Friday, September 23, 2011


It seems I'm allowing more then a few days to go by before writing on my blog.. why I don't know, but here I am.

News.. Well I'm another year older, and can't say I'm too happy about that, but then again, I really don't want to go backward either. Like everyone else, I've had my good times and bad times and some in between times. This is what life is all about.

We live so many lives in a lifetime and wonder, did that really happen, or was it that long ago, and when did that happen, where was I.

So given that, and the fact that tonight my brain is a little tired, I  wonder, could it be because I turned another year older.. how depressing is I'll grow into my new age, then maybe I'll just change the date on my birth certificate.  lol..

I will visit my blog tomorrow, or maybe the next day... But until then stay


Sunday, September 18, 2011

FOREVER YOUNG/What does constructive mean?

Took a breather from my blog for a few days.  Really don't like to write unless I have something to say, which usually isn't much.... then again, once I get started I can't stop.

The days and weeks just seem to fly by, and sometimes I shake my head and wonder, did I do anything constructive today, and the answer is, I don't know..... what does constructive mean.

washing the dishes, clothes and straightening up the house, then cooking that great meal for my husband..., is that being constructive?

Or working hard on a project, that is just driving you crazy, and then doing all of the above, is that being constructive...

Maybe being constructive is just not doing anything.  Or maybe your mind is doing all the work, while your body just sits down, while you drain that last cup of coffee, left over from the morning.

Of course there's never enough hours in a day to catch up to all the things that should have been done yesterday, or the day before....  and I guess that's not being constructive at all..... or is it?

So maybe the days should be extended from 24 hours to 36 hours.

Of course I'm just kidding..... When would I ever find time to sleep, now I wonder is that being constructive.
You know, I'm just tired of thinking about that one....  so I'll just leave it at that, and for me

Constructive, not constructive, whatever that means, will always be FOREVER YOUNG.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

FOREVER YOUNG/prime rib/not

Went to dinner with my mom the other night. I was all set to order a cheeseburger and fries, and yes I know this wasn't good for my body, that has seen better days.  Oh happy days..... another song lyric
but that's what I wanted before the waitress convinced me to try the Prime Rib Dinner.I asked the waitress for the end cut, medium well, because I don't like seeing blood, and I didn't want it well done, because I knew it would be dry.

So while waiting for my dinner, I ate some rolls, and soon the salad came out.  Once finished, I only had to wait a few minutes for my prime rib.  I was famished, and couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it.

And to my amazement, the prime rib practically covered the plate, barely making room for the mashed potatoes and asparagus that came with it.  Now I was ready to dig in, and enjoy this fantastic meal.

As I started to cut into the prime rib, my steak knife wouldn't slice through the meat.  My mom kept insisting it had to be the knife, and I kept insisting, mom the knife is fine, it's the meat that's not. After trying for about five minutes, I called the waitress over, and told her what was wrong. She offered to get me another piece of Prime Rib. and I said my appetite just left the room. But she nicely insisted that the next one would be fine.

I said "okay, but make sure it's a very small piece."  And before I could tell her, I didn't want the mashed potatoes, she disappeared. The reason being, it tasted like it came from a box.

When she came back, the prime rib was not small, in fact, it was the same size as the first one. And there stood a fresh pile of, you guessed it,  mashed potatoes which I knew, I wouldn't touch.

She asked if this one is okay, and I  just kept staring at the meat, and the waitress just walked away, shouting, "enjoy".

Now knowing I didn't want to see red, there stood in front of me the rarest/ raw piece of Prime Rib, that if it could, would jump out of the plate and run away... Needless to say, at that point, my appetite totally dissolved, replaced by a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The waitress came over, and again, apologized. "I'll tell my manager what happened, she said..

The waitress then came back, and told me I didn't have to pay for the prime rib, I would have to pay for the salad. "The salad that came with the meal," I said, "and that I already ate, not knowing the I would do battle with the Prime Rib".  I just couldn't believe it..... the salad of lettuce, tomato and ranch dressing would cost me 5.00).  "Are you kidding, I shouted..

But did it matter. The manager told me, it was their policy, since I ate the salad. I would have to pay for it, and that I should have told her about the situation. But how was I to know, that the prime rib would cause me such misery....... after all the meal wasn't ala-carte.

In the end, she wanted to reimbursed me the 5.00 for the salad, but I was so upset, that I told her to forget it.

