Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Cell phones

Now don't get me wrong - I do like my cell phone.  In fact, we no longer have a house phone.  We kept getting sales calls or wrong numbers on it even though we were on the do not call list.

But really, aren't we all a bit too attached to our cell phones.  The other day, I got into the elvator at work and everyone on it was either texting someone on Facebook or looking something up on their cell phone.  Guess what people, when you are in a public space and texting or on FB everyone can see what you're saying!

But I'm just as bad!  I am trying really hard to stop!

A regret

I'd like to think I have no regrets but it's not true.  I have one big regret that I never bought a house.  I tried to talk Gene into it when we first got married - he had the ability to apply for a Cal Vet loan and in the early 70's they were easy to get and had really low rates.  But he said no, I don't want to live in Los Angeles the rest of my life.  Then we moved to San Diego I tried again but again he said no...same reason.  

I grew up in a house and have such fond memories of it.  It wasn't a big house or very fancy.  Just a post war cookie cutter one that my parents bought in 1952 for about $13,000.  I had my own room and we had a great backyard to play in.  My folks hosted many a fun July 4th there - we lived on a hill and could see the fireworks from Santa Monica, Venice, etc.  There were other great parties like my Sweet Sixteen and my folks' 25th anniversary.  How I wish we would have bought it from them in 1978 when they sold it.  

Yes, I know, being a home owner can be costly  but it would be nice to have an extra room for when Kaylee comes for a sleepover or when Nicole and Joshua come.  And maybe the Canadian Le Blancs' would visit us as well if we only had more space.

My drive to work takes me through some wonderful L.A. neighborhoods.  There's a part where there are lots of single story homes that are not "track" homes they are all different shapes and sizes.  Some have porches others beautiful gardens.  I am jealous.  I wonder if the people living in these homes realize how smart they were to buy them and hope that they aren't struggle to maintain them or pay their mortgage.  

I'd used to think that someone it would happen but in reality we are now too old.  Our someday has passed us by.

Monday, February 16, 2015

50, 60, 70...is the new?

I think my generation, the baby boomers don't think we are old.  In fact, I know we don't think it!  To bad others out there don't agree.


Monday, February 2, 2015

Saturday, January 31, 2015

It sucks getting older

It does -- went to a career fair today.  I know that when the folks manning those tables saw me coming, they said, she's too old for us to hire!

I don't feel old really, I know I can do a great job. 

Will anyone give me a chance?  Probably not.

Very frustrated today!

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Old Friends

I have never been the person with tons and tons of friends especially when I was growing up and even now as an adult.  I am more of one or two at time kinda friend. I have always felt as if I am on the outside looking in when it comes to friendships.

However, I have had some very special girl friends in my life.  

I met Debbie when she was 3 and I was 5.  We lived on the same street just a few doors apart.  We stayed friends after she moved to Wyoming until I got married a 18.  Then we lost touch.  In 2006, we reunited and unfortunately, it didn't turn out well.  Too many years and too much drama on both our parts.

Vicki and I were friends because our parents belonged to the same temple.  I think me met when we were 6 or 8 and in the same Sunday school class.  We had great times together until we both got married at 19.  She moved to Oregon.  We kept in touch for awhile and I saw her sometime in the 90's. We have since lost touch.

In elementary school I was fat so most kids didn't like me.  They made fun of me except for Sandy.  She was my friend from about 4th grade through all of junior high.  We slept over at each other's houses and did all the things girl friends are supposed to do when they become teenagers.  She was my friend until we got to high school and then, after the 10th grade she and I went separate ways.  I often think of her and wonder how she is doing.

Jean and I met in junior high and our friendship was strong.  In fact, she and I are still friends some 40  plus years later.  While we hadn't seen each other in years, for many years we wrote each other and now we facebook all the time.  

Robin I met in 1972 when I went to work at UCLA in the Registrar's office.  She and I clicked right away and she has been my very special best friend since.  She was there for me when Gene died and afterwards.  She was Will's "Best Woman" at his wedding.  She's the friend that I know I can count for anything.  And while we don't talk everyday or even that often, she will always be there for me.

Mage - I first met Mage when Gene took me to San Diego in 1970.  I remember going to her house in Imperial Beach.  She was married to Paul Hawkins at the time.  I was so impressed with her -- she was an artist and seemed very exotic to me.  I remember two little girls running around and I think someone was trying to make a record or movie or something.  It was very exciting and different then my boring, nice Jewish girl life. We stayed in touch throughout the 70's and in 1980 Gene, Will & I moved to San Diego so I could go to San Diego State.  Mage and I become good friends during those years.  Mage claims that if not for me, she wouldn't have graduate SDSU - I'm not so sure that is true but appreciate her saying it!  We lost touch with each other in about 1991 because well, to be honest, she and George didn't like Dennis.  And I understood that and was sorry that happened.  I often thought of Mage and wondered what she was doing.  I tried a few times to get in touch with her but wasn't successful.  It took the death of a friend for us to finally reach out to each other.  I'm glad, I hope she is.

 There are a few more, but I'll save them for another time.


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

San Diego

I worked on Monday MLK day so I get an alternate day off. 

On Friday we are going to go to San Diego overnight.  

It is so hard for me to go back to San Diego - so many memories - good and bad.

I have lost touch with almost all my San Diego friends - except Mage and Kim.

We will have breakfast with Mage and George - I'm a bit nervous because I haven't seen them in 24 years.  What will they think of me?  Will it be awkward or can we pick up and move forward?  I hope so.

A few of my San Diego friends left San Diego - my friend Marcy moved to Texas - we keep in touch via email, phone calls and FB.  And Don moved to Seattle and now is gone as well - I hope he and Gene are having a high old time together!

I wonder what happened to Carla and Joyce?  What are they doing now?

San Diego - sometimes I wish I could move back but it just wouldn't be the same.  San Diego was Gene's town.

We moved to San Diego in 1980 so I could go to SDSU.  We lived in a dumpy 4-plex because the rent was cheap and it was close to SDSU so I could walk to class.  We stayed after I graduated because it was cheap and I worked at SDSU and could now walk to work.  I stayed after Gene died but then got evicted because the owners torn it down and built a fancy apartment building on the land.

We had good times in San Diego - visiting Point Loma, the tidepools, the navy ships, Mission Bay, Ocean Beach, Mission Beach, Balboa Park, SD Zoo (we had memberships) & Wild Animal Park, dinners with friends, Don's studio....and so much more. 

We had bad times in San Diego -- the worst was Gene dying.

I met Dennis in San  Diego and a new chapter started but San Diego is always going to be bittersweet for me.