I like to think that I am a modern, up-to-date, finger-on-the-ball kind of girl ...
"Girl?!"
Mmm ... I guess that is one of my problems ... at the ripe old age of 41, I still consider myself to be a ‘girl’. Note to oneself – New Year’s Resolution to find and adopt new and appropriate description ... mmm ... babe ... chick ... err ... maybe not ...
I love IT. No, not it .... I.T. Information…
Friday, 18 December 2009Can’t get used to losing you, no matter what I try to do, gonna live my whole life through .. loving you. Jerome "Doc" Pomus and Mort Shuman - 1963
It was Sunday supper. I decided to talk a little bit about the progress of my treatment to the boys. They don’t ask many questions and don’t talk about it too much so I try to subtly drop tidbits into day to day conversations. “…
"Well ... that was like attending a Help the Aged Christmas party", I declared, as I stomped into my doctor’s consulting room. He gave a wry smile, but said nothing. I am sure in under his breath he said “Oh I thank God we don’t have too many like Paula".
Of course, if it had all gone to plan then it would have gone well. But of course, things don’t. It was Tuesday morning of my third week…