I did tell her in all the years I've eaten here, I've only returned food once or twice, and that's a record for me.  Because it seems whenever I order something at a restaurant, they somehow managed to always ruin mine. Is this an omen, that I should never go out to eat... I wonder.... hint, hint..

But I guess, I'm a glutton for punishment, because I like going out to eat, and therefore, will probably always experience some kind of problem with my food, but in the same venue, I've enjoyed many meals as well... so it's a 50/50 chance. And after all, isn't life about taking chances....

So for me,  at least for now,  PRMIE RIB, will never be FOREVER YOUNG

Thursday, September 8, 2011

FOREVER YOUNG/summer is over, a new season begins

Summer is over.   Now they are just memories...

The school year begins.

The fall is approaching, and holiday preparations are on their way, and thoughts of what or where you're going, or what you're doing, will be the million dollar question.

I look at every new season, as an adventure... but I'm sure there will be some, I wish never happened, while others I would never want it to end... but life is like that... one big adventure, or one small adventure after another.

And the good thing about that, age doesn't matter. for every generation will have their own experience and will always have an adventure to share with one another....

Yes a new season is upon us, and I hope it will always be


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

FOREVER YOUNG/my dog Clyde, the dog treat junkie

A day after labor day, and just what we needed, another rainy day. But as always, I will grin and bare it. Do I really have a choice???

So on a lighter note... My Westie-poo Clyde turned three years on yesterday. Sept. 5th.  And guess where I remembered it, while I was taking a shower. of all places. I couldn't get out of the shower fast enough,

Funny how we think of our animals, as people. Like his feelings would be hurt, if I didn't sing Happy Birthday, or that he somehow knew it was his birthday... and wouldn't talk to me because I forgot to give him a treat.... and  yes Clyde can really say a few words... . He knows how to ask for a treat, by saying WAWA... that's right, WAWA..

Honestly, I believe he's addicted dog treats.  How do I de-tox a doy from dog treats.  I don't think I could handle it. Could you? Especially when he looks at me with those big brown eyes... so full of expression.

My Clyde, the westie-poo dog treat junkie...   there's a story there.   And maybe, I will write one. Who knows what could just might be a big hit with the kids...

Okay that's it for me.  Have to go..... this is really my Monday, even though it's Tuesday..

Therefore, my dog Clyde, the dog treat junkie, will always be FOREVER YOUNG

Monday, September 5, 2011

FOREVER YOUNG/fun months ahead..

The end of summer is now here.  Can't say I'm too sad.  It's been a very hot and humid one. I just hope the winter will not be as bad as last year.

I could do without all the snow. Don't mind the cold. Just want to be able to drive down the road.

So now the fun months begin. There's Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah or Chanukah,  whichever spelling you prefer....New Years, Valentine's Day, Easter... so many fun days to look forward to.

Now I have to catch my breath...


Saturday, September 3, 2011

FOREVER YOUNG/spending time with myself

Spending time with myself can be lots of fun.

I can work on a project. Read my favorite book.  Talk on the phone as much as I want to. Eat all the food in the house, although my body wouldn't appreciate the extra pounds.  Or just watch my favorite programs on tv without fighting for the remote.

But then again, spending too much time alone, will make me go stir crazy. I mean how much can I stand my own company, before I wind up pacing the floors back and forth. Or screaming at the top of my lungs. Or worst yet answer myself when I talk.

Yes there are so many pluses, and minuses to spending time alone. I guess choosing the right time, will make all the difference.

So for me spending time alone, will always be FOREVER YOUNG

Thursday, September 1, 2011

FOREVER YOUNG/ aging is only a number

Getting down to business.  Being a writer is very difficult. It's a process and the process takes so long, and when you've completed the process, it's getting someone to read your manuscript, knowing all the hard work and time you've put into it.

So even though I'm categorized, ( of the older generation), it doesn't mean that I'm non-exiting.  Therefore I'm not invisible, but visible to myself, and to all, who really want to see me...

For one never knows where the road will take you. I could live to ninety-nine, and to think I procrastinated, and gave up on my dreams, because society tells me,  I'm too old, and I had allowed them to stand in my way of fulfilling my goals.

Age is only a number, it's what you feel inside that counts.  

And growing old, shouldn't  have anything to do with  one's talent, or skill.  In fact, age and experience should make you more viable, and valuable to others. Now if only society could see it that way, we would be in good shape..

So every year, I might turn another year older, But every year, I will still work towards my goals.

therefore, for me, the aging process will always be FOREVER YOUNG