"da-da da-da da-da da da ... we're gonna have a good time ..." I'm headed to Washington, DC tomorrow to meet with my two sisters (and their good friend), to celebrate my oldest sister's 60th birthday. I know, 60 - kind of depressing. Thank goodness I've got more than 5 years before I have to do THAT. But we're going to have SO MUCH FUN. Seriously, walk into a Hallmark store and pick out one of those cards where there are 4 old ladies doing really fun, crazy stuff - and that's us.
My camera is going, so there WILL be pictures.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Evils of Golfing
I'm beginning to think that's what I should have entitled this blog as I sure seem to talk about it quite frequently. Today I almost wanted to smack one of the ladies I played with. In Big Girl golf, you have to keep track of your putts. I have trouble keeping track of most anything (as you know from prior posts) so I invested in a golf counter. It's a small white device I attach to my glove via velcro. After each hit, I turn the dial. And then once I get to the green, I stop turning and attempt to remember putts, which quite frankly is not THAT hard to do. Twice today, this lady said, "Are you sure?" She wasn't doubting my total score, just the number of putts, I guess because she thought - well heck, I'm not even sure what she thought. I just wanted to say, "Why do you care? Do I win a prize? If so, I'd be more than happy to give it to you. And how 'bout MYOB, be-otch!" Thank goodness there was another lady, who supported me on my putt memory. Good grief!
Monday, January 26, 2009
I won, I won!
There are advantages to being the worst golfer in the Big Girls golf, especially in an Eclectic tournament. I get LOTS of strokes, which is why I came in 4th place in the tournament. I ended up being paired with the same person, and she's really nice PLUS a great golfer. The good news is that I DID contribute. But I also whiffed 3 times! So embarrassing!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Tournament Bound
As I've mentioned before, Tuesday is Big Girl golf. Tomorrow and Wednesday involve a tournament, and I'm playing in it. It's called an "Eclectic" tournament which puts a good golfer with a not-so good one, and by now you know which of those is me. The first day you play and score as usual. You combine your net scores and then on the second day, you play to try and improve. If you don't improve, you just keep the score you had for that hole from the previous day.
I was kind of nervous about being paired with this one particular player that I've never even met. But I've seen her, and she pretty much ignores me. But I'm told she's just "different" - like a blonde living in her own little world. Call it uppity, or different - neither characteristic made me comfortable. Plus Alice got paired with her last year and told me it was not the most pleasant experience for her.
When the draw was done two days ago, I stopped by the pro shop and learned I was paired with someone I've met at an exercise class, and I was thrilled. But then yesterday I found out they're going to have to re-draw, because 3 players have dropped out. Now I don't find out who I'm paired with until tomorrow, which will be too late to back out. Nah, I wouldn't do that anyway as it's not my nature. My good friend, who is also a good golfer, told me that most of the good golfers will be happy to find out they're paired with me because I get lots of strokes, due to my high handicap. So stay tuned . . .
PS: I had my husband give me a sand lesson and when we played yesterday, I got in the same sand trap as the one from the other day that took 7 strokes to get out. I was out in 1. WOOHOO!
I was kind of nervous about being paired with this one particular player that I've never even met. But I've seen her, and she pretty much ignores me. But I'm told she's just "different" - like a blonde living in her own little world. Call it uppity, or different - neither characteristic made me comfortable. Plus Alice got paired with her last year and told me it was not the most pleasant experience for her.
When the draw was done two days ago, I stopped by the pro shop and learned I was paired with someone I've met at an exercise class, and I was thrilled. But then yesterday I found out they're going to have to re-draw, because 3 players have dropped out. Now I don't find out who I'm paired with until tomorrow, which will be too late to back out. Nah, I wouldn't do that anyway as it's not my nature. My good friend, who is also a good golfer, told me that most of the good golfers will be happy to find out they're paired with me because I get lots of strokes, due to my high handicap. So stay tuned . . .
PS: I had my husband give me a sand lesson and when we played yesterday, I got in the same sand trap as the one from the other day that took 7 strokes to get out. I was out in 1. WOOHOO!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Facial hair at 50+ for a woman is just as annoying as pubic hair at any age! Sometimes, I just want to say to God, "What were you thinking?" Why do we need this?
And at 50+ it all intensifies - well maybe 40ish for the pubes. It starts growing down your legs and you find yourself having to shave in places you never dreamed of going. Or you go to places you never dreamed of going - like salons that will wax it off (although I've not yet done that). But I HAVE resorted to utilizing dog shears - They work well, and it's quick. Just close all doors and hike your leg over a wastebasket. Then hope like heck, your child or hubby doesn't enter. And be careful - it's a sensitive area.
