The First day of my Birthday Season – I’m Wrinkling in Strange Places

(Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees – days and days and days and daaaaaaaaaaays of celebration.  You can send me gifts in lieu of flowers or cake per my birthday season RULES, #3).

To celebrate I slept-in late . . . 

Oh nooooooooooooooooo – I have vertical ridges in my fingernails.  So, of course, I googled “fingernail ridges”:

“There are many reasons for ridged nails but the most common is aging,” says Dr. Phoebe Rich, M.D, clinical adjunct professor of dermatology at Oregon Health Science University. As we age the nail matrix becomes atrophied  in areas resulting in longitudinal ridging of nails. I tell people they are like wrinkles in the nails.”

It’s bad enough that my face is wrinkling . . . my neck is wrinkling . . . and now! my fingernails are wrinkling!

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The next thing I know I’ll wake up and I will look like a Shar-pei.

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Bob Blobfish sez: “I’d be upset too if I woke up looking like a Shar-pei”

 

My Annual Birthday Season!

After 71 times it’s getting a bit boring . . . another birthday . . .  Now don’t get me wrong I’m grateful I’m still around to celebrate but as Groucho Marx said: 

“Age is not a particularly interesting subject.  Anyone can get old.  All you have to do is live long enough.” 

The good news is my birthday SEASON** is getting longer . . . and so is YOURS.  In case, you’ve forgotten the rules (because you are getting old and forget a lot of things) and want to celebrate your own Birthday Season I’m reposting my repost from my reposted repost that I repost every year.
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Birthday Season Rules:

  1. Beginning on the day of your birth your season lasts the number of days you are old.  Consequently, every year your Birthday Season is one day longer.  With me so far?
  2. You are to celebrate your birth the entire season by choosing whatever you wish to do, or NOT do,  each day.  So far so good!
  3. People give you presents the entire season.  SO GOOD, so far!
  4. You must be over 50 to qualify for Birthday Season status.  (Over 50 you need more time to celebrate because it takes you longer.)
  5. You may start your Birthday Season before the actual date of your birth.  But you cannot exceed the number of days you are old.
  6. Those who are under the age of 50 can celebrate a Birthday Season as long as they don’t tell anyone or demand presents.(Gargle thoroughly after breakfast to eliminate tell-tale “Birthday Season Breath”.)
  7. You must eat doughnuts everyday for breakfast during your season. (If you don’t like doughnuts you can choose anything you want as long as it isn’t healthy).
  8. Every day of your season you must be grateful for being born and still being alive.  (After your Birthday Season is over you can revert to moaning about your age).

**In case, you’ve forgotten how the

Birthday Seasons Rules came to be

  (because you are getting old and forget a lot of things)

here’s how :

Many years ago my good friend Bernice and I were sitting in a motel room (don’t go THERE – we were at the motel, attending an imagery conference) eating doughnuts for breakfast.  We picked this motel because it had FREE doughnuts and coffee every morning.   It was just before our birthdays which are a few weeks apart.

A bit giddy from not sleeping well on motel mattresses and slightly inebriated on chocolate covered doughnuts, we decided that if we were going to get older each year we would at least take advantage of our accumulating age.  We created OUR BIRTHDAY SEASON.

"Food for thought . . . "

“Doughnuts . . . . . . .Food for thought . . . “

Click here for my birthday “make-overs” I was contemplating last year: 17 years and 2 months left to live

Listen to the #1 song on the day you were born.

A strange and wonderful place this internet . . .  Here’s a site which plays the song that was Number One on the day you were born. If there is a video available with the artist, it will play it for you.

http://playback.fm/birthday-song

Enjoy the show Rick – MUSIC! MUSIC! MUSIC! (I didn’t like my birthday song . . .)

Thanks Sharon for sending this!

My Birthday Season . . . I’m still 70

Received this birthday “reminder” from my friend Sharon, who, yes even after receiving this, I still call my friend.

Questions and Answers from CARP Forum

Q: Where can single men over the age of 70 find younger women who are interested in them?

A: Try a bookstore, under Fiction.

Q: What can a man do while his wife is going through menopause?

A: Keep busy. If you’re handy with tools, you can finish the basement. When you’re done, you will have a place to live.

