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Sunday, March 28th, 2010

 I went to an 80’s dance last night.  It was with a group from work, that insisted I go.  Something about me being stuck in the house for too long.  Whatever…………….

First off, I want to point out I think I was one of the oldest people there.  I felt like a chaperon at my daughters middle school dance.  Many of the kids were dressed up and decked out with their big hair, torn sweatshirt draped precisely off the shoulder and skin tight black leather pants. (Sigh…..I remember wearing those).

After listeneing to the music and watching them dance (yes, I did get up there and show them some moves), I came to the earth-shattering conclusion that I really don’t like 80’s music. It is headbanging, loud, screechy, with not a slow romantic song in the bunch.

Ok, I am sure all of you 30ish and 40ish year old readers are about ready to lynch me, I know……………but I gotta tell you 70’s is where it was at.  Our lyrics had meaning (except that Jeremiah bullfrog thing), slow songs and slow dancing were so very  sexy (we wrapped ourselves around our partners to the point sometimes we needed to be hosed down), and disco turned even the mildest mannered individual into a sex appeal oozing John Travolta!

So,  last night after trying to figure out how to dance to “She Blinded Me With Science”, “Red, Red Wine” and “Walk Like An Egyptian”, and searching for the deep social messages in “We’re Not Gonna Take It” and “Janie’s Got A Gun”, I decided to take a trip back in time and find some 70’s tunes, just to show you all out there what I am taking about.

 

 

Of course, I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Toni Basil’s  1982 hit “Hey Mickey”. 

 

 

 

 

What Time is It?

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

I have been giving this alot of thought lately, and decided maybe it was time for me to start dating again.

There have been opportunities, but I seem to shy away from interested men and find all kinds of excuses not to go out.  My family feels I should go out and have a good time.  As my mother said, “You couldn’t do any worse than Pond Scum (My ex).”  She does have a point.

But, things have changed so much since my last dating frenzy, and there are days I feel I am truly too old for this world. And Cosmo magazine (where i used to get my advise years ago) doesn’t seem to fit your average 58 year old!

I don’t know…………….dating is so much work the more I think about it……….

I really don’t feel like having to start shaving my legs every day again.

 

ROAD TRIP

Thursday, March 18th, 2010

 

A few months ago my sister and a good friend of ours decided to take a spur of the moment vacation.  Our destination……………San Francisco.  The air fare was cheap and we were able to stay at a 5 star hotel for a great price. It was destiny! Kismet, I tell you!

My sister and I travel great together, so we were hoping our friend would roll with things, too.  She was quite agreeable as long as she could carry around a loaf of sourdough bread and a tub of butter!  She tends to get cranky if she is not fed regularly. My sister and I just rolled our eyes and pictured how ridiculous she was going to look.

I had no idea what to expect on this trip, as I had never been to California. 

 

There was not one part of SF I didn’t love………The Golden Gate Bridge, Union Square, Fisherman’s Warf (Irish coffee…yum!), Ghirardelli Square (need I say more?), Trolley, Muir Woods, Sausalito (I know my next husband was there, but he didn’t happen to come out of his house while I was there…………..his loss)………..

The shopping was great. …………….just ask my credit card.   This vacation was the greatest spur of the moment I had done in a long time.

I guess I have to  admit………….as ‘county bumpkin’ as it may have looked, I certainly did enjoy my share of sourdough bread chunks!

But I will never admit it to my friend…………….

Repairs

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

 

I ended up having knee surgery last month.  I could barely walk the pain was so bad, and I was reduced to wearing “sensible” shoes! Gasp!!!

That was the only reason I agreed to the surgery.  I could not be without my diva shoes any longer.  So, surgery was a success, and I only had to take one day off work.  It was hard to walk the next day, so I borrowed my mother’s walker to help me get around. (I have seen my future, and it is not pretty).

My grandaughters Diva and Drama Queen had a ball racing around the house with this new wheeled contraption at Grandma’s.  When they came over the next week, they asked if I still had the walker.  I told them that I returned it to Great Grandma.

Diva pouted. “But, we wanted to play old lady……………….we were going to be 39 years old!”

I don’t even want to know what they call me………………………..