Don't even approach my body unless you've first been between my ears. I'm 48, not 18. True love isn't roses and chocolate. It's starting my car on a winter's morning or bringing home pizza on a Friday night. Love is buying me the Sunday paper on Saturday so I don't have to go outside on … Continue reading Love, me
Category: musings
Thoughts after seeing American Sniper
I’ve seen a number of movies in the past month or so, three of which have been based upon books. American Sniper is the only one in which I felt the movie didn’t accurately portray the author’s experiences with real accuracy. I admire Chris Kyle's patriotism and willingness to sacrifice his life for his country, … Continue reading Thoughts after seeing American Sniper
Black (and blue) ice
My run Sunday came at a price - more specifically, the knee of my oldest running tights and a little skin on both my palm and my knee. Jeter and I had gotten a later start at the golf course than I had hoped, and by the time we completed the back nine and were … Continue reading Black (and blue) ice
The Golden Globes in 3 Takes
Take 1 – Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are fearless. The collective gasp when they ran their Bill Cosby bit was definitely an indication that they caused some discomfort in the audience. Unlike the rest of Hollywood, Tina and Amy weren't letting Cosby get away with anything. Take 2 – Nothing worked harder during last … Continue reading The Golden Globes in 3 Takes
Make(s) me happy
Many years ago a friend in the midst of the disintegration of her marriage, told me she didn't want to be responsible for her husband's happiness. Since that time, I've learned what that felt like and I've heard other women say the same thing, although not always using the same words. Who are you responsible … Continue reading Make(s) me happy
Dog years and the passage of time
The youngest of my "boys" recently celebrated his first birthday and, while the occasion was a happy one to mark, I also noted the date with a tinge of sadness. That year certainly went quickly. When I thought about the number of years we got to love Cassidy (12.5) and started doing simple math in … Continue reading Dog years and the passage of time
15 for 2015
To run for my own pleasure without measure. To get out once or twice a month for the sole purpose of being social without the crutch of working. To eat quality food and drink copious amounts of water. To strive to get Jeter out and active as much as possible. To live an honest life. … Continue reading 15 for 2015
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