Category Archives: Living Together

Overheard at the Miami doctor’s office…


There were two women sitting across from one another, at a famed Miami Plastic Surgery suite of offices.

Both were thumbing through glossy magazines and chatting while glancing up at the long list of   “Miami’s Dr. Marvelous’ Menu of Augmentations and Services” dancing on the huge, sleek, black, wide screen TV across from them.

Le Menu:

Breast Augmentation – Breast Lift | Breast Reconstruction – Breast Reduction – Brazilian Butt Lift-  Liposuction | Male Breast Reduction – Nipple Procedures – Tummy Tuck – Mommy Makeover  – Ear Surgery –  Eyelid Surgery – Facelift – Facial Implants | Forehead/Brow Lift | Fat Grafting | Necklift | Nose Surgery | Hand Rejuvenation | Injectable Facial Fillers | Laser Skin Resurfacing ….

Woman #1 Says: There are two things you never ask for in this office.

Woman #2 Says: Really? Tell me – this is my first time.

Woman #1 (without missing a beat) Says: “Never ask for a ‘Kim Novak’ or a ‘Liza Minnelli’

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Women helping Women

one day at a time…

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Florida actually celebrates reptiles? Really?

 In Florida: a Celebration of Reptiles? Really?

The special event, celebrating amphibians, called ‘Repticon’ was held in lovely Fort. Lauderdale – what’s wrong with this picture?

It was dubbed  “Florida Reptile and Alternative Pet Show.”

You ask: How could there be a reptile event featuring vendors offering reptile pets, supplies, feeders, cages, and merchandise in Florida where lizards, geckos and their cousins freely slither, slide and glide in front yards, back yards, on your trees, fences and lawn furniture?

Touted as “Exciting, educational, family-oriented fun for everyone!”- unless you have an aversion to creepy, spooky, slimy, chilling creatures.

Welcome to Florida.

Shall we dance?

See: Lizards, Geckos…Oh, no!

 

 

I love you so much – Vehicle of Love

Darling,

You make my life happier, more sane, and safe. I adore the way you take care of me and I am automatically grateful. You are a joy ride.

I know I drive you crazy -and I talk to you constantly –  urging your forward, however, today you can actually hear me. 

It is the miracle of WordPress – a lot like Lourdes – without the water.

The Genesis:

Oh, yes, you were once as wild and crazy as Mustang living in the Outback…you did Dodge the Swinger  Bullet… and you were never shiftless. Once, I thought you could be or a Viper – even a Cobra – and yet, you, charmed and sweet-talked me every time you, Rambler.

That hot and steamy day on the Keys…you were my hero- I was broken down, hopeless, and like an Impala you speedily rose to the occasion. Some dumb Barracudas called you a Maverick.  “A Two-wheel drive” indeed. Your high emissions are fine with me, old friend.

I shall forever drive you…

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Hello? Remember The First Rule of Valentine’s Day

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If a woman tells you she doesn’t want anything

for Valentine’s Day…do not believe her.

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Psst! Remember this secret:

When in doubt…over do Valentine’s gifts, baubles, trinkets, sweets, Bubbly…

To err is human

to overcompensate is

Divine!

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Diamonds are a

Diamonds are a girl’s best …

 

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There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.

George Sand

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are You Afraid of Valentine’s Day?

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February 14th strikes fear in the hearts of many singles…

Do funny valentines and flirty poems freak you out?  Do red, velvet, heart-shaped boxes and long stemmed red roses cause your heart to pitter patter, your mouth to go dry and flop-sweat to appear out of nowhere?

Relax, Binkie – there’s an App for that.

The following top 10 list of fears – not so much

Here are: The Top 10 Common Fears Known to Single Men & Women

1. Isolophobia – the fear of being alone
2. Athazagoraphobia – the fear of being forgotten
3. Gamophobia – the fear of marriage
4. Mageirocophobia – the fear of cooking
5. Sexophobia – the fear of the opposite sex
6. Gynophobia – the fear of women
7. Hominophobia – the fear of men
8. Clinophobia – the fear of going to bed
9. Homilophobia – the fear of sermons
10. Nyctophobia- the fear of the dark or night
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I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.”    Thomas Paine

Remember:Valentines Day is a day of fun, flirting, and the very day  to Blame Cupid for all your romantic notions and emotions.

Wear Red, Smile at Strangers and share kisses (Hershey’s… or your own)

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Moving: Uh oh! The Comcast Debacle

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FACT:   There are enough Comcast criticisms, battles, blitzes, and atrocities to fill a dozen blogs.

