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Onward and upward! something that you say in order to encourage someone to forget an unpleasant experience or failure and to think about the future instead and move forward.

My e-mail: jjmiller6213@comcast.net

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Terrific Thursday and...I Am Woman!!

Today's high temperature was:  74 degree
Today's humidity was: 64%
Sunny, breezy, lovely
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Do you remember seeing this picture on the news?
Well--this was me early this morning.

I was awake fairly early, 8:00, so was in my front (computer) room when the Waste Management truck came along to pick up our garbage.  They aren't exactly careful with our cans, but they do slam put them, upside down,back on the edge of the lawn.

My can has a handle on the top side and wheels underneath.  I watched as the young man on the passenger side jumped out, grabbed the can and swung it up into the back of the truck.  Then he swung it up chest high by the handle to flip it over, I assumed.  Well, the can did not flip, so he swung it head high then dropped kicked it into the drive--where it rolled, and bounced out into the middle of the street.  He then went on to my neighbor's full cans.  I jumped up to run out and yell, then remembered I was in my night shirt.  Knowing they would pass by on their way out of the park, I went in and got dressed.  Then I listened to hear when they were coming down the side street--where they would turn onto my street and I walked outside.

I knew, in order to miss my garbage can, they would have to steer off to the side, so I stood to the left of the can--in the middle of the road.  Do you know how high a garbage truck is?  YIKES

The driver slowed a bit and was going to steer around me, so I moved to the left another step and put both hands up in a "stop" position.  He stopped and I walked around to the passenger side.

I AM WOMAN!!!

The 20 something punk looked out and I said, "I would appreciate it if you didn't drop kick my plastic garbage can again...or leave it laying in the middle of the street."

He looked at his partner and said, "Did I drop kick it?"

He looked at me, I didn't..."

"Sure you did.  I watched you from that window," pointing to my front window. 

He looked at his partner again.  His partner was silent--he turned to me and I said, "You wouldn't treat your grandma's stuff like that...so from now on...pretend I am your old grandma--okay?"

"Sorry, Ma'am."

"Okay and by the way---I just wanted to tell you guys how much we all appreciate your work.  I know it's not a very glamorous job, but we appreciate you coming every week and taking our junk away."

Then I stepped back on the lawn and waved them on.  Knowing they were probably watching in the rear view side mirrors, I played the old grandma card---I bent over very slowly, picked up the can and limped and hobbled up the drive.  When I heard them turn the corner, I swung the can off the ground and walked sprightly up the drive and put it away.

I am going to get up early next Thursday and just watch to see what he does.  HEY--the NSA has nothing on me.  I see every vehicle that passes by my house.. I am the official watcher to make sure the manager is notified if the sewage pump red light comes on--I see everyone that comes by here and when I saw some kid, unknown to me, walk up to Jackie's door when she wasn't home, I walked over and asked if I could help her. She said, "I think I have the wrong house.  My little brother said to pick him up here."  I don't think so.

I am the George Zimmerman of this park--sans a gun!!!

When I got back in the house, I realized I was shaking.  I have NEVER confronted anyone like that in my life!  But--I WAS nice about it--( you catch more flies with honey than vinegar) trying to play to the young punk's feeling of how he'd want his grandma treated--just my luck, he probably hates grandma and next week will put my can in the crusher, LOL.
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Okay--the answer to the picture quiz:  I love Jean's answer, by the way.  The lady sitting in the chair is not my mother, LOL.

My 60th Birthday!  1999
Pammie on the left in the back row was, 40--Mark was 42
Jennifer on the left in the front was, 28 and Karen was, 38

Personally, I think I look better 14 years later then I did then.

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I got my two new bras and panties yesterday.  I put them on today.  Oh My--how nice.  The bra is the same style I have worn for years--Bali Flower, but one size smaller around and one cup size smaller.  The panties are also by Bali--Skimp Skamp--three sizes smaller then what I have been wearing--my others were beginning to feel like bloomers.  These size 6 fit nicely--not tight at all!!!  I is happy!!
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A blog friend, posted something on her blog this morning about glancing in the mirror and being startled at the face looking back.  Has that ever happened to any of you?  I know it has to me--for about the last 10 years.  The "face" I have in my mind is about 45-50.  I don't get startled when I directly look in the mirror, but if I am walking around and just glance off to the side and there is my "now" face, I always kind of jump.  What a shock!!!

She also spoke of how, as she ages, she finds herself attracted to young men--much too young men.  Yeah--me too.  I can't afford to be a Cougar and certainly do not have the energy for it, so there is no reason for any of you to worry that I am going to have a manic moment and "hire" some stud to make house calls, but.....

