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!)

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!

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

When I Grow Up I Want To Be Miss Pattie

My “over 55” neighborhood is a buzz with excitement. We’re having a big celebration for our “Miss Pattie,” who will soon turn 90.

But this won’t be one of those parties you sometimes see on the news, where the elderly wheelchair bound guest of honor gingerly eats a tiny piece of birthday cake. This is Miss Pattie, and she is a 95 pound dynamo who is as sharp as a tack.

Miss Pattie walks most nights, and has a social calendar that could probably make Laura Bush’s life look boring. A true southern belle, she makes “to die for” pecan pralines from scratch and can still charm the best of ‘em! She may not be everything she was at 40, 50, or even 70—but she is darn close.

I recently told her that when I grew up, I wanted to be Miss Pattie. Saying “I want to be like you when I get old” wasn’t respectful, and didn’t seem appropriate, since she really isn’t old.

When I asked what her secret was for the bounce in her step, and the twinkle in her eye, Miss Pattie replied, “No medicine.” Her only “medication” is a daily multivitamin. Her other advice was, “Stay positive, hold on to your faith and hope, and interact with real, live people every single day.” In spite of some adversities she has faced, like being widowed twice, she has managed to follow her own advice.
Genetics, life style and luck do play a role in our longevity. But people like Miss Pattie are wonderful role models for those of us passing through “mature” on our way to “elderly.” She is proof positive that life can continue to be good, even when you are

Mad Dog