His & Her Walmart Lists

So, today hubby and I made our monthly trip to Wal-Mart for non-food and miscellaneous sundry items. This is our List     🙂


Makeup remover cloths


Eye drops

Lens cleaner -for glasses and camera



Overnight eye cream

Daytime wrinkle eraser

Undereye concealer

Sunscreen for body

Sunscreen for face

Hair spray

Leave-in conditioner (spray)



Probiotic supplement

Cotton puffs

Emery board-6 sided

Nail polish remover

Secret solid

Antibacterial wipes (for fishing)

Hand sanitizers- kitchen & purse sizes

Scented spa moisturizer


bar soap




The Queen of Klutz!

I have officially, as of this day, captured from my sibling (you know who you are!) the ultimate in fashion headgear and most-coveted title: THE QUEEN OF KLUTZ!  Long held by a member of my family (whose middle name is  Accident), I have come upon ownership of this title quite unexpectedly! Let’s just say, I sprained my left wrist, bungeeing jumping over Havasupai Falls–ok, so it wasn’t that; it must have been free-falling from the former Sears Tower? No, that wasn’t it–must have been that parasailing over Lake Powell–nooo, it wasn’t that! Ok, I fell off my stripper pole during last night’s finale…NO? Truth is, I was loading my dishwasher and had a teeny weeny dizzy spell and YEP, fell into the open dishwasher. Home alone, awkwardly sprawled over the door (nearly breaking it at the same time!) I thought: OH GOSH, is THIS how a refined, sophisticated gal like me buys the farm??? Falling in a dishwasher!?! NOOO…So I picked myself up and checked myself out and although I had tremendous pain in my left wrist,  there was no blood and there were no broken appendages…phew!

However, I did believe the left wrist was broken, which is only fair, since almost exactly two years ago I broke my RIGHT wrist in a fall!  So I hauled myself off to the Ortho Doc the next day for Xrays that showed no broken bones, but a definite sprain. Grrrrr….a hand brace for at least 4-6 weeks…

I have had fun telling unsuspecting friends and family that I DID indeed fall off a stripper pole and watching them chuckle. However, the ultimate humiliation occurred at the next visit to my family doctor. Sporting a wrist brace, I sat patiently waiting for him to enter. Dr. M has been my family doc for almost 30 years, so he knows me quite well. When he walked in, wearing his reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose, he looked at me and said
“Well, what happened to you?”

“Fell off my stripper pole a few days ago,” I said totally expressionless.

Then the good doctor looked at me from my feet to the top of my head and said:

“Ain’t you a little old for a stripper pole?”

That’s my story and I’m stripping, err.. I mean STICKING to it!


The New Queen of Klutz

CLASS ASSIGNMENT:The Good, The Bad & The Ugly of Being Over 60


The Good, The Bad and The Ugly of Being Over 60

2012pix 105     The Golden Years. Retirement. The Empty Nest. Time to pursue hobbies. Time to RELAX and enjoy whatever years are left. Right?

     Maybe. For some, those years are golden, for others, not so much. There are definitely some great things to appreciate about Old Age.

     The best?

     Having grandkids- those adorable, mischievous, drooling and giggling offspring of my offspring. The joys of watching them give their parents as much trouble and aggravation as they gave me when they were that age. Poetic justice- gotta love it.

     But the downside?

     The ultimate Guessing Game-which body part will hurt the most today? The arthritic knees? The perpetually sore lower back? The once-nimble fingers and hands? What will you have at 60? Bifocals or trifocals? Cataracts? Glaucoma? They’re out there and they’re waiting for you.

     Finances- the money saved from not having kids to support shall now be contributing to your doctor’s kids college funds, the profit margins for a myriad of pharmaceutical companies, and local hospitals as well. Makes one wonder how Methuselah lived so long.

     Lastly, the really ugly- bingo arms, crow’s feet, thinning hair, whacked out hormones and shifting cellulite.Unless your cousin, brother-in-law or BFF is a cosmetic surgeon, say goodbye to that highly-ogled, sexy and toned body of your younger days!

     George Bernard Shaw, noted Irish playwright and social activist, said it best- “Youth is wasted on the young!”

It was the best of times….

Well, here we are  in 2013 and my second year of  college is rapidly approaching. 

I can’t complain about last year at all. Yep, I was sick a bunch and that was truly miserable, but I also have  much to be grateful for:  I acquired a sweet new grandson in February.  I finished my novella.  Achieved a 4.0 for my first ever semester in college (and my second) !  Got better at fishing. Made new friends.  Met some great teachers. After 18 months of unemployment, hubby found a great job.  My niece and nephew both had healthy, beautiful baby boys. My wonderful, funny aunt moved back to Arizona after being gone for over 20 years in another state. My sisters and brothers have stayed relatively healthy for our advanced ages. 🙂  My family back east survived Superstorm Sandy with relatively little damage.  The Mayans were wrong. The politicians have stopped advertising. I think the Mayans may have had something to do with that! 😉 In this last year,  my five grandkids have brought me more joy than I can describe here. My house is still standing, despite an occassional sighting of a termite or two. My friends are all fairly happy and content. My plate is more than half full: it’s  almost  overflowing!  Could I be richer, thinner, taller, smarter or blonder? Sure! But I’m in a good place and very aware of how blessed I am!