Now back to the chin. I have a sister who just shaves it off. Has done it for years, and says it works great. I've tried it. But I still notice little black nubs, which bug the heck out of me, so I pluck. But then it breaks just right below the skin surface, so I pretty much dig, trying again. And in the end, it looks like I have a severe case of acne. Disgusting, I know. I believe I mentioned having many hang-ups in my first post, along with spelling issues.
I've been somewhat fortunate that my mustache hair has been blonde, and not too thick - unless you're really "in my face" - such as my hairdresser. My hairdresser happens to be my daughter. So she decided I needed my "stache" waxed. "Hells Bells!" is all I can say to that. It hurts, big time! And although I let her do it, I still complain. I can't even imagine a bikini wax. I'd have to be put out. Think I'll stick with the shears.
And at 50+ it all intensifies - well maybe 40ish for the pubes. It starts growing down your legs and you find yourself having to shave in places you never dreamed of going. Or you go to places you never dreamed of going - like salons that will wax it off (although I've not yet done that). But I HAVE resorted to utilizing dog shears - They work well, and it's quick. Just close all doors and hike your leg over a wastebasket. Then hope like heck, your child or hubby doesn't enter. And be careful - it's a sensitive area.
Now back to the chin. I have a sister who just shaves it off. Has done it for years, and says it works great. I've tried it. But I still notice little black nubs, which bug the heck out of me, so I pluck. But then it breaks just right below the skin surface, so I pretty much dig, trying again. And in the end, it looks like I have a severe case of acne. Disgusting, I know. I believe I mentioned having many hang-ups in my first post, along with spelling issues.
I've been somewhat fortunate that my mustache hair has been blonde, and not too thick - unless you're really "in my face" - such as my hairdresser. My hairdresser happens to be my daughter. So she decided I needed my "stache" waxed. "Hells Bells!" is all I can say to that. It hurts, big time! And although I let her do it, I still complain. I can't even imagine a bikini wax. I'd have to be put out. Think I'll stick with the shears.
Sleepless in Sugar Land
I am SO tired of waking up every night. This is even worse than when I had a newborn. Mine only woke up once, and then again early in the morning. I, on the other hand, wake up sometimes 4-5 times a night. Many times it's just to go potty, where I stagger into the john and hope the seat is down. Sometimes, I just need a drink of water - especially noticeable on wine or toddy nights. I've gotten better at remembering to leave water on the nightstand. But then I drink the water, and the next wake-up is definitely a potty trip.
I guess I should be thankful that the potty is not that far from my bed. Growing up, we lived in a Cape Cod style home where the upstairs was a dormer type bedroom - with NO potty. I don't remember it to be a problem, except when we got sick. OMG - my poor mother having to clean that up. Maybe that's why I always told my own kids to just upchuck in the bed. Then all I had to do was wash the sheets - or throw them away. Now, when I go back to my homestead, although I'd love to stay in that upstairs dormer for nostalgia(sp?) purposes, I choose the downstairs bedroom because it's near the potty.
Sometimes I take Tylenol PM. I usually don't notice it kicking in right away, but there are times when I wake up WAY later than usual, thinking, "Whoa - I did I really just sleep til 7:30 - 8:00AM? What's crazy about that is I'm now able to sleep until whenever I want - but I can't! I mean, I'm lucky if I make it to 6:30AM. It's SO annoying!
I guess I should be thankful that the potty is not that far from my bed. Growing up, we lived in a Cape Cod style home where the upstairs was a dormer type bedroom - with NO potty. I don't remember it to be a problem, except when we got sick. OMG - my poor mother having to clean that up. Maybe that's why I always told my own kids to just upchuck in the bed. Then all I had to do was wash the sheets - or throw them away. Now, when I go back to my homestead, although I'd love to stay in that upstairs dormer for nostalgia(sp?) purposes, I choose the downstairs bedroom because it's near the potty.
