Thursday, April 17, 2014

24 Is The New 50...That's What Kelly and Michael Said

A few years ago media was spreading around a little tidbit...

50 is the new 30...

Like all 50 year olds  were still young and vibrant and desirable...

But really it was for 50 year old women because we all know...
Men don't age...
They become distinguished and dashing and sexy with age...
While women?
Yeah, we just get old.

So today...just as I am on the cusp of 50...
I hear that 24 is the new 50...
And it is disheartening.

Due to higher stress levels and hectic schedules and trying to be and do everything...
Mental alertness, speech and vocabulary...
Memory...
and general fatigue...

Are creating a new generation of OLD PEOPLE...

So, here I am stuck between the Regal and Vibrant already 50's...
And the Haggard and Rundown 20-somethings...

Which makes me what?

48 and about to be fabulous?
or...
48 and so far over the hill that I should  just throw in the towel?

Me?
I say I am on my way to being more fabulous than I have ever been before...

What do studies and Kelly and Michael know anyway?

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Modest is...As Modest Does?



Today's Post is using one of Mama Kat's  prompts...
                   And the winner is ...

                          Prompt #1!


A blog post inspired by the word: Modest


Modest is an adjective. The definition is as follows:
1) unassuming or moderate in the estimation of one's abilities or achievements.
2) relatively moderate, limited, or small


As I sit here thinking about this word I am struck by just how often it is used to describe so many things in life.

When starting out in your career...usually just out of school...your income is described as Modest by your parents when they talk to their friends because....
Well, paltry or measley just makes you sound like a slacker.

And your first home?

Yep, that's a modest row home or bungalow or cape cod...because telling your co-workers you live in a shoe box with windows would be humiliating... or a glorified shed.

And then there are the myriad decorating books that give advice on how to make your modest home, loft or efficiency appear larger, grander, more....everything.
As if your guests won't notice that the couch doubles as your bed or that your kitchen and bathroom  sink are one in the same.

Modest clothing covers those areas of the body that are considered improper to show...
but what exactly the criteria for that determination is seems to depend largely upon the person wearing them.




In Victorian times arms and ankles were not to be shown,...
but cleavage falling out so as to leave nothing to the imagination was okay....as long as you were of the upper classes...the poor people all seem to look  like nuns in comparison...






In the 40's ankles could be seen,.. but do not leave home 
with your head uncovered...even if you were wearing a ghastly rendition of a bird's nest or flower arrangement.
( which btw are neither unassuming nor moderate)










Modest attire in the 1960's and 70's consisted of mini skirts with slight v-necks, long sleeves...
( although being small or limited does seems to be appropriate here)
and bell-bottom skin tight low-cut pant suits often without the proper foundation garments...
and to think...

Those young girls are the Grandmas of today!

The concept of what Modest is has changed over the decades...centuries even.
But one thing remains the same...

Modest does not always mean bad...or good...
because really...
It's all in the eyes...
Or minds...
of the beholder....
or recent grad, or new home owner, or fashionista or...

TheBusyMom who really thinks that those girls at the Homecoming Dance last year ...
the ones that could not bend over without everyone in sight knowing they were wearing a thong and needed a serious Brazilian... 
Yeah...they looked a lot like this only make those black mesh thigh highs and 6 inch hooker heels!
(photo from www.walmart-people.com...yes, these people do walk around in public like this!)
Could benefit from someone teaching them the meaning of the word Modest...
and maybe a dictionary for Christmas so they can look up the definition of the word : Tacky

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Spring, Spring...Wherefore Art Thou, Spring?

Spring seems to have sprung...

Well, at least as far as my daffodils and tulips are concerned.

Me?

Nope. Nada. It ain't happened...

Yet.

I  am reservedly optimistic that Spring will arrive...
Sometime.

Hopefully BEFORE Independence Day...

Hey, I'll even be really  optimistic and say before...

Father's Day?

BratChild and SIX have begun their lacrosse season,
and typically, this would signal the advent of Spring.
St.Patrick's Day SNOW... 3/17/2014... UGH!

But, I regret to say, NOT this year.

THIS year we had SNOW for St. Patrick's Day...
THIS year it is a balmy 40 degrees( compared to the -8 last week that is) and raining on the 19th of March...
THIS year the weatherman DARED to hint of the possibility of SNOW in the coming forecast...

THIS is the WINTER that will not leave.

Tomorrow, promptly at 12:26 pm Spring will arrive.
I  have no idea how anyone knows it will arrive at any precise time...
Unless it's coming by plane and that is when it's due to land...

However, as the optimist that I am...
I will be waiting with baited breath...
Winter sweaters folded and ready to be shoved into a bin for storage...
T-shirts and shorts neatly stacked on the closet shelves they occupy in the warm season...

Just  in case Spring really does arrive as scheduled...
AND she remembers to bring the sun and warm weather with her.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Life's Not Fair...or Maybe it's just the Paralympics that aren't?

Okay.
I know that some of you may not be watching the Paralympics like I am.


Hey, today is wheelchair curling and I LOVE curling...
on legs, on wheels, any curling is great to me!
Click this link to check out Paralympic News from Sichi, Russia

But seriously.

I was watching the Paralympics from yesterday....
Yes, I DVR'd them since they are only broadcast LIVE from RUSSIA...

which translates to O-dark-thirty here in the U S of A.

So, as I watched I noticed something...

well, 2 things actually...

that bothered me.

First, and don't get me wrong - I think ALL PARALYMPIC ATHLETES ARE AWESOME!

