Things That Make Me Feel Old

It doesn’t take much these days, but here are few things that have happened in the last week that are making me feel really old these days:

  • My oldest son got his driver’s license. All right, that was bad enough. But to add additional bizarrity to an already-difficult-to-comprehend scenario, he took his test in (and will be driving) the very car we drove him around in when he was just five years old, and going to his very first soccer games. … How did this happen?
  • I’ve been going around saying, “Health is everything.” Since my episode in the hospital, with panic about breathing, which was possibly (or possibly not) caused by what I thought was a bee sting near my throat, I am just realizing that feeling healthy really is everything. A hospital stay, several blood tests, a few exams, a mammogram, and a couple of prescriptions later, I find myself saying what my parents have been saying for nearly 20 years: “Health is everything.” I guess I’m old enough to say that now.
  • We went to my daughter’s high school orientation. You’d think I’d be used to this part by now, since my son has been in high school for three years, but my daughter, too? Ayeee. Continue reading

Who Is Your ‘Auto Buy’ Author?

I think a lot of us have that author who is an “auto buy” for us: We don’t read the reviews; don’t read the book blurb or the jacket copy. We just buy. We know this author will never let us down. …

For me, my most consistent auto-buy is Susan Elizabeth Phillips. I like her romantic comedies better than her “movie star books” (I call them), but either way, she never lets me down. She has a great blend of humor and sweetness in all her books, and the writing is always excellent. Her sentences always manage to surprise me with a great turn of phrase or a fun way of expressing something, and her writing is always creative and well-crafted — never cliche or repetitive.

Not only is she an auto-buy for me, but I always know what book she’s working on next (because I eagerly read her web site!) and always know its release date. I’m totally one of those standing in Borders, buying it the day it comes out. …

Who is your favorite “auto-buy” author?

What Goes Through Your Head When You Live in Earthquake Country

Here in earthquake country, we often have “plans” set aside about what we’d do in case of an earthquake: Flashlight? Check. Bottled water? Check. Hard-soled shoes beside the bed? Check.

But what I often think about is what I’m wearing to bed.

Californians – am I alone here?

I often go to bed in … well, I can’t even tell you what I go to bed in. Let’s just say it wouldn’t look very good out on the sidewalk come a good 7.2 on the Richter scale. …

But the stranger thing, perhaps, is that this actually goes through my mind every night.

Am I alone in this?

Who is Your Doppelganger?

As some of you may have noticed on Facebook and Twitter, it’s Doppelganger Week (which seems to be evolving into Doppelganger Month!). Users have been changing their profile pictures and avatars to a celebrity who they are often told they look like. I’ve met “Victoria Principal,” “Olivia Newton John,” “Ferris Bueller” (VHS Shawn, for those of you who know him! That was a good one. …), Bill Clinton, and more.

I’m too lazy to change to my avatar, honestly, but if I were going to change it for Doppelganger Week, here’s who I’d change it to:

 

Yep, that’s right. I’ve been told more than once I remind someone of Bonnie Hunt. Too bad I’m not nearly as funny.

Superman has been told more than once that he looks like Oscar De La Hoya! Once we were in Benihanas, and a woman on the other side of the table came over and said, “I know you’re probably told this ALL the time, but … ” I loved that. (Oscar is hot!) (And so is Superman!)

So what about you? Who is your celebrity look-alike?

My Daughter and Infomercials …

My 13-year-old daughter turned to me excitedly the other day and said we MUST get a NuWave Oven Pro.

“You can broil, roast, grill, bake, and even dehydrate without all the fats and oils,” she explained patiently.

She’s also mentioned that we could use a Slap Chop, a ShamWow, the Shark Vacuum, and possibly EZ Combs (“You can create dozens of dazzling hairstyles,” she adds without looking at me.)

My daughter has been falling asleep to infomercials.

She even watches them – on purpose – all morning on the weekends. She tells us excitedly, at football practice or at dinner the next day, about the dehydrator, the Your Baby Can Read products, or the fact that the Snuggie now comes in “wild prints.” She says all this as if it’s common knowledge — as if I’m sort of the last to know.

I should have known something was amiss when she became devastated – distraught, mind you – when Billy Mays died. Continue reading

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