Q: Someone has told me that menopause is mentioned in the bible… Is that true?
Where can it be found?

A: Yes. Matthew 14:92:
“And Mary rode Joseph’s ass all the way to Egypt…”

Q: How can you increase the heart rate of your over-70 year-old husband?

A: Tell him you’re pregnant.

Q: How can you avoid that terrible curse of the elderly wrinkles?

A: Take off your glasses.

Q: Seriously! What can I do for these crow’s feet and all those wrinkles on my face?

A: Go braless. It will usually pull them out..

Q: Why should 70-plus year old people use valet parking?

A: Valets don’t forget where they park your car.

Q: Is it common for 70-plus year olds to have problems with short term memory storage?

A: Storing memory is not a problem, Retrieving it is the problem.

Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly?

A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.

Q: Where should 70-plus year olds look for eye glasses?

A: On their foreheads.

Q: What is the most common remark made by 70-plus year olds when they enter antique stores?

A: “Gosh, I remember these!”

 

Friday the 13th – my LUCKY day

Seventy years ago I emerged from the womb – my mother’s to be precise.  If that isn’t lucky I don’t know what is.  

As you know,  I had decided to celebrate my Birthday Season for 70 days in advance this year.  However, it didn’t work out as I had planned because no one followed rule #3.  So I am giving you another chance.  Starting today I will continue to celebrate for another 70 days.  

Please review the rules so you understand what your part is.

Here are The Birthday Season* Official Rules that start again today:

  1. Beginning on the day of your birth your season lasts the number of days you are old.  You may start your Birthday Season before the day of your birth.  But you cannot exceed the number of days you are old. Consequently, every year your Birthday Season is one day longer.  With me so far?
  2. You are to celebrate your birth the entire season by choosing whatever you wish to do, or NOT do,  each day.  So far so good!
  3. People give you presents the entire season.  SO GOOD, so far!
  4. You must be over 50 to qualify for Birthday Season status.  (Over 50 you need more time to celebrate because it takes you longer.)
  5. Those who are under the age of 50 can celebrate a Birthday Season as long as they don’t tell anyone or demand presents. (Gargle thoroughly after breakfast to eliminate tell-tale “Birthday Season Breath”.
  6. You must eat doughnuts everyday for breakfast during your season. (If you don’t like doughnuts you can choose anything you want as long as it isn’t healthy).
  7. Every day of your season you must be grateful for being born and still being alive.  (After your Birthday Season is over you can revert to moaning about your age).

*For those of you who don’t know how “The Birthday Season” came into being here’s the link My Birthday Season or you can have your donut and eat it too. 

A Cautionary Tale – Pome

Boogie while you’re young

Pierce your tongue

Dye your hair green

Eat fat, not the lean

Don’t give a lick what makes you tick

Eat, drink and be merry

because if you tarry

you’ll soon be too old

all covered with mold

And have to scrap it off with a stick

First time she's made any sense . . .

First time she’s made any sense . . .

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Counting up to 70 – “Up a Tree”

“Ye are all leaves of one tree and the fruits of one branch.” Baha’i

As I “count up” to my 70th birthday” I think more and more about choice & inevitability,  and the wonder of the unknown.  When I received these pictures from my friend Sharon they struck me as reflecting the human condition . . . mine included. 

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of essence

Speak to me.

unnamed-10reaching ever reaching

for the Source

unnamed-9clinging to the sky

soaring from the earth

unnamed-8growing visible invisible patterns

in time and space

unnamed-7clinging tenaciously

clinging by my roots 

 to a passage yet unknown

Thanks Sharon for sharing!

Becca Givens posts pictures of  trees she photographs on her blog Sunday Trees.  Becca has much more discipline than I do as it is every Sunday!  Here’s some of her “trees” Sunday Trees 03Sunday Trees 08Sunday Trees 26 in the Mayan Ruins

 

 

How to Get a Leg up on Trashing Self-Doubt!

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As I get older

I grow less bolder

My body parts are rather dear

One leg up, one leg down

I’ll end up icing my rear, I fear

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Two legs down are more my style

both feet on the ground awhile

trash the skates

there’s no self doubt 

Easier to get about

Reserve the ice for drinks and such

One can never hydrate too much

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And when my legs both give out

I could switch to four to get about

Don’t put me out to pasture yet

Am I still in the race?  You bet!

