Finally, I have an update. I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long, but we’ve been very busy and I’m realizing that I don’t have the same energy I’ve had in years past – which is killing me. By the time I get our day documented and the photos downloaded and posted on the Road Warrior blog, I’m kind of done with the computer. This hasn’t been good, because I’ve been trying to stay plugged into the blogging world and it’s hard to do when the days are so packed.
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
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.
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