If I can remember, I’m going to put little tidbits on here periodically. Never going to write my heart out on this again, no reason to or not to.
All time favorite public spelling error: An article about JFK and the Bag of Pigs.
Physical reasons about getting old that don’t actually suck (as ALL THE REST DO).
a.) Mosquitoes rarely bite me anymore and when they do, I don’t get the giant welts, I just get a little mosquito bite.
b.) I don’t get cavities anymore. I have had way more cavities than teeth in my life but nary a one in the last 10 years and I still have all my own teeth, knock on wood. Hopefully won’t do a face plant on my way out the door and lose all my front teeth for saying that. My sister the meth head has no teeth, and badly fitting dentures.
I have the hots for a dead man.
Seems reasonable for an October pastime.
I give you: Anton Chekhov.
I see that I forgot to add the rest of the Advil calendar. My bad. Maybe next year. Gah. Here is proof that I am not the only doting grandma in the family – this is my sister 🙂 And her lovely grandbaby Lili
I wanted to take a picture on my iPhone of 12:12 on 12-12-12 and I got it out at 12:08 and then promptly forgot about it when something shiny went by.
So, because I didn’t get to write it anywhere else today,
Next time will be in 2112, which seems even more auspicious but I don’t suppose I’ll see that one.
That is all.
I still can’t get over how much faster time goes by these days. Draw a breath in, K is zombie walking, blow it out, she’s running faster than I can. Granted, that’s not saying much, but we’re talking about time here, not physical prowess.
I’ve been meaning to put a Gone Fishin’ sign on this website for months now. Anyone who cared figured out long ago that I wasn’t updating, and I’m blaming time for it. Thanksgiving is this week and I spent all day dithering with recipes and NOT getting to the store to buy the bird. Wasted time. I’m in that ‘I can’t stand people especially if they are pushing shopping carts’ frame of mind; dangerous to those expecting not only dinner tonight but all the rest of the week, too. On a positive note, I DID take a shower and put on clothes, just in case I could talk myself into launching The Season. It is a measure of my fugue state to note that I am updating this page rather than do something, anything else. That’s bad.
We’d best go out for dinner tonight, and maybe after I can con Bob into going to the grocery store with me. I’ll use him as a human shield.
And that makes me think of APPLES! I haven’t hit Apple Hill yet, maybe next weekend if it isn’t still 95 frickin degrees.
Exfoliate with Homemade Apple Bath Soap
Packed with flavor and antioxidants, apples are a traditional harbinger of autumn in many parts of the country. Of course, they can be used for so many culinary delights, but fresh apple juice also acts as an astringent on our skin. How? Apples are full of malic acid, which is the key ingredient in removing dead cells from the outer layer of skin. Malic acid is also known to help soothe sore muscles. You can relax your muscles and exfoliate your skin in this homemade Apple Bath soak recipe from The Herb Quarterly:
1 cup fresh apple juice
1/4 cup honey
1/2 cup liquid castile soap
1/4 cup ground cinnamon
To prepare: Stir all the ingredients together and pour into a clean jar.
To use: Shake container to mix any settled ingredients. Pour 1/4 to 1/2 cup into the tub under running water. Store remaining mixture in the refrigerator. Makes 12 ounces.
Source: The Herb Quarterly
Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.
My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be the comic stories the next.
Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
When your children are teenagers, it’s important to have a dog so that someone in the house is happy to see you.
I try to write parts for women that are as complicated and interesting as women actually are.
The amount of maintenance involving hair is genuinely overwhelming. Sometimes I think that not having to worry about your hair anymore is the secret upside of death.
All from Nora Ephron, 1941 – 2012
She was an amazing woman, putting her finger on the pulse of a generation of people who wanted, above all else, to be deeply in love.