My Birthday Season – 17 years and 2 months left to live

Two months ago I had 17 years and 4 months to live.  I’ve used up 2 of those months.  Time is slipping through my fingers.  I’m thinking about a make-over to match my new retirement lifestyle.

My current “look” is PROFESSIONAL. I try to project an image of normalcy for my clients.  It helps instill deep trust in my intelligence and respect for my accumulated wisdom.  Now NO HOLDS BARRED.  I can be meeeeeeee.

I googled fashion trends so I don’t look out of place in my new role.

1. Starting with my hair.  I’m going to change the style which requires letting the sides grow longer so there is enough hair to style.

First step: Letting the sides get a bit longer

2.  Once sides of hair grow out create a signature style, something symbolic of stepping out of the old and into the new.

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Second or TWO-STEP

3.  Next is wardrobe. Out with the black pants, black skirts, mono-chromatic tops, structured jackets – all calculated to allow clients to use me as a blank canvas to project upon just as Freud would have advised.

I love color
Step 3: Reflect my inner artist.

4.  Gotta take a nap and rest now cuz the thought of shopping is wearing me out and I hear getting enough rest helps the hair grow.

I’m a work in progress.

Chocolate is proof that God wants us to be Happy

Only time will tell

if I’ll go to hell

But at this moment in time

chocolate is sublime

Thanks Rick for the “spoof”

YOU are proof 

God loves me!

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Opened a surprise birthday season package today from my brother Rick.  He stuffed this “cocoa” mug with chocolate.  I unstuffed the mug and stuffed me.

Don’t worry about old age – it doesn’t last that long

It’s my birthday season, day 8.  For those of you I confused with my birthday season post – My birthday is in February – 62 days to go!
My friend Kathe sent me  Nine Thoughts to Ponder during this season of my birthday:
Ponder on that!
Pondering . . . on how judy ponders
9.   Death is the number 1 killer in the world.
8.    Life is sexually transmitted.
7.    Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
 
6.   Men have two emotions: hungry and horny, and they can’t tell them apart. If you see a gleam in his eyes, make him a sandwich.
 
5.    Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won’t bother you for weeks, months, maybe years.
 
4.    Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospital, dying of nothing.
 
 3.    All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
 
2.    In the 60’s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, and people take Prozac to make it normal.
 
1.    Life is like a jar of jalapeno peppers. What you do today might burn your ass tomorrow.
Thanks Kathe, I think . . . 

 

Here’s to retirement! I’ll drink to that . . .

As retirement looms I’m finding inspiration everywhere.

unnamed-14Yes, my body knows what to do

it doesn’t want to be black and blue

My mind should upend

unnatural ways to bend

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a beverage can’t be beat

Who would’a thunk

I could turn into a drunk

 

 

My Birthday Season Studies, Aging on the “Fritz”

In preparation for my coming birthday I’m studying what “learned” people know about aging.  I just found out that  a definite perk of  “getting old” ensures me of ALWAYS being in the present moment!   Fritz Coleman (who is very “learned” says: “When you are old you can’t count on the future and you can’t remember the past.”

Fritz Coleman, Comedian

Senior Conference On Aging. Held at the First Church of the Nazarene of Pasadena. Keynote Speaker Fritz Coleman NBC4’s weathercaster is a Southern California broadcasting icon”  and a . . .  comedian.

My Birthday Season – 70 is HOT!

Very well seasoned

been cook’n for a long time 

Get me while I’m hot

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a judy doodle

Been chewed up, spit out

Fiery personality

tastes too hot for some

 

Body slowing down

counting up to seventy

 as my brain cools off

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Haiku Horizons – prompt HOT

My Birthday Season Rules ! Counting up to 70

Seventy days of celebration for my 70th BIRTHDAY SEASON!  Starting December 6th.

This year is different: I am going to celebrate my birthday season starting 70 days BEFORE my actual birthday (rule #2).  

This year is different: 70 is OLD.  At least 70 was old when I was growing up.  And since my life expectancy is to live only 17 years and 4 months longer I figure I shouldn’t wait til I’m actually 70 to begin my birthday season.   (see post: I only have 17 years and 4 months to live)

This year is different:  Instead of eating doughnuts (rule #6).  I am going to do/make something CREATIVE every day (or eat junk food); Some of it I may post . . . some of it I may not . . .  I do NOT want to be held accountable because at my age I may not remember what I’m being held accountable for . . . and even if I remember I don’t care.

