At home, I usually operate by distraction and consequently I get little accomplished.  So I have decided not to worry about the who, what, when, where, and why of it.  Instead, I've decided  to break my tasks down into 30 minute increments.  The reduction in time will allow me make small accomplishments and retrain my bad habits and get cracking.

I was watching the Today Show this morning and they featured a segment titled "Sex and Love After 50."  I did not get the opportunity to watch it.  At 52, I would be happy with a decent date.  This is not a man bashing entry since I believe there are good men of all ages out and about.  So far, however, I have not come across any prospects.  The last guy I went out with was promising.  A friend set me up.  He was employed and polite.  Yet a red flag went off in my head when he said he had not been to a movie theater in years because he did not have anyone to go with (translation - he is needy and clingy).  I should have paid attention to that red flag, but instead I gave him my phone number and he turned out to be needy and clingy.  Lesson learned - pay attention to those red flags.

One of my mother's many sayings was "there's gold in them there hills."  When she said that I would say "huh."  She would smile and say one day you would know the power you hold.  The drawing to the left is dedicated to my mom.  So ladies, in these economic hard times remember you are a gold mine and don't allow poachers aka the some other woman's man, the man who won't show up, the liar, the cheat, etc. to go exploring because he is only looking for fools gold.   And our mothers didn't raise no fools!

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First and foremost - BE YOUR OWN SWEETIE - Happy Sweetest Day!

When I sing my song (and we all have a song) and align my intentions with the lyrics, quantum leaps occur in my life.  Which begs the -question  why don't I sing more often?  As women, I think we ask the question who am I and then we proceed to live lives that are in opposition to that answer.  Then we question the quality of our lives (huh). We go to work at jobs we hate, blaming the job for our misery.  Tired after at least 8 hours of work misery, we come home to our homes where we don’t feel at home. The vicious cycle continues until we die (game over).  Think about it, how much time do you spend in maintenance of the things you don't want?  This is a verse I wrote: Everyone has a song to sing, it does not matter if your voice rings, all that matters is that you Sing Your Song.   So ladies I say it is time we start belting it out.

I talked to this gentlemen a few times a week when I would go on my coffee run.  He asked me if I was interested in going out.  I asked him if he was married (after all the wedding band on his finger was a dead giveaway)?  He said yes, but his wife realized that it took more than one woman for him to be satisfied, whereas she was happy with one man.  I told him I would consider the date if his wife came to see me with id to prove who she was, a copy of their marriage certificate, and a notarized statement which read she did not mind if her husband dated other women (usually this will send them running).  He looked at me as if I were crazy - yet he kept going.

I asked him what would be in this for me since his time and resources were committed to someone else.  He gave me a sly smile aka known as the I'm good in the sack look.  Reality check, this man is 52 years old, diabetic, and at least 50 lbs overweight.  And the list goes on.  Now when I go to get my coffee, I nod in acknowledgment and keep going.

I have no interest in dating a man that is with another woman - married or otherwise!

I hate to cook.  It is drudgery personified.  It is just something else to be stressed out about.  I used to love to cook and fancied myself a gourmet cook.  Today, meal prep gives me a headache.  All this to say, I need to get a grip.  Since cooking is a necessity in my house, I am going to lovingly prepare from scratch a new recipe (every other week - starting next week)  and enjoy the experience.  Today's meal, which I dreaded making, was Fish Patties, potatoes, and green peas (out of the can).  Surprisingly enough my kids liked it.  Go figure.

Tomorrow is my former husband's birthday.  We share two children: ages 19 and 12.  My 12 year old wants me to bake his dad a cake and make ice-cream by hand in celebration of his birthday.  I am too excited for words.  So guess what I will be doing this evening; sucking it up and making cake and ice cream by hand.

I went to a seminar held by an Alternative Care Center in Grosse Pointe Woods.  I figured they might be able to help with the symptoms of the Sarcoid and Fibromyalgia.  I was impressed enough to make an appointment. 

I am still reading the Secret.  Tomorrow I will start my Vision Board and make my check out to me.

I purchased a shower curtain from the dollar store.  I had two choices in color, green or white.  I selected the green.  Now I have to figure out how to make it attractive.

Ever count the number of ingredients in the recipe for Toll House Cookie?  I think I counted 9.  Now count the ingredients listed on the back of a bag of cookies in the grocery store.  Makes you wonder what the heck it is we are eating.  My son and I know bake our own cookies instead of buying from the store.

I am on track with reading the Secret.  The one thing that struck me is to be happy in the now which is the response to having already received.  I spent today deciding to decorate the house I live in so that it feels like a home.  I've lived here almost three years and I really have not put any effort into giving it my special touch.  So I've decided to challenge myself and decorate from the dollar store - that's right the dollar store (with a little help from the clearance rack at Joann Fabrics).  First up is the bathroom.  I'll post pics of the before and after.