And then one day the light at the end of the tunnel was in view.
We pushed boulders in an attempt to overlook nothing that would impede the progress to the finish line. Amen.

Who would a thunk in 1996 in a dressing room at Bergdorf that your shopping spree would cost you 83.3 million dollars- to be paid in full to someone who isn’t your type and you’ve never met. 
You raped a stranger and justice is being served. POS replaces former, three times indicted twice impeached POTUS. Dayenu.

Through the Years!

Front and Center- through the years- 

The Answer is Yes!

Can we have a play date?

Can you tie my sneakers?

I love cornichons- please just two more. 

Can we do an art project while we watch Sponge Bob?

Can we put on make-up and wear your high heels?

I think I will have pizza the kind that is square.

Can we go to the craft store and get chocolate croissants next door?

May I have some pretzels, the kind that are dark?

How much more time can I stay? 

Please call mom and ask for more time here-can I stay longer?

Please some more hummus to dip my carrots in.

It’s my sisters B-day, can We make her a card?

When we plant the terrace, can I plant watermelon seeds?😎

Next time get the yogurt with cookie crumbs on top. 

I think I will have french toast for dinner, I love it so much.

Can you make the water in the shower warmer? Please.

Ok, guys get ready it’s time to go home. 

Just five more minutes, it feels like we 

just got here.

I made this in school for Grandpa and you.

Look I got braces, they are purple and red. 

Can you come to hockey and watch me play?

I have ballet on Wednesday will you come to watch?

Can we build a lego, and we’ll leave it by you?—-

18 years and counting with 8 kids so close-to heart. We wish this on everyone. Bh

Jeffrey Vetstein- veterinarian
Donna Zitplitsky – Dermatologist
Sandra de la Gaston- G. I. Specialist
Marc E. Waxman – Ear doc

Jason P. Daily- urologist
Gene F. Moller Dentist
Carson (No)Moe Pain- Pain Doc
Toknee -Armbromowitz- orthopedics
Howard and Bo Tox – plastic surgery brothers
Regin-a- and a Kitty Holestein- gyno sis-ters

Have a Fun Sunday!

On the precipice of change, we take two steps forward- one Big step back.

“I See Friends Shaking Hands- saying how do you do.”

When the leaves were orange and the living was easy. What does the tooth fairy do with all the teeth? Why do the people in the front of the picture appear so much bigger than the people toward the back? Out of the mouths, when life was oh so easy.

The days when Ozzie and Harriet made parenting look like a breeze and we were pretty certain Susan Lucci never used J-date or Match. Com to help find yet another husband.

We re-dialed after our friends line was busy the first time and screeched with excitement, Conrad Birdie style, over our anticipated coed- girl/boy party that evening. We left it up to Wally and Beaver to make sure there would be enough Fresca and Potato sticks. They were heavily endowed with the Cleaver organizational skills

The back ground sound on our portable radio as we primped for the evening was set to Cousin Brucie’s Saturday Night Rock and Roll Party.

We crooned to Build Me Up Buttercup while we sat under a hot dryer with beer can sized rollers in our hair. We were almost ready as we brushed away the fumes from our eyes left by Aqua Net.

The decision to curl our hair rather than iron it straight was a good one, it came out just right. Getting ready was the beginning of the excitement. Our new madras blouse, alpaca sweater and matching “skort” (remember?) hung prominently in the front of our closet right above our shiny, new cordovan colored weejuns. Bright, new Penny, dated 1969 heads up in place. Taps on the sole.

A touch of revlon blush and a glimmer of “coffee bean“ lipstick proceeded a spritz of Shalimar and we were on our way.

With dejavu on our breath we can still euphorically recall how it felt as we unbuttoned the wooden clasps that kept our new Pea Coats in tact.

We proudly walked in, en masse as if we were auditioning for the Miss Pre-Teen of America contest.

The boys gathered on one side of the room as the girls sifted through the 45’s on the other. At this point there was no bottle to spin in sight. Would the Angels sing tonight as our Soldier Boys danced under the Blue Moon in the Still of the Night? We snapped our fingers in unison to Brian Wilson’s tune-

“If you should ever leave me. Though life would still go on believe me. The world could show nothing to me. So what good would living do me? G-d only knows what I’d be without you. This just could have been the theme to the impending heartbreaks along our way.

The evening was a success as we twisted and shouted and moved around as we were invited to the dance floor to do the Loco-Motion.

The specialty years of pre-teening in the 1960’s had a wonderful life of its own.

