Living life out on the social stage

When I think about getting older I often think about my Dad who will be 79 in a few months. He’s a bit of a Jack Lalanne type. Spends much of his time working out at the gym, walking on the beach and playing his horn. Recently he said, “I play pool with guys that are in their 50s. And by the way, they aren’t so 50s fab.” This made me laugh. “They are more like 50s-flabby, dad-lowresflubby, farty, and frustrated. Then he asks..”what’s wrong with your generation?”
I had to stop and think about this. Then I pulled up Facebook and I saw my answers…the big reveal! Clarification in all forms and flavors. A cavalcade of aches, pains, trials and tribulations, begging for my attention – waiting for a ‘like’, a comment, anything. Is this what we have become? And these are people I know and love, or used to know, and used to love, now it seems some are a scant image of their old self. And their cry isn’t good reading. It chimes of loneliness cying out to social media for someone to take a listen, take an interest…on a stage that’s right at their fingertips. I don’t remember these guys as complainers. And I don’t like seeing old school chums and family friends..asking for attention…using their ‘wall’ to evoke a little controversy…enough, really.
Why load everyone up with this? Seems we have enough drama and stupidity circulating our lives for God’s sakes… it’s not very cool, and not too “social” either… it’s just one big drag for readers. Somehow I am not feeling too social right now. Maybe I’ve been too sour and not checked in enough with friends that need a little love. Maybe I need redo the way I see things and lighten up a bit.
Turns out my Dad Joe was onto something. Not a guy that notices and comments on too much of life’s upside-down idiosyncrasies but his perspective of our generation is pretty right on. It’s amazing to have your dad alive and well and commenting on stuff that makes you stop and take a listen. Thanks Dad…always teaching.

When a pet dies.

Four sad and painful days had passed since my goofy, charismatic, full-of-life striped boy-cat died. As sad as this was, his two cat-mates seemed oblivious, going about their business — making things a whole lot easer, what a relief!
But then it all changed.


SG, rest in peace and thank you for being the best buddy you could possibly be.

The first time I head that ‘sound’, it echoed big throughout the house. It was an alarming and harrowing cry… long and urgent. A meow so deep it hung in the air and stayed there. I researched online, I paced — anything to figure it out a way to soothe his obvious anxiousness, the endless stares out the windows. No one really knows what a cat might be feeling, but one thing was clear, this 14 year-cat-mate realized his best friend was gone. And he was sad. I’ve never thought about how animals mourn, didn’t know if they did — but this was real and I was living it. It’s not something you can ignore, rather, it’s something that requires action.

If this has happened to you…do something. Find ways to sooth and distract. Get new toys, brand new scratching pads with dried cat grass or catnip rubbed in. And get rid of the scent of the missing animal so the others can ‘move on’ without lingering reminders. Give lots of extra attention, mix thing up, change things around such as furniture, cat trees, food bowls. And give tons of attention.Your cat is mourning the loss of a loved one, and they have real feelings about it. Be kind, be cool, the better you do with it, the sooner they can move on and adjust.

Is there an animal person in there?

Yes, they’re fun, cool, and purrrry. They’re also hairy and aloof. Independent also comes to mind and damn if they don’t leave a smattering of fur in their wake. No its not our significant others, I am talkin’ cats. There is so much to say about these little lions, but as we all know speaking out loud about cats is guaranteed to raise an eyebrow…

“Oh…she has a cat, she must be a cat lady.”

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Four things you should never do in an interview.

Hello…why are some people so horrible at job interviews? Really, would a hour of planning and preparing really kill? Is it because you are so awesome that you think it’ll just flow naturally? Well, sadly, it doesn’t really work that way and if you truly want to avoid screwing up an opportunity, read on to learn some of the things some people are doing to “not” get the job.

With lots of love to all the young people – you are the WORST offenders!  Which is weird because your separation time from college is less, so you should be fresher and smarter, but instead you behave otherwise.  I know, I know, not all of you, but enough to warrant a mention. Meanwhile…here are some things you should NEVER DO when responding to, interviewing for, or following up on an important interview:

1. Acting unprofessional. Even if the posting comes from Craigslist, don’t think you can let your hair down by showing your coolness. Do not respond with stupid words like “I’m interested!” or “Sounds great!”, and then hope someone calls. If you are responding to a graphic designer position for example, you don’t need to convince them how hip you are. Know your audience – if the company is a professional agency or organization, show your most conservative designs, not monster truck ads.
2. Don’t sound depressed if someone calls you to talk about the open position. Step up your positive attitude and let the best of you shine!
3. Never ignore important facts or “must haves” about the position. Don’t make people spend all their time searching your resume/cover letter for a matching skillset. Front and center, your cover letter should SPEAK to the important parts of the JOB listing. If you identify yourself with the needed expertise, you will get a positive reaction, and then a positive call as well from the recruiter! Duh!
4. Ignoring a “follow up” call or email. Whatever way you do it, thanking the interviewer personally with just a few words makes a difference. Send a card, drop an email, either way will be appreciated (always make it short and sweet!)