Actually, when my Pastor did Fred's funeral and then I started going to church, I was kind of attracted to him.  Minister's are ALWAYS attractive to women, especially widows--and some divorcees.  (I have dated two ministers, but let's not go there.)  Minister's are trained to be listeners--to be sympathetic.  They usually have a strong feminine side--emotionally.  They understand EVERYTHING!!!  I'd find myself sitting in church--the 4th pew from the front, and hanging onto every word--every movement.  When I found out his true age--9 months younger then my son--I was embarrassed!!!  GEEZ!!!

When I see or talk to men my own age--complete turn off!!!  They are so...I don't know...old?  Since my divorce a hundred years ago, I have never dated a man my own age.  Five-six years younger--one was eleven years younger--weird that all those young guys are now dead!  I really am attracted to men in their prime--in their sixties.  Usually their muscle tone is still good, they don't yet have the old man boobs.  They aren't prone to wearing white ankle socks with their sandals or shorts that hang down below their knees--with the ankle socks and sandals.  They have that lovely salt and pepper hair, or are bald (which I find attractive for some reason) and have not yet acquired the white hair that is usually yellow in tone.  I know a couple of guys who dye their hair--Good Grief--don't they realize it usually turns a reddish hue after a couple of weeks?  

Who is more attractive?


This guy with his hair dyed--turning red.  
This guy, two years later with his hair au natural

If I had met him when he looked like the upper picture--I probably would have never dated him again.  By the time I met him, he had that nice salt and pepper hair.
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By the way--all this talk of men in no way means I am interested in finding another one--oh no!  By this age, they are truly weird!!  Most of the time, they are a "recovering" something. Either drank too much or smoked too much in their earlier years. A lot of them have age related illness--diabetes, heart problems, COPD, bad livers and I am in NO WAY taking care of another man and have him die!  No. No.  I prefer not to go through that again!!!

A lot of them--most of them, have erectile dysfunction.  They have had their prostate removed, or they are on meds that cause it, or they smoked or drank too much and the blood supply doesn't reach that far.  They know this.  BUT--they think you are going to cure them.  My cousin (older then me) had a guy, on their third date, show up with his "inflater"--she said it looked something similar to a small vacuum cleaner.  Another one, also on the third date--because you know--nowadays, the third date is THE DATE where it is okay to have sex.  Anyway, he showed up with a little black bag that contained, not his tooth brush, not even his meds, but a vial of a clear liquid and a syringe for--penile injections.  Needless to say, she did not go through with the third date.  She said, "If I could find one that only needed to take Viagra, I'd think he was pretty sexy!"

So--not wanting to go through that stuff---YIKES--or having to go to bed and "work" the rest of the night trying to make him feel like he's sixty again--PLUS my two metal hips--I have a good excuse to not ever date again.  

(I suppose I have shocked you all with my knowledge of this subject?)

Anyway--and most important--none of them have Fred's voice, his smile, his laugh or his "smell"--so I would get half-way through a dinner date and have to excuse myself to go to the rest room and climb out the window and run...and with my hips--I don't know if that would be possible.

So-----
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There was quite a bit of activity around the hummingbird nest this morning.  I think we have a baby--I haven't seen it yet, but the Momma now comes to the nest and sits on the side, not inside.

  
He was sitting off to the side, looking at her nest.

She came out, sat for a minute then dive bombed him until he left!!
I need a sky hook so I can get up above the nest and take pictures.
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I went to the Rich People's store this afternoon--to get my weekly salads, fresh fruit and yellow, iced loaf cake.  Their cakes are the best.  Also picked up a chocolate one for Pammies birthday tomorrow.  I am going out around noon and Susan is coming down also.  I bought candles--going to put 9 on her cake. She will be 54, so 5+4=9--get it?

See  ya tomorrow--Jude





5 comments:

  1. You crack me up. Really. Looking in the mirror when I get my hair cut is the WORST! You have no where to run & hide. I just sit there and think: Am I really as old that woman in the mirror. It's horrible. :)

    Happy Birthday to your Pam!

    xoxo

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  2. Well, of course, you know I love, LOVE love this blog entry since one of mine obviously inspired your mind to go in this direction. LOL But you have confirmed what I've suspected all along about guys in our own age bracket...that they are not something I want to encounter in the darkness of my bedroom. Yuck! But shame on you, now I've suddenly started thinking about all the ministers I've had occasion to talk to over the years! For the most part you are right about this class a guys...they ARE good listeners and think with their feminine side. You might be thinking, "How many ministers could she---a non-church goer---have talked to in her life?" And you'd be surprised to learn a LOT. I used to be in the floral business and literally set up flowers in churches for over 5,000 weddings and many times the ministers, rabbis and priests would tag along as I worked.

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  3. Oh, and P.S. Your face off with the garage man was great! Gray power.

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  4. You are quite a handful ... aren't you? :)

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  5. This is the most entertaining post, Judy....while driving to LM's tonight, I was listening to our local community radio station and they said Helen Reddy was coming to Provincetown to perform very soon and they played "I am Woman" so I immediately thought of you. LOL...

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