People comment frequently: “I can’t believe I’m—(lets say) 60,— I feel like I am 45”.  It seems like many of us are blessed with confusion between the age that our birth certificate legally states we are and what our brain and body swear couldn’t be true. 

Learning health and attitude skills to combat some of the predictable woes of the aging process can actually buy us time along the continuum from birth to the obits.  That place in time where our physical and mental health trump our chronological age is referred to, by an internet site, (of the same name), as our “real age”.  And because we are the society of overachievers that we are, there is a test to quantify that age.  It is predictably called, the “Real Age” test.

The other day I heard our friends, Lori and Julie  (the Lojo show on 107.1 FM radio) suggesting that women should explore getting a Personal Trainer for their vagina!  I’m thinking this might be the solution to my “wetting” problem!
Do you think they are listed in the yellow pages??  JK        (See post below.)

When my kids were growing up I decided that they needed a grandmother figure in their lives.  We “adopted” an older woman from our church to take in as a surrogate grandmother.  My vision was that this sweet, older lady would bake cookies with my kids and speak dreamily to them about her child hood as they hung, spellbound on every word.

Our reality was that this” old coot” was one of the meanest people I had ever known! Not only did she freak our kids out with her Billy Goat Gruff chin hairs, BUT, her final endearing gesture was urinating on the leather seats of my husbands new Jaguar. How could anyone pee in a new Jag?  My now ”X” refused to “embrace” her after that.  I was not sad.