No Excuses!

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You are an Angel

Angels fall down sometimes.
It doesn't change the fact that you are still an angel.








Special thanks to my Google+ friend, Jack Jenkins, for sharing this beautiful song.

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Freak

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Hey! You! Let your Freak Flag Fly!

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Beauty is a Trap!

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Samantha Brick has a terrible problem! She's too gorgeous !

Wait.....what ?

First of all, I really don't think this woman is as beautiful as she believes herself to be. But that's me. Yet Samantha Brick, a popular British journalist, thinks women hate her because she's always the prettiest one in the room. With all her influence and everything going on in the world, especially the war on women, this is her concern?

Here's the article I read this morning that really ticked me off:

British Woman Thinks She's Too Gorgeous


Maybe women despise and ignore you because you are shallow and just a wee bit full of yourself, hmmm?

Okay, perhaps that's a bit harsh but I need to vent. Just a bit. I promise it won't get too ugly .

It's not about looks. This is not a competition. In fact, we are in a sad, sorry state. Teenage girls and women are literally starving themselves to death to look like airbrushed, photo shopped fashion models. They subject themselves to risky procedures because they're not happy with the face, the lips, the boobs, or the butt God gave them. Or they want what somebody else has. Not all plastic surgery is bad. Some of it is necessary. I understand that, but 16 year girls getting boob jobs? Come on!  And while women are consumed with their looks, the power and control over their own bodies is being stolen right out from under their pretty little noses.


If you're beautiful, good for you! You have an advantage that others don't have and a responsibility to prove that beauty is more than skin deep. Get over yourself ! Why not use your influential place of power to encourage women to love and respect themselves and to develop their inner strength and beauty instead of being consumed with yourself and judging others on how they look.  Do you really think other girls hate you because you're pretty? Perhaps they do despise you. Why? Take a deep, long look inside yourself. Other women might not see you as the solution to the problem. You are the problem.....


I don't care what you look like. If you are a woman, you are beautiful. Inside and out. And you have the power to influence other women. To teach them to fight. To stand up for their rights. To educate themselves, to be financially independent, to develop their self-esteem and recognize their personal power, to never become victims of abuse or domestic violence, and to never, ever sacrifice their freedom of choice to anyone for any reason. These are the important issues. Not boobs and butts. And if you honestly believe other women hate you because you've been blessed with good looks, then walk over and show them you are more than just a pretty face.

Believe me, as we age, our boobs and butts will begin to sag. Gravity always kicks in, no matter how hard we fight against it. Pretty faces eventually wrinkle. Large pores, sun damage, chicken necks. It happens to the best of us. The day will come when we can no longer get by on just our looks. What then? If we haven't developed our own inner beauty and strength, we've got nothing! And, we'll have nothing to pass on to the younger women who are rising up to take our places in the world.

Beauty is a trap. Don't fall for it!

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Don't Look Back......

When it comes to the past and looking back (or going back), I always think of Sodom and Gomorrah and the tragic tale of Lot's wife. You know, from the bible. If you went to Sunday School, you're already familiar with the story. If not, let me quickly bring you up to speed with my condensed version:

I am sure the woman had a name, but it's never mentioned so we only know her as Lot's WIFE. We'll talk about the inferior status endured by women back in those days another time.   Anyway, as she and Lot were running away from their home town, she dared to look back and when she did, was instantly turned into a solid pillar of salt!  The cities of Sodom and Gomorrah (where Lot and his wife-with-no-name lived) were being wiped out. I am not really sure which city they actually lived in. Perhaps both. Kind of like New Yorkers, with a penthouse in Manhattan and a summer home near the Jersey Shore. Regardless, those two cities were leveled. Destroyed.  I don't have a bible handy, but I do believe there was an earthquake. Lot and his wife were warned by an angel of God in advance and ran for their lives. And they were told not to look back.  Lot was obedient and kept on running. The lady was not so lucky.

I always thought being turned to a pillar of salt for taking one last look was sort of harsh and there are all kinds of opinions as to why that happened to her. Some say it was because her actions proved she loved sin more than she loved God and according to the bible, those two cities were cesspools of sin. That's why they were destroyed. Whatever. She was warned. She didn't listen. She looked back.  If I was running across the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan was being destroyed behind me, I would just have to turn my head and sneak a peek.........


Regardless of whether you believe that story or not, there's a good message in it. Dwelling in the past, looking over your shoulder, thinking about what could have been, or worrying about those you might  leave behind as you move on to bigger and better things makes it difficult to forge ahead.  It's like being frozen in time. You become an immovable object. Yeah. A proverbial pillar of salt.

Leave the past where it belongs, move ahead, and don't look back.

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What's Beyond the Door?

We must not allow time,  fear, distance, or difficulties to discourage us from reaching the doorway to the other side. - Cynthia



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Senior Dating, AARP and Turning the Big Five-Oh!

I just got an email from SeniorPeopleMeet.  It's a dating service for folks fifty and older. Would I like to join their service? This month is complimentary in honor of my 50th birthday!

No, I would not like to join your dating service !

I mean, really. What the heck do I want with a man fifty or older? Oh, wait. I'm turning fifty. Well, regardless, how did they get my email address in the first place? Is it stored in some big data base some place along with my birth date and a notation that says flag her at fifty ?

That would certainly explain all the strange emails I've been getting recently:

What You Need to Know About Medicare
Menopause and You
How to Choose The Right Nursing Home
Going Gray Naturally
Retire in Equador for less than $10 day (okay, I'm saving that one)


AARP just sent me a magazine. I never ordered it. It just showed up in my mail box. Delivered by the hot young mail man who thinks I'm cute. Not anymore ! I won't even look at the darn magazine. My parents said I should. They just got their copy and there was a coupon for a senior discount at the local All-You-Can-Eat Buffet . We can all go for dinner. At four o'clock.

Kill me now ..........

I must admit this whole turning half-a-century old has me in a bit of a tizzy. I know age is just a number and I am really only as young or old as I feel.  Most days, I feel like I am twenty-one. Sometimes, I act like it, too. I naturally gravitate toward the younger people at parties or in bars. Most people my age talk about all their aches and pains and doctor appointments. It's depressing and I never have anything to add.to those conversations. I feel great. I can't remember the last time I went to the doctor for anything other than my annual physical.  I think I am still pretty cool and can probably party harder than most twenty-somethings. I go to concerts in the city and stay out all night.  And I don't have to take a nap ahead of time or stay in bed the entire next day either. I still look pretty damn good.  I eat right, I exercise, I take good care of my skin.  As long as I avoid fluorescent lighting at all costs, most people would never guess my true age.


I need to come to terms with this whole age thing and just be thankful.  I've walked this earth for half-a-century. And I survived. That's quite an accomplishment. I've made mistakes and learned from them.  I've had my heart broken countless times yet somehow managed to keep it from getting hard and calloused.  I am wiser and more confident than I've ever been in my whole life.  I'm happy and despite the abuse I've put my body through in younger years, I am very, very healthy.  I have plenty of energy and I haven't lost my care-free, dare-devil attitude.  I will never forget what it's like to be young and that is how I plan to stay forever young. The spirit never ages and God knows, I've got plenty of spirit!

 So, keep sending your senior dating service emails and AARP magazines and coupons.  I'll just pass them on to my parents and their senior citizen friends. I plan to embrace fifty with open arms and then knock it out of the park like nobody's business.  Besides, isn't fifty the new thirty?

Yes, folks, I am turning fifty and I'm pretty darn proud of it.  And I look foward to fifty more years.  Why not?

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