40s – Confessions of a Target Mom

Will Jog For Food

I’m starving. Famished. Ravenous. My calves are tight, my quads are tender and my hips are locked up or something. I feel great?! I ran 10 miles yesterday. Well, “ran” is probably not the right word, but I “did” – shuffled, limped, walked and sometimes ran — 10 miles, which is still a huge accomplishmentContinue reading “Will Jog For Food”

Rubber Band Jan

Some people are “yo-yo” dieters – weight goes down, but right back up. Story of my life, but now I am trying the rubber band diet. I wear a rubber band around my wrist to remind me of the perils of stretching the elastic too far. I have never really been in shape. I wasContinue reading “Rubber Band Jan”

40-Year-Old Virgin Cougars

Half a dozen men in space suits were walking down the street. It was about 9 p.m. and there weren’t many people out on the streets in the business district. At first, we thought they were hazmat suits. Given that it was September 10th and we were about two blocks from Ground Zero, we wereContinue reading “40-Year-Old Virgin Cougars”

Confessions of a Target Mom

I am not a Soccer Mom. At least I don’t consider myself to be one. I am a Mom and my daughter did play soccer. Well, she had a uniform, shin guards and cleats and she occasionally kicked a soccer ball if it came close to her. She probably thinks I am a Soccer Mom.Continue reading “Confessions of a Target Mom”