I realize that it has been a really long time since I have been to visit you but today I'm working around my kitchen and feeling a little bit like I have a chuckle bursting to get out. So I will once again try my hand at writing my thoughts and see if you may get a smile. (It is hard at this time in life for me to know if it is my funny bone laughing or just hormones. So you'll have to let me know.)
As I have been making supper I have not been able to get the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" off my mind. You see, tonite we are having Vegetable Moussaka. We have just discovered this dish and it is so yummy that it makes me think that in some vague way I resemble a Greek chef. Yes, it is a dish that is so out of the ordinary that you kinda feel like you may have some special talent in the area of cooking. (If any of you know me, you know that I do not enjoy cooking. I love eating but the prep of food is a task I do not enjoy. That is one more reason I feel Greek, the love of eating.) Anyway, back on track, in the movie Tula says at the start how she just wanted to be like all the other girls with their wonder bread sandwiches but she had to eat Greek foods like moussaka. Ever since then I have wanted to know what moussaka was and what it tasted like. Although this recipe doesn't have the meat in it that Tula's aunt so shockingly couldn't understand when Ian informs them that he's a vegetarian, it is still extremely good.
Anyway, with the smell of it cooking I feel as if I should break out dancing around my kitchen saying "om pah". And then I find myself wondering if the next time you see me you will notice that I'm looking a little more Greek. (Just as Ian did to Tula's aunt.)
So, for now I will do a little jump and twirl in the air and raise my hand with my imaginary glass and say "Om pah".
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Thursday, March 12, 2009
" I think I'm losing my marbles" #2
The other day I had one of those LOL moments. (You have to laugh or you'd just have to cry of embarrassment.)
It was Mon Mar 2 and when I woke up that morning I was in pain. So I figured that a massage was my only chance to get on my feet. I crawled out of bed and phoned the massage therapist asking for an appointment. I knew that I would take anything that she had to offer even if it meant clearing my schedule. As it happened she was able to take me at 1:00pm. I got in the shower and was shaving my legs when it dawned on me that today was the day that I also had me electrolysis appointment at 2:00pm.
I have been seeing my electrolysis lady for years and we have finally got to the place where we are on my swimsuit line. (That means that you don't shave your legs for at least 2 days before your appointment.) As I was finishing my first leg and starting my second leg I realized that today was my appointment and I had just shaved half of my appointment away. I had made this appointment a month before and didn't want to miss it so I decided that I would just leave the rest unshaven. That way I would at least benefit from some of my time and money.
While on my way to massage I thought I'd be a good customer and phone ahead and let my electrolysis lady know that I would be about 10 min. late. I figured it would take an hour for massage and 10 mins to drive across town to the salon. My electrolysis lady's answering machine came on so I left a message knowing that she would probably check it between appointments. As it turned out I was in my car at 2:20, and knowing that I had missed half of my appointment I sped across town while phoning to tell her I was still coming. Once again I got her answering machine. That put me in an even bigger panic. In my mind I could imagine the frustration she would be sharing with the other people there about the tardy customers not realizing how valuable her time is. Well I finally arrive at 2:30. When I got in to the salon my embarrassment hit while I tried to think of how to explain my half shaven state. I could imagine the shock and effort it would take for her not to laugh at what she saw. That is when I burst out laughing at what happens when your mind starts to go.
Chuckling to myself I approached the appointment desk. The lady who sat there looked at me a little strange when I said that I was here for my appointment. She very hesitantly said that she would check the electrolysis appointment book. When she came back she informed me that I was booked in for 2:00 on Mar. 3. "Yes" I said "that's right". She smiled at me and said "Mar. 3 is tomorrow". I burst out laughing and let her know that I was having one of those days. What I omitted was that lately these have been the majority of my days, not really the exception but kind of the norm.
Once again I thought of Tootles off of Hook who walks around frantically saying "I've lost my marbles, I've lost my marbles".
How scary is it to think that Tootles has become one of my kindred spirits?LOL
Anyway, if you are losing your marbles let me know, I'm getting quite good at looking for marbles. Who knows, maybe they're where mine are? LOL
It was Mon Mar 2 and when I woke up that morning I was in pain. So I figured that a massage was my only chance to get on my feet. I crawled out of bed and phoned the massage therapist asking for an appointment. I knew that I would take anything that she had to offer even if it meant clearing my schedule. As it happened she was able to take me at 1:00pm. I got in the shower and was shaving my legs when it dawned on me that today was the day that I also had me electrolysis appointment at 2:00pm.
