Surviving At Home

If you scroll back a couple of posts (or click this link here) you’ll see my last Wordless Wednesday photo. Here’s the story behind the picture:

That photo was taken at my college graduation in May 1990 (no, I’m not afraid to announce how old I am!). It was at my graduation dinner in Syracuse, NY with my family. I believe graduation was held on Mother’s Day that year but it was rainy and damp, just typical weather for that part of the country. I probably should have been warming up with a hot drink but how could I resist the size of that strawberry marguerita!

I decided to use that photo on this particular date in December because I celebrated my 40th birthday. Oprah must be right that you get more comfortable with yourself as you age because I’ve been pretty open when people ask how old I am. Contrary to my husband’s jokes, I do NOT pretend that I’m still 29.

Of course, I had a harder time admitting I was 31 than I did 30, so maybe next year will be more difficult.

A drink like that probably would have put me to sleep now that I’m older but the photo captured the same sentiment…life is good. My hair is shorter and my clothes are larger but I really have very little to complain about.

So, that’s the story. No, Nell, I did not have 3 of those drinks way back when   I was merely looking forward to being a new graduate embarking on another chapter of life. (and who wants to be loopy in front of their parents?)

Geez…I just spent a bunch of time deleting spammers’ comments but ended up deleting a bunch of comments from friends

(Seriously, do these spammers honestly have nothing better to do with their time or their lives than to attack our blogs?)

So, to all of you who took the time to leave comments this fall, my sincere apologies. That’s what I get for going too fast and not paying closer attention.

I do so love to get comments so please come back and write some more…pretty please?

I know the holidays have passed but in all the craziness I forgot to post this funny email joke that my mom sent me.

A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York on Christmas Eve and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.”

“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams.

The father says.”We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her.”

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like heck they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this,”

She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “they’re coming for Christmas and they’re paying their own way.” – Merry Christmas!~