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A Reblog for this Friday. The lack of a decent baguette at Wegmans has prompted me to revisit this blog post! Enjoy the rerun!
This gallery contains 16 photos.
A Reblog for this Friday. The lack of a decent baguette at Wegmans has prompted me to revisit this blog post! Enjoy the rerun!
I’m changing the words to Willie Nelson’s “On The Road Again” to “My Wide Load Again”
My wide loan again
Need to get rid of my wide load again
Need to work it till its lean
And thin again
I just need to get rid of this load again!
Literally stuffed into my white jeans. BTW, I should NOT be wearing these since it is after Labor Day. Also–has anyone noticed that I’ve been taking photos of myself in this mirror since January and I’ve YET to take it out of the cardboard packaging and hang it? How lazy can I possibly be? Note to self–hang mirror sometime in the near future!
I worked out yesterday. NO…not at the gym sillies! I took a little trip to the Outlet mall. Walking around the outlets is my exercise. You know how exercise raises “happy” chemicals in your body? Well, I walk and then imagine the shit I can buy when I finally get a job—I’ll be so happy! Imagine me carrying around that Louis Vuitton Neverfull bag!
Deeply shallow as ever, THIS is what I achieve to earn when I become re-employed!
Exercise also relives stress and anxiety. My mall walk will be just the medication I need. Besides, I am carrying a wide load in the seat of my pants! No. It isn’t an issue with a certain bodily function. It’s the weight gained from the past ten months. I need to be active in order to get rid of my fat ass. This ass isn’t going to disappear on its own you know.
So off I went to the Philadelphia Outlets in Limerick. Luckily, my old jeans still fit. Well, I’m stuffed into them like a Polish Kielbasa, but let’s not talk about food right now……
Air conditioning on high. Music at “eleven” and I’m ready to make my way to the outlets!
The air was crisp and clear and not sweltering. It’s actually quite nice to be able to go outside and walk at an outdoor mall when the weather permits. Besides, parking at any shopping center mid-week, provided it isn’t Christmas time, guarantees the space of one’s choice!
Not a cloud in the sky and crisp, clear weather. Perfect for walking around the outlet mall. It was also great because mid-week doesn’t have the crowds that the weekend brings!
In and out of various clothing shops, I realized that there are an awful lot of crappy goods being manufactured. Complete garbage—fabrics don’t drape correctly, seams are loosely sewn, inconstant sizing. I decided to hit J. Crew Factory and then leave…..
Until I passed by the Lindt Chocolate store. I love Lindt chocolate. Bonaparte loves their chocolate too. The difference between Bonaparte’s love for it and mine is that he has willpower. I do not. Hand me a bag of Lindt chocolate truffles and I’ll eat the entire bag. The. Entire. Bag.
I could go through an entire bag in less than an hour–or until I get sick! Bonaparte has incredible willpower. He can eat one. One. And not go after the entire bag! (photo by Guava Rose)
So I passed. I didn’t even enter through the doors. I just kept walking over to J. Crew. But, as I continued to walk, I couldn’t get the thought of chocolate or sweets out of my mind. A craving was beginning to build. On a good note, Factory had some decent stuff for 40% off. I ended up with a navy pair of Gigi pants, and a plaid popover shirt. Both would look cute in a casual work environment! (As if…..)!
I had to size up in the shirt, but I like the looseness of it and I love the half-tuck!
Ya know, that damn chocolate was still on my mind as I left the outlets. It was as though the more I thought about eating healthier, the more I envisioned vegetables dripping with chocolate syrup. All I could think about was a recipe I had seen recently for chocolate almond toffee!
I had to stop at Wegmans on the way home and grab the ingreeds to make that toffee. Then I got to Wegman’s and had a different epiphany. Why not give in to a small indulgence instead?
Wegmans in Collegeville, PA. I have a love/hate relationship with this location. In the first place, there are more “handicapped” and “Parking reserved for parents with small children” signs in the lot than regular spaces. In the second place, this Wegmans never has anything I need…
Instead of going with the toffee, I picked up a jar of the Wegman’s Nutella dupe. I also picked up a small bag of sliced almonds. And rice cakes.
Wegmans “Hazel ‘Nuttin” a perfect dupe for Nutella. It actually tastes really good!
My sweet craving was satisfied in the form of what I shall deem “Cathe’s Craving”. A rice cake topped with the Wegman’s fake Nutella, a sprinkle of fleur de sel, and on top of that, sliced almonds. Not as fatty. It’s gluten-free and healthier than wolfing down an entire pan of homemade chocolate almond toffee.
This kept my cravings at bay. Rice cake = 45 calories. Fake Nutella = 80 calories for 1 tablespoon. Sprinkling of almonds = I don’t know, but it cannot be as bad as a pan of chocolate almond toffee.
I looked in the fridge and noticed that I was really low on my jar of peanut dressing. That’s another craving. This dressing is so stinking great that I only use the basic recipe just to make sure I have the ingredients on hand.
Asian Kale Slaw with Ginger Peanut Dressing I’ve posted this recipe before and will do it again. The dressing is the best of all time! ALL TIME!!!
Then I quadruple –or more—the recipe and go to town. This needs to be made in large quantities. It also gets thicker when left in the fridge for a while so you can use it as a dip or to spread on bread or whatever. It’s bangin’!
Ingredients at the ready–it’s time to make more spicy ginger peanut dressing–or sauce–or dip. Whatever you use it for, it is awesomeness!
Atypically me, I didn’t have any fresh ginger in the house but I ended up using powdered ginger and it did the job!
I always have a stash of this in the fridge. Make it. Please. You will thank me later. Oh yes. You WILL thank me!
I also received a card in the mail from Oona. When I opened it, she wrote a note to me that made me cry and touched me. It’s now in my purse for inspiration.
This was divine intervention for me. It came at a most-needed time! I love Oona!
Despite the emotional ups and downs I’ve been experiencing lately, the best up was receiving those words from my daughter. I guess I’m not the loser I wrote about a few days ago. Huh?
My day was a good one, like a jar of mixed nuts—I had mixed emotions. From disappointment about my wide load, to being gloriously happy with some stellar weather. From cravings for decadently luxurious sweets, to a solution in enjoying in moderation. From feeling like a loser a few days back, to knowing that I have a daughter who loves me and is rooting for me to succeed.
Yesterday was nice!
Well, speaking of wide loads, I HAVE to give you Willie Nelson! On the Road Again!
XOXOXOXO!!
Pope Francis will be visiting the Washington, DC, New York and Philadelphia areas in just a few days. Holy shit! He’s going to be here tomorrow! It’s really exciting. It’s also too bad that I didn’t get a special invitation to talk with him before his trip. There are a few things I want to warn him about while he’s here.
