Do you know someone who spends too much time on their cell phone? Silly question. Of course, you do. Do you spend too much time on your cell phone? Of course, you do. Confession: I do too.
According to one study, people typically touch their phones 47 times per day! Now that’s scary! And the number jumps to 82 times per day if you’re between 18 and 24 years old. Scarier still. Read more
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Handsome Hubby and I are back from our 16 days in Vietnam and Cambodia. The laundry is whirling away in the washer and dryer. So, I thought I’d sit down and respond to the request from a number of readers asking for a recap of our travels. Read more
Richard Nixon and I sadly have something in common. Jowls. I’ve tried to ignore the problem, but jowls and jawlines are in the news. So, what can I do?
Yes, regrettably, I – the anti-plastic surgery woman – am once again day-dreaming about plastic surgery. Read more
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“In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire …
Hurricanes hardly happen.” My Fair Lady, Lerner and Loewe
Hurricanes also happen in Florida, and as a result of one, this hurricane-hound now calls California home.
It was all so scary at first – given up to a Florida shelter and then scooped up by a huge, noisy, metal bird and taken to a different shelter in a strange new city. Read more
I Say Phone. You Just Phub
Phone Plus Snub Equals Phub. SOB!
Do you know someone who spends too much time on their cell phone? Silly question. Of course, you do. Do you spend too much time on your cell phone? Of course, you do. Confession: I do too.
According to one study, people typically touch their phones 47 times per day! Now that’s scary! And the number jumps to 82 times per day if you’re between 18 and 24 years old. Scarier still. Read more
When in Doubt, Blame Science
The Latest Addition to the Pantheon of Excuses
Life is hard. When we do something wrong, we all fall back on excuses and blame others.
“The dog ate my homework.”
“My mother won’t let me go to the party.”
“The Devil made me do it!”
But now, move over dog, Mom, and Devil. We have a new scapegoat to blame and shame, and it goes by the name of Science. Read more
Vietnam and Cambodia: Trip Impressions
Two Middle Age Muddlers on a SE Asian Adventure
My dear Middle-age Muddlers,
Handsome Hubby and I are back from our 16 days in Vietnam and Cambodia. The laundry is whirling away in the washer and dryer. So, I thought I’d sit down and respond to the request from a number of readers asking for a recap of our travels. Read more
Nixon and Me: United in Jowls
There's a Surgery for That!
Richard Nixon and I sadly have something in common. Jowls. I’ve tried to ignore the problem, but jowls and jawlines are in the news. So, what can I do?
Yes, regrettably, I – the anti-plastic surgery woman – am once again day-dreaming about plastic surgery. Read more
A Hurricane-Hound Brings Sunshine
by guest contributor Olga
“In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire …
Hurricanes hardly happen.”
My Fair Lady, Lerner and Loewe
Hurricanes also happen in Florida, and as a result of one, this hurricane-hound now calls California home.
It was all so scary at first – given up to a Florida shelter and then scooped up by a huge, noisy, metal bird and taken to a different shelter in a strange new city. Read more
Trick-or-Woof!
Happy Bark-o-ween!
Trick-or-woof! So barks Olga, our four-year-old Labrador, and ruler of our roost.
OK. Scary she’s not. Silly she is.
So, Olga is opting for elegance, not fierce, furry or fiery this Halloween.
But trick-or-treaters beware! Olga’s got an ear-splitting warning/welcome bark and a face-drenching lick!
And while Handsome Hubby and I are away vacationing, guess who’s next week’s Muddling through Middle Age’s special guest columnist?
Hint, hint. She’s a middle-aged muddler’s best friend! Woof!