According to Tricia Cusden, the author of the aforementioned Daily Mail Article, LOL now means Little Old Lady and is to be avoided at all costs. Hmmm. Am I at risk? After all, I am “little” and I am “old(ish)” and I am definitely a “lady.” Hmmm. Well, here are a few things she says about how to avoid it and what I have to say about what she has to say.
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
My friend, Ellin, recently sent me a link to an Article in the Daily Mail written by a very attractive, 71-year-old woman on how to avoid the dreaded LOL label. Not that long ago, or so it seems, I would sign handwritten letters to friends “LOL,” which meant “Lots Of Love.” Then, suddenly, one day it meant “Laugh Out Loud.” Guess I missed the memo. Now it has apparently undergone yet another acronymic incarnation. Missed that memo, too.
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
It’s that time of year again when families and friends gather to celebrate the markers of a life – weddings, graduations, reunions, etc.
On June 1st, the Girls of the Class of 1974 of Rosemont College, Rosemont, Pennsylvania, held their 45th Reunion on the campus grounds.
|The Iconic Former Convent Known as Main Building|
And now for a bit of personal and TV trivia. When Agnes Nixon created the hugely popular, long-running soap opera series All My Children, she used the town of Rosemont as a model for the fictional town of Pine Valley, Pennsylvania. The series debuted in 1970 the year I began my studies as a lowly freshman at Rosemont College.
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Is it possible to get PTSD from your husband’s retirement? I’m just asking for a friend.
|Sent to Me by My Friend Mary|
On April 1st my husband officially retired. I knew it was coming and I thought I was prepared, which, for the most part, I was; but there were some surprises along the way.
Monday, March 18, 2019
February has come and gone taking with it my month-long birthday celebration.
A short month it may be, but every year I pack it full of fun – laughter-filled lunches, delicious dinners, successful shopping trips, lots of Prosecco and Champagne and presents, presents, presents from friends, friends, friends!! Can an old gal get any more gâtée (spoiled) than that? I think not.
|A Favorite Birthday Card|
As soon as I got an email about their Spring Collection and SALES!! SALES!! SALES!!, I headed straight to White House Black Market to max out my White House Black Market Gift Certificate from le husband, the CEO in Charge of Spoiling Me Rotten. That IS his official title. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? Anyway, I snagged some great pieces -- two day dresses that can be dressed up for the opera, two beautiful black lace tops, some really fun accessories and a lovely skirt.
Saturday, February 9, 2019
It’s my birthday month. As you all know by now, since February is the shortest month of the year, I reserve the right to celebrate my birthday all month long, and I do. It’s only fair, n’est-ce pas? What isn’t fair is that I am now officially in my late sixties and, yes, age has left its calling card, but I have not yet invited him in.
|But It Should Look Effortless!!|
I am, however, unable to prevent the inundation via email of ads for walk-in baths, hearing aids, retirement communities, Depends and Silver Singles. No matter how young I still feel, the marketing industry has clearly targeted me for creeping decrepitude, to which I say “Hah! Hah! Hah! And Hah!” Want to sell me those things? You have to catch me first.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Did you know that last month was National Necktie Month? Do you care? Well, a lot of men once did and some still do.
According to Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), the most famous dandy of his day, “A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life.” I know I would never have taken a young man seriously had he shown up at my door for a dinner date without one. So who gets the credit or the blame, depending on your point of view, for the modern necktie?