Girlfriends, it’s a sisterhood…

There have been books written about it, movies made about it, songs written about it - that mysterious, bonding that occurs between women that men can never understand.  It’s a beautiful thing, girlfriends, more so when you’re as lucky as me and have friends that have been in your life for years.  I’m at the age, that we’ve watched our children grow up, marry, and some of us, including, lucky me, have or are about to be grand’meres.

Why is it that girlfriends have such a good time together?  We laugh, and talk, discuss everything, clothes, makeup, diets, health, men, sex, children, you name it, we can talk about it.  We’re never at a loss for words, or things to talk about.

There is a newly published book, The Girls from Ames, a story of 11 girls and their lifelong friendships, you might enjoy reading it this summer.  Here’s the Amazon link.

"Time passes," it begins. "Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up. Jobs come and go. Love waxes and wanes. Men don't do what they're supposed to do. Hearts break. Parents die. Colleagues forget favours. Careers end.

"But ... a girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end."

We’re lucky women to have this connection, and if you haven’t talked to a girlfriend in awhile, pick up the phone, or text, or email her.  There is no time like the present…

 

Let’s talk about potty mouth, damnit…

 

A lot of us are afflicted with it, yours truly here has a really bad case of it, for years now, much to hubby’s dismay, and I had an interesting conversation this morning with a woman about hers.

I had to go to the flea market to pick up two cases of reading glasses.  Yeah, you’ve got that right, two cases!  Hubby buys them by the dozen, two dozen this time, because I leave them everywhere, well so does he, but he won’t admit it.  He has bought them from Judy for so long that she sells him to him wholesale,  I think big spender coughs up $2.75 a pair for the things.  He always gets the same ones, too – tortoise readers.

So anyway, I’m at the flea market and Judy, who is a 60 something lady and another lady were discussing life, husbands and other topics, including battery operated devices that I won’t go into on this PG-rated blog, but somehow potty mouths were mentioned by Judy who said she told her familly, she doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, but she loves to cuss.  She cusses like a sailor.

I really identify with her, I don’t know why I have this compulsion to spurt bad language, but I do.  I like to think it’s because I’m a colorful character, and colorful people go hand in hand with colorful language.  It’s a trait that I really need to curtail when that petite bebe comes, or I’m gonna be in  major trouble with Ryan and Lindsay, and rightly so, they don’t want that precious little girl picking up my bad language and end up sounding like this adorable little girl in the video.

But the way I see it, it will be awhile before she is born and starts talking, so I’m just gonna let her rip for another ‘effin year, and then stop, cold turkey.    Umhmmm, I am, well I am!!!

Julie & Julia, coming next week! How fun…

Bette Midler and Wynonna duet, The Rose

This has always been my favorite song, the one I want sang at my funeral.  Well, I do, and it’s not morbid saying that, if I don’t tell people what I want I will just end up with Rock of Ages.  Perish the thought!

I found this video on YouTube.  Oh my, it’s even better with Wy singing with her.  If you don’t get goosebumps at the swell (2:11 into the song, watch the little bar for it) you are a better woman than me.  This gets me every time.  I can’t tell you how many times in the 80’s I have driven down the road, listening to this song, and absolutely cranked the music at the swell…

Such good memories…

~ jan

Ain’t she sweet???

My buddy, Hooterville, sent me this picture of herself at fourteen.  Oh, does this bring back memories.  I remember her so well at this age.

Was she cute or what?????

Why can’t I just follow the yellow brick road…

That silly road is full of twists and turns that screw me up, that’s why!  I just posted an entry here that was meant for Eating Right! 

It’s because I have all these snazzy programs, instead of blogging the old fashioned way, I do it thru Windows Live Writer, have to click on the drop down to post to the right blogger account, do I remember to do it, of course not!  Then I access The Dish and holy schmoly, I have the wrong entry.  I deleted it, but if you view this thru Google Reader it is probably still showing up.  arughhhhhhhhh

Oh, if I only had a brain….

And how’s your morning going?  Mine was just dandy until I tried to blog.  I have pinto beans in the pressure cooker, the girls are asleep in their little bed in the garage, hubby and I are doing “projects.”  How fun is that?

No wonder I blogged to the wrong account. 

If you lay in tanning beds, you need to read this -

This was on the Drudge Report tonight.

Sunbeds have been elevated to top cancer risk…

Here’s the article ~

And I thought my bat wings looked bad…

Law-dee, whatever is this woman thinking.  Why does she want her arms to look like this?  Does she think it’s even remotely attractive.

Don’t get it, Madonna, just do not get it!!!

Actually I don’t understand why any woman wants to work out with the hope that they will start popping coconuts.  Women’s muscles aren’t supposed to look like a mans, are they? Or is my age just showing?

Whatever,  to me, it looks like she got hit by the ugly stick!!!  Just my two cents worth…

Just for today, If I could be ten again….

• I would rock my dollies  in the porch swing, while listening for the whistle of the morning train as it came over the hill.
• I would take a puppy, and a kitten or two, for a walk down our country road, barefoot, feeling the powdery dust between my toes.
• I would lie on my back in the grass, and watch the puffy clouds rolling by in the summer sky.
• I would eat anything I wanted for lunch, washed down with real sweet  tea,  with lots of ice and sugar, and an orange slice, Mother always put an orange slice in my tea.  And I would do this without worrying a whit about the calories, and then I would have dessert, too!
• I would ride my Western Flyer bike really fast down the hill, with my streamers blowing in the wind, the breeze cooling my flushed little face. 
• I would stop on the bridge next to our house and peer into my beloved ditch to see if there was a frog in the water, and watch the wet rocks glistening in the dappled sunlight.
• I would accept the day, today, for what it is.  A gift, with no worries or fears, just the innocence of childhood in a magical country setting called Enfield.

Just for today…

Conway Twitty, It’s Only Make Believe….

Yeah, I know some of you think he is really cheesy, but that’s one of the joys of growing old(er), if you enjoy something, regardless of what others think, you don’t really care.

Take Conway for instance, I was always a fan, always, just loved his voice, never saw him in concert, never made it to Twitty City, but he always did it for me….  C’mon girls, you know you all like his classic, “Man with a Slow Hand.”

I was on another blog tonight, and they posted this video, just had to share it with all of you.  C’mon, go outside your box, turn up your speakers and listen to this great old tune.  Double dawg dare ya….

~ jan