Sometimes I take Tylenol PM. I usually don't notice it kicking in right away, but there are times when I wake up WAY later than usual, thinking, "Whoa - I did I really just sleep til 7:30 - 8:00AM? What's crazy about that is I'm now able to sleep until whenever I want - but I can't! I mean, I'm lucky if I make it to 6:30AM. It's SO annoying!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Accomplishment"s"
Today was Big Girl golf day. I played twice last week with my regular golfing buddy and we both decided we would play. The secretary of Big Girl golf had sent out a questionnaire and one of the questions was, "What is your golf goal for 09?" to which I responded, "To not be intimidated by you really good golfers". So when my regular golfing buddy called last night and said she couldn't make it today, I went anyway. Yay for me!! And I actually played decent - until the last hole. Couldn't get out of the sand, again. Good thing it was the last hole or I probably would have wanted to quit again. I swung 7 times before getting out. And it was a Par 3 hole!! My ball actually got out a few times, only to roll back in. Damn Sand!
So after playing, one of the other ladies in the group (Alice) wanted to stay for lunch. Strange thing is that she is a friend of an elderly lady I'd talked to in church last Sunday (Dolly) who'd specifically asked me if I knew Alice, and to be sure and tell her "hello" if I saw her. Dolly had asked how she was doing because she'd just had a double masectomy in August. Wow, I didn't know that. Well she was doing well enough to play 18 holes of golf, that's for sure. At lunch we visited about how she knew Dolly, and also about her masectomy. The cancer had been detected after a mammogram and she was quite shocked, as she'd had no symptoms or history in the family. In addition to the d-masectomy, she's now taking chemo and has lost her hair. She won't be able to play next week because it's chemo week. I'm amazed she's playing at all. I shared my niece's cancer story with her and told her I still needed to schedule a colonoscopy. She seemed surprised that I'd never had one and encouraged me to do so. It's been on my list of things "to do".
So in addition to playing golf all by myself with the Big Girls today, I came home and called the doctor's office. I am now scheduled to go for my first intake colonoscopy visit - tomorrow!
So after playing, one of the other ladies in the group (Alice) wanted to stay for lunch. Strange thing is that she is a friend of an elderly lady I'd talked to in church last Sunday (Dolly) who'd specifically asked me if I knew Alice, and to be sure and tell her "hello" if I saw her. Dolly had asked how she was doing because she'd just had a double masectomy in August. Wow, I didn't know that. Well she was doing well enough to play 18 holes of golf, that's for sure. At lunch we visited about how she knew Dolly, and also about her masectomy. The cancer had been detected after a mammogram and she was quite shocked, as she'd had no symptoms or history in the family. In addition to the d-masectomy, she's now taking chemo and has lost her hair. She won't be able to play next week because it's chemo week. I'm amazed she's playing at all. I shared my niece's cancer story with her and told her I still needed to schedule a colonoscopy. She seemed surprised that I'd never had one and encouraged me to do so. It's been on my list of things "to do".
So in addition to playing golf all by myself with the Big Girls today, I came home and called the doctor's office. I am now scheduled to go for my first intake colonoscopy visit - tomorrow!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Newsflash!
Oils - Found!
Chinese Checkers - Found!
Pictures of the gift under the tree - Who cares?
My daughter called this morning to let me know the oil mystery was solved. Her husband had opened the package and thought it contained a case of energy drinks that he had been enjoying while visiting. He never opened the box because we had drinks in our refrigerator and he was going to take his box home. He even thanked us for the box of drinks, and my husband (thinking I was the one to give him the drinks) kindly acknowledged it. And when my husband did that, I figured HE must have decided to give the drinks as a gift. I had put the oils in an empty box in order to wrap them all together, but I'd wrapped them way before Christmas and just utilized an empty box from our garage, where I store many different kinds I think might come in handy at Christmastime.
So imagine my son-in-law's surprise when today, for the first time, he decides to break open the box for a nice refreshing energy drink. TeeHee - wish I could have been there.
The phone call inspired me to look once again for the Checkers game. I looked under all the beds, again, and then tried the closets, where I found it covered up by a bag in a guest bedroom. WooHoo!
Maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket before the day's over - Nah, I'd probably just "misplace" it.
Chinese Checkers - Found!
Pictures of the gift under the tree - Who cares?
My daughter called this morning to let me know the oil mystery was solved. Her husband had opened the package and thought it contained a case of energy drinks that he had been enjoying while visiting. He never opened the box because we had drinks in our refrigerator and he was going to take his box home. He even thanked us for the box of drinks, and my husband (thinking I was the one to give him the drinks) kindly acknowledged it. And when my husband did that, I figured HE must have decided to give the drinks as a gift. I had put the oils in an empty box in order to wrap them all together, but I'd wrapped them way before Christmas and just utilized an empty box from our garage, where I store many different kinds I think might come in handy at Christmastime.
So imagine my son-in-law's surprise when today, for the first time, he decides to break open the box for a nice refreshing energy drink. TeeHee - wish I could have been there.