Francis, you are the cutest Pope ever! And you are just so adorably humble–but I need to clue you in on a few things….
I mean, really, the Pope still stands by Catholic Dogma, which is only fair because he is the leader of the Catholic Church. But, Francis is the most socially progressive Catholic leader we’ve ever had.
For one thing, Francis isn’t a fan of American Capitalism. We know what that means. He’s not a Republican!
Can you just imagine if Pope Francis was American? These two would be bitchin’ and whinin’ about having to pay his Social Security benefits and health care. I sure hope they aren’t planning to “take care” of Francis in any other way!!!
I wanna bake cookies for the Pope and tell him every stinking sin and naughty act I’ve ever committed in my 60 years on earth. Ain’t gonna happen because he would need an extra week just to hear about my “sinful” and “evil” doings! Actually, that’s probably one of the reasons I couldn’t get a ticket to attend a Pope Mass. *sigh* I guess I’ll just have to wait till Christ-Mass to get my Catholic on!
This confessional would need plumbing and beds if I were to confess my naughty acts!
Seriously though, I love our Pope. He walks the walk of what a true “Christian” should be. I mean, he doesn’t even wear the red Papal shoes. He thinks they are too extravagant.
Pope Benedict was a true fashionista of the Vatican, but Francis wants nothing to do with this extravagant footwear.
My friend Satan must be rolling in the hot coals over that one. Why I’ll bet he is just itching to get his hot feet squeezed into those little boats of luxurious Italian leather!
I raise my cup, chalice, wine glass to you, Francis, and give you these tips and warnings so that you can better enjoy your trip to the North East of our United States of America!
Mayor Nutter USED you as an excuse to collect funds for Philly a week before your visit. That is such a sin!
Look! Discourse was running rampant over the anxiety caused!
This bunch thinks they are closer to God than the Pope is . I think they smoke dope!
I’m sorry but there is just something so wrong with adults dressing up as pirates to get free donuts. Hey Duggars. If you want free food, why not become a Catholic? Then you can go to Communion and receive gluten-free hosts every Sunday!
If you get hungry on the road, just stop at a Dunkin’ Donuts and grab a box of Munchkins instead. Thank God Dunkin’ didn’t have Pirate Day!
Please print these plates out and use as reference. You do NOT want to be anywhere NEAR cars that adorn either Virginia or Maryland Plates or you will be entering the Gates of Heaven rather than the City of Brotherly Love sooner than you want to.
It’s gonna be tough–not only are the texters gonna text, but when they get a load of YOUR Pope Mobile, they’ll be taking pictures and selfies all along the Jersey Turnpike. Get your rosary beads out now!
Actually, I think you will be better off just letting Matt O’Donnell from ABC News just row you up (or is it down) the Schuylkill River. Isn’t this picture cute? It’s the artwork of Todd Kimmell and Norwegian Artist Fred Lammers. Tour de Francis. I love it! Don’t you??
Pope Francis. You can get away with no pexi-glass in the Vatican and in Europe. But American is gun-country my man! I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Put the top on!!! Wow! You ARE humble! You aren’t even driving a Mercedes!
So wolf down a Philly cheese steak.
Hint. Go to Geno’s.
When in New York, stop at a cart and savor a Sabrett Hot Dog that has been floating in dirty water for a few hours—they are the best!
And when you order one of these delightful dirty-water dogs, don’t forget to slather it in lots of mustard and sauerkraut. Best. Dogs. Ever!!!! Get a pretzel for dessert!
And realize, that most of the people you will meet here are good and decent people. They work hard and have hope for a better world. Most of us are on your side, buddyroo!
Francis. You will thank me later for this advice!
Today’s song is was written by a Philly boy. Eric Bazilian of The Hooters. Joan Osborne sings “One of Us’. Very appropriate for the visit of Pope Francis. XOXOXOXO!!!
I’m taking a writing challenge. I am taking The Sandbox Writing Challange 6.
What’s Holding You Back? This question IS quite the challenge, but in order for me to be an honest writer, I have to accept it. I need to question why I’m being held back and I need to find the reason for what is holding me back.
You want to really, truthfully, and honestly know what is holding me back?
I am holding myself back.
Yup! That’s right. I am my own worst enemy. Oh…I’ll write my blog posts on a regular basis..and I love writing them. I really do. It gives me a chance to write about what goes on in the gray matter between my ears and underneath my beautifully blown out waves.
I love engaging and having a good time with the friends to like to read my words.
Overall, I’m a happy little thing. I love to laugh. I love to make fun of myself. It’s what I do. But I suffer from anxiety and depression, and aside from those two very intense maladies, I’m happy. Unfortunately the anxiety and depression take over my ability to do things and both these little critters add to the mix of me holding me back!
Oh.Physically, I’m more than capable of doing. That’s not even an issue. It comes down to a matter of being able to bring my mind’s emotions and state to work together with that physical. For example. Today is a lovely day. In my mind, I know that I should be able to go outside and take my dog for a one to two-hour walk. But I can’t. I swear to you, I just cannot do it.
There is something inside me that won’t allow it. That something sometimes won’t allow me to get dressed or even leave the house on any given day.
That something in me says “You have your lady parts exam next month” “What if there is something wrong with you?” “You can’t go out–there may be something wrong’ “You can’t visit your friends. There may be something wrong with you”. “You cannot reorganize the garage because there may be something wrong with you”.
That something will also say to me ” Is that really a headache or a bloodclot or tumor?” “Is that really a stomach ache or do you have pancreatic cancer?” “Do I have a bad thyroid?” “I think I have fibromyalgia.” “Hey, just what IS fibromyalgia anyway?”
If I see a medical commercial first thing in the morning. It affects me to the point I can’t do anything because that particular disease will float around my complete being and, like war, I’m good for absolutely nothing!
I literally had to stop watching the republican debates last week because listening to those idiots got me into a mental frenzy of unreachable limits. It upset me so much that these sick and controlling men and that one wack job of a woman, want to defund Planned Parenthood and they speak of wanting more war and their hatred and bigotry is so evident that I could not sleep for two nights.
I allowed them to get to me. It’s my own doing.
I feel badly for my kids that they have to have a loser for a mother. A loser because I’ve not been a financial success. I’ve not been a professional success. All three of my children have friends who’s mothers are so successful. They are attorneys. They own businesses. They are perfect. I ain’t.
And I have nobody to blame for that but me. I have allowed my laziness and lack of self-confidence to take over my efforts to try to be a professional writer.
Coming to the harsh realization that I have no income scares the shit outta me. Then I fester upon that. Before I know it, I’m worried that I will lose home number two.
I feel like a complete slacker because Bonaparte shouldn’t have the onus of supporting the both of us and it makes me feel like shit. Then I get angry. Angry at myself. …and the cycle continues.
