WOOF: WOOP- WOOP Wednesday: Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder

Recently, I was diagnosed with AAADD - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left.

My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the cup of coffee I'd been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the coffee aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

The coffee is getting cold, and I decide to make another cup.

As I head toward the kitchen with the cold coffee, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye-they need water.

I put the coffee on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

The car isn't washed

The bills aren't paid

There is a cold cup of coffee sitting on the counter

The flowers don't have enough water

There is still only 1 check in my check book

I can't find the remote

I can't find my glasses

And I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....

For help with this very serious disorder, we recommend a good howl. WOOF: Women Only Over Fifty!

Furry Friends Friday - Is It A Full Moon?

LOL Dogs 'n Puppies

And, don't forget that October is Adopt-a-Pet Month!

No Kill Shelters

For funny, crazy, sentimental dog stories, read

WOOF: Women Only Over Fifty!

Second Sight - Judith Orloff, MD 2nd Edition

A special WOOF guest post!

Second Sight by Judith Orloff, MD (2nd Edition)

In this moving personal story Dr. Orloff recounts her "journey to become whole" by first accepting and then embracing her intuitive abilities. She tells of her childhood fear of her intuition, of her physician-parents' efforts to ignore and even deny them, and of her slow awakening to the understanding that her intuition is truly a gift. She tells of her struggle to incorporate her abilities into her practice and of the many successes she's experienced with patients ever since. Second Sight is a soulful and friendly bestseller.

As a child, her vivid dreams and intuitions were whispered about behind closed doors. As a medical student, she denied the "shameful secret" by immersing herself in the absolutes of science. Then as a psychiatrist, Dr. Judith Orloff received proof of the value of her gift when an intuition foretold a patient's suicide attempt. In this remarkable self-portrait, she takes you on the journey of a lifetime, one that brought her from ignorance to understanding, from loneliness to peace, from despair to hope...

NOW SHE TEACHES YOU HOW TO UNCOVER YOUR INTUITIVE GIFTS

“There is no elite to which the gift belongs--the seeds have been planted in all of us....each one of us is multifaceted, radiant, teeming with possibilities.”

As she tells you her own story, Dr. Judith Orloff will teach you how to recognize intuitive experiences in everyday life, awaken your own intuition with special mind-empowering exercises, and use meditation, prayer, and dream interpretation to broaden your possibilities. And like Dr. Orloff you'll soon be on a quest to reexamine your life, your beliefs, your future...and your own wonderous potential.

GET your copy of Second Sight with 80+ GIfts from amazing teachers such as Dr. Joan Borysenko, Rev. Michael Beckwith, and Deepak Chopra, and Shirley MacLaine. Click on Link - Dr. Judith Orloff

Judith Orloff, MD, is author of the new book SECOND SIGHT: AN INTUITIVE PSYCHIATRIST TELLS HER STORY AND SHOWS YOU HOW TO TAP YOUR OWN INNER WISDOM (Three Rivers Press, 2010 updated edition). Her other bestsellers are Emotional Freedom, Positive Energy, Intuitive Healing. Dr. Orloff synthesizes the pearls of traditional medicine with cutting edge knowledge of intuition, energy, and spirituality. She passionately believes that the future of medicine involves integrating all this wisdom to achieve emotional freedom and total wellness.


GET your copy of Second Sight TODAY and receive 80+ GIfts from amazing teachers such as Dr. Joan Borysenko, Rev. Michael Beckwith, and Deepak Chopra, and Shirley MacLaine at Judith Orloff, MD

For more Women Only Over Fifty thoughts & stories:

WOOF available through Amazon and Echelon Press!

Buy New WOOF Download Companion

Accentuate The Pawsitive!

WOOFer Revolution: The Second Time Around

Love is lovelier, the second time around...

At least that's what Andy Williams crooned in the old song, "Second Time Around." He also mentions that love is wasted on the young. Do you agree? What are your experiences with young love and (ahem), "older" love?

So, here's the question: Is love lovelier the second time around?

