“You’re not heavy, you’re my mom.”
With these simple words, my son put everything into perspective for me.
As I approached my half century mark, I guess I was lamenting, more than usual, about my weight. Not that I was doing anything about it, mind you, but lament I did none-the-less. Continue reading
So here I sit on a grey, dull December day, half way through my fiftieth year.
And I’m feeling as grey as the weather.
I’ve done absolutely nothing for a month. Nothing in the fitness department, nothing off the 50 / 50 list, nothing on either of my web pages. Nothing except feeling depressed and playing computer games. The only thing I’ve gained is weight. Continue reading
Do you ever feel that there is so much weight upon your shoulders you can barely stand upright?
Today my collapse started with a paper jam. It always is the most innocuous things, isn’t it?
And, naturally, my husband was the root problem. If he had taken my advice and printed those heavy cardboard thingies at a copy store instead of trying to stuff it in my little colour printer……. Well, you get the picture.
Oh, put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
John Fogerty
Today I am one quarter of the way through my 50th year. It’s technically my 50.25 birthday.
When I faced my fiftieth birthday, the thought of how to celebrate it came up.
There simply had to be a party. After all, as my birthday landed on a Saturday, I knew the gods had decreed it must be so.
I wanted to have a party – a great party. Just like the ones I remember from my family time in Denmark. Continue reading
The definition of success—
To laugh much;
to win respect of intelligent persons and the affections of children;
to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; Continue reading
What would you do to celebrate turning fifty? Here’s what I came up with to do during my fiftieth year.
Here’s the link to the list: http://www.dampcoastdame.com/?p=28
So as my half century (!?!) mark approaches, I feel the need to mark the momentous event in some sort of special way. And, honestly, I don’t think if can be achieved in a single, one day celebration. After all the sh*t I’ve been through, I think a prolonged celebration is in order.