For those of you who are new blog readers (and for those of you who are OLD and don’t remember) I am reposting the story behind My Birthday Season and the rules (in case you want to celebrate your own birthday season).

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The Origins of My Birthday Season

Many years ago my good friend Bernice and I were sitting in a motel room (don’t go THERE – we were at the motel, attending an imagery conference) eating doughnuts for breakfast.  We picked this motel because it had FREE doughnuts and coffee every morning.   It was just before our birthdays which are a few weeks apart.

A bit giddy from not sleeping well on motel mattresses and slightly inebriated on chocolate covered doughnuts, we decided that if we were going to get older each year we would at least take advantage of our accumulating age.  We created our BIRTHDAY SEASON.

Birthday Season Rules

  1. Beginning on the day of your birth your season lasts the number of days you are old.  Consequently, every year your Birthday Season is one day longer.  
  2. You may start your Birthday Season before the day of your birth.  But you cannot exceed the number of days you are old.  With me so far?
  3. You are to celebrate your birth every day of the entire season by choosing whatever you wish to do, or NOT do.  So far so good!
  4. People give you presents the entire season.  SO GOOD, so far!
  5. You must be over 50* to qualify for Birthday Season status. 
  6. You must eat doughnuts everyday for breakfast during your season. (If you don’t like doughnuts you can choose anything you want as long as it isn’t healthy).
  7. Every day of your season you must be grateful for being born and still being alive.  (After your Birthday Season is over you can revert to moaning about your age).

*If  you are under the age of 50  you can celebrate your Birthday Season as long as you don’t tell anyone or demand presents. (Gargle thoroughly after breakfast to eliminate tell-tale “Birthday Season Breath”.)

Happy Birthday Season to Me!  Day 1

“This is my life” – all 17 years and 3 months left*

I’m searching for my focus in this next phase in my life.   (I’ve probably always been searching – this is the first time it’s conscious).  In my search I found this Holstee Manifesto video.

My 3 favorites are:

  • If you don’t have enough time, stop watching TV.
  • Getting Lost will help you find yourself
  • Stop over analyzing
  • We are united in our differences

The more I think about it the more I realize I’m in a pickle.  The Holstee Manifesto says:  “Do what your love”.  Well,  I love my job and  . . .  I’m quitting.  Now I’ll have more time to watch TV . . .  I’m feeling more and more lost.  But it feels good to know we are all united differently in the same search  . . .  I’m very confused.

Holstee Manifesto
https://www.holstee.com/pages/manifesto

*My Life Expectancy 

I have 17 years and 4 months to live

My life expectancy is 87.4 years.  I KNOW because I got it calculated by  the Social Security Administration and THEY KNOW since they will be paying me money every month for 17 years and 4 months.

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a judy doodle

The calculations don’t take into account health, heredity or history, not to mention socio-economic status or hair loss.  But SURPRISINGLY, at least surprising to me, I am actually a bit relieved to know I have only 17 years and 4 months left . . .  for a few reasons:

  1. I work best under deadline pressure.  I get things accomplished if there are outside parameters. Give me a deadline and I go into action.  Give me as much time I want it will take however much time I want and often not get finished . . .  or started.
  2.  Seventeen years seems doable.  It’s the 4 months I’m a bit worried about . . .

If you want to know your life expectancy

click here for the social Security Government Life Expectancy Calculator

 

A judy Journey – a Wacky Wick* Bit

WACKY

“Absurdly or amusingly eccentric or irrational”

Day 3 of honoring Rick’s birthday season (birthday season rules)

When Rick and I were growing up (childhood pictures of Rick & me) my favorite fun game was to make him get on all fours on the floor while I would stand over him squeezing his neck between my ankles and rock back and forth.  Mom just didn’t understand how much fun it was and would yell at me, “Stop!!! You’re going to break his neck!”

I never broke his neck but . . .