It certainly was for me! Like many of you WOOFers out there, I've been blessed with a second chance. The first time around, I married young and had no clue about the do's and don't's of a true relationship. I was so busy working and raising my son, that the fact I had a marriage partner was secondary, or quite possibly, even farther down the list! Our son graduated high school, our beloved dog died, and the marriage fell apart. As I look back, these were probably the only two things holding us together.

More than a quarter century ago, however, I met my soul mate. Oh, I know this term is over-used, but I can't think of a better way to describe my buddy, my "second-time-around" hubby. Not to say we haven't had our trials and tribulations, but we worked through them and have a relationship so strong, Hell, high water, earthquakes or tsunamis can't break us apart. I have to credit the failure of my first marriage, along with maturity, in helping me succeed at my second chance.

Just like we say in Chapter Seven in WOOF: Women Only Over Fifty, it's never too late for an old dog to learn new tricks.

Now, it's your turn! Did a second love revolutionize your outlook? How did you handle problems this time compared to the first? Please share your thoughts.

Like to laugh? You'll discover more funny women stories,
limericks and poems when you... BUY WOOF! Women Only Over Fifty

And, don't forget to Join us here each week for more
Accentuate the Pawsitive
revolutionary topics!
Leave a comment and you might win
a FREE download of Accentuate the Pawsitive!

Accentuate The Pawsitive! BUY!

We Have Winners!

Thanks to everyone who participated in the Hallopalooza Scavenger Hunt. We WOOFers are proud to be included in the fun.

As promised, we're announcing the winners of a PDF download of "Ghost Light," written by WOOF: Women Only Over Fifty co-author, and 'tween series, Cynthia's Attic, author, Mary Cunningham (aka, Milkbone).

*P K the Bookeemonster

*Char

*M. (M. - We need your e-mail address - send to greatdames@woofersclub.com)

Don't forget to check the Stiletto Gang Blog for the grand prize winners. Hope everyone had a great Halloween, and stop back for more WOOFer fun!

Like to laugh? You'll discover more funny women stories,

limericks and poems when you...

BUY WOOF!

Let The Sun Shine!

Thanks, all you weather experts, for being wrong!

The weather forecast looked and sounded ominous. 80% chance of rain all day Saturday, and Sunday was looking "iffy." I packed books, yellow slicker and rolls and rolls of plastic and paper towels for my trip to Carrollton, GA for the annual MeccaFest weekend art festival.

We (Diana, Bev and Jay) set up around 9:00AM; books, bookmarks, posters - all of which don't fare well when drenched with water. Then we waited. Dark clouds gathered and it started sprinkling - just a few drops - around 10:00AM, opening time for the festival. Looks like the forecast was right. We pulled tables into the middle of our tent and dug for the plastic covers.

But, then, a miracle! It stopped spitting! We were all thankful, but wary. Remember, those meteorologists were dead-sure. It would rain on Saturday and rain all day. So, we waited, and waited. All morning and all afternoon we searched the skies. Closing time 5:00PM, was drawing close and precisely at that time, it started spitting rain again! We didn't care. A successful day of selling and schmoozing with patrons had come and gone...with no rain.

A lesson learned: "Don't borrow trouble," my great-aunt Sally always used to say. Next time some wet-nosed weatherman says a day I'm planning to spend outside signing and selling books is sure to be a total washout, I'll smile thinking of the beautiful, sun-shiny day ahead.

Mary Cunningham (Milkbone)

Get your copy of WOOF Today!

And, watch for Accentuate the Pawsitive - Coming Soon!

Mary Cunningham Books

Retirement? Who ME??

Where did retirement go? My mom and dad worked at the same job for most of their lives. Mom in one office for 30 years and Dad at a newspaper for 40. They both counted the days until retirement. Ah, retirement. Sweet, retirement. Age 65. Social Security, pensions, savings, house paid for. Kids educated and on their own. That was the reward for their 40+ years of work.

