Whenever people talk about how old they wish they were, they always give me a confused look when I say I want to be 80 years old. I get that it's weird - most people want to stay in their teens or their 20-somethings. But not me. I can't wait to be old.
Besides the ailments that will come (bad hips, backs etc.), it's the one age I look forward to the most. It's a time where I'll be able to look back on my life and be proud of what I've accomplished - in both my career and my family.
My face will be filled with wrinkles, every one of them telling a different story. I'll chat with my grandchildren and tell them stories about "floppy disks" and sing them Backstreet Boys songs. I'll be amazed with what they are learning and where they are travelling to. I'll wonder how we ever survived without the newest technology.
But most importantly, I'll be full of advice and wisdom. I'll have tips and tricks on everything from doing laundry to finding the best deal on canned soup. When my children have a problem, I'll be the one with the right solution.
My plan is to be the hippest Grandma around, changing with the times and keeping up on all the trends. I only have to wait 57 years.
12/7/08
11/16/08
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Come January I'm sure I'll be shaking my fist at the weather, but there's something about snow during the holidays that makes me feel giddy. Maybe it reminds me of my childhood, when my brother and I would run outside on Christmas morning to see reindeer footprints on our front lawn. (Thanks Mom and Dad!)
Or perhaps it boils down to all those Christmas movies where something good happened when it began to snow. Case in point, Bridget Jones and Mark Darcy's passionate kiss on the street....and when Kate Beckinsale's and John Cusack's characters find each other in Serendipity.
Whatever the reason, when the first snowfall comes it feels like Christmas right away. It seems to get everyone in the holiday spirit - something I've been feeling for the past month so I was happy to look outside yesterday and see the snow falling to the ground. Warning: expect me to full of even more holiday cheer now.
Or perhaps it boils down to all those Christmas movies where something good happened when it began to snow. Case in point, Bridget Jones and Mark Darcy's passionate kiss on the street....and when Kate Beckinsale's and John Cusack's characters find each other in Serendipity.
Whatever the reason, when the first snowfall comes it feels like Christmas right away. It seems to get everyone in the holiday spirit - something I've been feeling for the past month so I was happy to look outside yesterday and see the snow falling to the ground. Warning: expect me to full of even more holiday cheer now.
10/31/08
What's in a Name?
Apparently everything.
While I've wanted a blog for nearly six months, the idea of naming it had been so over-whelming and intimidating that the task continually got pushed to the bottom of my to-do list. When my desire to blog resurfaced this week, I decided that now was the time to act. I could not go to bed another night as the "blogless girl." But there was still one little problem I had to address: the name. I mean, without a name I couldn't have a URL, and without a URL I might as well write a diary and hide it under my bed.
When it came time to brainstorm my mind was a complete blank, void of any idea worth mentioning. I sat in front of my computer starring into space. It was hopeless.
Thankfully, my trusted co-worker Marsha, who rarely suffers from a lack of ideas, was quick to come to my rescue. Off the top of her head she threw out titles that embodied everything I wanted in a name - wit, personality, pizzazz!
Unfortunately, upon checking the availability of these titles we realized that *gasp* people out there were just like us - witty and into blogs - but were much quicker when creating their accounts. Name after name was stolen from us - but the worst part? The majority of them stopped blogging in 2003! And all of them had ONLY ONE POST! One post? ONE POST?? All that was standing between me and my perfect blog name was one post from 2003?? SERIOUSLY?
As I was pulling out the white flag, believing it was a sign that the online world just wasn't ready for me, Marsha pulled out a doozey of a name (after checking its availability of course). And thus, That's What Smith Said was born.
Soooo....ummm....enjoy it?
While I've wanted a blog for nearly six months, the idea of naming it had been so over-whelming and intimidating that the task continually got pushed to the bottom of my to-do list. When my desire to blog resurfaced this week, I decided that now was the time to act. I could not go to bed another night as the "blogless girl." But there was still one little problem I had to address: the name. I mean, without a name I couldn't have a URL, and without a URL I might as well write a diary and hide it under my bed.
When it came time to brainstorm my mind was a complete blank, void of any idea worth mentioning. I sat in front of my computer starring into space. It was hopeless.
Thankfully, my trusted co-worker Marsha, who rarely suffers from a lack of ideas, was quick to come to my rescue. Off the top of her head she threw out titles that embodied everything I wanted in a name - wit, personality, pizzazz!
Unfortunately, upon checking the availability of these titles we realized that *gasp* people out there were just like us - witty and into blogs - but were much quicker when creating their accounts. Name after name was stolen from us - but the worst part? The majority of them stopped blogging in 2003! And all of them had ONLY ONE POST! One post? ONE POST?? All that was standing between me and my perfect blog name was one post from 2003?? SERIOUSLY?
As I was pulling out the white flag, believing it was a sign that the online world just wasn't ready for me, Marsha pulled out a doozey of a name (after checking its availability of course). And thus, That's What Smith Said was born.
Soooo....ummm....enjoy it?
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