Does my bladder know it's middle-aged? Apparently so. Scarcely three months into my restful old age, I started running into the loo 6-7 times a day. I started losing weight even though I avoid exercising like the plague. (Although I must say I do eat a lot less rice in retirement.) "AHA!" exclaimed one of my smartass Googly friends. "You sound diabetic! Woohoo!" And after googling & Binging all over, I have to agree -- I do seem to have all the symptoms of a diabetic. I am seeing my doctor in 2 weeks for confirmation (KAISER doctors have more patients than the Vatican has saints.) So, I have decided to stop using the word *glorious* in reference to retirement. Now, I'm just pissed.
Hello, my name is Melinda, and I started this blog to change the world or to get free shrimp chips online, whichever comes first. (Call me, Asian Food Grocer!) Anyway, I'm Filipino, 50+ and just itching to retire on a smallish fixed income. I don't cook; I don't drive; I don't do Facebook or Twitter; and AMAZON is my second home. And while I am no Jonathan Swift, I do enjoy a bit of snark from time to time. Click the large banner ABOUT ME for my longer profile.