The day after a holiday is always a little depressing. Today the pumpkins are charred and beginning to sink into themselves. No longer needed they will get chucked into the woods behind the house. Poor jack-o-lanterns. Such loving care was taken to carve their personas...only to be discarded the next day.
Such are the seasons of life.
LOL
Here I am waxing philosophical about Halloween.
Of course you realize that this means we have to celebrate Christmas henceforth. It has always been this way hasn't it? Poor Thanksgiving doesn't stand a chance as a true holiday. All I know is this is the season for acquiring plumpitude. First there is the leftover halloween candy and then there is the bounty of food for Thanksgiving...big 'ol turkey legs and yummy sweet potatoes covered in sugary marshmallow and pies...ooooh I love pumpkin pie. Then comes the Christmas cookies and candies and....
Just roll me down a hill now.
No wonder we all hit the gym come January.
My birthday is coming too. I think because of my first installment of synchronicity stories...people think I am 40.
I AM HERE TO CLARIFY....I AM AS OLD AS THE HILLS. I will be 43 on December tenth. My synchronicity story merely began...when I was forty and there is still much to cover and guess what? It is all about MS. Yes I can stick to topic sometime.
I do hope my blog is not too strange and scattered and all over the place. Oh well. It is. I can't talk about MS constantly. Sorry...no can do. It isn't healthy for me to do so anyway. I am me and I want to talk about all sorts of things.
So who is having candy for breakfast raise your hand! ME! ME!
Come sit a spell and shoot the breeze. Sweeten the day with a little synchronicity...
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No candy for breakfast. Dry toast with coffee and OJ. Just 'cause that's what I felt like having. Actually what I really wanted was the souvlaki breakfast special from the Mykonos restaurant in Buffalo, NY.
But the toast was easier.
Happy All Saints' Day, merelyme!
Of course your site should be about you! One reason why I changed my site. My life is great!
Beach'n it today...having all kinds of candy! No hills to roll down, but I will ride the waves out today!
Old as the hills????????????
Girl, you haven't even hit middle age yet.
But if you are talking about what age we FEEL, I can identify. I'm 11 years older than you but there are many more MSers in our little group who are older and might make the same claim - "old as the hills".
To some MSers, celebrating birthdays is another milestone that says "I'm still living. I'm still living with MS. And I'm still happy to have birthdays."
Happy 43rd Birthday, MerelyMe
My daughter isn't much into candy (how'd I get so lucky?). But my husband and I went through her haul from last night and got our favorites that fortunately my daughter doesn't want. Sweet Tarts for him and Tootsie Pops for me. And yes...I've already started in on the candy today.
Happy All Saint's Day! I don't care if your blog is scattered and strange... hey maybe that's even why I like it! ;)
And, no, young lady, I did not have candy for breakfast! Well, maybe just a couple of pieces:D
Hi, I am sorry I was gone for so long. It's a miracle if anyone remembers me. I was gone for a long time, but are you really 43? You were 30 last time I was here, a few months ago. At least that's what I thought from your photos. But seriously, no way are you over 40. I am but you aren't.
I hope everything is all right with the MS.
candy for breakfast, lunch and dinner..
yep..
you know i'll read you no matter which direction your blog takes.
Happy birthday in advance ... us old farts have to stick together ya know.
you guys are great...i love you all.
You can't be old as the hills, you're only five years older than I am!
43! I remember that just! Oh it was only last year!!
Please carry on talking about all sorts of things, its great!
Count me in on the breakfast candy. I made the mistake of buying two bags, one with gooey choclate minis and the other with goulish suckers. The candy bars were gone before Holloween and nobody came trick or treating so I am left with all the suckers. Oh well.
43? Happy birthday! I'll trade ya!
Funny ... I'm 42 myself, and I've taken to softening the shock of each birthday in recent years by telling other people as much as a month or two in advance that I'm already the next age. I started telling people I was 42 in April when my birthday came at the end of June. It helped in a perverse way.
I think your previous post proves that older women have it all over the twenty-somethings any day of the week.
Beauty and the brain.
A knockout combination!
Somehow, doing my impression of Marilyn Monroe singing "Happy Birthday" to JFK on the computer keyboard just "loses" something in the translation! But happy day all the same...LOL
Linda D. in Seattle
I turned 50 this year. When I feel old I jut call m aunt, she is 100, and ALWAYS calls me, "just a spring chicken." All relative, eh?
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