Month: January 2025

Now that I’ve said it OUT LOUD, and Facebook has announced it to the rest of my millions of followers, I’m kind of digging it. No joke. It started with the dreaded letter to report for jury duty. I’ve done my time. Been called up many many many times, and sat on a three day trial. Should be getting some kind of presidential award for that. I know it’s rigged and I’m done playing their sinister games. My first response was to throw the letter in the trash. Come get me. I’m still fast and wiley. But then I thought hmmmm. I’m a senior citizen (hate that phrase), it’s cold and snowy, and I don’t want to go out amongst people because of my poor health. None of which is true, except the cold and snowy. Very cold. Very snowy. So sent a one sentence email (you read it here first folks). And wouldn’t you know it, I got an immediate response saying I was excused. Just like that. Oh the joys of being a fabulous Boomlennial. Since then, I’ve enjoyed a discounted movie, great seat at an exclusive restaurant for that big ole milestone, and kind of rejoiced in the fact that I am one of those marginalized groups that you can’t mess with. I have a built in excuse for what ails me. Which is the best part. NOTHING. NOTHING ails me. Feeling good, looking amazing, and keeping my sense of humor. Don’t need to wear high heels ever again. Is anyone really looking at my feet?? I know people who pride themselves on still wearing those for women only shoes. Men had a brief try in the seventies with platforms, but even they realized the insanity of that. How do you run from a bear? They are embracing tennis shoes now, which I think look pretty stupid with a suit, but comfortable they are. My super power is still knowing what the weather is and my weight 24/7. Truth. You may quiz me on the weather, but my weight is going to die with me. Unless I get real skinny during that process and then I’ll shout it. PARTLY CLOUDY WITH A 20% CHANCE OF RAIN AND 110 POUNDS. Before lunch. I don’t have to say ‘in my day’ because TODAY is my day!! And I bet tomorrow will be, too. I need to start a Boomlennial support group to pat each other on the back (gently), and announce to the world that we are living our best life. And NEVER have to report for jury duty again. Did I say I’m grateful for the SMALL STUFF……

Now that The Holidays are behind(ish) me, I have time to relax and reflect on how they went down. I usually relish this post time of year, but kind of having a long goodbye kiss now. Maybe because it has been cold and snowy, it just seems like I want to keep them keeping on. Or probably more honestly, it’s because I wasn’t ‘in charge’ of anything. I just showed up looking like a million dollars (yes, tongue in cheek), with the appropriate presents, and probably a better attitude. For some reason this year, I didn’t feel like The Holidays were something I had to get through to get back to real life. Shopping online surely helped my mood. And that was mostly for me. Who deserves it more she asks? I ate an appropriate amount of snacks. (My appropriate, don’t judge). And just kind of went with the flow. Looked forward to the next ‘to do’ with cute clothes and a nice purse. My priorities have always been a bit (?) shallow. Or have they? Maybe just knowing what gives me the most feel good hormones has kept that smile on my face. When I was hosting Christmas, it was a tremendous chore. In real life, I don’t like to cook or clean or entertain for that matter, but somehow all my worst chores meant Christmas. Except for the toilet. I didn’t clean that on the big day. If anyone cared they were too weird to be my family or friend. Now I go elsewhere for the big day(s), and that suits me so much better. I didn’t know how cool it was to come home to a clean house and just plug that beautiful tree in, and move that coffee cup to the sink. Aaaahhhh. Who knew? I’ve subtly passed the experience on, and that works for everyone. The times they are a changin, and I’m cool with that. I’m like those dogs that are meant to sit on the Queens lap. Or a lizard sunning on a hot rock. Don’t overdo me. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve just been understaffed. Now that I’m appropriately staffed, as in me, I get myself gorgeous and that’s about it. Deck those halls and buy me some figgy pudding. Let it snow, snow, snow.