Old Age

I just put in my perfunctory calls for Mother's Day. Got stuck in a twenty minute conversation with an in-law regarding her recent vacation. Not only did I hear what food as available for breakfast,lunch, and dinner, but also what substitutions were allowed, as in "If you don't like red meat, you can substitute the chicken, which is very good. It comes with a hollandaise sauce and carrots. I usually don't like the carrots, and would prefer the green beans but not when they are wilted and they were. I told the waiter and he took them back..........." I felt myself wilting away towards the end and had to hang up vowing to never again ask about her vacations lest I get a full fledged 7 days menu recall.

I started to feel bad about not being able to tolerate what was in her mind a fascinating story, and then I felt bad for her because she really , I mean really looks forward to eating out and recalls everything with painstaking detail about what she ate. I don't think she could have always been this way.

Guilt turned to selfishness and I hoped I would never get that way, dependent on a cheap meal out to be the highlight of my week. I hope to still be writing wonderful novels, and be a vibrant and active old chick, who still loves concerts, movies, and good wine.

I think a lot has to do with how old you feel you are mentally. I've met many an old lady who act and look terrifically young, who are engaged and informed. Mentally I feel like I'm about 25 even though I am 34.

I finally got to see Stranger Than Fiction last night and I loved it. I felt a lot at times like Emma Thompson, even the jumping off the bridge part. It reminded me of my passion for writing and I stayed up for 2 hours after it was over and polished off a chapter based on my first crush.

All in all, a good night.

Still Waiting.......

In case you are wondering what ever became of the news I have been waiting for, the answer is that I am still waiting!!! Of course, in corporate America, things take time. Ughh............. I need to know that I have this gig. I mean I want it desperately and am trying SO HARD to act like I don't, which is probably stupid. Of course, I am lying to myself.

Jobs are so hard to come by- good jobs, I mean. By that, I mean one where you gel with your co-workers, don't have a too terrible boss, still feel as if you've done something productive by the end of the day, AND earn enough to feel valued. I think this is the one I have been waiting for.

So, will post as soon as I know anything. What is your dream job and have you ever had it and lost it? Or are you still waiting ( like me) for it all to fall into place?

No One Reads My Blog......

I know I just started this but I truly have little faith in anyone reading this blog. All this has done so far is take me off my path of real writing- the kind I get paid for. And if anyone out there has taken the time to read any of my posts, first of all-thank you- and second, I think you'll find that I jump from subject to subject, so narrowing down my area of expertise, so to speak, has been difficult. But it's something that must be done.

I have been an editor and writer at family magazines and am currently working on some realistic fiction ( though have not finished up any to send out). I absolutely love personal essay writing and have even considered children's books, having had a brief stint as a teacher.

So , if you could help me out with this, drop me a line and let me know which post you liked the best so far OR which one really sucked. All would be helpful.....................and much appreciated!!

Part 3 of Yuppie Quiz

If you were indignant last week when the local bagel shop ran out of triple tofu light strawberry flavored cream cheese, the deli clerk rolled his eyes at you, and the guy behind scream “Move it along Shirley- go eat some grass in the park and let me get my bagel”, then you are a yuppie, and for your sake and that of your protruding vein by your right eyebrow, I hope the big tofu truck delivers your goods ( quickly!),……………..oh yeah and I apologize for my Uncle Charlie who was in back of you in line that day.

You May Indeed be a Yuppie....read on for Part 2

If you go to Barnes and Noble, sprawl yourself and your family out on the carpeted floor, read books until you get bored, and then go home without buying anything, you are a yuppie.

If you go for a relaxing bike ride in the park on a Saturday, throw on a pair of jogging pants and bring a bottle of water, you are a regular person. However, if you don overpriced neon biking shorts with matching helmet and gloves and really believe that you are indeed Lance Armstrong while going 50 along the bike path, then you are a yuppie and you have probably mowed down a child or two who was innocently trying to get to the playground.

Are You a Yuppie? Part 1

if you haven’t been out much lately and have any doubts to recognizing a native from a transplanted yuppie ( or even worse think you may be a yuppie yourself!!) , here are some clues:

If you avoid Key Food on Saturdays like you would the bird flu, then you are a native. I would rather go shopping at 9 pm any week night during a thunderstorm than brave the parade of yuppie couples invading the space. Yuppie couples with children are there with their young tots letting them wreak havoc up and down the small aisles and trying to reason with a one year old by asking him why he wants to smash the huge jar of pickles on the elderly lady in front of him? If a single guy is spotted there, he is usually on the cell phone with his significant other begging for her to point out the proper wheat germ for the lactose free frosting they will make for dessert. And every so often, while trying to make your way down the cookie aisle, a native gets stuck smack in the middle of a group of toesey wearing ( you know the flat sandals with one toe strap that usually only women wear), long hair sporting young yuppies in training espousing on a particular recipe with great introspection and bewilderment trying to figure out if white flour can be the one bad, bad ingredient in their Veggie surprise lasagna.