I was appropriately spanked for neglecting my blog.  What can I say - I’ve been mired in health stuff, holidays and deadlines.  And I actually have posted in response to a few comments.  So yeah, I shouldn’t abandon this blog.  After all, I am paying for it.

 

So good news this week . . . my dear friend, Kate Carlisle (http://www.katecarlisle.com/) got word that her very first book, Homicide in Hardcover, hit #34 on the NYT List.  You go girl!!!!

 

It’s 4:05 AM and I should be packing for Sleuthfest but slowly sipping coffee seemed like a better option than hunting through my closet for conference clothes and shoes.  Confession - I loathe dressing up much beyond shorts and a T-shirt.  I usually make the morning car pool wearing a jacket over my pjs and fuzzy aloe socks on my feet - much to my daughter’s horror, I might add.

 

This is my year to fixate on numbers.  I hit 50 this year and I’m not going quietly or gracefully.  However, for some unknown reason, I’m more creeped out by the fact that my hubby is turning 70.  50 sucks but 70 sounds old.  I don’t think you can Botox your way out of 70.

 

So now I really do have to go culling through the girl clothes . . . I promise to try to do a better job DanaJ.

 

 

nice to your friend kate :) and you'll have fun too, do you have grand daughter?

Hi Lucid - the answer is sort of. I have step-adults - my stepdaughter is 7 years younger than I am and my stepson is 12 years younger. Both have families - 3 girls and only 1 boy. I'm the second tier grandmother and I enjoy that role. I think the honor of actual grandmother belongs to the first Mrs. Pollero and since we do all get on well, I'm more like the old auntie .

Wednesday, February 25th 2009 @ 8:06 AM

And opps - I forgot to mention that we have an 11 1/2 year old daughter. Good thing she doesn't read the blog - I'd hate for her to feel like an afterthought.

50, schmifty. I'm 51. It no longer feels old. Older, yes, but to borrow from Jimmy Buffet, I'm growing older but not up.