I saw two rather attractive firefighters today, moving among the motorists at the intersection of Harlem and North, collecting donations for MDA in their big rubber boots.
I love firefighters. I love MDA. I love big rubber boots. And you know why, don't you?
JER-RY! JER-RY! JER-RY!
The Telethon is nearly upon us.
Keep Your Labor Day Karma in Balance. Remember, if you're going to make fun of Jerry (as in laughing at him, not with him), you must also make a contribution to MDA. (888) HELP-MDA or (888) 435-7632
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Go West, Pudgy Middle-Aged Woman!
It's all coming together. My favorite baseball player is in Los Angeles, pitching for the Dodgers at least through October 1 (longer with the play-offs). My best friend is in Los Angeles four days a week, working on a special client project at least through October 1.
Clearly this is a sign that I should get myself to Los Angeles.
And so later this month I am going to Los Angeles for two nights. Hopefully one of those nights will coincide with Greg Maddux' place in the Dodger pitching rotation so I can gaze upon him one more time this year. When I'm not gazing upon my best friend, who will be seated beside me, having a beer and a Dodger dog.
So now all I have to do is clear up my skin and lose 20 lbs in the next two weeks. How hard can it be? Just because I've been trying unsuccessfully to do both for the last several years shouldn't deter me.
Clearly this is a sign that I should get myself to Los Angeles.
And so later this month I am going to Los Angeles for two nights. Hopefully one of those nights will coincide with Greg Maddux' place in the Dodger pitching rotation so I can gaze upon him one more time this year. When I'm not gazing upon my best friend, who will be seated beside me, having a beer and a Dodger dog.
So now all I have to do is clear up my skin and lose 20 lbs in the next two weeks. How hard can it be? Just because I've been trying unsuccessfully to do both for the last several years shouldn't deter me.
And I sank into nothingness
So I'm watching a Gidget rerun. She's writing in her diary, making a fake entry to pass the time, and she pens, "Jeff kissed me as I have never been kissed before, and I got goose-pimply all over." Then goes "EWWW! ICK!" and changes it to "Jeff kissed me as I have never been kissed before, and I sank into nothingness."
The thing that bothers me about this is that I remembered the line. This afternoon, Sally Field and I said, "and I sank into nothingness" together.
Considering that I am battling hormonal acne and that Gidget herself is now the poster girl for an osteoporosis drug, I think we can all agree that this show is very, very old. 40 years, maybe? And still I could remember, "And then I sank into nothingness." Do you suppose that when I was younger I had any idea what Gidget meant?
The thing that bothers me about this is that I remembered the line. This afternoon, Sally Field and I said, "and I sank into nothingness" together.
Considering that I am battling hormonal acne and that Gidget herself is now the poster girl for an osteoporosis drug, I think we can all agree that this show is very, very old. 40 years, maybe? And still I could remember, "And then I sank into nothingness." Do you suppose that when I was younger I had any idea what Gidget meant?