10 songs I will deny having on my iPod if asked:
Just the Way You Are -- Billy Joel
Julie, Do Ya Love Me? -- Bobby Sherman
Saturday Night -- The Bay City Rollers
The Wedding Bell Blues -- The 5th Dimension
I Woke Up in Love This Morning -- The Partridge Family (featuring, of course, David Cassidy)
Don't Pull Your Love -- Hamilton, Joe Frank and Reynolds
The Main Event -- Barbra Streisand
Crackers -- Barbara Mandrell
Copacabana -- Barry Manilow
Somethin' Stupid -- Frank and Nancy Sinatra (perhaps the creepiest duet ever recorded, when you think about it)
And, God help me, I love them all.
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, October 27, 2006
A debt is owed
"Physical exercise can improve both your mental and physical health … Exercise helps alleviate stress and can make you more productive." So states the University of Michigan Health System website. And today, I have proof!
Before lunch, my boss was telling us how he'd enjoyed the rebroadcast of an interview with Katharine Hepburn. Since I simply adore the old girl, as does my boss' wife, we went on a bit about how incredibly cool she was. The art director I've been working with -- the one with the marital problems -- appeared annoyed/distracted. Later she snapped at me because of all the work she has to do before the presentation Tuesday morning (that gives her a full day and a half, not counting evenings and weekends, which I have been known to work). Seems that not only were we canonizing a woman who slept with someone else's husband (that damn Hepburn!), we were insensitive to the fact that no one has as much to do as she does.
So when I left for lunch, and the health club, I was exasperated. Then I did 15 minutes on the treadmill, 15 minutes on the stationery bike, and 16 reps on one of the arm machines. I made myself clean and pretty, touching up my make up and cologne, and returned to work …
… Where now I find the idea of a slutty, licentious old Hepburn pretty damn amusing.
So one of my coworkers owes the good people of Bally's Total Fitness a debt of gratitude. A little aerobic exercise makes her easier to take.
(Again, I am trying not to be an insensitive bitch. But it's hard.)
Before lunch, my boss was telling us how he'd enjoyed the rebroadcast of an interview with Katharine Hepburn. Since I simply adore the old girl, as does my boss' wife, we went on a bit about how incredibly cool she was. The art director I've been working with -- the one with the marital problems -- appeared annoyed/distracted. Later she snapped at me because of all the work she has to do before the presentation Tuesday morning (that gives her a full day and a half, not counting evenings and weekends, which I have been known to work). Seems that not only were we canonizing a woman who slept with someone else's husband (that damn Hepburn!), we were insensitive to the fact that no one has as much to do as she does.
So when I left for lunch, and the health club, I was exasperated. Then I did 15 minutes on the treadmill, 15 minutes on the stationery bike, and 16 reps on one of the arm machines. I made myself clean and pretty, touching up my make up and cologne, and returned to work …
… Where now I find the idea of a slutty, licentious old Hepburn pretty damn amusing.
So one of my coworkers owes the good people of Bally's Total Fitness a debt of gratitude. A little aerobic exercise makes her easier to take.
(Again, I am trying not to be an insensitive bitch. But it's hard.)