DO go to the book store and pick up the latest job interview books, they will help you come down to earth and guaranteed to teach you new behaviors to help you GET THE JOB! Good luck!! : )

Krrrr-razy busy

Everybody’s saying it. It’s become one of the most commonly used string of words hanging around today, might even be the most annoying too – even my 77-year old father is guilty of letting it slip out on a regular basis. It even trumps our other more current phrases, “does that make sense?” and “I know, right?”

I am talking about the busy words. “I’m so busy” – or – “I’m sooooooo busy” – or – “I have no time for anything” and/or “I have no time for that”.

Ever ask someone if they’ve seen something on TV, some silly program or news show? Very quickly you will hear, I don’t watch TV, I’m toooooo busy, or “I don’t have time.” It’s the new mantra.

“Are you on Facebook?” “No… I’m too busy for that.”
“Talked to your mother lately?”  “No… I’m too busy for that.”

When did our culture get so busy? And what is everybody doing? Did the 24-hour thing shrink? Are we sleeping more? I’m kicking back here on a Friday night, feeling crappy knowing everyone else is out there running around doing busy stuff. I’m definitely doing
something wrong, and obviously feeling guilty/selfish with my mac and a cat on me lap, and some Dateline blaring in the background.

True…I often leave work with emails still showing new, uneaten lunches that carry over to the next day, and the message light on my office phone is almost always lit, but selfishly I played tennis the other day, threw down a couple Scrabble games on Facebook, stuck some photos up on Pinterest and drank some wine with a friend at a Mexican restaurant for few hours. Oh poo — I hope no one finds out I wasn’t doing true “busy” stuff, whatever that is.

Anyway, I’m thinking’ too busy means you aren’t managing your time right. Too busy to eat breakfast? Get up 10 minutes early and throw down an egg for God’s sakes. You just don’t have time to call your mother? Shave 10 minutes off your lunch hour and do the deed. It’s not that hard!

I’m thinkin’ our problem is that we just love love to complain. Idleness, on the other hand, that’s hard. Hanging out without a plan, now that’s something to get busy with. Spontaneous daydreaming, weekend get-aways, long baths, wine tasting, falling in love, hanging with your son, playing with the cat’s whiskers, that’s what I want to be busy with. I like busy idleness. That’s what I call a paradigm shift! Can we do it? Maybe, but I don’t expect anyone to behave or think like I do, I’m probably a bad influence anyway!
Please, please, go do some idleness stuff today and if you aren’t too busy, make sure to thank me when you’re done! lol



The big daddy of blogging.

I heard one lady whisper to another lady… “what’s a blog?”

Hearing that, I knew I had to listen to every word of the discussion. I slid my hair behind my ear, looked busy, and kept quiet. I love, love hearing people mess up words and conversations over things they don’t know. Yes, I know, it’s mean…but still, I get a kick. With confidence and poise, the lady stated that blogs were online diaries where someone writes about their husband and kids and then sticks it up on a website. The other lady smiled and nodded, letting out an agreeing “oooooooh”.

While the ladies had it half-right, It did make me pause and wonder how long we have been inventorying this crazy life around us – meticulously documenting and blogging our personal rantings for total strangers, all-the-while allowing, and inviting, a diverse assortment of opinions and comments regarding our work (ouch!).
Then I started thinking about where it all started – the daddy of all bloggers, yes…the caveman!
Back in the day the caveman had it good…out all day then home to scribe the business of the day on the cave walls. And content he had! In the name of supper, he was busy fighting off swooping birds who pecked at his head and hairy beasts who stormed after him. He courageously climbed trees and ran for his life for ten hours straight. Now, his evening winds down with a deserved fire crackling in the background and a little time to let off a little caveman steam with a long, sharp stone, and a healthy dose of creative blogging artistry. He’s not concerned about the amount of comments he gets, or SEO ranking, he knows that one day somebody out there will value all he has written on his “wall”. He needs no more than that.

