Bikini Season, Here We Come

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What am I doing to get ready for bikini season?  Not a damn thing.  That is the freedom of being a woman of a certain age – for the most part, you finally accept your body for what it is and you are kinder.  Yes, I can still wear a bikini – and quite nicely, but I have to be honest, I’m not sure if I still should.  I’ve definitely entered the grey area of bathing suit season (season being relative to age and not time of the year).  If you’re of a similar age, you’ll know what I mean.  It becomes a matter of appropriateness. Continue reading Bikini Season, Here We Come

I Dare Allie – Update #4

Hello friends, I have to confess that I’ve been struggling with my project.  It’s very hard to come up with something new EVERY SINGLE DAY – and expensive!  But I’m not a quitter, so I will soldier on, but you’ll have to forgive me if some of my firsts are snore-worthy.  If you’re not having fun reading about  one, you can be assured that I probably didn’t have fun doing it.  Also, I’m making a slight amendment (hey, it’s my project – I can manage it as goJ).  If a first happens to me, through no effort on my part, I’m still claiming it!  Plus, I haven’t heard many suggestions from my peanut gallery…hint, hint.

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The Sweet Olympics

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When my special needs son was in kindergarten, I learned that his autism class would be participating in the Special Olympics.  I’m going to be blunt – that freaked me out big time.  I was still coming to terms with the fact that he hadn’t made it to the “mainstream” by kindergarten, which at the time was the end-all-be-all in our world.  We were convinced that if we did all the work and therapy humanly possible during the preschool years, he’d be ready for school.  I never really considered an alternative route, but there he was, in a self-contained special education classroom.   I was still processing my denial, so the timing wasn’t great for someone to suggest that he compete in the Special Olympics.  Yeah, I wasn’t happy. Continue reading The Sweet Olympics