Seriously, if you read this, please don’t be mad at me because this post isn’t humorous. Just realize that sometimes, I’m lazy and I hold myself back. It hasn’t affected my ability to laugh!
I need a huge dose of happiness right now to help me from holding myself back. Oh well, the good thing is that I own what holds me back. I’m not blaming anyone else but me! I point the finger at myself!
In the meantime, here’s one of my favorite movie songs. Shirley Temple. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. “Come and Get Your Happiness”. I think I will replay this a lot today. Then I’ll get my happiness back and I won’t hold myself back! XOXOXOXO!!!
Such a true passage…….
Ya know, Bonaparte is so good to me. He always makes the best cuppa Joe every morning. He treats me like the pretend royalty that my delusions have me believe I am.
I really am lucky! Bonaparte makes sure I have my morning cawfee, princess style. In bed!
Come and sit with me while we share a cup!
The past few days were busy. Bonaparte knows that I’ve been feeling ridiculously sorry for myself, wallowing in self-pity, being quite a pain-in-the ass , a bit depressed lately. I miss New York City something awful. I just don’t have an emotional connection with the Philadelphia area nor do I have a connection with the people. Each day becomes more and more crippling for me, but I do struggle to make the best of the situation! After all, I’ve got Bonaparte, my kids,Chippy, and a great home!
Seriously, I may be office poison and can’t get a job due to my age, but I have a nice life. I’ll bitch and moan, but between my kids and Bonaparte, I’m only lucky lady! Oh..and Adam blew my hair out on Friday. Lovin’ my waves!
Anyway, yesterday Bonaparte decided to take me into New York. Jake and Roman met us for a nice brunch at Les Halles, Anthony Bourdain’s restaurant where we had a most enjoyable time.
Hey, would I lie to you? Trust me, if you are in Manhattan any time soon, have lunch or dinner at Les Halles. It isn’t “haute cuisine”, but the food is consistent in being good. It’s easy simple and non-complicated French bistro stuff. Nice ambiance too–and the wait staff is great! It is our “go-to” NYC place! Can’t go wrong here!
It’s just very comforting when I’m in New York and with the kids. Its amazing how one afternoon spent back in New York City, for just a few hours, can bring my spirit back up to a good place. It’s even better when the boys are able to meet us. If only Oona were back in New York……….
We had good food, good conversation, and the weather was perfect for driving and walking around!
The skies were overcast as we entered the city. But….
By the time we finished brunch and headed downtown the sun and blue skies took over!
We dropped Roman off at the new WTC site. I think I’m almost ready to venture and explore the “new” downtown.
It’s always fun to go to the City because it’s also an excuse for me to get dressed a bit.
Do you like my outfit? I got to wear my new J. Crew Regency blazer and my new front-zipper Pixie Pants also from J. Crew. The Repetto ballet flats I got for a steal of 93 euros this past summer were so comfortable. THE perfect shoes for walking in the City!
It was just one of those really great days. Traffic was on our side, no wait to get through the Holland Tunnel in both directions. It was a nice way to finish the summer!
Oh wait. I didn’t tell you? I had an interview with a staffing agency last week. I just about had a full-blown anxiety/panic attack about it too.
They “tested” me on my Excel skills! Excel—that unforgiving little program that Microsoft changes from year to year. Microsofties think that they do us a favor by revamping and “improving” the program. They aren’t—they just make it easier for rocket scientists and MIT students. Your average administrative and executive assistants just become frustrated and stressed.
Anyway, I had to deal with Pivot tables, charts, formulas, page layouts, workbooks, sheets….question upon question upon question and I thought the small amount of gray matter in between my ears would burst! Then my anxiety peaked in anticipation of my “Word” skills test immediately following this Excel judgement. So I finished the test, my confidence was in the sue-ah (that’s NY talk for sewer). Then I heard an announcement. I had a perfect score. 100% correct! Because of this perfect score the “Word” testing was waived!
That was pretty cool, I have to admit. My confidence was rising…
Oh! I almost forget. Saturday evening brought about a great dinner dish! “Poulet a la Provencale”.
This recipe is amazing and so easy. I’ve altered it a bit though.
I altered the recipe just a bit–mostly in the procedure of cooking it. Have a click and let me know if you try it! Poulet a la Provencale
See this book?
Take it from me, if you EVER see this book in a store, grab it and take it home. It will be invaluable!
Hands down, it’s the best French home-style cookbook of all time. My copy is so dog-eared and so filled with spills and crumbs. I picked it up at the now-defunct “Borders” book store for about six dollars maybe eight years ago. Bonaparte says it is the most realistic French cookbook ever!
Serve with a salad and a nice wine and you’ve got a nice light dinner! Perfect for the end of summer and into early fall!
It was a nice few days. Not overly ambitious, and not boring. Fun but just enough to fill those last lazy days of summer….
..which fits in well with today’s song? “Lazy Day”. Spanky and Our Gang. I loved Spanky!
Oops! Our cawfee is now iced because I tawked too long! XOXOXO!!!
Hi Society,
Or should I say “High” Society? Seriously society, what the hell has happened to you? I mean, you used to be so classy and proper and cultured and intellectual!
Baby, you used to care. You had high standards! You used to be somebodies! You used to be contenders. Now you are all but washed up. And you did it to yourself.
Maybe 60 years isn’t very long to be on this earth to give you some constructive criticism, but I’ve seen so many changes in you. Trust me, the good changes are few and the not-so-good changes are plenty. I need to understand. I need you to explain.
Society. I need you to examine your conscience.
There was a time when you were a better people. I remember it well. I can remember being a child and going shopping or out and about or visiting others in the company of my parents. Before making sure I was neatly dressed, I would be reminded on how to behave in public. This was a time when people smiled at each other. Men would give a tip of their hats. Women would smile and give a polite little wave. People acknowledged each other. People actually liked each other and enjoyed each other’s company.
People don’t acknowledge any more. They either ignore or text. Or eye roll. What happened to conversation?
Society, you used to be very aware of what was going on in the world! As young students, we had to watch the news each night because we never knew when we would be “pop” quizzed on current events. The nightly news on TV reported the news and told it like it was. There was no pandering or dumbing down. We saw hard footage of the troops in Vietnam. We saw protests. The news was delivered by serious and real hard-news journalists like Walter Cronkite and Chet Huntley and David Brinkley.
Now we have “fun” news. Politically correct newscasts with a various number of “friendly” anchors who are botoxed, hair extensioned, toothy veneered and smile and laugh through even the most dismal of news. Oh…and Society, since when is your idea of “World News” only news that is contained within the borders of these 50 States? There’s a whole ‘nother world to report about. Stop looking at your belly button. Why does every news show have to end with a touchy-feely human interest story? That isn’t news!!!!! Go back to news reports the way they should be!