One question: What happened?? Today's Baby Boomer is faced with working until at least age 66 and beyond, plus, more and more of us are putting off retirement for various reasons. The best reason is that we are in great health and love our careers so much, we don't want to give them up. The worst reason is that we can't afford to retire! Many of us are somewhere in between. Why not work as long as we're able to bring in some extra money and stay involved in world/community affairs?

In addition, health insurance is on the line. I've heard from many of my friends that they're afraid to leave their jobs because of the fear of losing health insurance. How did we get in the position of being held hostage by health insurance companies? But, don't get me started on that.

So, let's hear your opinions/stories/solutions. Are you working toward retirement, or working toward working? Have you discovered a rewarding 2nd career? Many have. Just ask three saavy authors! (ahem) Spill your stories!

Mary Cunningham (Milkbone)

And, if you're looking for a good laugh, check out WOOF on Amazon!

Mary Cunningham is also the author of the award-winning 'tween series, Cynthia's Attic. She's proud to announce the release of the 4th book in the series, "The Magician's Castle" in DEC 2009 (Quake-Echelon Imprint) Available on Amazon!

Stand

Now that Tom and I are in somewhat of a normal routine, I have had more time to reflect on all the drastic changes that have occurred in my life these past three and a half years.

After losing my husband, I moved to a different state, and decided to start a brand new life. I began taking dance lessons and that is where I met Martha.

That first night we discovered that we were both “over fifty” widows. We both had long marriages, and our husbands suffered heart attacks. But we had much more in common, and I guess that is why Martha and I felt an instant bond.

We began going to a dance club and looking back, I feel like meeting Martha was a real turning point in my life. We helped each other get back into the real world, sharing our mutual feelings, concerns and issues along the way. We were in the same boat, but we also had another thing in common. We were determined we weren’t going to sink. We were both working hard to recover and find the “new normal.”

I remember that Rascal Flatts had a song out at the time entitled Stand. We would listen to that song on the way to the dance at Big Sandy, energized by some of the lyrics that were so meaningful to two struggling widows:

You feel like a candle in a hurricane. Just like a picture with a broken frame. Alone and helpless like you’ve lost your fight. But you’ll be alright…Cause when push comes to shove you taste what you’re made of…on your knees you look up—decide you’ve had enough…you get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off…then you stand.

Martha and I both married again. I had lunch with her the other day and we talked about how wonderful things are now, and how our friendship helped us climb out of the darkness and move on with our lives. We learned how to Stand. Just like the words of the song: Every time you get up and get back in the race one more small piece of you starts to fall into place.

So, thanks, Martha. We got back in the race and discovered how to start holding on and keep holding on together. And it was so much easier for me to Stand with you by my side.

I'm Not the Woman I Thought I Was - A Mother's Day Poem

When I was in my twenties, I was a woman
With a flat stomach and ten polished fingernails,
A woman with a handsome boyfriend.

When I was in my thirties, I was a woman
Who was smart and professional, who wore a fur coat and high heels
And had an apartment with a view.

When I was in my forties, I was a woman with two babies
Who lived in a condo with no view,
Who wondered what she gotten herself into.

When I was in my fifties, I was a woman who mothered a mother,
Who chafed and struggled, who admired what I had borne,
And who wondered who I was.

And now I know I am a woman who had a flat stomach and
Ten polished fingernails, a handsome boyfriend;
A smart, professional woman who wore heels and a fur coat
And had an apartment with a view. My dry husk, attached to a twig.

Now I know I am a woman who, with a mate of such good fortune,
Had two babies who grew honorable and compassionate,
Even though she lived in a condo without a view
And wondered what she had gotten herself into. My struggling self, trying to push free.

And now I know I am a mother who mothered a mother, often badly,
But tried, and found the view in her own backyard,
And understood what she had gotten herself into,
And untied her heart so that it could , at last, lift with gratitude.
My wings, drying in the sun, unfolding to my own amazement.

By WOOFer, Joann Dunn

Joann Dunn is also an author. Find out about her Curtis Family Chronicles on her website:

Buy WOOF!
Mary Cunningham (Milkbone)

Mary Cunningham Books