life and Death

Death---too many life and death issues for too many people I know these past two weeks. Life is unfair, but not to me. My husband played Russian Roulette (not with a gun) with his life and and got lucky. He's still here.

Life---Meet my grandkids. Thing One will hereafter referred to as TWMLE (The World's Most Lovable Extortionist) and Thing Two hereafter known as MM (Mystery Man). They are life.

More to follow....