Wednesday, September 29, 2004

IT'S FALL...IT'S FALL COVER UP TIME!!!!

Thank goodness...it's Fall!

Time to put away the shorts, bathing suits and other clothes that are not flattering to a person of my age.

Bring on the long pants, the big, bulky sweaters, sweat shirts and coats!

I love this time of year because for 8 months...8 lovely months....I can cover my body and feel secure that no one knows what is under all of my layers...but me.

I start this time of year with a promise to myself to go to the gym regularly and whip my body into shape for next summer.

It does amuse people that I am still wearing my sweat shirts, long pants and big bulky sweaters well into June.

I only take them off when the sweat pours off of me and people start to point and snicker.

If I don't make it to the gym this winter...I may have to wear my wonderful cover up clothes way past the 4th of July. Who's to say that a long coat with a furry hood cannot be fashionable in July?

If people stare, I will just let them know that I am wearing all of these clothes to keep from paying for a sauna. 

I may just start a new trend for the over 50 crowd. The very people who saw me wearing my furry Parka this past summer.

Who knows, this July, I may just run into many women at Kroger's wearing long coats with furryhoods......................... and of course sandles to match!

Mary Louise

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT!

 Larry La Prise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully
 at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into
the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started

What if...

THE HOKEY POKEY IS....REALLY...WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!!!!!

M.L.

Monday, September 27, 2004

DISCIPLINE...THE NEW WAY!

There are always new theories for discipline.....

This one works very well on this child!

He had been fussing and whinning all day. Talking back and using curse words. His Mom & Dad decided that it was time for a car ride to discuss his behavior.

He is a calm, nice, behaving child today.

M L

Thursday, September 23, 2004

THE BEACH CRITIC RETURNS

WEST COAST CRITIC

In July, I decided to be the self-appointed beach critic of Santa Barbara, California. It was a thankless job but someone 50ish had to do it. I was critiquing the under 20 somethings as they strutted up and down the beach in Santa Barbara. I was there for 3 weeks so I saw it all and made notes.

 I sat on the beach covered from head to toe. I had on a big hat, sunglasses and umbrella chair. Beside me, I had my water and sun screen. I watched with a critical eye.

All that energy (sigh) where did it go???? I digress....

I was amazed that the girls were able to keep those tiny suits up while walking in high, high roller blades across the sand. Talking and saying "Oh Ma God" after every sentence.

EAST COAST CRITIC

The first 2 weeks of September were spent critiquing the under 20 somethings ( different coast) on Pensacola Beach in the panhandle of Florida.

The only major difference between the West and East coast under 30 crowd was their shoes and the way they talked.

The Pensacola young ones wore the tiny suits but not as tiny as the Santa Barbara under 20's.  The Florida group did not wear roller blades. They strutted around barefooted while saying, Bless her Heart or Bless your heart.

They also spoke with a soft southern accent and didn't say....Oh Ma God, Oh Ma God as the pitch in their voices went up an octive.

So there you have it. The difference between the West Coast swimming season and the East Coast swimming season.

Personally, I'm glad the swimsuit season is over.

When you are a 50 something...wearing a swim suit can cause  you to run screaming, to see a therapist....nothing major...just a little thing called....

 body image and aging.

Later,

Mary Louise the Beach Critic... signing off

 

Sunday, September 19, 2004

MY KNEE HURTS

I thought that I was so smart yesterday!!!!

We have put new carpet in the house and we also have a little dog who seems interested in marking his territory.

I decided, in all my wisdom, to put up what I call...Peco barriers.

I put two foot barriers from the kitchen to the foyer and also from the kitchen to the dining room.

That will keep the little guy from marking the new carpet...am I smart, or what!

I was in a hurry yesterday and  forgot about the Peco barrier.

I fell over the barrier into the kitchen. I braced myself with my hands and landed on my knees.

Thus...the sore knees but...

Peco has not been able to mark his territory so...

I WIN...I WINN...I WINN with just sore knees to show for it. 

Later,

Mary Louise