In the last little while, okay more than a little while, more like a couple of years, I have been thinking of having a little work done you know, on my face. This actually surprises the heck out of me as I always thought that I didn't have a vain bone in my body, must be that metal hip dont you think? What really brought this on was watching my Mom sitting in her chair and plucking the hairs out of her chin. I thought this was incredibly sad and my mind started wandering in different directions as it is wont to do. I was thinking about what about me when I'm her age, where will I be living, how will my life be. And who the heck is going to pluck my chin hair or shave my legs when my hands dont work any more? Pretty profound questions but there they are. They follow me around mostly because I dont have a daughter to do for me as I do for my Mom. I know, my fault isn't it. I should have tried to have more kids and maybe I would have got lucky with a girl but there it is I didn't and I dont. Now back to the face, where all this started maybe at the same time I would have all stray hairs removed permanently as well as the wrinkles that are really starting to bug me. But that's today and maybe by tomorrow or the next day this thought will be gone. As I said, it's been hanging around a couple of years at least, what's a few more. Oh yah, soon I will do the plucking for Mom as her hands fail her. That's what daughters do.

No, in case you were wondering, I haven't met a new man nor am I replacing my sweetie. Not with a human in any case. The object of my deep affection and love at the moment is my new IPod Nano. For those of you who are not techno-savvi, it is Apple Computer's new Mp3 Player. It's just a little bigger than a credit card and holds 1000 songs. Yup, 1000 and the sound is to die for. Now considering that I don't go jogging or to the gym, why would I need one of those little toys? Well, it's become the perfect escape around the house. I dont need to worry about changing CD's or having to stay in the same room as the speakers, I can walk anywhere in the house or backyard and the music comes with me. I also can't hear Mom's TV, which is admittedly kind of loud because she's deaf and I haven't really wanted to complain, after all she is 83. So all in all this was the perfect birthday gift compliments of my number one love Steve, and number two love, son Teddy. So thanks bunches guys, I promises to still listen when you talk to me.

My Mom

My Mom
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On my birthday, my Mom with her new hairdo. She looks way better than two months ago when she was very ill.

When my mother was young and a working woman, she worked in a nursing home as a cook. The tales she told my father and me about how some of these people were treated was enough to encourage me never to do that to them. I made a promise to myself that I would take care of my parents no matter what. Little did I know how truly difficult that could be. Now my mother, who has been widowed for 6 years has been living with Steve and me for about a year and a half. It is not always difficult, there are days that are better than others. One of the nicer moments was when I was able to give Mom a new hairstyle after having been so ill for a couple of months. Just before her 83rd birthday, she was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure and truly began to show her age. Just before my 58th birthday I decided to give her a perm and give her back the curls she had when she was young. It worked and her mood improved considerably and as a result so did mine.

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The end of one year and beginning of another. Tough to be born in March which is the cruelest month weather wise, but what the heck. It could be worse.