. . . Wick’s* wittle brain wrattling around in his head may be the reason for some of his “amusingly eccentric” attempts to heal childhood trauma.  Cases in point:

Rick as the Headless Horseman

Rick as a Clown, trying to prove he doesn’t have brain damage and is a fun guy. 

Rick is a Headless Horseman (remembrances of our head rocking game)

Rick as a Headless Horseman (flashback of our head rocking game) and Sheila trying to pretend it’s ok he has no head.

Rick, as the pirate - trying for sympathy, arrrgh

Rick, as a pirate – expressing pent-up hostility from childhood trauma, arrrgh

All I can say is it’s a good thing I’m a psychotherapist . . . he needs my help.

*Wick = Rick 

P.S. PLEASE do not show these pictures to anyone because Rick is a respected realtor in Denver.

A judy Journey – A Bit Daffy

Daffy

Crazy. Madly deranged and completely nuts. Foolish or mentally imbalanced.  The Urban Dictionary

Last night Rick went outside to protect the daffodils from the snow.

Rick's daffodils before they are buried under snow

Yesterday – Rick & daffodils 

The front of the house now looks like a homeless encampment

Daffodils are under there

Today, in the morning – Daffodil encampment

Rick had a chocolate birthday

Sister-in-law Sheila putting 64 candles on the cake (she was 56 candles short)

Sister-in-law Sheila putting 64 candles on the cake (she was 56 candles short)

Snow is cool but chocolate is chocolate.

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All candles and 1/3 of cake eaten

Happy Birthday Rick!  You are as daffy as your dils!

My baby brother

Baby brother & me

A judy Journey – Stand By for Rain, Sleet & Snow

My sister-in-law is a flight attendant and generously offered me a “Buddy Pass”.  $40 one way to Denver, Colorado to visit my bother Rick for his birthday – I jumped at the chance!  

That’s the last time I jumped on this trip.  

Rick, showing off the daffodils he planted – before they are buried under snow*

$40 equals “stand by”.  After a 3 hour wait at the airport I stood by and watched as the plane took off without me (and 4 other standby passengers).  Only one more flight out. My bags were still packed so I stood by for another 3 hours.  Five thumbs went up as my fellow stand-byers and I were handed boarding passes.

This morning I booked a paid flight home.  

Storm front blowing in - Denver, April 12

Storm front blowing in – Denver, April 12

*Rain, sleet and snow is coming in tonight with a 30 degree temperature drop!

To learn more about my journey check  Come Fly With Me . . . 

 

My Birthday Season or You can have your doughnut & eat it too

ptg011093681Repost from a repost I reposted from an original repost – as my birthday seems to come around on the 13th every year!

“Age is not a particularly interesting subject.  Anyone can get old.  

All you have to do is live long enough.”  -Groucho Marx-

Many years ago my good friend Bernice and I were sitting in a motel room (don’t go THERE – we were at the motel, attending an imagery conference) eating doughnuts for breakfast.  We picked this motel because it had FREE doughnuts and coffee every morning.   It was just before our birthdays which are a few weeks apart.

A bit giddy from not sleeping well on motel mattresses and slightly inebriated on chocolate covered doughnuts, we decided that if we were going to get older each year we would at least take advantage of our accumulating age.  We created OUR BIRTHDAY SEASON.

Here are the rules in case you’d like to have your own Birthday Season.

  1. Beginning on the day of your birth your season lasts the number of days you are old.  Consequently, every year your Birthday Season is one day longer.  With me so far?
  2. You are to celebrate your birth the entire season by choosing whatever you wish to do, or NOT do,  each day.  So far so good!
  3. People give you presents the entire season.  SO GOOD, so far!
  4. You must be over 50 to qualify for Birthday Season status.  (Over 50 you need more time to celebrate because it takes you longer.)
  5. You may start your Birthday Season before the day of your birth.  But you cannot exceed the number of days you are old.
  6. Those who are under the age of 50 can celebrate a Birthday Season as long as they don’t tell anyone or demand presents. (Gargle thoroughly after breakfast to eliminate tell-tale “Birthday Season Breath”.)
  7. You must eat doughnuts everyday for breakfast during your season. (If you don’t like doughnuts you can choose anything you want as long as it isn’t healthy).
  8. Every day of your season you must be grateful for being born and still being alive.  (After your Birthday Season is over you can revert to moaning about your age).