The phone call inspired me to look once again for the Checkers game. I looked under all the beds, again, and then tried the closets, where I found it covered up by a bag in a guest bedroom. WooHoo!
Maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket before the day's over - Nah, I'd probably just "misplace" it.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Bad news - Good news
Bad news: So now it's my antique Chinese Checkers set that's missing.
Good news: I might not be the one who misplaced it.
We own several antiques. Before Christmas, I had this old Chinese Checkers game on display on a table in my living room. But during Christmas I used the table to house a small Christmas tree to display White House ornaments my brother sends me every year. Knowing that I would have two 3yr olds and a 10mo. old here during the holidays, I had to find a special place to put the set, because as you probably know, Chinese Checkers involves lots of marbles if you utilize the entire board.
So Christmas comes and goes, decorations are put away, and I'm now ready to put the game back on the table. Where is it? Shoot, I can't remember. So I'm telling my husband about it and he says, "Oh yeah, I put that up." I'm thinking, "You did? Great I'm off the hook." And then he tells me he put it under a bed. Well I'd already looked under all the beds and hadn't found it. So when I told him that, then he accused me of being the one who put it somewhere.
It's yet to found, along with the oils, and the pictures.
Good news: I might not be the one who misplaced it.
We own several antiques. Before Christmas, I had this old Chinese Checkers game on display on a table in my living room. But during Christmas I used the table to house a small Christmas tree to display White House ornaments my brother sends me every year. Knowing that I would have two 3yr olds and a 10mo. old here during the holidays, I had to find a special place to put the set, because as you probably know, Chinese Checkers involves lots of marbles if you utilize the entire board.
So Christmas comes and goes, decorations are put away, and I'm now ready to put the game back on the table. Where is it? Shoot, I can't remember. So I'm telling my husband about it and he says, "Oh yeah, I put that up." I'm thinking, "You did? Great I'm off the hook." And then he tells me he put it under a bed. Well I'd already looked under all the beds and hadn't found it. So when I told him that, then he accused me of being the one who put it somewhere.
It's yet to found, along with the oils, and the pictures.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Afraid of the Big Girls
This past summer I decided to give golf a sincere effort. I took lessons 30 +/- years ago, but I never played consistently. My husband LOVES to play so he was encouraging me in my endeavor. We belong to a club, but it's small so there is no 9 hole ladies group. I call the 18 hole group The Big Girls, because they are all so darn competitive. Well, "some" of the Big Girls kept telling me to come join them. "How do I ever plan to get better if I don't play? Everyone is really nice," yada yada.
So with my husband pleased as punch, I joined. Nervous as heck I ventured out, and after playing 1 hole with them, I was wishing I could get my money back. My t-shot was decent but my next shot went in some big long sand trap, and then I probably took 3 more shots trying to get out of the darn stuff. There was another group waiting to t-off behind us and I'm sure they were saying, "Oh great, we're going to be here all day". Then after I finished the hole they asked me for my score card - because you have to switch and keep someone else's score as I guess you're not trusted to keep your own. Well I didn't even HAVE a scorecard because I saw that one was on our cart when we started. Oh no. Everyone has to have their own card AND you have to separate your putts from your other strokes. I was so baffled I wasn't even sure how many strokes I'd taken. I just wanted to go home!
Needless to say, I was never going back. I could play half way decent when I played with my husband. So what was the problem here? As the summer wore on, I actually improved. We started playing with another couple, and the wife played about like me. So our husbands thought we should BOTH play with the Big Girls. I was like, "no way", but she wanted to do it so I agreed to venture out again - this time with my new friend. Well, those Big Girls didn't scare her as she played well(or at least okay). And once again, I stunk (but at least I had my own scorecard this time). Then we both went on vacation and/or the weather was bad - I'm not sure, but neither of us have played with them since. They play on Tuesdays.
Today is Thursday and last night the weatherman said it was going to be a beautiful day. He/she was right so I called my friend and we went and played 18 holes I had some great shots and scored well. My friend didn't fare as well. But guess who else was playing? Yep, the Big Girls. I found out afterwards that they didn't play Tuesday because of the weather so today was their make-up day. Even though we didn't actually play with them, one of them wanted me to turn in our scorecard and I thought, "Yes, I'll gladly do that". But then she asked if we'd kept track of our putts, which we hadn't, so she was no longer interested. Darn!
