Monday, March 17, 2014

Check baby, check baby 1,2,3,4, check baby, check baby 1,2,3

All it takes is a weekend away with some teenage girls to make you realize that you are the owner of a 40+ blog.
You know you are older than 40 when...
-You get down to rap music that actually had lyrics that made sense ( to some degree)
-The lyrics to songs now played on ipods (not cassette tapes) makes you cringe or shake
-The children in your vehicle say "hey, This song is for you... and you have no idea why, except the only curse word that is said is _BIT--..."
-the passengers fall asleep as you sing "Pour Some Sugar on Me"
-someone has to give you the look to know that "Pomegranate Lemonade" are the lyrics that can be applied to about every song out on top 40 today, and it sounds...RIGHT- who knew?

and we thought this was bad...

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Packing Procrastination Syndrome

I hate packing.  I mean I actually detest the thought.  It has not always been this way in my life. At one time I loved choosing coordinating outfits and arranging them chronologically in my suitcase.  Crooning over matching jewelry and make-up was just plain pleasure.  I'm not sure if it was aging and enjoying the location and people more than the outfit, or having 3 children to pack for (THANK GOODNESS my hubby packs for himself) that put an end to that ever so fleeting time of my life.  I dislike this chore so much I usually put if off until the very last moments, and by the grace of the wardrobe fairy, I hope to be granted with three wishes...I mean outfits when I unpack at my location.  I love, love Whose Line?  It makes me laugh until I cry.  This is exactly what I feel as if I am packing in my suitcase= props.  Note, I have no idea how I will use the items I pack
but when I get there I usually find a use for the them.  Maybe it's just me, maybe it's the spontaneity of making something fly spur of the moment, who knows?  Who cares?  But if anyone out there suffers from PPS - Packing Procrastination Syndrome, know you are not alone.