You Can Have Your Doughnut and Eat it Too: Your Birthday Season

Judy & Bernice

Judy & Bernice

Repost from a repost from an original repost.  I repost a variation of this annually since my birthday seems to fall on the 13th every year!

“Age is not a particularly interesting subject.  Anyone can get old.  

All you have to do is live long enough.”

-Groucho Marx-

Many years ago my good friend Bernice and I were sitting in a motel room eating doughnuts for breakfast.  We picked this motel because it had free doughnuts and coffee every morning.

It was just before our birthdays which are a few weeks apart.

A bit giddy from not sleeping well on motel mattresses and slightly inebriated on chocolate covered doughnuts, we decided that if we were going to get older each year we would at least take advantage of our accumulating age.  We created OUR BIRTHDAY SEASON.

Here are the rules in case you’d like to have your own Birthday Season.

  1. Beginning on the day of your birth your season lasts the number of days you are old.  Consequently every year your Birthday Season is one day longer.  With me so far?
  2. You are to celebrate your birth the entire season by choosing whatever you wish to do, or NOT do,  each day.  So far so good!
  3. People give you presents the entire season.  SO GOOD, so far!
  4. You must be over 50 to qualify for Birthday Season status.  (Over 50 you need more time to have fun because it takes you longer.)
  5. You may start your Birthday Season before the day of your birth.  But you cannot exceed the number of days you are old.
  6. Those who are under the age of 50 can celebrate a Birthday Season as long as they don’t tell anyone or demand presents. (Gargle thoroughly after breakfast to eliminate tell-tale Birthday Season Breath.)
  7. You must eat doughnuts everyday for breakfast during your season. (If you don’t like doughnuts ptg011093681you can choose anything you want as long as it isn’t healthy).
  8. Every day of your season you must be grateful for being born and still being alive.  (After your Birthday Season is over you can revert to moaning about your age).

    TODAY IS THE OLDEST YOU’VE EVER BEEN,

    YET THE YOUNGEST YOU’LL EVER BE,

    SO ENJOY THIS DAY (season) WHILE IT LASTS.

Explosive News: What Your Parents DIDN’T Tell You About Your Birth

As my own birthday approaches is it serendipity that Paula sent me this photo series . . . ?
THE ULTIMATE NATURAL DELIVERY .
“Canadian photographer Patrice Laroche surely will have no trouble explaining to his kids about the birds and the bees. During his wife Sandra Denis’ pregnancy, the artist created a hilarious explanatory photo series titled “How to Make a Baby”. The creative couple planned and carried out their project throughout the whole period of 9 months, taking pictures in the exact same settings as Sandra’s belly expanded.”
“The pregnancy saga of Sandra and Patrice basically denounces all the traditional cabbage and stork stories.”
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THANKS PAULA!!!  FOR SENDING THIS AND BURSTING BIRTH FALSEHOODS.

The Sky Fell 62 Years Ago Today

I only have 2 memories of when I was 5. They both involve the sky falling down.

The first memory is  being Chicken Little* in kindergarten.  Parents and siblings were invited to watch this Production (capital “P”)  I was chosen to be Chicken Little – An honor that involved putting a brown bag over my head that the teacher had decorated to look like a chicken – it had opening for my eyes.  As the star I was to walk around and meet the other characters, fellow kindergarteners with bags over their heads, while the teacher read the story about the Chicken Little who got hit on the head with an acorn and thought  the sky was falling down.  I was scared.  I remember crying and crying.  I wanted my Mother.

The second memory was walking home from school. (Those were the days when children didn’t wear helmets and rode in the front seat of the car, no seatbelts).  Within sight of our house I tripped on the sidewalk and scrapped my knee.  Not a bad scrape but I cried and cried all the way home.  I wanted my mother.

That was the day my mother was to come home from the hospital with a baby.  (Those were the days when you stayed in the hospital for a week after giving birth).

I didn’t know what to expect. WHAT was this baby coming home with her.  I was only sure that I wanted my mother.  The mother that I had all to myself for my entire life.

I remember walking into our small 2 bedroom house,  finding my mother in bed holding this “thing”.  I cried and cried.  The sky had indeed fallen down.

Happy Birthday Rick!

