Life in the Middle Age Lane

Valentines' Day came and went and I really wanted to do something special for my husband.  But in all honesty, I went to lay down for a 30 minutes cat nap and woke to his phone call telling me he was on his way home. OOPS!  Luckily I had already had set the table and made a  flower arrangement.  So I just needed to make the seafood dinner and try to look nice when he came home. Well, the looking nice part never happen because of my nap.  But true to John's colors he didn't even blink at my slipper wearing, t shirt and sweat pant wearing body.  He honed in on the things I did do for him, like the dinner, wine, and having a cocktail ready for him in true Dick Van Dyke style. We rarely eat in the dining room and it was so nice to share a meal and conversation in a room without a TV.  It made me realize we need to do that more often then not.    It was nice breaking out the good glassware for once. John has been restricted from using them since he has a tendency to break them

I really want to hear from my friends of what you do for your husband, boyfriend or both for that matter on Valentine's Day.  I was really good about celebrating this whimsical holiday for kids but I am completely oblivious of how to make it fun and memorable for my husband.  (okay, people, lets keep our minds out of the gutter on this one!)  Aside from making a beautiful meal for two, I want to keep the fun in our marriage.  Perhaps riddles throughout the house to find his favorite Chocolate covered strawberries. Or puzzle pieces that form a love letter, that would make things interesting.  Unfortunately, my ideas are things woman would prefer where as men are simple creatures and just may want a good meal, nice wine and ??? You get the picture.  I get exhausted just thinking of what I can do to make this Valentine's Day special for him (our first one not having the kids at home.) 

Shelby is coming home tonight for her Winter break from her boarding school.  I can't believe how fast the school year is going for me. Ask her and I am sure she will give you a totally different account of how "fast" school is going.  I can't believe she is 16 years old and one of the best kids I know. Still talks to us about the important stuff and is so accustomed to include us in her life that she doesn't hesitate to tell us her aches and pains of High School life.  I am very lucky that I married a man who saw the foresight to want a stay at home wife to raise the kids.  I was in everything imaginable, scouts, PTO, gala committee's, room mom, you name it.  The kids saw more of me at their school then at home.  I sure do miss those days. My schedule coordinated with the schools calendar, snow cone Friday (volunteer to serve), Tuesday morning PTO meeting (made sure I was there), school assembly or play, (got that covered too!).   February is a more difficul

In April my Goddaughter will be getting married.  It's going to be a wonderful event attending a wedding with a lot of my childhood friends.  I have known Jenni's mom since I was 14 years old.  She and I worked at Wiener's department store in the early 80's.  I illegally worked there (you have to be 15 to be employed) but my mom signed a letter I was 15 and able to work.  We had the best time working there.  The older ladies had the day shift and then us runts worked the evening shifts. After hours, we would just have fits of giggles, so much so that one particular assistant manager thought we were on drugs!  I think the giggles was from sheer exhaustion!!  Weiners was a Jewish owned company and we worked until midnight on Christmas Eve.  On our feet from 5 pm until 10 or 10:30 on regular work weeks.    Needless to say that assistant manager didn't last long.  Sandi and I were the hard workers, okay more Sandi than me.  But worked seemed to breeze on by

For those who cringe when the conversation turns to people's children and are just darn tired of hearing about others wonderful amazing highly intelligent kids who do no wrong.........this blog isn't for you.  Oh, My kids do wrong,  but from what I can tell they mostly handle the oops on their own or call us for advise.  We walk that fine line of meddling and ignoring their struggles, at age 16 and 21 their are times they just need to "Suck It Up" (our family Mantra) and make the best of it.  John my lovely husband and incredible father feels at a certain age we should stop being so hands on.  Part of me agrees and the other part of me sees this little man who calls his mom a few times a week and has such a tender heart that I cannot bear to see him struggle.  Here is the teeter totter of parenting: I have seen kids raised with no struggles, responsibilities or work ethic.  Their character; moral, ethical or otherwise doesn't develop.  Most things are expected to

Whew!! After two days of blogging I thought that all my witty thoughts had escaped me.  I will just blame it on the pain meds.  As many of you know, I underwent a abdominoplast last Friday, thus all this time on my hands at home.  At first, I was planning on keeping this procedure to myself, after years of diets and exercise I felt like I was taking the easy way out in getting the results I always wanted for myself.  Well, my feelings have changed now having undergone excruciating pain for these results and no longer feel this was the easy way out but a most difficult decision.  Not only for me but for John who had to take care of me over the weekend and my lovely mom who did everything else to make my life comfortable.  Thank God for the love of a mother! Now, the reason for the title of my blog today is the kindness and concern I have received from my bunco group.  For those who aren't familiar with Bunco, it is a game that can best be described by visiting this link http://www

I remember back in Jr. high when you heard a girl got a around it was never a good thing.  Now I have no idea what they consider it.  But going back to "getting around", after being home bound since Saturday my lovely yet sometimes annoying husband (needle right now is pointing more towards loving) took me out to dinner.  I was jonesing for ribeye steak.  I think my body is craving protein. We ended up going to Goodson's Cafe in Tomball and had a wonderful meal and best of all, I left the house!  I felt like sticking my head out and wagging my tail, however after the surgery I'm lucky if I can sit my a** down in the car.  Better not push my luck.  So back to getting around......I never wanted to be known as the girl that got around but now a days, it has a whole different meaning.   At least to me. Of course the speed that I now get around is leaning towards grandma with a hip replacement.  O'well at least I'm going places!