tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125803192011-04-21T22:02:49.967-07:00The random ruminations of a middle-aged womanMirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09498902698041949554noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12580319.post-1115407734865797282005-05-06T12:07:00.000-07:002005-05-06T12:28:54.886-07:00Why in the world would anybody want to learn my "secret"??? Today I got an invitation to lunch from someone who wants just that. My secret? To what? To success? To balance? To a happy life? Yikes! I am so stressed most of the time that I become ineffective at home AND at work!<br /><br />But today? Today will be different. A Ha! I <strong>have</strong> found the secret...baby steps...to get control of your life. Can't go from zero to one hundred in one blast—or so I'm told. I'm not <em>supposed</em> to know everything...I'm not? Since when?<br /><br />Okay, today's blessing is sponsored by J. "Moms make things all better". Her words. At nineteen. <strong>That</strong> was the Mother's Day gift I'd always hoped for. Validation. By my children. No joke, they should bottle that stuff forget about selling anti-depressants. Hearing that feels about as good as a three-year-old who says, "I love you the most, mommy!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12580319-111540773486579728?l=toomuchtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09498902698041949554noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12580319.post-1114987985367551662005-04-15T22:36:00.000-07:002005-05-01T15:53:05.366-07:00As I sit in an airport - and I've sat in many over the past few years - it occurred to me that as I watch people pass that I could know one of them from my past. I mean, who knows what has happened to my classmates over the years? After almost 30 years I wouldn't recognize a face anymore than I'd remember, say, a name.<br /><br />Take that balding businessman - he looks about my age - could we have had geometry class together? I don't remember a single person in my 10th grade geometry class - so it is possible.<br /><br />Or her, the woman in the pink track suit - could she have played flute in the marching band?<br /><br />Some say<span style="font-style: italic;"> I</span> haven't changed - not true - but even if it were so, unless we were extraordinarily good friends I wouldn't recognize the faces. Other than a few unforgettable characters I have random, vivid memories of high school and college. Most of those memories are of events and not necessarily of the people involved.<br /><br />Would I even recognize my high school sweetheart? Out of context? Probably not.<br /><br />Speaking of airports...<br />No longer are they exciting places to meet strangers - everywhere you look there are people on cellphones. The sound of talk is deafening but all the conversations are one-sided. Those not on cellphones are wearing earbuds listening to music so loudly I can hear from two rows away. Can't say I blame them though, gotta drown out all those cell phone conversations somehow.<br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12580319-111498798536755166?l=toomuchtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09498902698041949554noreply@blogger.com0