I’m not sorry I tortured you all those many years ago.  It makes REALLY funny stories now.

I am glad you were born.

I love you.

You’re forgiven for the “torture”, though sticking my head between your knees and jumping made for premature (and still-red) couliflower ears. Always the actress, your faking the air-raid test sirens “getting you” also has made me acutely aware of sudden loud noises (and both also probable causes of my tinnitus). Perhaps my insurance can bill you for treatment? Still your younger brother-with LOVE.

*”There are several Western versions of the story, of which the best-known concerns a chick that believes the sky is falling when an acorn falls on its head. The chick decides to tell the King and on its journey meets other animals (mostly other fowl) which join it in the quest. After this point, there are many endings. In the most familiar, a fox invites them to its lair and there eats them all. Alternatively, the last one, usually Cocky Lockey, survives long enough to warn the chick, who escapes. In others all are rescued and finally speak to the King. In most retellings, the animals have rhyming names, commonly Chicken Little or Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey, Turkey Lurkey and Foxy Loxy.”

Sneak Preview of What You COULD Get from JudyClaus & Dave’s Most Marvelous Birthday Adventure

What are the odds!!!?  Got on the Metrolink train this morning for an hours ride into Los Angeles for my husband Dave’s Most Marvelous Birthday Adventure.  It was the last train out this morning and we sat in a car with only one other person, an incredibly personable young man on his way to work.

When I said this was my husband’s birthday trip the young man jumped up, held his hand out to shake and said “It’s my birthday Too!”  

Born on the same day! – Separated by a few decades.  What ARE the odds?

Take a look at Dave’s Most Marvelous Birthday Adventure:

(Pictures are not retouched.  The sky was that color, the temperature in the low 70’s.)

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  1. Took the Metrolink train to Union Station in Los Angeles
  2. Walked across the the street to Olvera Street – a historical Mexican “Alley” – where you can purchase AMAZING treasures
  3. Ate deeeeeeeeeelicious French Dipped Sandwiches at Philippes
  4. Walked over to China Town, where you can FIND EVERYTHING YOU CAN’T find at Alvera Street.

P.S. Besides the touristy pictures the other pictures are what I want to give to my friends for holidays . . . Are they lucky or what!?

Guess which one I picked especially for YOU?

Later than I think!

Came across this picture o me at my 50th birthday party.  I got a wand, a crown and a boa!

“You work and work for years and years, you’re always on the go

You never take a minute off, too busy makin’ dough
Someday, you say, you’ll have your fun, when you’re a millionaire
Imagine all the fun you’ll have in your old rockin’ chair

Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
You’re gonna take that ocean trip, no matter, come what may
You’ve got your reservations made, but you just can’t get away
Next year for sure, you’ll see the world, you’ll really get around
But how far can you travel when you’re six feet underground?”
Picture of me at my 65th birthday party.  I got a cane with a warning horn and a crossing sign!  Ouch.


“Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think”
Lyrics
Songwriters: Magidson, Herbert; Sigman, Carl;

Birth(day) of My Unconscious

My birthday is almost here.   Perhaps because I’m still sniffing, snorting, coughing, moaning & groaning from this cold that’s settled into my bronchial tubes, perhaps because of my fibro,  perhaps because every birthday reminds me of how short a time we spend on this planet I’m a bit down. Didn’t know it . . . until . . .

Since spending most of my days as a psychotherapist focusing on other people’s feelings, feelings, especially my own, are the last thing I want to pay attention to when I’m not working.  But since I’ve been facilitating Therapeutic Process Journaling Workshops I’ve stepped up my own creative journaling.

I keep telling my participants that their unconscious KNOWS what’s happening. Whether you intend it or not, unconscious messages come out in the journal pages.

As I was doing the cover of  a $1.00 notebook the picture of hands on a magazine cover seemed to be the right size and I liked the colors against the black and white notebook.  At least that’s what my conscious mind was focused on:  size & color.

When the cover was done it struck me that I wanted a helping hand.

I wasn’t feeling good physically or emotionally.  I also had been spending all my time at the office or alone with my computer – even neglecting Max and his walks.   I needed to reach out to family, friends.  And Max would add – take leash in hand and take him on walks! The cover left no room for doubt.

All that for $1.00 and glue!  Happy Birthday Judy.