Hey, Society—here’s a good one. Do you remember engaging in real conversation? Well, I’ll tell you, I can remember those days. You were fantastic at both small talk and intense debate. You could show your charming side by talking so eloquently about the weather, and then change gears to flow into an intense and intellectual debate about the Vietnam War, hippies, or the housing issues in major cities!
Instead these days you engage in shaming and hating over the internet. Fat shaming. Ugly shaming. Gay hating. Trans hating. Black hating. White hating. Yellow hating. Magenta hating. Blue hating. Candy Corn hating. You don’t come out from hiding behind your computers or phones. Oh you faceless bullies—aww you make me so scared.
There was a time, Society, when you would love to read a book. Libraries were popular in the not-all-that-distant past. There was something special about perusing through the shelves of books. Those shiny plastic covers that the Library books were clothed in made them sparkle in the fluorescent light of the building. Opened books gave away their age, not by the copyright date, but by the distinct scent of the binding—sometimes a bit musty, but nevertheless enticing. Books were food—food for the brain. Growing up, going to the library was practically a social event. Friends would meet to do homework. People would become frustrated if they had to be placed on a waiting list for that new novel. Some seeked solace from their noisy families.
Society. When was the last time you applied for a library card?
Society, there was a time when your politicians were a bi-partisan bunch. Politicians may have not agreed on everything, but they all had a clear and concise vision of what was needed for the American people. They didn’t have a personal agenda. They weren’t sleeping with insurance companies and lobbyists. They were not filled with hatred. They respected. They were passionate. They wanted to help.
Instead, now we have a bunch of politicians who are filled with the vilest of hate and bigotry. They don’t accept differences in people nor do they accept different lifestyles or ideologies. Today’s politicians want to bully women. These men have already started their policies to lower funding to Planned Parenthood because they want control over women. NO MAN EVER HAS THE RIGHT TO TELL A WOMAN WHAT TO DO WITH HER BODY. PERIOD! Listen to me Society. I’ll show these bozos what Planned Parenthood is. I’ll castrate those men. THEN we’ll give you, Society, new meaning to Planned Parenthood!
Society—can you answer me this. When did God join the presidential race? I mean, I remember when there was an exact boundary line between Church and State. All the politicians today are speaking about bringing God into politics.
Hey. What about the people in our good country who are not of the Christian ideology? What about Jews? They don’t count? What about Muslims (and no. Not all Muslims are terrorists) or Hindus, Taoists, Sikhs, Shintos, Buddhists and Atheists? What about them? They vote. They pay taxes.
My God, and his cute son, Hipster Jesus, have too fucking much on their plates to worry about the politics of this country. Let God do his damn job without having to be involved in your politics. He wants nothing to do with it. He told me so!
Hey, Society. Do you remember when celebrities were talented actors or singers or all-around entertainers? These were people who could do everything. The days of TV may have been younger, but programming was far superior. Variety shows showcasing these talents of the many versatile stars ruled. We watched well-written drama and westerns. We had smart comedy. “Reality” TV consisted of quiz shows like “What’s My Line” or “I’ve Got a Secret.” I remember when Broadway was “The Theatre“..and not a bunch of rehashed Disney films set to a stage production.
These days you have turned network TV into a garbage bin of infantile comedies featuring annoyingly precocious children who turn adults into idiotic buffoons. Less time is spent watching the show and more time is spent viewing the five-minute commercials about various prescription drugs. Those commercials cover every nuance of the drugs because people can no longer afford to visit their doctors—the co-pay is too expensive. The commercials do the job instead. That is pitiful. I would rather see a commercial for laundry detergent or perhaps watch The Marlboro Man take someone’s gun away from them.
Society—do you not know the meaning of talent? You have a reality star that has become a super celebrity all because she made a sex tape and went pee-pee on her man. Yes. She is now a gazillionaire because of sex and pee-pee. But yet, a woman who breastfeeds her child in public is considered a filthy pig by some. Am I missing something here? I’m not processing!
Society you are making people who refuse to do their job famous! We have, in one corner a government clerk who refuses to administer a marriage license because of her “Christian” beliefs. On the other end of the spectrum, we have a flight attendant who converted to a “Non-Christian” ideology and she refused to serve alcohol to a passenger on a flight. Don’t make these people famous. JUST FIRE THEM! End of story. Over and out! Grow some balls and stop being politically correct!
You were once gentle, my dear Society. Guns used to be something that only the military and police officers used. Oh. The hunters had their ammunition too. And others acquired licenses to carry. But, where you were once gentle, your dark side took over and now gun violence seems to be the norm. Society, you believe we all have the right to bear arms because “guns don’t kill”. Well, you’re right. Guns alone, sitting on a shelf, without bullets, don’t kill. Put some bullets in that gun, hand it to an overemotional person filled with rage and anger and that gun is gonna murder. How about we arm everyone with water pistols as a better solution? You’ll still be able to bear arms, only those arms are going to spit water and not bullets!
Society, you need to change your ways. You believe we need to be the world’s leader? I think you are incorrect my dear. We definitely need a leader—but your arrogance in stating we need to be the world leader is way off.
I’ll tell you why.
How can you, Society, be a world leader when you cannot even provide your citizens with the proper healthcare? How can you be a world leader when the entitled one percent of this country, evades paying the maximum amount of taxes when a lowly paid clerk ends up paying 30 percent of their wages to your government? How can you be a world leader when you allow the banks to rob people with high percentage rates—and those very banks sit on their monies collected? Remember, the banks caused our economic demise just a few years back—and not a one paid for it. How can you be a world leader when our public education system is inferior? Society, you cut funds for the arts in school. You cut the funds for the space program. These are important programs. Important to not only our society, but our global society.
How can you be a world leader when we have Americans who ARE refugees? Refugees in our own country who go ignored. They are the homeless. They are the un and under employed. They are without health insurance. They are without education. So Society, I say to your do-gooders, take a look in your own backyard. Charity begins at home!
Please, Society, don’t be alarmed at what I write. You don’t notice how your personality has changed. You don’t realize you were once a strong, feisty, intelligent, talented people. You’ve regressed.
It isn’t too late. I still have hope. Just return to being caring, and genteel. Realize that others are not the same as you. Realize that hate can be cured without going to war. Realize that our world is smaller and we need world leaders. Not a world leader!
Realize that you have a country full of beautiful people. That beautiful group is the middle-class. They are all but extinct. And it’s time to bring them back and become the true Society you once were.
Peace,
Atypical60 aka Catherine
Yesterday’s blog post was on the subject of “Boots”. Yesterday’s Boot Post
One of my blogger friends, Bun Karyudo, made a great comment:
“It’s funny, there was a time when wearing boots was a man’s thing, but nowadays they only men who get the chance are ones appearing in historical dramas.”
