Dating after 50

Now here is an adventure for sure.  I am one of the unfortunate products of divorce and at one point  I figured  “Ok maybe it’s time to try that thing they refer to as dating”.  I soon realized that it’s nothing like when I was 17 and you hung out uptown at the grain elevator waiting for guys to come into town. It became clear that when you had the same class of 38 kids from K through 12 that few of those classmates could ever be considered dating material, so you struck out for surrounding towns.  My favorite towns seemed to be Lostant and Tonica because Wenona was a rival in high school with Toluca and MDR.  I’d get my allotted miles on the family car and dash to a neighboring town in search for “the one”.  There were no cell phones, so you had to scope them out in person.  That’s how it worked “back then”….you tracked them down, met them, gave them your home phone number, but only if the asked, then you’d rush home and sit by the rotary phone and wait…and wait….and wait…(insert cricket noises here).  It was an unwritten rule not to “hunt” with someone prettier than you, or your chances dwindled.  I never quite learned that lesson because Laurel, my bff growing up, was always  with me to scope out new prospects, and usually she got first dibbs on the guys.  But I loved her, and was happy to get the leftovers….just kidding….sometimes we would have cat fights if he had a really cool car like a Mustang or Firebird.  The GUY would call the GIRL and set up a time to come to the house to meet the parents before the first date.  You went out, he paid, you usually had a great time, and he dropped you off  before your set curfew.  So went dating in the 70’s.  Now fast forward 35 years….things have changed ALOT.  First you have to figure out where to find a man (more about that in future blogs), you meet in a public place for safety reasons , you each pay for your meal, and in my case….head home fast.  You no longer date, you “hang out” to see if you like each other.  If you like each other then you “hang out” until you decide you will become “official’.  Then after that you become boyfriend and girlfriend and see where that leads you.  OMG already……Take me back to the 70’s please…….

Coming up soon…internet dating……and all I can say is WOW!

Thanks again for stopping by and reading my thoughts. hehehehehe



This week “THE LIST” came in the mail…the school supply list.  Off we go to Pontiac to Walmart with “THE LIST” and a very excited soon to be 8th grader.  We were able to secure all of the items on “THE LIST” plus I caved in and allowed a matching locker mirror, pen holder, dry erase board and a wire thing that unfolds to give an extra shelf on the bottom of the locker.  I was proclaimed “the best mom in the whole wide world” and off we went to the check out.  As I was standing there watching the total getting close to $100.00, it hit me that I had been buying school supplies every year for the last 27 or so years… can that be?  I now reflect, with a lump in my throat, on those years when all of “my chickens” were home and we made the same trip every year, be it for preschool, grade school, junior high, high school or college.  I remember we would  haul in a plethora (my favorite word) of bags and the kids would sit in a circle, split up pencils, paper, etc….. making sure to carefully write their names on everything in  magic marker.   The newly named supplies then went neatly in the book bags and were put in a corner for the first day of school.  This year there is only one Butler chicken left to get supplies, but the joy I felt when I saw  the smile on her face when I told her she can have a $2.98 mirror for her locker makes me look forward to many more years of “THE LIST”…..

PS…she just yelled from the living room (where the supplies are being marked and put into the new book bag) “I love you mom, you don’t know how much easier you made my life by getting this new shelf”.  It’s the little things I guess….

Lets get started

Why start a blog?  Hmmm…… Well, last month I was quietly celebrating the birthday of my son Jonathan Patrick.  He would have been 16 years old, the age when you start becoming a man, the age when the girls start to swoon as you pass by, and the age when you look forward to getting that elusive drivers license.  We found out that he had anacephaly while I was 5 months pregnant and knew he would be carried to heaven by the angels shortly after his birth. Anacephaly is a neural tube defect where the brain does not develop.  So, I decided that maybe my experience would help someone who may be faced with the same tragedy.  I wish I could have talked to someone who could tell me what to expect, because we went into this blind.  This may not be a story for everyone to read……but if it helps even one person, then I know some good came out of our loss.   Of course that led me to a million other stories I could share, some sad, some just crazy funny, some that just will make you sit back and go “hey I remember that”…..We will see where this crazy ride will take us….and a BIG thank you to my future son in law Daryl for setting me up, because with all of the gravitars, widgets, gidgets and other assorted “computer mumbo jumbo”…momma Shelly didn’t know where to begin….so here we go…..and as always, thanks for stopping by.