Caveman to do list:

  • Hunt for food – check!
  • Blog before bed – check!

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How guilty are thy pleasures….

Oh Lordy… guilty pleasures...such sinful words. But yet a perfect description for some of our most secret likes! There is a sense of guilt around pleasures you know, hence the name. Maybe it’s the word itself, perhaps it screams too “private” or too embarrassing or too sexy. Maybe we have completely misunderstood the true simplicity.
But here, anything goes!  Guilty pleasures ain’t nothin’ to be embarrassed about and are always worthy of being shared! lol

Here’s a few of my guilties:
Gambling at a casino: I am in love with the sights and sounds of slot machines and endless Black Jack and roulette tables. It’s worth throwing away a hundred bucks for the intensity of playing a couple of hours of Black Jack. I know, that’s why it’s a guilty pleasure! If I am up a few – even better, I plug my winnings into the dollar slot machines, drop in the max, and hope for the mother lode.
Social media time waster:
So guilty!! Nothing says lazy Sunday mornings like coffee, Facebook and my MacBook Air. I catch up, I read what the family is up to, type “cute” all over my friends’ grandkid photos and play some Scrabble. It’s fun and it’s awesomely pleasurable! Yeah, I’m super hooked. (Ha ha)
Television: Yes, I like it and I watch it… especially Charlie Sheen in 2 1/2 Men. Charlie with his call girls, maid, and goofy jingles leave me completely content. Even in reruns, “Men” is very funny and makes me laugh out loud. American Idol — my once-a-year musical escape! I pick my early favs, feverishly root for them and watch them develop. In the end, it’s a musical variety extravaganza. I love it. The Bachelorette Show. I like what I like, and I love, love this two hours of crazy-ass antics set  in far-away places. A plethora of love-fueled drama at it’s best!
Buttered popcorn at the movies: Nothing is more fabulous than watching a pimply-face youngster fill up a cardboard bucket with fresh, hot, fake-buttery popcorn. The sounds, the scents, the anticipation…I feel like I am seven years old, clinging to my brother and sister about to take in big screen Disney. Awesome stuff.

Shopping for new make-up, new lingerie, and new high heels: Uh, acquiring this particular trio is the ultimate of all shopping trips. Hormones are flowin’ for days knowing these items are in my grasp. The more expensive, the higher the adrenaline. New dark MAC eyeliner and shadow, sexy summer white, lacy lingerie and the steamiest summer high heels is all it takes to elevate a girl’s mood.
Giving out a few bucks to a homeless person: There is no tax advantage and no one to pat you on the back. But who cares. I am guilty to giving out a few bucks or buying fast food for a sign-holding homeless person, without judgment or questions. Just load them up with a full-fledged super-sized Jack in the Box burger deal, hand it over, and the smile on their face will turn your entire body into jello. The few minutes it takes to do this, lasts the rest of your day, and then some. It’s is the best feeling of all.

Guilty pleasures come in all forms, but one thing is for sure, they definitely breathe energy into our lives. So what are your favorite pleasures? You have them – and you should talk and share about them, and you can do it here!

Greens and veggies, what the heck.

Wow, it’s such a great time to eat. We have discovered so many healthy foods to shine up our hair and skin and make our arteries squeaky clean. Good for us…it’s easier than ever to become fresh-faced and gorgeous all over again, reversing the years with a new colorful bounty of organic veggies. We can just sit back and watch DVR’d episodes of Dr. Oz, learning and lunching guilt-free!
But wait. While this may be awesome news for normal people, it’s only so-so news for the rest of the world that struggles with monster-sized appetites for, well… that other kind of food, you know, the overly-delish stuff which can be found just about EVERYWHERE. And the temptations for such un-healthiness have proven nearly impossible to resist!

Sadly, there are tons of us hungry and snacky-types around. We lurk, we lie, we do everything we can do not to let on that we have a bottomless pit that wants and needs a hit of food most hours of our day (and it ain’t peas and carrots).