Dingo Bingo! I had an epiphany!
Some men need to be thanked for their contributions to women’s fashions.
I’m writing a thankful post today to some of the men who have made women more beautiful by foreseeing fashion trends.
Louis Quatorze. The great King of France, Louis XIV. Now there was a man who truly loved women! Louis was a man way ahead of his time and he wasn’t afraid to show his feminine side.
Look how regal Louis Quatorze stands. Note the huge ribbon to tie his hair back with. Note the boots. I think Tory Burch copied his boot look! Note the flow of the scarves. It’s so Boho.
I want you to take a good look at the bigness of his hair. This man has been a huge inspiration to the hair of Texan women and Long Island woman and this former Long Island woman fondly thanks him.
He danced the ballet—in the female roles no less!!
Oh. Let me tell you something. Not only did Louis XIV inspire fashion for everyday life, but take a look at today’s Irish Dance Champs……
..that’s right. Look at Oona’s wig. Look at Oona’s crown. Look at Oona’s incredibly expensive dance dress I bought that she only wore twice. Even the Jig shoes were inspired by French royalty. Forget Michael Flatley. The Irish Dancers should be indebted to Louis XIV for their “look”! Am I right???
He and the men of his court influenced women of all centuries with his dress and hair and makeup!
Check out the flushed cheeks, pale faces and that beauty mark on the guy on the right. We know where Marilyn Monroe and Cindy Crawford got the ideas for their beauty marks now, don’t we??? ( I only HOPE that is a beauty mark and not something else…..)
If it weren’t for ol’ Louis, we would not be wearing heels.
This is Louis XIV’s ballet slipper. Need I say more? Who do you think inspired Christian Louboutin?
He also invested in great real estate for his woman! He even got her a fashionable home!
I died. Died when I went to visit the chateau that Madame Maintenon received from Louis. It’s soooooooooooo much more intimate than Versailles.
Napoleon Bonaparte holds a special place in my heart too!
I took this pic of my man Napoleon some years ago when we were at Les Invalides. Napoleon’s sense of style overwhelms me with happiness.
If it weren’t for the fashion sense of Napoleon Bonaparte, we women would never have the cool military-inspired clothing that we can wear today!
I almost broke the glass to try this military jacket on. It spoke to me. I want a Bicorn hat just like Napoleon’s. I want that jacket.
The boots. The military uniforms. The pants tucked into the boots. The hats, which, in my opinion were to-die-for! I tell you, Napoleon Bonaparte is my fashion icon.
Be still my heart! Is that a CHAMBRAY military jacket to the left? And the Winter White uniform on the right? Who says you can’t wear white after Labor Day?
I could not resist taking pics of these cute little military dolls when we were at Invalides in Paris. It’s the coolest place. Plus, it’s chock full of fashion inspiration. What would Barbie do? (Hint. She’d have a field day with THESE guys!)
Napoleon inspired all the money spent on my blazers and boots!
My Napoleon-inspired weekend look makes me want to give orders to MY Bonaparte!
I’ll definitely have fun Napoleonizing these blazers when the weather cools off!
Lest we forget, I dig his taste in outerwear….
Napoleon–don’t look so sad. Waterloo was just a loss. Look at the winning way you’ve inspired so many women with your taste in clothes. I would kill for that coat..and the boots too. I do so think today’s fashion models were also inspired by your miserable pout, though. They always look so pissed off–thanks to this guy!
Napoleon also had a touch of whimsy! Where do you think Hippies got the idea for leafy and floral wreaths in their hair? Where do you think “Ladies-who-lunch” got the idea for little fur stoles and coverlets?
What a whimsical fashion multi-tasker. A pleasant mix of hippie and ladies-who-lunch. A leafy crown and an ermine coverlet. A true trendsetter ahead of his time!
He also invested in excellent real estate too! I”m not crazy about the home he purchased for Josephine after their divorce, but I do love Fontainebleu just outside of Paris. It’s my HGTV dream home!
Hey. Napoleon needed someplace to store all that military clothing! I impressed myself with the quality of this photo I snapped!
For modern day dresses, I would love to thank Andre Courreges.
To me, Andre Courreges personifies simplistic and chic fashion.
Andre brought a simplistic and comfortable style to the way we women dress today. Chic. A nice fit that isn’t tight yet not matronly. A flattering way of dressing for women of all sizes. He, along with Mary Quant were the parents of “Mod” fashion!
The only label I own that is this impressive….
It’s a hand-me-down from Bonaparte’s aunt, Daniele. I’m not proud! I think Chippy wants to eat the hanger.
Merci Monsieur Courreges!
Also, thanks to my very own Bonaparte.
The OTHER Bonaparte. Emperor of our home!
Thank you (sometimes) for being brutally honest with me when my fashion sense is just a bit “off”. Sort of thank you for telling me that I’m past the micro-mini stage of my life too.
Thank you man, I feel like a woman!
Now can you get me a coat like the other Bonaparte’s?
Did you really think I would post any song other than Shania’s “Man. I Feel Like A Woman!” XOXOXOXOXOXO!! Sing it Sista!
“I swearda God I’m gonna boot yer ass from here ta kingdom come”
Thomas Wynne
Quoted on a Friday evening in the Fall in 1975 when two Thai sticks fell out of my brother’s back jeans pocket.
My brother’s biggest mistake was getting caught. That’s what younger sibs get for not listening to me!
Ahh. Fall! It evokes so many warm and toasty memories. Like the one above. I’ll never forget the look on my father’s face when those sticks fell out of my brother’s pocket. It was hard to fool my dad. He was a NYC police officer.
If only I had a sign that read: Stoner Lives Matter.
And no. My dad did NOT boot my brother’s ass from here to kingdom come. He did worse. My brother had two tickets to see Elton John at the Garden. He was going to take a girl he liked.
My dad ripped the tickets up. Talk about Police Brutality and Tough Love!
The scent of burning cannibus leaves in the Fall has been replaced with Pumpkin Spice Lattes!
Starbucks Spiced Pumpkin Latte is now the recreational drug of choice these days!
How warm and fuzzy.
That quote by my dad reminded me that I needed to assess my “BOOT” wardrobe from last year.
Everything always comes back to me!
My closet floor was a mess. Shoes and boots everywhere. Being depressed isn’t easy you know—it just creates mess and clutter. And then I have to clean it up.
I have no idea how that gym shoe got on top of that pile. I haven’t worked out in over a year. That’s right. I own my laziness.
Ugh. In order to get to my boots, I knew I would have to start by organizing my shoes.
I had to tackle this mess too.
Oh damn. Bonaparte is gonna freak out if he sees the mess Chippy made! Well, at least he knows well enough to not eat any more of my sandals or shoes!
