
And I extend my sincere sympathies to whoever followed me in the ladies room.
If I don't start feeling better soon, I think I will gingerly travel back home.
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.
Kathleen gave me a ride home yesterday and reported that her test results could not have come back better: there's only an 8% chance of her breast cancer recurring!
Right now, I just want everyone to be happy. Or maybe happier. Or perhaps just OK.
So my shrink told me this evening. We weren't talking about me, we were discussing her. But only in the most superficial terms, because she doesn't like us spending my time talking about her. I know her husband has had a rough summer, health wise, which has caused her to cancel some of our sessions. I asked her if she had good news to report and she answered guardedly that she has "hopeful" news.
Here's what's on This Old Gal's mind this sunny Tuesday.
l looking men. They each have a compelling screen presence, sure, but they're also very handsome. Maybe that's what makes bad boys "characters we end up rooting for."
11. A confection. The opposite of Bonnie & Clyde, really. There is nothing remotely plausible about this movie, but when a film begins with Clooney in a tux, you know it's going to have an exceptionally high charm quotient.
I spent Saturday with my oldest friend. She's getting ready to move across country to California, to begin a new job and a new chapter of her life. Our festivities included emptying out her safety deposit box and saying goodbye to her parents' graves. But the real fun part was going through a box of old 16 and Teen Scene magazines from the late 1960s and early 1970s.
heartache, shared love secrets and begged to be our faves. At times, I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe.
Sunday Stealing: The "I've Been Tagged" Meme
orite song at the moment? What is your favorite song ever? "Shut up and put your money where your mouth is/that's what you get for waking up in Vegas," by Katy Perry, is my current favorite. I suppose my all-time favorite is All My Loving by the Beatles. I know this wasn't the first song they sang on The Ed Sullivan Show, but it's the first one that made an impact on me, and I fell everlastingly in love.
fine, so in all, I'm happy.
My boss, that is. Usually he's so hands-off it's laughable. Most of the down-and-dirty of financial marketing really doesn't seem to interest him that much.
I worked out at lunchtime -- 32 minutes of cardio, reps on the incline press and the hip ad/abductors. Yea!




… my mom is making me nuts.
$10,000. That's the princely sum that Crazy Old Neighbor killed himself over. MIAMI -- Tyler Colvin is in stable condition at a local hospital after being impaled in his upper left chest by a piece of broken bat during Sunday's game at Sun Life Stadium.
Colvin was scoring from third on Welington Castillo's RBI double when a piece of bat hit him in his chest. He was transported to the Ryder Trauma Unit of Jackson Memorial Hospital in Miami, where X-rays were taken and the wound was being sutured.
He's being treated for pneumothorax, a puncture of the chest cavity, which allowed air into the chest wall and the potential of a collapsed lung. A tube was inserted into the wound, and Colvin is resting comfortably, but will remain hospitalized for 2-3 days for further examination, and manager Mike Quade said he will not play again this season.
Colvin was not in labored breathing, and there was very little blood. There was no immediate word on the depth of the wound, though it was only a few inches from his heart, and his neck, and could've been much more serious. The sharp end of the larger piece of Castillo's broken bat is what went into Colvin's chest, but it did not stick into the chest.
Marlins catcher Mike Rivera said it was scary and looked like "he was being stabbed."
The Cubs said there was minimal external bleeding.
Castillo didn't know what was happening at first, and said it was tough to put out of his mind.
"I feel really bad about it," he said. "It wasn't on purpose, but he's my teammate."
Jeff Samardzija, the next hitter, met Colvin at the plate.
"It was wild," he said. "It's one of those things you don't see too often. But I thought he was fine. I thought we were just joking around. I saw a little something on his shirt and said, 'Hey man, you should probably get inside."
Samardzija said Colvin was smiling, and that "it kind of caught him by surprise, too."
Manager Mike Quade said he's "amazed" it hasn't happened more often with the maple bats splitting apart so often.
"We've seen guys get hit by pieces, but to actually get stabbed by one..." he said.
Got up early, went to breakfast, went to church, went to sleep on the sofa. My throat doesn't hurt anymore, but I am just sooooo exhausted!
Got a lot done at work today, and I think I did it well. My boss came by and asked my advice on the best way to approach an assignment, and that felt good, too. Best of all, I found that "Maggie Poppins" will be back in a few weeks. She's the freelance contractor who worked with us during the summer of 2009, and in a few weeks she'll be joining us again, filling in for a strategist who's going on maternity leave.

I have recently read -- and thoroughly enjoyed -- two biographies of Elizabeth Taylor. While her story is so ridiculously garish, glamorous, and over the top that at times it feels like a juicy soap opera, there is one aspect of her life I actually do (or at least, did) relate to: the way she equated drama with passion and love.
they cease to amuse me.
Happy 100th to you, Happy 100th dear Ryan Dempster, Happy 100th to you!
This past week, I mean. First Mayor Daley announced he was abandoning us. Then we learned that Crazy Old Neighbor committed suicide. The fire in Boulder came close to my best friend's home. Less personal but still upsetting: the virulent anti-Islam mood in the country.
ads of thick, shiny hair.