Of course we love the veggies, we learn about the veggies and we try the veggies, but endless salads and juicing can only suffice for so long before we slink into the darkness and eat our hearts out with Cheetos. Sad, but true. We love to play games with our addiction, telling ourselves that calories do not count on birthdays, on Tuesdays, and on that oddball leap year day. We – them – or any one else who relates to this – is no more than a good ‘ol American compulsive overeater with no resolve in sight…living in the shadows of our healthy-minded cousins who eat veggies 4x a day with ease. For the rest of us, a bad day at the office, a break-up, or even a couple glasses of wine can cause a whirlwind date with a super-duper-sized bowl of bad carbs . We want to sip on greenish drinks and munch on quinoa, but we have a little bug inside of us that won’t let us do it, leaving us to go rogue, all the while whispering in our ear that we can go back to eating clean first thing in the morning. We’d like to kill the bug, but we don’t know how. And God forbid we tell anyone about our problem or that pesky little bug we have. We just aren’t ready to ‘out’ ourselves to the world yet, ha ha.

So, what about you? Do you have this sucky problem? Do you have that little nasty bug in your body, creeping around telling you what to do and how to do it? Do you have expensive juicers on your counter kicking back on hiatus? Are you in love with Cheetos? Do you convince yourself that low-fat frozen yogurt piled with a half a pound of nuts and crunched up Reese’s peanut butter cups are healthy? (Ha ha, I’ve done that!) If so, you have company. So, please share your story! Tell the others that they we NOT alone. lol

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Not for the kiddies!

Well hello… if you a woman in your 50s, single and looking for Mr. Right, you might be interested in this very touchy topic that affects lots and lots of new romances. I’m no expert here, but I am good at jumping in to provocative chats with my lady friends – so here goes, you might have to plug your ears! lol
Seems by now we know there are certain things required to build a great relationship, right? And, as women we are pretty honed in to what these things are. We also believe the gentlemen should know them too. Problem is, they don’t.

Nonetheless, I am a believer that no person should ever go without these “certain things”, or settle for less – especially if they contribute to our wellbeing, happiness, or survival. So, in the case of two people who enter into the “dating ritual”, it is crucial that both be ready, and I mean very ready – for all those things that add to a healthy, budding friendship and/or love relationship. Just be dressed and prepared for the dance. If you have areas within yourself that are “inadequate” get them fixed immediately, or simply get out of the dating arena until you do. Yeah, really.

See, we girls know that the guys have their own special requirements – things they’re looking for. They’re pretty open about their desire for thin and toned, they’d like us to look nice and blend perfectly into their lives. This we know. But, as many of my lady friends seem quick to observe, “men don’t seem to be overly concerned about how they look, or if their gear is working correctly.” And they’re not talking about a broken tooth or an aching back! The reference is more about our fellas’ working parts. And the ladies have a point!
What’s bothersome is that while we sweat to muscle-up our bods, they seem to have little concern over their own “muscle” and its unfortunate inability to step up to the occasion. I wish we knew why certain areas of the body seem to cave in and go on the fritz. Perhaps it comes down to stress, money problems, too many meds, illness, depression, or a little karma (lol). I don’t know, but for goodness sake, sirs, you cannot drive a car without a motor, or cook a great dinner if your oven don’t work! Just like the real estate guy who doesn’t reveal bad pipes or a basement full of bees, so goes the single gentleman untrained for awkward conversations about, well, his secret problem with his junk.

No one has to tell him there’s an “out of order” sign swinging on his you know what – he knows inevitably it’s going to be an issue, a major talking point – but for the life of him, he cannot find a PC way to disclose this little detail to his new lady. Much easier to stall, blame it on the wine – or hope she grows warm and fuzzies for him, forgiving his little land of broken dreams.

So, what’s up with this condition? And is it ok to run from someone who can’t “do it”? Is this one of those super-duper deal breakers? Well, my ladies say YES, it’s a valid reason to walk away when discovered early on in the relationship. But the doctors say it can be healed! Yay! It’s a matter of learning all the steps to overcome everything associated with the issue. Gentlemen, get it taken care of before the dating game begins! Don’t get caught with your pants down knowing your equipment is on hiatus. Do the necessary homework if you would like to make your lady love happy.

Learn about sexual disfunction here and here.