I also had to tackle Chippy’s handy work…
…while he completely ignores me…
Then I did something that I have been dreading since the late spring and my enormous weight gain.
I tried my Tory Burch boots on to see if they fit.
This is where the struggle began. I had to muster all my strength and shove my fat calf into this boot. I broke out in a sweat. (maybe I lost an ounce in the process?)
Let me tell you a bit about these boots. They are the bane of my existence. I purchased them….four or five years ago at Nordstrom’s huge semi-annual sale.I got them half price.
When I tried them on, I was wearing tights. That means there wasn’t any extra fabric from—jeans to get in the way. I zipped the boots up—just barely and they fit OK, but felt weird in the foot. I just figured the odd fit was because they were new and a bit stiff.
The next time I wore the boots, it took a bit longer to zip them up. I was wearing skinny jeans and the fabric from the jeans—albeit it stretchy, made it nearly impossible to zip the boots up. But—I was determined and won the war.
The boots were the most uncomfortable boots in the world. Big score for Tory Burch. At least she only got half my money.
The thing is, I love the color of the boots. I love the hardware. I wish the boot was taller because I love a super tall boot.
I also cannot stand the “foot” part of these boots—they make my foot look huge!!!!
See how big the foot part is of this boot? My feet look massive.
Anyway, I squeezed my ever-widening ass and ever-thickening thighs into one of my favorite pair of Skinnies: Gap 1969 Legging Jeans. Even though I’ve grown into a 10, it’s really important to size down when it comes to skinny jeans with stretch.
Luckily, over time the boots stretched out in the calf area and I was able to zip them up. Big but (or shall I say “butt”) here. One of my calves is thicker than the other. My left leg was killing me because it was so tight. My blood circulation felt completely cut off. I could not wait to get these things off.
That is not a smile on my face. It’s a grimace because my left leg’s blood circulation was cut off! Do you like the blazer? J. Crew Regent blazer. 30% off. I’ll be in trouble when Bonaparte reads this blog post today.
Solution? I’ll either take the boots to be stretched professionally, or I’ll do it myself.
Those boots were the first—and last Tory Burch boots I will ever purchase!
In the meantime, I’ll keep wearing this pair of over-the-knee boots from Chinese Laundry. Got ’em maybe three or four years ago—under $100. They are comfortable as all get out and look great. They’ve held up incredibly well for an inexpensive boot!
The fake leather is super comfy. Oh…I just realized these boots are Vegan. I feel even more good about these boots now. Seriously. I really like these boots so much and they are very calf-friendly.
I’ve always loved the Stuart Weitzman 50/50 boots, but just cannot justify spending $655.00 on them. Besides the price, I would be petrified to wear them in the extreme winter weather and ruining them.
Miranda Kerr can afford Stuart Weitzman, but the majority of us cannot. Although I must say, these boots are beautiful–but unaffordable.
Last year, I spotted a great dupe at DSW for $49.99. I ended up purchasing a pair for my daughter, Oona and a pair for me.
Sure—they are on the “cheaper” end, but they look great and wear very well. Oona said they actually held up better in the messy NYC winter than she could have ever imagined.
These Unisa knock-offs come in various colors too and are extremely “calf friendly”. Muscular, wider, athletic calves won’t have any issue wearing these!
This photo sucks. My apologies. But look how decent the Unisa dupes of the 50/50’s look. For the price, not bad at all.
A year before discovering the Unisa knock off, I found a Nine West dupe at Lord and Taylor. They were $149.00 and I had a coupon for 40% off. It was a deal!
Nine West boots on the left. Unisa on the right. Trust me, both pair look much better on a set of legs than on the floor.
The material is a bit on the shinier side, but these look great with skirts and dresses. I like the tallness of these boots too and they have held up amazingly well!
This is the great surprise about cleaning your closet out. I forgot about these high dark brown boots by Hinge. Again, I purchased these at Nordstrom’s semi-annual sale at the end of summer 2014. They are tall, they zip up with jeans. I like the rugged look and they make my feet look small.
These are another favorite of mine (even though I forgot I had them). They are slightly rugged looking and imperfect.
See these Vince Camuto booties below? I love them and they are comfy. I’m hoping I get some decent use out of them this winter. They are perfect for office wear. But what office am I going to wear these in? My home office???? I may just give them to Oona—she’ll get more use out of them!
It would be nice to have a job to wear these cuties to. Oh well, I can dream, can’t I?
I love the Sam Edelman boots that lace up. I call them my “nun” boots. They are pictured below on the left. The Enzo Angiolini boots on the right are a favorite of Bonaparte’s. He loves the way they look on me! He’s going to have to clean them for me though because I have salt marks from the snow on them.
See how bunched up the jeans are? I cannot stand when that happens. That’s why a belt is needed when wearing skinny jeans and boots.
Now look at the pic. I put a belt on.
See what a belt does? It keeps my jeans up and then there’s no bunching. Nice and smooth.
I need to rest now. It’s hot and I should be in shorts and a loose t shirt instead of the clothing changes I made with all these boots. Hot flashes! I’m gonna cool off.
So long for today folks! I’m going to get an ice cold drink and chill!
Hopefully it’ll get cool enough to wear these boots soon. Very soon.
Oh. Before I leave. Here’s the end result of my boot pile. It should stay like this at least until the weekend.
Since the topic is boots—here’s some Bootsy Collins. “Bootzilla” Time to get funked up!
Shhhhhh…..quiet. Ok. Listen. I have something to say.
I have fallen deeper into the abyss of Blogging School Duncedom and I need to revisit.
Why do I have to have goals and gain a larger percentage of readers? Am I a dunceable failure because I don’t? I thought this stuff took time?
Maybe I just wasn’t honest with myself when I started my blog.
I was just a teensy, weensy bit delusional.
Let’s revisit. Again.
I lost my job and I needed something to occupy my mind. I always loved to write and was good at it. Mind you, I’ve always been good. Not great. I can get a simple thought across in an uncomplicated way. I don’t like using a lot of SAT words because it isn’t my nature. I like to tell it like it is—but with humor.
It was my “vison” (or since I’m cross-eyed, shall I say double vision?) to have a blog geared toward the “over 55 crowd”. You know, fashion talk for women who are older but like to dress nicely and sometimes a bit on the more youthful side?
I thought it would be fun to have recipes scattered throughout.
Yes. I made this easy summer vegetable dish. Now that the cooler weather is back, I’ll be able to add more recipes!
I also thought it would be cool to talk about cosmetics and makeup….
One of my favorite things to talk about. BTW, the MUFE HD foundation just doesn’t seem to be working for me anymore. I’ll have to write about that!
….and address the mother of all “ism’s”. Ageism.