But, there are 3 categories for the skiing events.
Standing, sitting and visually impaired.

Me, if I had restricted or impaired vision I would not be hurtling to certain death on some sticks...
But I digress...

What bothers me is that the standing class has skiers with either an upper or lower limb issue.
In some cases there is one of each impaired or missing.
Now, doesn't it make sense that the person travelling on 2 legs is going to have a better time down the mountain than the one only using ONE LEG AND ONE SKI???

I mean, really, Super G on one leg at 70 miles an hour???
Can you say TOTALLY AWESOME?

So, my problem is that those athletes are given handicaps...
think golf--- sort of---
in an attempt to even out the field so to speak.

But really, if they can use 2 legs- whether they are real legs or prosthetic...
Why don't they have them run a separate race?

That brings me to the second issue I have...
this is with the sitting skiers.
Well, not the skiers themselves, but again that handicap.

Of course, those with a lower back injury or amputations below the knee will have better abdominal muscles and therefore better arm and core body strength to propel themselves, manage turns, etc.

Why can't there be a more specialized category based on injury level.

Some how it does not seem fair that a person streaking down the side of a mountain on one leg on a
 Super G course should be in the same race as the person doing it on 2 skis with 2 legs.

I'm just saying...

As an avid sports-person I understand that the competition is just that...a competition.
And that for many of the athletes the competition isn't against another athlete necessarily...
but rather against themselves...
to make a better time...
to succeed at a new sport...
maybe even to just finish the event...

This is hard for me...
I guess I wouldn't make a very good Paralympic Athlete...
or parent of one...
or spouse of one...
or friend of one...

Oh, HECK!
They probably wouldn't even let me stand on the sidelines and cheer...

For that matter, BratChild and SIX don't like me to do that...
(but I do it anyway...)

I guess I'll just have to accept that some things will never be fair...
well, not to me that is.

Monday, March 3, 2014

On The 3rd Day ...There was MORE Snow!

Yes.
The Fountain in My Front Yard Pond...Frozen...AGAIN
Today is the 3rd day of March and YES...

It is snowing...

AGAIN.

Have I mentioned how much I hate winter?

It's not the season that I hate,
But rather the bitter, never-ceasing cold.

I do not like outdoor winter sports...
flying head-long down a hill at 70 miles an hour...
with only a piece of flimsy wood attached to the bottoms of my feet...
AND NO RELIABLE STEERING DEVICE???

Yeah, so NOT on my list of stuff to do in the winter.

Me?
Hey, I love the outdoors.

I like to walk in the woods.
I love swimming.
Playing kickball.
And soccer.

Spending all day outside in the sun and warm breeze...

That is what I call living.

But...
NOT in winter.

In winter the sun is down when I get home from work at 7am
and down when I go to work at 10:30 at night.

In the winter the wind  is harsh and cold...the kind that chills you to the very marrow of your bones...
and no matter how hard you try...
somehow you can never get warm.
View from the family room doors ...dark and dreary
So, seeing yet more of the wintry mix that the mid-atlantic region is famous for..
I call it sneet-ice...
falling from skies painted a dusty grey...
not unlike the color of the dust bunnies I found under the couch the other day...
The ones large enough to start getting their own junk mail...



With NO SIGN OF THE SUN...

Makes me hate the ground hog...
I am convinced he is in cahoots with the electric company...

While he is holed up in a warm den slumbering away the rest of winter,
and most likely dreaming of SPRING...
the rest of the world can only look out their windows through a haze of blowing snow
at the ice that appears to wink mockingly at us...

Spring WILL come...
it always does.

But I'd really it to hurry up and get here already!

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Math Is My Friend...okay, not really



Today's post is inspired by the Weekly Writer's Workshop prompt 
5.) Your least favorite subject in school.


And I bet you can tell what it was...

Yep, that's right, MATH!

I hated it.
So much so that I had panic attacks before quizzes.
I actually threw up before my Algebra 1 mid-term...

You would think that I was a terrible math student, right?
But, no.
I got all A's and B's.
I was a very good student...
I just did not 'GET' numbers without hours of studying.

And this was not the norm for me.

Me?
I took notes in my classes and did the drills and class work and homework...
and never looked at a single one of those notes again.

Writing the notes committed the information to memory in every class but one.

Math.

I still hate math.
I use it every day in my job and I am good at converting ml to cc to gr to oz...
I can calculate IV infusion drip rates and double check insulin injection doses with ease...

Or so it would seem to the casual observer.

In reality?

I am sweating on the inside and just hoping that the calculator comes up with the same answer that the calculation in my head did and that they both match the calculation from the pharmacy.

You see, as a nurse a medication error is THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO!

Or at least it is in my eyes...

So, Math is my least favorite subject from school...
but maybe that made it my best subject because I learned to always doubt my answer and double or triple check it...

And in my  line of work...
That  is a good thing!

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Hashtag...what?

hash·tag
ĖˆhaSHtag/
noun
  1. 1.
    (on social media sites such as Twitter) a word or phrase preceded by a hash or pound sign (#) and used to identify messages on a specific topic.
    "spammers often broadcast tweets with popular hashtags even if the tweet has nothing to do with them"

So this is the definition of hashtag I found online.

Who invented this?
And Why?

I do not know the answer to either of those questions 
But I do know that it has become a mainstay in the social interactions of teens everywhere.

They even SAY hashtag before they say something they want others to understand is important.

So here goes....

#ihatewinter

HASHTAG. I. Hate. Winter.

Okay,  Now what?