Hello Old Friends....
Hi Rhonda every 4-6 months for the past year and a half I've been getting these real bad fevers with chills and shivering/shaking. Doc put me in the hospital had a fever almost 104 and sky high blood pressure, they dont know whats going on so gonna start a process of elimination this week with a visit to a viral/bacterial infection specialist.
That is so funny that you wrote "not that any of you are old"....I was thinking the same thing about your post title....although I do know that I am getting old..lol....
Glad you are getting checked out...DO NOT MESS WITH YOUR HEALTH.....keep us posted....
I just got back from a long two weeks of traveling mostly for work but got to see my best buddies in Texas and then it ended with a glorious trip to see my hubby....but leaving today just sucked as usual....we are working at how to be in one city....it just is a process and all in time.....but we cannot wait....
Hang in there and good to see you posting!
Ann
I gladly accept my oldness, thank you very much. I will be 40 at the end of this month. Another decade closer to being that "mean ol woman down the block with all those cats". Except, the cats are owned by the dude who lives behind me and lets them run wild; all 19 of them now. Someone reproduced; yay for me.
Cat for right now. When I stop doing the traveling thing and can devote time to the baby, I will be more than ready for my itty bitty chihuhua or another toy pom.
you need to get you a red hat and purple dress.. we'll have a Red Hat Society Club on here.. I've already discussed this on the sexy board today.. and like I said to Ann.. I love this poem very much and have been practicing.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in the slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
- Jenny Joseph (1961)
"And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter"
I have these gorgeous beige satin pumps with black lace on the toes; very elegant. They have sat in my closet for almost 2 years because I cannot find the "perfect" dress to wear with them. I pull them out of the closet 2 or 3 times a year, fondle them, love them, then put them on my feet to wear around the bedroom in boxers and a t-shirt.
One day, they shall see the night and the elegance of a beautiful night and be ruined when some jackass sloshes beer or wine on them. I think that's why I haven't "tried" to find the perfect dress. The first night they're worn will probably be the last and I don't want to see them when they are not pristine. Oh well....