Say Cheeeeeese!

(Picture taken by adorable waiter...young enough to be our grandson!)

I know we promised NO MORE BIRTHDAY POSTS! But, yesterday was a special day!

WOOFer, Bev Bruemmer (aka Bubbles - on left), took Diana and me out for a belated birthday brunch. Aren't belated gifts great? Your birthday is but a recent memory and Zap! You get another gift! In this case, it was not only the gift of a fabulous meal of spinach omelets, stupendous spuds, biscuits and homemade peach preserves to die for...it was the gift of friendship.

We laughed and talked non-stop. Well, we talked when we weren't shoving food in our mouths and slurping freshly brewed coffee!

To top off the day, we were privileged to attend an author reading at the Carroll County Library by Sandra Novack . She read from the compelling first chapter of her newly-released book (Precious, Random House), then cheerfully answered all questions from the crowd. A delightful experience!

How could you ask for a better day? Friends, laughs, great books and...FOOD!

Got a great friendship story to tell? Let us know and we might publish it on our blog!

Mary Cunningham (Milkbone)

Coming Soon! Red Dress Diary! (Mad Dog's gettin' married! Read from her secret diary as the big day approaches!)

Chin Up!

I'd like to take a moment to talk about chins.

All of mine.

I'm thinking about designing a new type of turtleneck top, kind of like the one Jughead wears.

But then with nature's internal furnace raging from time to time, I fear I'll strangle myself trying to disrobe.

So I've decided to always look skywards -- never down as pictured here which tends to spiral one into depression.

Yes. Chin Up. That's the answer. (Note: Keep stray nose hairs trimmed or it opens the door for a whole other malady!)

Okay, WOOFers, are you with me? One. Two. Three. Chin Up!

d.d. dawg (Diana)

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d.d. dawg Has A Birthday!

Okay, d. d. dawg, you've had your fun! I am now only one year older than you. Get over it!

Today's YOUR daY.

But, didn't we have fun doing the TV taping discussing WOOF yesterday?

Anyhoo, HappY BirthdaY to MY bestest bud...

So, why don't YOU just drop this silly thing about you being TWO years younger than me.... :>) That ship has sailed!

Milkbone (Mary Cunningham)

I won't have a

birthday!

I won't!

My Worst Fear - Walking!

Me, walking (in my dreams!)

Now that the weather is breaking, I’m forced to face my worst fear: Walking! I know people who adore walking (Diana, aka, d.d. dawg, among them), but I’d almost rather wash windows! (almost) What’s wrong with me?

Anyone out there have any alternatives? Not exercising is Not an option. My thighs are creating so much friction , I’m afraid of starting a fire!

What’s your favorite “Over Fifty” exercise? Even if it’s walking, let us know how you make it fun!

Thoughts on walking (courtesy of friend and WOOFer, Donna:

I like long walks,
especially when they are taken
by people who annoy me.

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The only reason I would take up walking
is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

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I have to walk early in the morning,
before my brain figures out what I'm doing.

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Every time I hear the dirty word exercise,
I wash my mouth out with chocolate.

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We all get heavier as we get older,
because there's a lot more information in our heads.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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You could run this over to your friends,
But just e-mail it to them!

(Taken from one of those annoyingly funny e-mails. Author unknown)

Mary Cunningham (Milkbone)

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Happy Mother's Day ... in February?

I'm not a day over 38 so how come my daughter turned 39 today?

What’s up with THAT?

Hmm? Check DOB on my driver’s license and/or passport, you say? Okay, back in a min…

AAAACCCCKKK!

So my daughter is NOT one year older than me? And it really was a Monday morning 39 years ago that I stood in a puddle of “water” applying eyeliner while father-to-be fired up the used Olds outside our mobile home to whisk us off to the Naval Air Station hospital in Jacksonville, FL?

All kidding aside, I couldn’t be happier to be right here, right now, witnessing how she’s blossomed into a beautiful and amazing young woman, daughter, wife & mother.

Happy Birthday, Jenn!

Yeah, I’m already planning how we’ll celebrate her big 4-0!

(Oh, good lord, in only 11 years SHE’LL be a Woman Only Over Fifty, too!... Just like the day she was born, breathe…breathe… )


Diana aka d.d. dawg