I have been seeing my electrolysis lady for years and we have finally got to the place where we are on my swimsuit line. (That means that you don't shave your legs for at least 2 days before your appointment.) As I was finishing my first leg and starting my second leg I realized that today was my appointment and I had just shaved half of my appointment away. I had made this appointment a month before and didn't want to miss it so I decided that I would just leave the rest unshaven. That way I would at least benefit from some of my time and money.
While on my way to massage I thought I'd be a good customer and phone ahead and let my electrolysis lady know that I would be about 10 min. late. I figured it would take an hour for massage and 10 mins to drive across town to the salon. My electrolysis lady's answering machine came on so I left a message knowing that she would probably check it between appointments. As it turned out I was in my car at 2:20, and knowing that I had missed half of my appointment I sped across town while phoning to tell her I was still coming. Once again I got her answering machine. That put me in an even bigger panic. In my mind I could imagine the frustration she would be sharing with the other people there about the tardy customers not realizing how valuable her time is. Well I finally arrive at 2:30. When I got in to the salon my embarrassment hit while I tried to think of how to explain my half shaven state. I could imagine the shock and effort it would take for her not to laugh at what she saw. That is when I burst out laughing at what happens when your mind starts to go.
Chuckling to myself I approached the appointment desk. The lady who sat there looked at me a little strange when I said that I was here for my appointment. She very hesitantly said that she would check the electrolysis appointment book. When she came back she informed me that I was booked in for 2:00 on Mar. 3. "Yes" I said "that's right". She smiled at me and said "Mar. 3 is tomorrow". I burst out laughing and let her know that I was having one of those days. What I omitted was that lately these have been the majority of my days, not really the exception but kind of the norm.
Once again I thought of Tootles off of Hook who walks around frantically saying "I've lost my marbles, I've lost my marbles".
How scary is it to think that Tootles has become one of my kindred spirits?LOL
Anyway, if you are losing your marbles let me know, I'm getting quite good at looking for marbles. Who knows, maybe they're where mine are? LOL
Monday, March 2, 2009
Old Age
Why oh Why does getting older have to be so painful?
I remember when older people would say to me that when you hit 40 it all starts to fall apart. I also remember thinking to myself that I will never be like that. I will keep myself in shape and I won't have to be like that. (As if I had total control of what older age would look like for me.)
In my mind I was the older women who is running down the beach looking like the 20 year old and being the envy of the world. Perfct hair, perfect body, no wrinkles, totally stylish, straight out of the magizine and off the movies. That was going to be me, in my mind.
Now the reality has hit. None of that has happened. I am 50 and falling apart.
I remember when older people would say to me that when you hit 40 it all starts to fall apart. I also remember thinking to myself that I will never be like that. I will keep myself in shape and I won't have to be like that. (As if I had total control of what older age would look like for me.)
In my mind I was the older women who is running down the beach looking like the 20 year old and being the envy of the world. Perfct hair, perfect body, no wrinkles, totally stylish, straight out of the magizine and off the movies. That was going to be me, in my mind.
Now the reality has hit. None of that has happened. I am 50 and falling apart.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Help!
Wow! Here it is 2 months later than my last post and I find that I'm struggling finding time to write.
So, that today is my big frustration. All my friends and family find all kinds of time to be on their computers blogging, e-mailing, ect. and I can never seem to take enough time to blog which is one of my favorite things to do.
I have e-mails that I want to send and yet it seems that when I get the computer booted up and ready to write that something always comes up.
Please help me figure out where I missing the mark on organizing my time to get these things done. Any suggestions? I'm all ears. (If your still out there and checking this sight out.)
So, that today is my big frustration. All my friends and family find all kinds of time to be on their computers blogging, e-mailing, ect. and I can never seem to take enough time to blog which is one of my favorite things to do.
I have e-mails that I want to send and yet it seems that when I get the computer booted up and ready to write that something always comes up.
Please help me figure out where I missing the mark on organizing my time to get these things done. Any suggestions? I'm all ears. (If your still out there and checking this sight out.)
Monday, December 1, 2008
To do about nothing
Today I feel like posting but I can't think of anything to write so I thought that if I just start maybe something would come to mind.
I just realized that we are starting Dec. and that means only 3 weeks til Christmas. I found that my mind got rather racy at the realization. At my age that is the only thing that's racy about me, other than my heart sometimes. The docs like to call it panic but I don't think that's possible at 50.
Anyway, the panic of Christmas is in the air and for all those who are ahead and almost ready my congratulations go out to you. For me, I haven't even started yet. I have no idea as to what I'm doing in the gift department but I have thought about the food side. That's all I've done, just thought. Oh, I did dig out the snowman welcome for the front door and set it in place.
