entertaining infinity

it's official...

A couple of years ago I noticed that my eyes were having trouble focusing while I was reading one of the Harry Potter books (a kids book for godsake...oh the irony-ish-ness of it!), so now I wear reading glasses. 

But that didn't make me feel old. 

I used to be able to put my legs over my head without warming up (no kidding)  (a move that was very popular with the boys...), but not any more. 

And that doesn't make me feel old either.

Wrinkles around the eyes?  Nah; as Linda Evans said on the old Ultress commercials (before she started getting way too much lip collagen and selling scary 'face lifting masks' on infomercials) "Forty isn't fatal." 

I had no problem with the crows feet. I convinced myself that they looked kinda cool.  And they do, I like them.  (so far...)

The occasional gray hair?  Nope, not even those made me feel old.

But I heard some news the other day that made me sure that no matter how I young I feel, I'm actually rounding the corner towards old.

Donny Osmond is a grandfather.

That's right.  Donny Osmond - the boy who I (and thousands of other pre-pubescent girls) swooned over when he sang "Go Away Little Girl" back in the early 70s is a grandfather.  Oh help.

OK, so he had his first kid when he was 22, (and he's a few years older than i am), but still...if HE can be a grandfather, that makes it official doesn't it?  I might not be old, but I'm not young anymore either.

Time sure does fly, doesn't it?

A few years ago I said "time flies" in the presence of my (fabulous ice skating prodigy) niece - to which she replied: "Oh Uncle Debbie, only old people say 'time flies'." (yes, uncle debbie - i'll tell that story in a later post...). 

She was probably around 11 or 12 at the time - so that would've put me around 39 or 40 - and I should have told her that I hoped she would remember this moment.  Because someday she would be this age, and I'll bet it wouldn't feel that old then. 

I think this is what's so freaky about kids: if you used to change their diapers and now they're 16 (or 18...or...), then that means that these gray hairs aren't a fluke - they're the precursor to my future.  Maybe I AM getting up there.

And I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up?  Damn.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Time sure does fly, doesn't it?

crank-a-rama

Grrr.  The other day I tried to edit my "hmmm..." post - just a minor little change, no big whoop - but in the attempt I discovered a strange bug that made it impossible for me to do it.  The woman at TypePad's help desk was great (thank you laura), but no matter what we tried we couldn't get to the bottom of it.  So finally she suggested I just copy the post, delete the original and post again with the saved copy. 

So that's what I did. 

Only I didn't realize I'd lose all my comments ... (waaah!)  (i'm still new to the blog world so there's a lot of learn-by-doing going on here).  I'd gotten some really great comments in response to the last post, and now they are gone with the wind.  Vanished into the cyber netherworld.  Gone-stein.  Buh-bye.

Heavy sigh and quel bummer.

Perhaps I have attachment issues.  But I'll get over it...

More stuff coming from moi - most likely tomorrow.  (i'm in the editing mode.) 

(yeah, yeah...dealing with those perfectionist issues too...)  ;)

hmmm...

Oy, the gas prices, huh?!  It really is insane.  And thank god I drive a mid-sized car that gets good mileage.  I've always been annoyed by the whole SUV-ing and Hummer-ing of America (but i'll rant about that some other time) - now I kinda feel like they're getting what they deserve.  If you don't care about the impact your car is going to have on the planet, then maybe you'll give a damn when it costs you 5 bucks to drive to the grocery store and $75 to fill your gas guzzling tank.  (oops, gettin' bitchy cooperman!) 

Wonder if Chris would have a solution for this? 

(i don't think it's actually true, but hey - he's not a republican, and he's a great tap dancer, and that's a skill that would come in rather handy in that job, don'tcha think?)

everything's better with a little "licous"

I have a tendency to make up words...or put words together to make new ones.  Or steal fun words from the folks who say them first and make 'em my own.

I'll probably touch down on some of these from time to time, and give credit/backstory when appropriate.

The first in the series:

Fabulosity - pronounced as it reads.  (and if you can't pronounce it, girlene, you need some assistance in the department of fabulosity!)  Describes a way of being...of being fabulous, only more so.

Girlene - pronounced: girl-eene (as in clean).  You can use "girlene" in kinda the same way you might use "dude" - it is a sex-non-specific word; you can feel comfortable using it with men and women alike.  (AND it's particularly appropriate when one is a gay man and you're a proud fag hag or visa versa.) 

First time I heard it was when Sherm (my cousin/oldest and dearest friend) said it.  She got it (and says she heard it most often) from her friend Michael Scott Gregory, a Broadway dancer (who i got to see twice in 'sophisticated ladies' - talk about massive fabulosity) who died way too long ago.

Licious - pronounced: lish-iss.  Adding "licious" makes things more...licious!  Everything's made better when you add "licious" (or occasionally, "a-licious") after it.  (there are no rules here, you just have to go with your gut when adding the "a" or not...)

Examples: Fabu-licious.  Yum-a-licious.  Deb-a-licious.  (see what i mean?  fabu-licious!)

Got any good words I can usurp?  Or any that are made better with a little "licious"?

just be

I saw this guy (and his very fabulous t-shirt) at a blues festival a few weekends ago.  The place was teeming with people and 85% of 'em were wearing Harley Davidson t-shirts (i'm only slightly exaggerating), so his really jumped out at me.  (click on the photo for a larger version ...)

I keep meaning to write a post about the festival, but my crazed/busy schedule and my damn perfectionist tendencies (i want to write a really GOOD post; a funny and deep and meaningful post that will change the world [yeah, i'm not setting myself up am i?] blahblahblah) ... well, it was just taking too damn long. 

And when it all comes down to it, this t-shirt doesn't need some big deep discussion and analysis, does it?  It's funny, deep and meaningful all on its own.  (don't know if it could change the world, but maybe...?)

Ernie, Bert.  Hell, Cookie Monster even.  Just be.

more 70's shampoo commercials

Since I'm in the groove...

...here are some more 1970's shampoo memories: Gee Your Hair Smells Terrific, Short and Sassy (with spokeswoman dorothy hamill - she of the oh-so-famous 'hamill cut'), Lemon Up, Body on Tap (the beer shampoo), Clairol Herbal Essence (not the reformulated "essences" stuff, but the ones where geoffrey holder [he of 'the uncola nut' 7-up commercials - and broadway fame] did the voice over...), Agree, Breck, Tame (creme rinse - this was before "conditioner"...) and the famous 'dry shampoo' PSSSSSST with the tres catchy jingle: "spray and brush is all you do, then go...cause Clairol freshens your hair instantly with P-S-S-S-S-S-S-T!"

OK, it's really scary, the shit I remember when I can't even remember where I put my reading glasses...

The topic is 70's hair care products...anybody else?