I’ve been thinking about men lately, there are many in my life.  A husband, son, brother as well as brothers-in-law, nephews and friends.  But they do have their peculiarities, don’t they?  The majority of them seem as though they’d rather be audited by the IRS than have a meaningful discussion with the woman in their life.  Not all of them, of course.  But many of them do their best to avoid the dreaded phrase “let’s talk”, hearing instead “I’m going to put your head in a vise and twist the handle really hard”.  Are we women really that intimidating?

And what is it with them and breasts, anyway?  I understand that to a hetero guy they are an interesting secondary sex characteristic, and thus attractive.  But good grief!!  From about 4th or 5th grade they become obsessed, and it only comes to an end post mortem.  They have all sorts of methods.  Those with easily annoyed women folk master the sideways glance.  Then there are those like my husband, who just look.  For that I’m grateful.  It means he’s still among the living, and at least he doesn’t drool.  Then there are the over exuberant, or just plain obnoxious.  Their eyes pop and wolf whistles and other odd noises abound.  Having had the experience several times when I was a lot younger, it’s not pretty.  I don’t know a single girl whoever had that experience and said to herself “that guy is SO HOT, let me give him my phone number”.

But hey, ladies.  They are the only opposite sex we have.  So we learn to deal with it.  And then years later, to deal with the fact it probably won’t happen anymore.  Talk about mixed feelings!  Part of the circle of life, and all.  So before I break into a song from THE LION KING, I think I’ll just say goodnight!

I’ve always believed “old” friends are a blessing.  They hold a bit of our past history, knew us back when and liked us anyway!  Got together with one this past Friday night.  She and her husband came north for a family wedding to good old “Jersey”,  as the foreigners say.  I moved half way through High School (still recovering from the trauma) and Grover was the first person who actually spoke to me in the new school.  Good grief, that meant a lot!

She was Grover to my Mahoney because neither one of us thought our first names were “cool” I guess.  We hung out together and did some stuff I still wouldn’t want to explain to my parents — or kids for that matter.  But here we are, both married parents of two grown kids, and Grandmothers too.  She’s got a grandson and daughter, and we’ve got our Arielle.  Our husbands kindly sat and listened over dinner to our trip down memory lane, and we realized we’ve been friends for 38 years.  No easy task, since we are only around 35.

Anyway, it’s always wonderful to spend time with someone who remembers what one looked like at age 17…

Good Night, and be well to all!

I’ve got particularly happy news.  One of the women folk is seeing a nice guy!  This is especially wonderful since she suffered a divorce that was not of her choosing several years ago.  Love can’t be turned off like a faucet, especially with us ladies.  While her broken heart is not mended, she’s out there and enjoying life far more than she has in some time.  It’s a huge step,  and I’m greatly enjoying seeing her do more than put one foot in front of the other on a daily basis.  I salute you, kiddo!

Shout out to grand daughter Arielle:  Do you miss me as much as I miss you, little one?