Here is another strange thought. Have you noticed that we buy outdoor decorations and then hesitate to put them outside because they probably will get stolen. I have now bought 2 different snowmen to be set by the front door but have made places for them inside the house because I don't know how to attach them to the house so that they can't be took. The welcome snow girl sits inside my front door and now my new one will probably go down stairs by the entry to the family room. I have now decided to decorate a little tree with colored lights and put it out front. Not near as nice but if it gets took it isn't much money lost. Who knows maybe I'll still come up with a good idea to attach the new snowman to the railing.
With having renovating the house this year I now have no idea how to decorate for Christmas. I now am missing walls and shelves that used to hold all my Christmas ornaments. (Now there is a reason to feel a little racy. Isn't it amazing what makes our hearts race at this age.)It takes a lot of work to figure out a new pattern for all the things I love to have out.
Well, this turned out to be all about Christmas but there it is, my ramblings for today. Nothing profound just dribble. (Is that even a word or did I manage to make something up based on a sound of some other word?)
Think I'm losing my mind? Could be true. I'm still looking for my marbles along with Tootles off the movie Hook.
I just realized that we are starting Dec. and that means only 3 weeks til Christmas. I found that my mind got rather racy at the realization. At my age that is the only thing that's racy about me, other than my heart sometimes. The docs like to call it panic but I don't think that's possible at 50.
Anyway, the panic of Christmas is in the air and for all those who are ahead and almost ready my congratulations go out to you. For me, I haven't even started yet. I have no idea as to what I'm doing in the gift department but I have thought about the food side. That's all I've done, just thought. Oh, I did dig out the snowman welcome for the front door and set it in place.
Here is another strange thought. Have you noticed that we buy outdoor decorations and then hesitate to put them outside because they probably will get stolen. I have now bought 2 different snowmen to be set by the front door but have made places for them inside the house because I don't know how to attach them to the house so that they can't be took. The welcome snow girl sits inside my front door and now my new one will probably go down stairs by the entry to the family room. I have now decided to decorate a little tree with colored lights and put it out front. Not near as nice but if it gets took it isn't much money lost. Who knows maybe I'll still come up with a good idea to attach the new snowman to the railing.
With having renovating the house this year I now have no idea how to decorate for Christmas. I now am missing walls and shelves that used to hold all my Christmas ornaments. (Now there is a reason to feel a little racy. Isn't it amazing what makes our hearts race at this age.)It takes a lot of work to figure out a new pattern for all the things I love to have out.
Well, this turned out to be all about Christmas but there it is, my ramblings for today. Nothing profound just dribble. (Is that even a word or did I manage to make something up based on a sound of some other word?)
Think I'm losing my mind? Could be true. I'm still looking for my marbles along with Tootles off the movie Hook.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Cha! Cha! Cha!
Today I just confirmed my order for the core rhythm workout videos. I'm quite excited about it because in no time flat I will have the body of a dancer. Yes, you heard me, the body of a dancer. I can hear you chuckling out there but the TV has promised me that this will work in no time flat. So when it happens I should be the envy of all of you.LOL
This workout is done with Latin dance and is supposed to tone the core of a person like doing palates or yoga. And all that with no stress to the body. Sounds to good to be true hey! Well I guess that time will tell.
I think the hard part of exercise for me is finding something that I love doing. I am not a big athlete the way that so many are and so I get tired of doing what ever after a while. The one thing that Hubby and I have done is to take old time dance and we just love it. You would be shocked at how hard on the muscles it is. Every time we go we say that we'll have to do this more often in order to keep up. So now with the Latin dance to tone all those core (isn't that a nice way to say flabby stomach) muscles I should be on my way to a lean mean fighting machine body.
I haven't broke the news to my hubby yet and I'm just not sure yet how to do it, but I had better get at it before the charge shows up on the credit card. He's always okay with what I do but he'll probably want to know if I think I'll use this one. We have a shelf of exercise videos that haven't worked. I have watched them with a big bowl of popcorn and never seen any change so I know that he has every right to wonder how this will work. The only thing that I can come up with is to actually do them. Now that is a scary commitment for me. I think that I may need to have accountability in order to make it through, or at least give it a fair try. When I told one of my close friends she said that she may try them with me. If there is anymore of you who would like to join the club maybe this thing might work. You know what they say about accountability and all that.
Anyway, that is my new adventure and I'm quite excited.
Cha! Cha! Cha!
