LIfe begins after 50?! Oh yes!

Life in the 'middle ages' isn't at all what I grew up expecting. I don't have white hair (I only color once a month), my teeth haven't fallen out, I can still get into my worn old comfortable jeans ( they may have stretched a little), I can navigate through the WII Fit (because I chose a male trainer) without falling off the WII board more than twice, and my hot flashes are not so bad (during the day at least). I admit that the backsides of my thighs have those darn crinkly wrinkles from that stuff they call cellulite, but at least my bust size has increased (probably due to the new underwire wonder for saggy women).

Other than is good. My husband has a Harley and I have become a 'Harley Babe'. I even have a Harley leather jacket! Ok, I admit I found it a Goodwill, but you can barely see the worn-through spots and I used a Sharpie to correct the spelling of 'Harlay' on the back. But riding on the back of a hog is exciting and once I figured out to put my scarf on the inside of my jacket instead of tied in a bow around the neck of my coat, I stayed pretty warm and I didn't have welt marks from the scarf slapping my face. That was a plus.

I've decided to go back to college to complete a degree I started in 1976. Hurray! Online classes no less. How hard can they be? Taking 8 credit hours should be a piece of cake. After all, I have a ton of life experience to draw from, right? It only took me forty hours to setup my D2L mailbox. For some reason, my name kept appearing as Lunee instead of Laura. At least it was close. I remember my first online discussion question post. It read: "Hello everyone! Please note that my name is Laura, not Lunee as listed above. I am excited to be on this adventure with you but I must admit, I will need to burn the midnight oil to complete the work on time. I hope you all have a great class." I did not have to wait long for a response. Lynn224 replied "Wow. I didn't know those kind of lamps still existed. Where do you get the oil from?" I thought about explaining, but nah. I replied "Walmart of course."

Join me on my new BLOG adventure! This is my first BLOG and I'd love to hear from you. It's easy....Go to the lower right hand side of the page and click 'FOLLOW', then post a message and we'll chat!

TRANSPLANTED FAITH is now published and I welcome any comments you may have! Find it on my author website or in paperback and ebook formats.

Take care and BLOG soon!

Blessings on your day! Laura Hern

Living on the wild side!

Living on the wild side!
"Boss Hog"

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Authors Den

Check out this terrific sight where readers can find authors and a plethora of fantastic books! Click on the link 'Become a Fan' on the left hand side. Then click 'books' to read an excerpt from 'Transplanted Faith'. Blessings!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

March Madness? Nope. Golf-widow season begins again!

In Minnesota, the arrival of March creates a collage of emotions that can make men and women alike shudder and say "Whuffta". The ice fishermen shed a tear as they attach their frozen-hut hideaways to their Ford trucks and drive off the thawing lake, leaving behind their joyful memories of the big one that got-away and hundreds of 8 inch little round holes that will quickly disappear.
The avid sports buffs are drooling over the college Sweet Sixteen and the Twins spring training prospects, already making predictions about a World Series win and lamenting over the Timber puppies dismal record.

Ah.....March brings a glimmer of hope that snowy, cold evenings spent playing cards with buddies and drinking beer will soon to be a thing of the past. Can you hear it? You have to listen so carefully, but you can hear it. Men gather up cleaning supplies, trudging through melting snow and ice to their sheds in the back yard. They stop and take a deep breath before turning the old lock, 36 left, 11 right, 3 left. They slide the door open and walk inside. They drop their supplies as their gaze turns toward an upright shadow in the left corner of the shed. Their eyes grow wider and their mouths curl into a satisfying grin. They rub their hands together in sheer delight! "My golf clubs!" They exclaim. "Come to daddy!"

Just this morning my husband got on a plane heading for sunny Arizona with 7 of his friends to play 36 holes of golf everyday for the next 10 days. home he is asleep by 7pm, exhausted and unable to take his wife to a movie. Perhaps the Arizona air gives one more stamina, more energy, more testosterone?
And what causes women in Minnesota to say "Whuffta" to being a golf-widow? I think can of a few things......time by myself, shopping, reading, relaxing in the hot tub, watching a cheezy romantic movie like the Matchmaker from 1989 and of course... not having to share my Oreos!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Somewhat 'blog' challenged

After feeling like a middle-aged 'super blogger' (having just completed the lengthy process of setting up my first blog site), five days later my dreams are becoming nightmares as I can't for the life of me figure out a way to place a small, seemingly insignificant little icon on the bottom of my post that says 'COMMENT'. Climbing Mt. Everest would be easier than tracing the whereabouts of this 'COMMENT'. So, my last resort is to beg and plead for help from any of you that might have seen this illusive little button. If you have an idea or know how to return this 'COMMENT' to it's rightful place, please email me ASAP! Until then....I will sadly continue to be 'COMMENT-LESS'.

Blessings on your day!