Over 50, rocking, ruling, and other assorted noises.....

There seem to be a proliferation of web sites right now geared toward our generation and especially to the Baby Boomer woman. All of them call on us to loudly state how we are many in number, full of spirit and knowledge and energy; that we have a lot to offer; that we are a force to be reckoned with and [my favorite], that we rule and we rock.
Frankly, I'm getting a little sick of it.
What benefit does it serve to go around bragging that we're women over 50, we rule, rock, and make other unnecessary noises?
My thought is that we are only as valuable as our actions. Gather our forces together. Fine. Then do something, make yourself useful.
But stop it already with all the back-patting.
No one cares unless something productive hapens. This is a country of doers, not sayers.
We were a formidable generation because we made change happen.
Then if we're still so great, let's do it again.
Vote, go out in support of a cause, start your own if you have to.
Write articles, make phone calls, write a book.
But do something other than sitting around on a web site self aggrandizing about how great we all are and how we should be respected and not forgotten because of it.
Yes, I'm proud to be a Baby Boomer. And I'm especially proud to be a Boomer woman.
But I'm also proud of my experience and my business and my writing and the plans I have for the future.
How about you?

Another picture of Riley

Here is a more recent picture of our photogenic little guy.

Can it be this long since I have posted? I know people say that time is speeding up but this is ridiculous. The year is halfway gone already.

Where to begin?

I guess the best thing I have to comment about is our newest member of our family.

The sadness we felt with Buster's passing was profound. Yet, we knew in our hearts that we wanted another little life with us, a little kitten to celebrate orange kitties, to remind us of Buster and also to help us heal. We also knew it had to be a rescue baby since we wanted to give a home to a kitten who would otherwise be in danger.

So, we looked. The week of what would have been Buster's 13th birthday we found him. I have to believe that Buster had a hand in us finding this wee one.

His name is Riley. He was only 5 weeks old when we got him on May 3rd and weighed barely more than a pound.

He has already made his place in our family and brings us untold joy and love every day.