This workout is done with Latin dance and is supposed to tone the core of a person like doing palates or yoga. And all that with no stress to the body. Sounds to good to be true hey! Well I guess that time will tell.
I think the hard part of exercise for me is finding something that I love doing. I am not a big athlete the way that so many are and so I get tired of doing what ever after a while. The one thing that Hubby and I have done is to take old time dance and we just love it. You would be shocked at how hard on the muscles it is. Every time we go we say that we'll have to do this more often in order to keep up. So now with the Latin dance to tone all those core (isn't that a nice way to say flabby stomach) muscles I should be on my way to a lean mean fighting machine body.
I haven't broke the news to my hubby yet and I'm just not sure yet how to do it, but I had better get at it before the charge shows up on the credit card. He's always okay with what I do but he'll probably want to know if I think I'll use this one. We have a shelf of exercise videos that haven't worked. I have watched them with a big bowl of popcorn and never seen any change so I know that he has every right to wonder how this will work. The only thing that I can come up with is to actually do them. Now that is a scary commitment for me. I think that I may need to have accountability in order to make it through, or at least give it a fair try. When I told one of my close friends she said that she may try them with me. If there is anymore of you who would like to join the club maybe this thing might work. You know what they say about accountability and all that.
Anyway, that is my new adventure and I'm quite excited.
Cha! Cha! Cha!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
"I had a dream........"
I had a dream last night that I actually would classify as a nightmare. My dream was not a vision of things that could be, although I guess that would be possible, but a dream in which I woke up wondering if there was a message in it for me. I really hate it when you have disturbing dreams and wake up feeling shaken and inadequate.
In my dream I was on this singing team that went to churches to lead worship. Everyone on this team was around my daughters age. We were just going up on stage when all these girls, four of them, told me that I was to old and couldn't keep up with them. All the way through that night they kept taunting me about how inadequate and slow I was to be singing with them. Needless to say I was devastated and couldn't understand why they hadn't said anything before. And why were they humiliating me publicly. They felt that I should have known that they were way out of my league. I was just to old to sing with them. Thankfully, I woke up. But that nightmare left me wondering my question of today, "Is there an age in which you should quit doing the things that you love just because you are a certain age?"
I'm 50 and to this point I have been on a worship team most of my life. I am wondering if there is an age where it is inappropriate to be on the team when everyone is younger than you? Throughout my life there have been times that I have thought that there are people who should realize that their time has come and it's time to be your age. I find that I wonder that for things like dress, hair, behaviour etc. Now I find myself wondering if that extends to ministry?
I have heard it said often that it is time for the younger generation to step in and lead. Up til now I've been okay with that because I was that generation. Now here I am stepping over that thresh hold of the older generation and I find myself wondering if that means it's time to give up being part of a music team because right now I'm gray haired and over 50.
So again my question comes up "Am I to old to continue singing for worship in a church that has young music? Is there only certain music that you publicly do that is age appropriate?" or "Should I should just dye my hair and try and fool the world into thinking that I'm younger than I am?" (By the way I'm not judgemental on coloring hair.)
P.S.
Do you think I'm going through a midlife crisis?
In my dream I was on this singing team that went to churches to lead worship. Everyone on this team was around my daughters age. We were just going up on stage when all these girls, four of them, told me that I was to old and couldn't keep up with them. All the way through that night they kept taunting me about how inadequate and slow I was to be singing with them. Needless to say I was devastated and couldn't understand why they hadn't said anything before. And why were they humiliating me publicly. They felt that I should have known that they were way out of my league. I was just to old to sing with them. Thankfully, I woke up. But that nightmare left me wondering my question of today, "Is there an age in which you should quit doing the things that you love just because you are a certain age?"
I'm 50 and to this point I have been on a worship team most of my life. I am wondering if there is an age where it is inappropriate to be on the team when everyone is younger than you? Throughout my life there have been times that I have thought that there are people who should realize that their time has come and it's time to be your age. I find that I wonder that for things like dress, hair, behaviour etc. Now I find myself wondering if that extends to ministry?
I have heard it said often that it is time for the younger generation to step in and lead. Up til now I've been okay with that because I was that generation. Now here I am stepping over that thresh hold of the older generation and I find myself wondering if that means it's time to give up being part of a music team because right now I'm gray haired and over 50.
So again my question comes up "Am I to old to continue singing for worship in a church that has young music? Is there only certain music that you publicly do that is age appropriate?" or "Should I should just dye my hair and try and fool the world into thinking that I'm younger than I am?" (By the way I'm not judgemental on coloring hair.)
P.S.
Do you think I'm going through a midlife crisis?
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