So many reasons to fall in love…

Far be it from me to cause a stir, but sometimes the truth has to be spoken, and it should be out loud without fear of repercussion. After all, we live in America, no one should shake in their boots afraid to speak out, right? I’m talking about a very serious and controversial topic….our personal computer choices. To be more specific, PC versus Mac and the sensitivities over which one is better, which company makes the baddest unit, the fastest, coolest, etc. This isn’t a commercial, or a dog/versus cat person thing, it’s just that we all use them, and in all honesty there is truly a clear winner and it cannot be denied. Mac, the only real front runner is leaps ahead of anything we have out there…far more magnificent, quieter, sleeker, more chic and simply flat out better than any other computer technology we have going.
Maybe it’s the hip design or super stunning interface or maybe because it’s easy to use with all those cool icons and sensible organization (Delete A-B-C-D-drive mindset). Perhaps its the way the keyboard gives you all those wild little shortcuts and making you say “I get it”. The emotional effect cannot be denied either. Run your fingers across the keyboard and you will see how good it makes you feel!  It’s an Apple, and somehow Apple gets you to feel proud to own one of their crazy-ass incredible products, even the opening of the product boxes have been reported to deliver a rush! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, the PC overpowers all, there’s more of them around, it lets you play more games, make more spreadsheets, wah, wah, way, who cares. And Macs are for drawing pictures and PCs are for important business, like running the world. Muwaaaah. Oh how fun it is not to believe any of that nonsense!

I am just a really proud and happy Mac user. Mac, Mac, Mac, oh, and iPod, and iPhone, and iPad. Yes, I have drunk the cool-aid, I am now high and certainly cannot help myself!
And today I celebrate a major milestone. I just got the treat of my life, my own kid bought me a new MacBook Air, seriously contributing to this Mac drug-fest addiction thing I’ve got. He may have skipped me a Mother’s Day card, but he walked into the Apple Store all on his own, bought a case and a bag to put everything in, and got it all rung up right there on the clerk’s iPhone. I have had a lot of computers over the years, but THIS is the sweetest, coolest gift, AND piece of machinery I have ever laid my eyes on.
Sadly, I cannot say the same about my awkward PC desktop that takes up tons of space under my desk where my legs and high heels go. I know that there are sleek little PCs out there, pleeze, I get it, but they continue to be stuck in yesteryear, and a little boring, and a little tinny and a bit old school.

If you are not of the Apple Store browsing ilk, if you have not dipped your toe into the delicious waters of seamless technology perfection, and if you have not experienced falling in love with a machine, then I urge you to go there. And why shouldn’t we love the way our devices look and feel? I think we’re owed this as picky-butt consumers – so go ahead, touch it, feel it, breathe in its scent, and sense a touch of nirvana.
>> PC users… lower your guard, wash away the nonsense, and be prepared to be amazed!  : )

Movin’ on is OK

You’ve considered it for a while, your mind, body, and soul have collectively said, ‘we’re ready’. And God knows you’ve pondered it long enough…and now the time has come to say seee-yaaaaa to someone in your life! Maybe permanently, maybe just for now, but damn something’s gotta give.

If only it was just sticking a tongue out

The circle of people in your life can be profound, so full, and seemingly endless at times. So many of them we love – some of them dearly and deeply. We adore them and need them, but deep within the circle of humans that make up our world there is that one person that has been delivering an unhealthy dose of toxicity directly into our veins… and sometimes doing it with glee! Your little pain in the neck may be the ex-turned-friend (a little more into the benefits than the friendship), a pesky neighbor, your best buddy, or maybe a former boss turned friend that just can’t relinquish her bossy behavior. No matter who it is –  we’re done being a slave for them, allowing it, inviting it, massaging it, developing it and providing a comfy home for all of their crapola! So yes! It just may be time to give them the boot.

For many of us, we go crazy trying to figure out what’s up with us – wondering why we would go on and on easily accepting that which is dished out crassly and unfairly, going meek and not taking a stand for what we know to be right for us! Beat yourself up as you may, but I’m here to tell you that its ok to strategically remove people that place toxicity into your world. Be careful, be honest, and be strategic, and don’t be a hothead. Make a pros and cons list like you learned in college – but take some action so you can learn to live without them starting today. Unchain yourself from the junk they bring to your life: jealousies, moods, their depressive nature, their non-stop relationship stuff, selfishness, and their failure of bringing anything to the table that resembles joy, peace, and love.
Do take action....experts say that you shouldn’t just turn your head and let it fade on it’s own – that won’t fix it, you need to step up and put the relationship kabash in writing. Say goodbye, for now, for ever, you choose, but just do it.

Most of all, feel proud of yourself for stepping up and discarding that lingering poison from your cabinet, whether it’s strategically removed for a period of time for regrouping or flat-out wiping them for ever. You’ll be happy for taking some action today!

Feel free!



Wrinkles and age spots – just get rid of them!