I am not going to bore you with the egregious details of our move…

I am going to give you The Gift of Information…

Do you have a Comcast Challenge?

Here is the Comcast Solution:

Send an Email with the following information

Name:

Account:

Account number

  • Full name
  • Service address
  • Best contact phone number and time to call

A description of the problem: 

 Send the email with with the above information to:

we_can_help@cable.comcast.com

A Comcast problem resolution specialist should contact you to follow up.

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Moving out of state and together? At 50?

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Open Up Your Golden Gate….

To move in or not to move in: that was the question

Sherry (admits to “over 50”) and Claude (62) met online. They exchanged four e-mails, enjoyed two lengthy phone calls, and on the first date, both were very carefully falling in love.

They both like opera, Mountain Winery concerts, old San Francisco, traveling to Santa Fe for the opera, Carmel-by-the-Sea, Wine Tasting events, and visiting National Parks.  She likes fiction. He likes nonfiction.  He loves butter, cream, and eggs.  She’s more of an advocate for quinoa, vegetables, and exploring the aisles of Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods. He cooks – she prefers dining out.

They were around same age, had been through painful divorces, had launched their kids, were finishing up careers and both were seriously thinking about retirement. He has a condo in San Francisco on Nob Hill, a doorman, spectacular views of both bridges; rarely drives – walks everywhere, and knows San Francisco like the back of his hand. His office is one of the top floors of the towering Bank of America on California Street.

She lives in a tiny cottage in Redwood City- with a charming garden, a hot tub – there is no lawn to mow, no big home to maintain, just sunny weather, parking galore, and she has privacy, solitude, and a huge deck for entertaining –which she does with great frequency. She belongs to a book club, a Pilate’s class, and volunteers at film festivals and the Museum – he says she has ‘a Rolodex full of girlfriends.’

She works from home for three very delightful and demanding clients in Atherton.

A Moving Experience:  On their one-year anniversary, they drove north on Highway 101 to the Victorian village of Ferndale and explored the area and the beautiful redwood parks.  Over crab cocktails at VI Restaurant he suggested she move into his spacious condo in San Francisco.  He had a second bedroom that could easily be made into her office or study.  He listed the many positive aspects of living in San Francisco – such an exciting location and – more importantly- of living together. She was thinking of the whipping winds and fog rolling in, parking challenges, the din of the neighborhood, the claustrophobic feeling of being so close to your neighbors, no garden…her mental list of “cons” grew incrementally. She was very happy with their arrangement. They were together all weekend and one or two nights a week. Two of her 50-ish friends had ‘living situations’ with beaus – they kept separate residences and saw one another frequently. The couples said they embraced their privacy and alone time and claimed they were very happy with the arrangements. She pondered.

Moving in together and moving away?  Then his boss offered him a position in Miami, Florida as VP of his department.  The assignment would be for 18 months with the caveat that he would return to San Francisco six times a year for meetings. The offer was a promotion with great benefits – and would most likely be his last position with the company. Thrilled at the prospect, he called and invited her to join him on this new adventure. She had been to Florida several times and liked the beaches, Art Deco architecture and Cuban Food, As she started thinking about the humidity, the traffic, the density, the severe summer weather, and the distance from her family and her friends her mood changed. Her best friend said, “Go for it! It’s only for a year or so and you’ll come back here every few months. Just do it. Candace, her neighbor – an Eileen Fisher model, 65, tango dancer with a shock of silver hair said, “Men? I go dancing once a week.  I just want to be in the arms of a man for one hour –and then go home to my cats and I’m happy.”  Another cat woman?

She was dizzy with input from her myriad friends and her love for this man – who was kind, thoughtful and more spiritual than anyone she had ever met.

 Things fall into place Her best friend from Albuquerque took an artist in residence gig at the Oakland Museum and needed a place to stay – voila: the perfect house sitter. 

She told her clients of her plans. She heard a lot of “Oh! no! What will we do?” comments punctuated with hugs and “Please don’t go.” requests.  She had a best friends meeting and they balked at the news… They asked if she wasn’t  little too quick to make a decision of this  importance. Her “Besties” were friends for decades who knew Mr Right and had googled him diligently. They urged her to slow down…not to throw the baby out with the bathwater and go to FLorida to visit – not live. A Bi-coastal relationship would be the perfect test.

Testing 1,2,3,

After one exhausting visit to Miami and the environs – the traffic, the heat, the miles and miles of strip malls, the infamous Seniors – worst drivers in the state and alarming stories about alligators and high rate of crime was enough to have her go for the BiCoastal Route

She would remain in California and he would fly home every couple of weeks.

Time would test the strength of their relationship.