So in the coming year, I hope to keep my grades perfect, spend more time with my grandkids, accomplish most of the things on my To-Do list (that never-ending thing we ALL have!), fish whenever I can  and stop to smell the roses every chance I get (hopefully my own- if this cold doesn’t kill them)!

Happy New Year friends and family! God bless us one and all!

Me and Korben David

A Girl Named Sue

We first met 32 years ago, when  I moved in next door to Sue and her husband Dan. At the time, I had a little girl and she had a little boy, about 8 years apart.

We became fast friends,sharing recipes, child issues, and much more. It was rather odd, really, because our backgrounds were so extremely different. 

In time,  I added a daughter, she added a son. Then I added another daughter and she finally had HER daughter! So we went from one kid each to three kids each before you could say “child-bearing years!”  It was a hectic time as we both tried to balance jobs, kids, homes and hubbies. But she was always there for me when I needed her  and vice versa.

It was a sad day for me when they moved on up to a bigger house to accommodate their growing family. We kept in touch as much as possible with our very busy lives. We attended weddings on each side and other social events. But I really missed having her next door.

So here we are now: both grandmas!  We both have five, and I hear tell she’s getting ready to welcome number six!  We may not see each other very often, but it’s one of those friendships were one calls the other and we can chat forever, like no time at all has passed. I’m proud to call her my friend, still.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUE! May you enjoy many more years of being a grandma and a great friend!



Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It’s off to school I go!

Well, a few weeks ago, anyway! Been so busy getting back in the groove, I have neglected my blog and for that I expect boos galore (or not!).

I was quite anxious to get back to school, see what my teachers would be like and start learning again!  Both nervous and excited, I approached the first day as most students do: cautiously.

But I’m happy to report that both my teachers are AWESOME, I love my classes, and I expect to do pretty darn well. Mrs. Hay is a witty and fun teacher. Mr de’Shay is smart and extremely entertaining.  I lucked out for sure!

I still have that dreaded fear of  THE MAC, but fortunately, won’t have to use it in class very much. Thank you, God for small favors!!

So, stay tuned for updates on my grades, my whining about too much homework, and my constant griping about not enough hours in the day!


And now, for something totally different!

OK,  I slammed my hubby a little too hard on that last post, so in all fairness, I think I should set the record straight on  some of  the GOOD STUFF he’s done!

I’ll start right after we met, just about 13 years ago, because that’s when I  got my first  glimpse of his kind heart.

Two of my daughters were still in high school and living at home.  We had the bad luck to come down with the flu all at the same time. Hubby’s car was broken down and he lived on the west side of town, yet he took two buses to get to our house and take care of us for two days. Major point score!

On our first date, we went to lunch, then we went to some thrift stores–not terribly romantic, but something we both like to do. At one store, I saw a pair of vintage pearl and diamond earrings I just fell in love with. He bought them for me and they became favorites; still are.

Too many incidents to recall them all, but these  stand-out:

Shortly after 9/11, I began to have violent nightmares and dreaded going to bed. He was living here at the time and did his best to keep my spirits up. One night, after a particularly stressful day, I was weepy and restless, dreading sleep again. I got  up to go to the bathroom, and when I got back into bed, he hugged me and I thought I felt something weird.  I turned on the light and he was wearing my sexy, one piece black bathing suit! I laughed so hard, all the gloom went out the window!  He’ll probably cringe at the re-telling of this, but it’s a favorite “good” memory.

More recently:  Last year we had a birthday dinner for my BFF, Mary. We invited some mutual friends to join us. Shortly before dinner, we found out our other friend’s mother was going to join us and it was her birthday too. Without asking me, he took the sheet cake I had bought at Fry’s back to their bakery department and had the decorator add the other woman’s name to the cake. I was amazed that he would even THINK to do something like that.

Just a few months ago: Hubby was picking up some parts for work at a local auto parts store. There was a young couple in there with a little boy about the same age as our grandkids. The little one had found a package of Hot Wheels cars he really wanted. Hubby heard the mom tell him they couldn’t afford them until Dad got paid on Friday. Hubby took the Hot Wheels to the cashier and after paying for them, handed them to the mom.  She protested that he didn’t have to do that. He replied that  “I have a grandson about his age, it’s ok.”

Random acts of kindness make the world a better place.  On THIS,  he does his share!