Putting our gray heads together

It’s day 23 of National Blog Posting Month … NaBloPoMo … and I’ve been dutifully posting on my personal blog every single day on a wide variety of topics.

I blog every day, no matter what, either here, on the News Blog, the International Adoption Blog or the release vent that is my personal blog, so I didn’t think this whole venture was going to have much impact, but it has.

Because I write so much every day, and because my writing involves a lot of research on most days, I spend at least 6 to 8 hours working every day. Since I also have a life that includes kids, a husband, meals, puppies and so much more (please notice the comma between ‘meals’ and ‘puppies’), I don’t tend to hang around my computer any longer than I need to. This means the whole social aspect of the Internet world has escaped me.

I don’t chat or IM and I have never belonged to a group before that wasn’t directly related to one aspect or another of adoption. Yes, I have made some good friends through cyberspace, but I had not joined up anywhere with that as my intention.

I didn’t this time, either. In fact, I’m not sure why I decided to NaBloPo this Mo. I am, however, glad I did. It’s been a hoot and I’ve met some very interesting people.

Over the course of the month so far, I have joined a number of groups and discussions, some adoption-related, but most not. (There are a LOT of familiar avatars where adoption is the topic!)

One that’s fun is for women over 50, and what an interesting group that is. One woman contributed some information her 31-year-old son provided that says that women over 50 are the “fastest growing demographic for web design and blogging”, a stunning thought I don’t doubt for a minute.

Another offers up a mantra I’m digging my fingernails into and not letting go of:

Gray — the new blond

Dig it!

We’re not forgetful, we’re dizzy.

It’s not that our eyesight is failing, we’re merely developing that Marilyn Monroe, “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” thing that has us too vain to see.

We didn’t space out and turn the wrong way down a one-way street, we were too busy blowing kisses to handsome men to notice.

It’s wasn’t a loss of focus that had us locking ourselves out of the house … our nails were wet.

One glass of wine doesn’t suddenly have us slurring and lurching because our tolerance has dropped as our age has increased, we just like the bubbles tickling our dainty noses.

Yep. Gray — the new blonde. I can live with that.

Now we just have to teach the kids some sort of response for those times we’re in public with them and do something geezerishly stupid; one they can trot out as an adorable cover that excuses our oops with a giggle. Or a joke, perhaps?

Here’s one. Just think “older adoptive mom” where it says “blonde”.

A blonde goes to the local restaurant, buys a small drink for herself, and sits down to drink it. She notices a peel-off prize sticker on the side of her cup while she is drinking. After pulling off the tab, she begins screaming, “I won a motor home! I won a motor home!”

The waitress runs over and argues, “That’s impossible. The biggest prize given away was a music system!”

The blonde replies, “No. I won a motor home!”

By this time, the manager makes his way over to the table, and he too argues, “You couldn’t possibly have won a motor home because we didn’t have that as one of our prizes.”

Again the blonde says, “There is no mistake! I won a motor home!”

The blonde hands the prize ticket to the manager and he reads, “WIN A BAGEL.”

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