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I still get breakouts.  I’m approaching mid-life, or am already there I suppose.  According to some, the old 50 is the new 40, the new 60 is the new 50.  I’m so confused I don’t know how old I am anymore.  I admit there are women hitting the half century mark who look fantastic.  There is also botox, plastic surgery, and who knows what.  I figure I’m at a good spot though.  I’m not going up the hill.  I’m not going down the hill, yet.  So I must be at the top of the hill!  All I have to do is keep my balance and not fall to either side, right?  Of course there’s no falling backwards, so it’s not really a hill is it?  Now I’m analyzing too much.

At this point I’m having new symptoms of the old menopause and old symptoms of the new adolescence.  C’mon life – make up your ever lovin’ mind.  One or the other for heaven’s sake.  I’m either old or I’m young, but don’t make me suffer both ends of the age spectrum!  Who else has to decide whether to take hormone replacement therapy or Clearasil?  I went to the pharmacy to see what I could find to ease some of these annoying symptoms but by the time I got there I forgot why I went.  So I bought a candy bar (chocolate) and some ice cream and went home.  Felt great and didn’t feel like I wasted a trip!  Sure blew that diet though.  Oh who am I kidding, I’m not on a diet.  I watch my weight like a fat cat watches a bird fly outside a window.  Yes, I know it’s there, instinct tells me I should jump up and do something about it but I’m just not motivated with a fridge full of food, Thank God.  Besides I have to keep my balance on top of that hill now. 



I have to admit to boomerangin’ once when I was at a very vulnerable time during my first marriage.  I was pregnant with my first child and not sure my husband was ready for parenthood, not sure he was even ready for husbandhood.   Heck, now that I look back I don’t think I was ready for marriage or children, but are we ever?  I don’t think anyone is ever really ready.  It’s like learning to swim by jumping in and sputtering and splashing until you dog paddle and tread water.  But that’s another story.

Boomerang children.  I have two who have done it.  I have threatened to buy my son a t-shirt that says “I still live with my parents.”  He’s not afraid to wear it.  After serving in the US Navy my son, his wife and their then 3 year old daughter were convinced – by me – to move from mild weathered San Diego to wild weathered Colorado until they “got on their feet.”  That was three years ago.  He decided to use his GI Bill to go to school and decided to finish before moving.  Most likely to Arizona.

My daughter and her two children also lived with us when they moved from Arizona to join us in Colorado while her brother was still in the Navy.  She and I don’t live in the same house very well and she flew the coop shortly after her brother’s move in.  Can you imagine three sets of families in one home?  It was pure madness.  Granted, we have a large house but trust me, no house could be large enough for that arrangement.  Disaster, discontent and all out war is just waiting to erupt when you put that many people in one house for an extended period of time, especially during a Colorado winter.  I think the only thing that saved us as long as it did was that all of the adults were working and I was working the oddest hours.  I would leave at 9am after everyone else was gone and not return until 9pm when everyone else was getting ready for bed.  I missed most of the drama.  It was great.  But I was not totally immune – I would “hear” about it.  From ALL sides. 

Now I’m a stay at home gramma taking care of an almost one year old and three other school aged grandkids (my own).  I find this is not unusual and goes along with the boomerang kids.  How can young adults these days afford housing and daycare these days?  And gas for their cars? 

I joined  Maybe they’ll have some secret tips for this new life of boomerang children and helping to raise the grandchildren.  I can’t wait till I get old enough to move in with my children and they can take care of me!  I’m going to be messy,  just to keep them on their toes.

UPdate: Daughter and two have boomeranged.  Lord help me!  I’ll be posting the “NO VACANCY” sign out front now.

They say it happens with age.  One of the first things to go.  It’s little things at first and then more and more.  Car keys, glasses, where you live.  Yes, forgetfulness happens.  CRS occurs.  I am only now making it official because I am forced to make it public.  I forgot my password, user-name or both – for heaven’s sake – for my blog, formerly kept in this here space.  I had the password emailed and did the change in the proper format and for whatever reason it did not work.  So now I’m forced to START OVER and make this hideously embarrassing announcement.  Have pity. 

Who else has forty eleven passwords, user-names, Pin’s, phone numbers, key codes and whatnot to remember besides me?  It is inevitable that our brains would overload and we would be digitally locked OUT.  Thank goodness I never lock my back door at home or I’d be left out in the proverbial cold.  NOTE: For you would-be burglars I have a HUGE dog who eats people he doesn’t know.  Not to mention two yappy chihuahuas who will eat you at the ankles.  Really.

So here I am at the beginning again which I’m going to just consider as a fresh start with new ideas and I’m not going to limit myself to just one subject – or observation.  I’m going to play it by ear, shoot from the hip, calls em as I sees em and all that happy stuff.  Wanna play?

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When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, “I used everything you gave me”. Erma Bombeck

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