Oh, I will NEVER stop writing about THIS ism! Mick Jagger and Ray Davies haven’t gotten back to me about my Age-Aid concert yet. I’ll keep trying!
But—as I started to write, and continued to write, I discovered the focus to be more on my life as an unemployed, anxiety-ridden, American-living-with-a-Frenchman, mother of three grown children and a rescue dog, “stuck in the suburbs because NYC, the home that I had for so long is no longer affordable to middle-class people” woman with absolutely no purpose in life. Let’s get that pity party rollin’ my friends!
WAIT! Then I realized that I DO have a purpose in life!
Like Steve Martin, I, too, have a special purpose in life! I just didn’t realize it!
And that purpose is to write about shit that people may think about, but don’t necessarily talk about. Um…like lady baldness and lady whiskers. Or….people who like to “hide” behind their religious ideologies. Or….bringing back memories of loved ones who left us. Or…failures as well as successes. Or….how being that slightly unkempt person who just isn’t perfect is a perfectly fine way to be!
I’m the one who will be completely honest and tell you. I haven’t taken a bath or shaved my legs or pits for four days. I stink. No. Literally. I stink. I smell. And that’s ok because I know there are others who do the same thing—but won’t admit it. Instead, you can read my blog and admit it to yourself. Nobody else needs to know!
I have no issues showing you what my messy fridge looks like before I clean it out. I’ll even show you the mold on the three-month old strawberries. Why? Because that happens to the best of us. We’ll place something in the way back of the fridge, we’ll forget about it and months later, we’ll realize what we did or didn’t do. And it’s ok!
I’ll write about my travels in France—but not in a pretentious “I’m-ajet-setter-and-you’re-not-and-I-know-everything-about-the-French-and-you-do-not” I try to write about my experiences just basically having a great time and realizing that I am fortunate enough to have these experiences that I just want to share.
I see things just slightly different than most travelers!
Although I’m no expert on film and music, I still like to write about my thoughts on what music and films I like and love. It’s all subjective.
Basically—I write about nothing and everything! I’m comfortable with that. It’s the way I roll!
Granted—I had delusions that someone famous would see my blog and recommend my little blog to all their friends. My delusions then took me to a place where I had millions of Twitter and Instagram followers (Ugh. I friggin’ despise the word “followers”—can’t it just be changed to “friends”?).
Whenever I see or hear the word “followers” I am reminded of Follow the Leader from Disney’s Peter Pan!
I had visions of me guesting on the Today Show—but only with Kathy Lee and Hoda! We would drink wine and talk shoes and go on and on about meaningless trivial matters! It would be awesome.
Hey ladies. Don’t forget to make a drink for ME! Kathy, can I borrow your earrings?
My visions also took me to the Jen Lancaster universe.
I thought I could be the next Jen Lancaster!
That universe of someone who writes a blog—then becomes “discovered”, then builds a crazy-ass fan base. Then writes books—but about herself.
I’ve read all of these–and more! I”ve even left some of her books behind at the apartment in France so others could discover her. I’m SUCH a giver! Her fiction isn’t as good as the books about her though!
OMG. I could be like Jen Lancaster and write best-selling books about my favorite subject. ME!!!!!!
I could write about little me…
And (skinny) mommy me….and
….old me who seems to be gaining weight at Superman’s quicker speed of light.
And time marched on. And I didn’t gain any famous “followers’ friends. I didn’t get a call from Kathy Lee or Hoda.
My blog’s Facebook page goes virtually unnoticed. I’m not popular like Jen Lancaster.
I’m not the blogger eating lunch with the popular blogging queens or kings.
I don’t have 23,000 “followers” or rather “friends” thank you!
Instead, I’ve become a realist.
I’m writing my blog for myself but I’m also writing to those friends of mine who stop by regularly to read about what I have to say for that particular day!
Yes, I sometimes scratch my head in wonder about just how the fu….Oops—I wonder just how does anyone acquire thousands upon thousands of readers or followers !
Then I pause and smile just a bit wider!
My eyes can’t get any more crossed but my smile keeps getting wider and wider because I love my blog and I love my friends who read and enjoy my blog!
I love my little blog! I love writing about absolutely nothing and yet everything!
I love that fact that there are a little over 500 readers in my little club! As long as my reading friends are happy and enjoy what I write about—that is what matters most!
It is far more important to stay true to myself and who I am.
My goals are simple– just keep writing and writing and blogging and blogging.
I’m like the Little Engine That Could. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…WRITE!!!!!
And I have no expectations. Never expect and never be disappointed!
My habits will remain the same. I write in our home office. I write listening to music or nothing at all.
With that, I give hugs and kisses to my friends who read my blog and like it and continue to read! You make me happy. You have given me purpose!
You really Like me.
I feel so….so… Sally Field!

NEW YORK, NY – JANUARY 26: Actress Sally Field attends the NBC Entertainment & Cinema Society with Volvo premiere of “Smash” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on January 26, 2012 in New York City. (Photo by Stephen Lovekin/Getty Images)
Yes, Sally, I really like you. I liked your Gidget wardrobe much more, but I still like you! I like your glasses too. Can I borrow them?
I’m also quite happy that I haven’t been sued…………….Yet!
And with that, I will try to continue to write at least three posts a week—but it’ll probably be more because I have so much to say about so little!
I will also try to do more posts by my alter ego “The Paupered Princess”©. She knows a good bargain and knows how to live well on the cheap—after all, she is without a job!
Well, I really should get dressed. Bonaparte is becoming more and more concerned about my not wanting to leave the house. But my reasons are so shallow that it’s shameful.
I don’t want to leave the house because I may become tempted. My temptation comes not from Satan, but it comes from the King of Prussia Mall and Home Goods and TJ Maxx. It’s because I’m a giver! I’m such a giver that I don’t want to give any of these stores Bonaparte’s money!
Enjoy the Monday! I think I will go out after all. There is zero humidity and my hair needs to take advantage of this glorious good hair day!
XOXOXOXO
Speaking of music, I’m posting “The Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats. I heard it the other day and cannot get it out of my mind. Plus—the weird guy who sings the song is cute!
I’ve had enough and I’m not gonna take it anymore! That’s right. I’m talking about the new “ism”!
AGE-ISM!
I’ve designed Tee shirts for my Age-Aid concert! All funds will be donated to the fight against ageism!
We older, wiser and more sage beings of this earthly universe have basically been put out to pasture like a pack of old cows!
That’s right my little bovine friends. We are all the same! We’ve been put out to pasture too!
Here’s a good example of older women, in particular, being persona-non-fashionable-grata. I received this Fall style guide by the editors of “In Style” Magazine.
Elle Fanning is a beautiful 17 year old actor. HTF does a 17-year old become an expert on style? WTF do fashion magazines INSIST on ignoring older women?
