Monthly Archives: November 2012

One o’ those days

Have you ever had one of those days… where you talk yourself out of working out at the club and vow you'll work out at home instead, later, where you stay in your 'jams until 10:45 and don't brush your teeth until 11:10, and then you make not a list but about three lists, and…

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The Power of Thank-You

Thank-you’s come in all shapes and sizes. A “thanks” from an acquaintance to whom you wish a great day; a “thanks for stopping by” from the store owner whose shop you just browsed in…and didn’t buy a thing; a quick text from a friend in gratitude for the latte you bought her a couple hours…

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Ding Dong the Twinkie’s dead

I woke up this morning to some sad and disturbing news. Hostess, the baking company, has called it quits. It’s the end of an era. An icon has died…and so has a little snippet of my youth . Union bickering, sign of the times, blah-blah-blah, they said. So I’ve been tapping into my emotional library…

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Republocrat? Demican? Confused?

Did you win or lose Tuesday night? Unfortunately, sadly, that's how I'm looking at it. I guess I technically, personally “lost.” I thought “my guy” had a good shot. I liked what I was hopeful he'd do for this country. I “lost” four years ago also. But I embraced the unknown. I jumped on the…

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Republocrat? Demican? Confused?

Did you win or lose Tuesday night? Unfortunately, sadly, that’s how I’m looking at it. I guess I technically, personally “lost.” I thought “my guy” had a good shot. I liked what I was hopeful he’d do for this country. I “lost” four years ago also. But I embraced the unknown. paxil pharmacy I jumped…

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It’s Time

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I went to the doctor yesterday. My gynecologist. (Annoying Thing #457: I can't technically call him my obstetrician anymore. He shall hereinafter, forevermore, be called my gynecologist. I've aged out, shot that wad, sailed that ship.) Dr. H. delivered our second-born, our Julia, 21+ years ago. Which means he and I have been 'carrying on'…

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About Me

It's true! Despite playing defense virtually all my life against the onslaught of this sometimes-ugly aging process, it...has...arrived! I naively thought I would escape cellulite (the Cottage Cheese) and crow's feet (the Crepe Paper). But I didn't! And why didn't anyone tell me about this emotional roller-coaster that comes with being an Empty-Nester?! My name is Jodie Barringer Myers. I'm a 54-year-old Friday/chardonnay/ hydrangea-loving wife/mom/court reporter living in Sacramento (Gold River!), California. Writing is cathartic for me. And because I look to find humor and humility among the rubble that is my now very peri-menopausal self, I'm hopeful that you will laugh, cry, learn, enjoy and, most of all, relate to what I have to say. After all, we're all in this together, right?

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