Dr. Oz isn’t wrong very often…and for this one, the proof is in the pudding – or rather, the vegetables. From the lovely ladies in Korea who have all the ancient secrets to awesome skin.

Age spots: get a cup of rice (white or brown) – rinse it well and keep the water. Dip your wash cloth into the milky looking water and gently wash your face with it, keeping it on without rinsing. Once a week is all you need, and the dark spots should go away within a month. And it’s not limited to the face, dab it on the top of the hands, chest, legs, etc.
Don’t just try it once, you must keep this regime going for full effectiveness.  Nice to know we don’t have to live with creepy age spots anymore!

Okra mask gets rid of wrinkles, really?
Fresh from from the wrinkle-free gals of Zimbabwe — get some fresh okra (4-5 of them) and boil for 15 min., then mash it all up to a gooey green slimy texture.
Apply the green goo to your face and leave on for 20 minutes. Viola! Smoother skin. Use once a week, or when you want a quick fix to little wrinkles. : )

I tell myself all the time, Photoshopping wrinkles away only works as a short term plan. : )

Life interrupted: pancreatic cancer.

I had a birthday this week, whoo hoo! The gals at work succeeded in making it as fun and embarrassing as possible throughout the day. Such craziness and attention over one person had me hoping I could dodge the all-time favorite and highly insensitive birthday question … ‘how old are you?’ Not that anyone asks this anymore, right? Well, someone did and didn’t get too far! Ha ha…so yeah, a day to laugh with each other and kid around at work.
But somewhere around the fun, the cake, and the buddies, I got bad news and had to quickly switch my focus over to something far more significant and tragic. Someone close to me lost a brother to pancreatic cancer. He was only 54 years young – Bob, retired military – a man with a history, two brothers, a job and a family! He had a big, busy life, and I’m sure a ton of plans.

So one day after my silly little celebration, this man – a person critically important to a long list of people, one a young girl, battled like hell to preserve his own life, at least for the sake of his wife and his family who will bear the brunt of cancer’s sickening wake. In the end, they all lost out.

It was some 7 months ago that Bob was diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer, a cancer of few warnings – in fact signs and symptoms may not even appear until the pancreatic cancer is advanced and surgical removal isn’t even possible. It’s one of those horrible diseases characterized by out-of-control cell growth — often leaving little chance of survival.
In honor of Bob’s life, please take a moment to learn about pancreatic cancer because it may affect you or someone you love at some point in your life. Better to be prepared and in the know.
Pancreatic cancer

And while you are gaining important knowledge – please give an extra long hug to a man in your life that is special – son, father, brother, husband, boyfriend, friend – in the name of Bob who lost life due to the relentlessness of pancreatic cancer, and a family left behind left in a stream of endless tears.
Godspeed Bob, rest in peace man.

Christmas cards are so yesterday.

Hello, where have all the Christmas cards gone? Was it the switch from Christmas to Holiday that did them in? Did this cause us to pause or say forget it altogether?

Or did we just take all the fun out of it – changing things that work into things over-complicated. We went from store-bought Hallmark to fancy must-have photo cards. We’re now a bit compelled to arrange a photo shoot, match white shirts with faded jeans, and pay for pedicures all around. We drag everyone to the beach and bring in a Photoshop expert for holiday photo perfection! It’s just too much.

Expensive endeavor but I still like getting photo cards.

Nonetheless, I love getting and giving Christmas cards. I love going to the mailbox and grabbing a stack of hand-written envelopes covered with Christmas stickers and fancy gold writing. It’s fun and exciting to sit down and pour through cards, photo cards and even corny family letters written in teeny tiny type barely legible. Call me old-fashioned, I also love setting aside a full day to write out all my cards to friends and family. Unfortunately, Christmas cards are drying up and are no longer flooding our mailboxes.

However…amongst the Christmas melodies of Shaggy, Elvis and Lady GaGa, walnut-fudge, and twinkling lights – Christmas 2011 will still connect us to our loved ones. Maybe not so much with the traditional Christmas card, but in full supply you’ll find a link to the family holiday blog (w/ Amazon ads) – a tweet – a text – a Facebook wall greeting – or a Holiday Greeting email with crazy clip art.

While oh so cool, I vote to let Christmas cards flow again… reinvigorate this simple old-school, worn-out, yester-year tradition in all its personal hand-written glorypreserved and cherished in its original form – just like the Christmas tree – and just like Santa Claus.

Because some things don’t need to change.