Apparently “style” is only worth it if you are under 21. Where’s the love for the older women? We don’t buy clothing? We don’t use makeup?
Yeah. That’s right!!! We older women need a spokes person like Helen Mirren! Who needs a MILF when you have a great GILF????
What about the politicians who are all planning their strategies to win the competition to be the next President of these United States of America?
Hillary is 67. The Donald is 69 (giggle). Bernie is 74. All seniors. All should be strategizing to gain the votes of their peer groups as well as the younger votes. What about Social Security? What about better healthcare? What about employment for the over 55 crowd? You are all part of this group–take care of your own!
Most of them are older. But wait!! I have yet to hear ANY of them speak of ensuring a better life for older and senior citizens? How come? They want the vote of youth, but don’t want to acknowledge the needs of their peer groups!
We need a revolution! We need a revolution against Ageism!
That’s right. Keep calm–by having peaceful protests, demonstrations and…a concert!!!
Our revolution woud be a bit more peaceful than Eugene Delacroix’s vision! But hopefully, we would have a change for the better!
We need a benefit concert! Just like Farm-Aid, Band-Aid and the infamous Live-Aid, we need a concert for “Age-Aid”!
Naturally, we would need a Master of Ceremonies…and my vote would be for Mo Rocca. He loves old people—especially very old people. Three words: My. Grandmother’s. Ravioli.
Mo’s gray locks also give him that older, more distinguished look!
If you haven’t seen the show “My Grandmother’s Ravioli”, I’ll clue you in. Mo visits grandparents and they cook meals—just like Mo’s grandma used to make. Too bad I’m not a grandma!
My Grandmother’s Ravioli with Mo Rocca. Cooking Channel
An added bonus is that Mo is only 46 years old—he’s a baby, but he can draw support from the younger adults! Am I right????
Anyway, Peggy, from one of the episodes would be great for organizing the food stands. She volunteers in a local church-run soup kitchen. Plus, she could make a ton of scones and soda bread!
Peggy would be a fine choice to run the food stands at the Age-Aid concert. She helps run the church soup kitchen–she knows how to organize!!!
Just think. I can get the Rolling Stones. These guys are as old as dirt but they be bangin’!!!
Mick can run around the stage without assistance! The Stones would be just perfect for Age-Aid!
Can you picture Mick Jagger singing to the tune of “Satisfaction” a new song entitled “Health Care Action”
I can’t get no-o health care action
I can’t get no-o. Doc reaction
And I tried, And I tried, And I tried, Almost died!
I can’t get no….no no no…….
What about the rockstar love of my life, Ray Davies?
Ray Davies is still a heartthrob. Wait. I just MAY need a defibrillator to calm my heartbeat down!!!
He can change “Lola” into “Olda”
I met her at a bar down in North SoHo
Where you drink champagne and it tastes like fiber filled cola
C-O-L-A Cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name
And in a raspy ex-smokers voice
She said Olda
That’s ’cause I’m just Older
O-L-D-A. Oldaaaaaa
What about BRUCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bruce still puts on a great show. I’ll make sure there’s plenty of strong Starbuck’s cawfee for the performers backstage to keep ’em moving!
Here’s a guy who can change the words to “Born in the U.S.A” to this…
Born in the USA
But-I’ve been thrown Away…..
For obvious reasons, it would be of the utmost importance to bring Bob Weir of “The Grateful Dead”.
Bob would bring the “Dead Heads” into the concert. Hey Bob–I’m “Grateful” I’m NOT “Dead”!
And change the “Truckin” lyrics ever-so-slightly!
Truckin’ got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin’, like the ambulance man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin’ on.
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it’s all on the same street.
ATYPICAL60 involved in delusional daydream
She doesn’t give up. She sees what tomorrow brings.
Hey man, SOMETHING’S gotta be about ME! I like the new “Truckin'” lyrics. And if the concert is outdoors, I have to wear a protective hat these days. Old People! You know I love ’em!
I can get Joni Mitchel and Judy Collins to team up for a medley of duets. They can sing my FAVORITE Joni Mitchell song of all time!! CAREY!!…but the lyrics can be changed from:
It would be awesome to have Joni Mitchell and Judy Collins sing a few duets!
Carey get out your cane….
To
Carey throw out your cane!!
I’ll try to book Neil Young. He can do a rendition of “Cinnamon Girl” but change it to “Medicare Girl”!
Maybe Neil Young will use me as a muse for “Medicare Girl”! I can dance around the stage!
Oh I think I’m onto something great and wonderful here!
We will also need songs of protest. Protest against large corporations for not hiring older people. We need songs of protest against health insurance companies!!! Older people DO need better entitlement programs because, dammit—we helped build these corporations and insurance companies and now we are getting a slap in the face and a shovel to dig our own graves!!!!
I’m working on some posters to carry for either protesting or the Age-Aid concert!
We demand the respect and love we do so deserve!!!
Perhaps Jefferson Airplane can come onboard and sing their infamous lyrics. Oh wait. They are now Jefferson “Starship!” Fuggedit. I’ll just have to pry Grace Slick out of retirement and beg her to sing “Volunteers”.
Grace doesn’t want to come out of retirement to sing old rock songs..but I KNOW I can convince her! I think if I threaten her with MY rendition of “White Rabbit” sung at my annoying nasal and high-pitched voice, she’ll agree to perform–only if I shut up!
One generation got old
One generation got sold….
We could get the cast of the great “Grace and Frankie” to make a speech about having more programming about the lives of older adults!
That’s right! We need more great programming geared to Seniors–we should NOT be stereotyped as old farts! Fonda and Tomlin rock their roles! And they look fabulous!
Martin Sheen and Sam Waterston as both the women’s ex-husbands and an attractive older gay couple make the show hysterically funny and touching! Age-Aid could use a speech from this cast!
It would be such a beautiful and wonderful world if we could get together to stop Agesim. It would be great if all of us old people were definitely guaranteed those Social Security benefits that we worked so hard for—even if the tightie righties are trying to stop us from receiving those benefits.
Here’s another poster I created! I AM “Old and Bold”!!!
Let’s DO this! Let’s start an Ageism revolution!!! Old lives matter very much so.
Without the seniors of our country, who would the younger generations turn to for advice? Siri can’t help you with logical, emotional, or sage advice!
Hey. Youth. Siri can’t solve all your problems! Sometimes you need a human who is older and wiser!
Wouldn’t it be great if there was no ageism? It would be a terrific existence if all ages could get along together and work together and not hate each others’ generations…..if only..
Today I’m posting Phil Ochs “What Are You Fighting For?” Still as relevant today as it was years ago. RIP Mr. Ochs. We could use you now!XOXOXOXO!!!