We made room for our daydreams filled with Johnny Mathis lyrics and wondered if we would ever ride on a rainbow and sit starry eyed. We hold tightly to our memories of days where we would “climb way up to the top of the stairs and all our cares would just drift right into space.” All the while Jay and the Americans knew as the “lion slept tonight” those were our “Magic Moments.” Have a Good Day!

It’s 4:45 when we begin thinking about dinner.
We have an hour to get ready.

We put on a new blouse and hope It won’t get a food stain on it. This is new.
We walk out the door.

We’re on line at our go to restaurant of choice. Long line but we are in the door, getting closer to the table.
We grab some after dinner mints at the counter and a couple of tooth picks while we wait. If we order the corned beef and it is stringy the toothpicks will come in handy.
Oy, the beeper they gave us to hold just went off.
We push through the crowd, disregard the dirty looks. We’re in and being escorted to our table. “Excuse me sir maybe you got a booth? My husband has a bad knee, is a lefty and needs to sit on the outside and with his leg facing out. TMI-
Again a dirty look, alas we are sitting.

Here honey have a pickle, it’s a good mix and they have the sour tomatoes you like.
We catch up with out friends about medical stuff and get it out of the way.

I point to my mouth as to signal our friend that a piece of coleslaw is stuck to her lipstick. Yup, not a good look at any age.
So we open the menu of oh so many choices.
Excited that the two sides with our main course we can “substitute” did you ever? A potato knish or potato pancakes instead of baked or mashed.
Glad we swigged a little mylanta on our way back into the house because we forgot oh, well something.
Our orders are in.
Only took twenty minutes for four people to decide. Not like it is ever an easy order going through the book of choices. Unless you had a willy for something. Like you could taste it.
“Saul my friend says to her husband of all the many items to choose from a hamburger deluxe with sweet potato fries is what you are getting.”Saul says to my husband, can you believe with everything going on in the world you would think if I want a hamburger it would maybe, just maybe once go unnoticed and not a gonza magilla. Do I tell her a side of balsamic dressing is not going to matter in her salad if she orders the fried chicken as her main?”
Ok, so we get our food and only one of us returns something- a veritable miracle.

My friend sent her fried chicken back, she only likes dark meat. She says go ahead eat. Your meatloaf won’t taste good cold.
So we talk over one another. We know every detail about their grandkids camp experience and how long they waited at the airport when they went to Aruba this summer.

The table is cleared, a new dessert menu is handed to us. Wait, oh my they have the Boston Cream Pie tonight. I ask my husband if he wants to share, I suggest four forks and one dessert. You would think I was taking their toys away.
No, my friends husband Saul says I am getting my own. Under her breath I hear my friend whisper “ maybe get the jello, you ate every sweet potato fry. Then “ give a kick” he says to her- mind your own sweet potato fries, did I mention that you inhaled the potato pancakes like they were going out of style.

Goodnight, it was great seeing you we yell out the car window. Same time, same place- next week. We took the flyer at the door it says the specials are chicken in the pot or flanken. See you in the morning at water aerobics. Vayismir I am so full.

The new rage on how to age with grace.

Who can touch their toes?

As you are on the way down traveling south past your new hip, you might bypass the pins and screws in your knee or perhaps an ankle. 

Destination our newly coiffed toe nails. We stopped at “Dr. You Nailed This,” before we picked up six bialys to freeze from The Boys.

We change our shirt, put on some lipstick and get ready to meet our canasta group at Poppies for the early bird dinner/lunch for tomorrow.

 We ask to have our table changed  a few times as the A/C was  blowing right on us. We put on our new cardigan sweater we got at the Flea Market on Sample Rd. 

After we pool our medical updates and order a cocktail we ask for the bread to be heated. We then wait for 20 minutes until we see our waiter again. Ok then, the conversation ensues with a new pill for this, a new procedure for that. As long as our “funny bone” is intact- we got this. A tennis game, a round of golf a pilates class or two. 

We acclimate to the “back nine” with our new cataract less foresight, becoming our new hindsight. 

So just for today we will put on our prescription less rose colored glasses. We will go to the we got lucky dept. at Bloomingdales and be grateful when we get a text that a table opened up at the new Mediterranean restaurant on Federal Highway. They give us all the hummus and Baba ganoush we can eat as we watch the belly dancer shake her age appropriate belly fat from table to table. 😎 Next stop fro-yo to claim our free ( after ten times punched on the card) dessert.

Have a great Wednesday – aka senior discount day at Publix.