My friend couldn't stay for lunch so I thought I'd just wander inside and see if any of the Big Girls would welcome me at their table. I guess they were too busy gabbing because no one said anything. Maybe they didn't see me. So why didn't I just walk up and ask if I could join them? I don't know. Probably because I'm afraid of the Big Girls. Do you suppose there's therapy for this? Good Grief!
So with my husband pleased as punch, I joined. Nervous as heck I ventured out, and after playing 1 hole with them, I was wishing I could get my money back. My t-shot was decent but my next shot went in some big long sand trap, and then I probably took 3 more shots trying to get out of the darn stuff. There was another group waiting to t-off behind us and I'm sure they were saying, "Oh great, we're going to be here all day". Then after I finished the hole they asked me for my score card - because you have to switch and keep someone else's score as I guess you're not trusted to keep your own. Well I didn't even HAVE a scorecard because I saw that one was on our cart when we started. Oh no. Everyone has to have their own card AND you have to separate your putts from your other strokes. I was so baffled I wasn't even sure how many strokes I'd taken. I just wanted to go home!
Needless to say, I was never going back. I could play half way decent when I played with my husband. So what was the problem here? As the summer wore on, I actually improved. We started playing with another couple, and the wife played about like me. So our husbands thought we should BOTH play with the Big Girls. I was like, "no way", but she wanted to do it so I agreed to venture out again - this time with my new friend. Well, those Big Girls didn't scare her as she played well(or at least okay). And once again, I stunk (but at least I had my own scorecard this time). Then we both went on vacation and/or the weather was bad - I'm not sure, but neither of us have played with them since. They play on Tuesdays.
Today is Thursday and last night the weatherman said it was going to be a beautiful day. He/she was right so I called my friend and we went and played 18 holes I had some great shots and scored well. My friend didn't fare as well. But guess who else was playing? Yep, the Big Girls. I found out afterwards that they didn't play Tuesday because of the weather so today was their make-up day. Even though we didn't actually play with them, one of them wanted me to turn in our scorecard and I thought, "Yes, I'll gladly do that". But then she asked if we'd kept track of our putts, which we hadn't, so she was no longer interested. Darn!
My friend couldn't stay for lunch so I thought I'd just wander inside and see if any of the Big Girls would welcome me at their table. I guess they were too busy gabbing because no one said anything. Maybe they didn't see me. So why didn't I just walk up and ask if I could join them? I don't know. Probably because I'm afraid of the Big Girls. Do you suppose there's therapy for this? Good Grief!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Where did I put that?
I bought a nice set of fragance oils for my daughter to use in her oil lamp this past Christmas. I was pretty sure I'd wrapped the gift and put it under the tree. But it never got opened. I spent a few days looking pretty much everywhere for it, even though I knew it had only gone from my bedroom to the tree. When I downloaded my Christmas pictures to the computer, I enlarged the one we took of the tree before going to bed Christmas Eve. I felt so much better when I saw that it was there. So I took my computer chip to the store and made a couple of prints thinking I'd keep one and send the other to my daughter. Well now I've misplaced the pictures I printed. Errrgh! I figure they'll show up because I've already gone back to the store and printed 2 more. But I think the oils are history. I don't know how they could have been tossed as the package was a little heavy. Santa, did you take the gift? I HAD cookies that were pretty darn good.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Hmmm- did I really just do that?
Okay, so I was just reading my niece's blog and contemplating starting my own on the evils of aging and thought, "Why not see how hard this is to do?", since I'm definitely not computer savy. And WahLah! Here I am. So I may as well get started:
I used to be really good at spelling. But lately, I find myself questioning numerous words, and will often just choose another word rather than look it up in a dictionary. I shouldn't have to look it up, damn it! I once KNEW how to spell it! I have a teaching degree! I should know these things! What the heck happened? And then reality sets in. What happened is I turned 50. I'm 54 to be exact. And now I have all kinds of memory issues (not to mention numerous OTHER issues). But for today, we'll just start with spelling. I don't want to overwhelm anyone. And since I've not yet invited anyone to see this blog, that's probably not a problem.
I used to be really good at spelling. But lately, I find myself questioning numerous words, and will often just choose another word rather than look it up in a dictionary. I shouldn't have to look it up, damn it! I once KNEW how to spell it! I have a teaching degree! I should know these things! What the heck happened? And then reality sets in. What happened is I turned 50. I'm 54 to be exact. And now I have all kinds of memory issues (not to mention numerous OTHER issues). But for today, we'll just start with spelling. I don't want to overwhelm anyone. And since I've not yet invited anyone to see this blog, that's probably not a problem.
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