Monday, August 25, 2008

Generation Gap

Abby says:

When I was young I used to make fun of “older people” when they talked about “you young kids and the generation gap”. I never got it. Now, I am one of those older people and experience the generation gap quite often. Sometimes it makes me chuckle. Other times it makes me want to crawl under a rock.

A few weeks ago my cousins were in from Denver. We used to be U.S. Mail pen pals when we were young. I have not seen them since my teen years. It was great fun to hook up. During lunch, their two kids amused us all. Their 11-year-old son discussed his like for Aerosmith. I was quite impressed. We were then discussing Elton John (my fave) and his sister, who is 16, said (as she madly texted her friends), “Elton John, he’s dead isn’t he?” I laughed until I cried. Ah…the generation gap.

Sheri says:

I acknowledge the generation gap but I find it shrinking. And, I think it’s interesting that we share the same music with our parents and our children. I am equally happy with Frank Sinatra or the Doobie Brothers.

My husband’s children are teaching him things but he’s also introducing them to new things. I’m addicted to my favorite (oldies) music but they take great joy in discovering new artists.

Middle age is a puzzler. (I use the term “middle age” loosely. No one in my family has seen 90.)

My generation gap is more like a generation gasp. The reunion concert that I want to attend is celebrating their 25th or 30th year, Oh my!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Stronger than I Look

Sheri says:

Several years ago, our friend Mickey had t-shirts made for our workout group we used to refer to as Sheri’s Gym. The back has the phrase, “I’m stronger than I look.” I wear mine with pride. It was meant to bolster our confidence and remind us that sweating and lifting weights in the early morning would make us stronger.

Whether they exercise or not, I know lots of strong women. I was raised by one and I tend to surround myself with them. They inspire me. They are the looking glass I use to pinpoint my areas that need improvement. Sometimes they scare me with their decisions. But, I watch and learn.

Am I physically stronger than I look? Probably yes, thanks to Abby (she used to be our trainer). Am I mentally stronger than I look? The jury’s still out. Am I emotionally stronger than I look? No. I am a weenie.

Abby says:

I wore my shirt so much it finally fell apart. I miss it. Funny thing, I used to wear it to the gym. Some guy came up to me and said, “You don’t look strange to me.” I thought, “Ok this guy is weird.” Then I realized he misread my shirt, so I went up and clarified to him that it said ‘strong’ not ‘strange’. We had a good laugh.

Another time I was wearing the shirt and had just come from working out. I noticed a man out of the corner of my eye approaching my car as I was loading groceries at the store. I turned on a dime and almost slugged him as he got in my personal space. It was an older man who said he "needed money to fill his prescription". I told him it was a very bad idea to sneak up on someone. I think I scared him more than he scared me. I had to chuckle because I was wearing that shirt.

I don’t consider myself mentally strong – but have the great knack of compartmentalizing bad things or things I don’t care to deal with at the time. It enables me to look stronger than I am.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Can You Fix It?

Sheri says:

If you’ve ever worked in the corporate world, chances are you’ve taken a personality profile test. I think I’ve taken at least 20 but I’m not sure how they helped.

It has been validated that I am impatient. I don’t like the build-up. Give me the gist of the message and I’ll let you know if I have questions. Most often, I ask, “Can you fix it?”

This applies to:
My car.
My computer.
My body.
My banker.
My plumbing.
And pretty much everything else I can think of.

Beyond impatience, I admit to some anal tendencies. I did not marry a “Mr. Fix-It” so I have all my “fix-it” people on speed dial.

Abby says:

“Can you fix it” has been the story of my life the past several weeks. I am not handy. My handyman skills stop at hanging a picture on the wall. A few weeks ago, we had a major afternoon storm. My office building was struck by lightning. You know those expensive surge protectors you purchase to protect all your equipment? Well, they don’t work during a major hit. I walked into work the following day only to find nothing was operating. Portions of our computers, modem and router were damaged.

Talk about “can you fix it”! I had two computer people working on getting us back up. One was here on site for two full days, and one was in Virginia via phone. To make matters even more fun, the AT&T repair person was here attempting to work with both of them. I felt clueless and helpless. I was clueless and helpless. They were speaking in foreign tongues talking about DNS this and something something that.

Those three people have now been added to my speed dial.