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Happy Birthday Any!

Today is Ana Toleva’s birthday. I know we no longer keep in touch but that doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you or that I don’t remember your birthday! I wish you lots of love, friends, happiness, and prosperity. My own wish for your birthday is “to see you this year.” I have so much to say but it could be summed up in one word that says it all – Mu4a!

The Threshold of Fatness vs A Symptom of the Seven Year Itch

A friend of mine once told me, “When you hit 30, it all goes downhill, your body changes, your metabolism slows down and it gets wicked hard to fight fat.” To my disbelieve he replied by rephrasing, “You’ll get fat too! Take my word for it!” I didn’t believe it of course, I was 25 back then; I’m now 29 (almost 30), I’m on the threshold of the fattening age. Despite the fact that I didn’t consider it true, those words have stuck with me, at the back of my mind, through the years. It is an equivalent to the dark omen spoken by the evil which on the princess’ birthday in “Sleeping Beauty;” you initially reject it, then you forget about it, but when the time approaches it comes back to haunt you. Is 30 the threshold of fatness?

By contrast, I was talking to a young guy at the gym today and he stated that “When you are single you drink, party, and you lead a careless life so you don’t focus on your fitness.” But once you get married you go back to the routine of life and that pushes you back at the gym. To my grimace of disagreement he replied “What do you think all those married, middle-age guys are doing at the gym everyday?” a rhetorical question that was, “they are here to escape their wives!” he continued. It is a harsh thing to say and horrible too, but, in a weird way, it seems that there is some truth to it, noting of course the young guy’s misconception of “middle-age.” Nevertheless it raises the question –   When you are married, is going to the gym 5 nights a week, a symptom of “the seven year itch?”

Emasculate

e·mas·cu·late   
tr.v.
1.       To castrate.
2.       To deprive of strength or vigor; weaken.
Adj.
3.       Deprived of virility, strength, or vigor.
e·mas cu·la tion n.
e·mas cu·la tive or e·mas cu·la·to ry ajdj.
e·mas cu·la tor n.
adj : having unsuitable feminine qualities [syn: effeminate, epicene, cissy, sissified, sissyish, sissy] v 1: deprive of strength or vigor; “The Senate emasculated the law” [syn: castrate] 2: remove the testicles of a male animal [syn: castrate, demasculinize, demasculinize]

Supermodels Gone Bad

I received this email from Kate, yesterday, and couldn’t help it but to post it here. Kate’s second job is at UPS, in the morning, loading trucks, then shower and then at the bank. 

“So I am channel surfing yesterday and I see Supermodels gone bad. I had to watch it I don’t know why. Something is really wrong with me.

I am in Yarmouth today, tomorrow and Thursday.

Oh and joy it’s Valentine’s Day. I loaded bears and flowers and pajama grams all morning-GROSS.

Your sister,

Kate”

I’ve Got A New Toy

I got a new phone – Samsung SCH-a950, the thing is amazing! As my brother likes to say “this phone can do so many things… it’s smarter than me.” My new phone has:

• MP3 player, with a jog dial on the front
• A camera with a flash, zoom, camcorder, different resolution options, it can even take black and white pix.
• Big speaker phone
• Voice recognition
• Blue tooth compatibility  
• Besides the ability to download them, you can record your own songs, by just putting the phone in front of the speaker, and set them up as a ring tone. I already have taken advantage of this function.
• Oh, my favorite – you can take pictures of your fiends and when they cal you their picture shows up on your front panel.
• I’m not even mentioning the whole “get it now” and “V cast” things, where you could download all kinds of things; see weather, news, sports and even streaming video;
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So many cool features, so little time to play with.

Granny Holler

Dan and Steff were talking about Grandmothers and children in public and the embarrassment they could create. I thought of an old story that we used to laugh, a lot, at, back home. I called in to share it. Click on “Black Sea madness” to hear it.

Happy Birthday Didka!