Welcome to thisisyourbestyear! You and I are on this journey together. Together and collectively, we will give suggestions on living life to the fullest. This is a blog for women who thought that when they reached this age, life was over. This is for all of those women who thought their mothers were old at this age–well they may have been, but that’s not the case anymore.
We will discuss everything from health, beauty, faith, life, children, grandchildren, exercise, careers, retirement, starting all over again in love and/or career. We will talk about learning the word no, taking time to be who we are. With this blog we will have fun, we will talk fashion, food, travel and all kinds of products–in other words, we’re going to talk about us.
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Let’s get excited ladies, and stay tuned. Remember–“THIS IS YOUR BEST YEAR”!
-“do you mind if I switch the channel”, and we say no. Next time say yes if you are watching something that you like.
All of us are about to do the happy dance. On July 11, 2018 
we are all invited to celebrate a birthday. No gifts will be expected, all that is required is your attendance. Yes, 7 Eleven is celebrating its birthday by giving away free “small” slurpees. I wait all year for this event. It’s the only time I have a slurpee. My only dilemma is trying to decide what flavor I want this year.
items and dates of the giveaways To get the other free items, you must sign up for their 
The weird thing is that I only want one, it’s kind of like me and the corny dog thing. One is just enough until next year.
As women of a certain age, we were always taught to not be selfish. We were told “don’t be selfish” when it came to our toys, but now I am telling you that it is okay to be selfish. Women of a certain age have earned the right to want and do something just for themselves–we’re not going to hurt anyone.
family.
These seem like simple things, but we as women of a certain age were taught to put others before us, and stop being selfish. If taking care of yourself is being selfish, then I am all for it.
Well about 7 years ago our youngest fresh out of the Coast Guard was on her way to work when she informed me there was water in the kitchen on the floor. I immediately thought my loving husband had spilled a little something. Before I made it into the kitchen I walked in a river of water that had engulfed part of the den and office. The river was running wild in the sunroom, dining room, kitchen and laundry area–probably in the garage (but I didn’t care about the garage). I finally woke my husband out of a deep sleep, started to push water out, called the insurance company and waited on those that could help us dry out. Our house had taken on flood water, but being the worrier that I was, yes I had taken out flood 
insurance a couple of years before. While my husband continued to push out water, I got dressed and went to work. Now back in my younger days I would have had a crying, pity party, but I had matured–nature had run its course, and I had tried to be prepared for it. I did worry that the insurance would not pay off, but it did.
the home warranty plan. The man came out looked at the wall, then at my newly laid kitchen floor and informed me I had a slab leak, and he would be back the next morning to let me know where it was located. Yes, it was under my newly laid floor, but again the contractor and I had planned, we had purchased more flooring than we needed. As the plumber jackhammered my floor on a Saturday which meant that we would have this gigantic hole in the floor over the weekend–I didn’t worry. If you came to my house doing that time, you would just have to walk around the hole in the floor.
And now my refrigerator all of 7 years old is on the blink. I can remember the one my grandmother had. I don’t ever remember it getting repaired, and I don’t remember her buying a new one. I could worry about the food that will spoil in the hot refrigerator and freezer, but I will do the best I can to save what I can. Then I will fill out the lost food form and hope for the best.
This year “thisisyourbestyear” has teamed up with The Boardroom Salon For Men. The Boardroom gives men more than just a haircut; it gives them 
the ultimate grooming experience in an elegant country club-like atmosphere. Complimentary beverages, a pool table, a chess board along with plush leather chairs and a great atmosphere will make the “best dad ever” in anyone’s life have a great Father’s Day to remember. We will be giving away a gift certificate for the “best dad ever” in your life. The gift certificate will entitle the holder to a great service from the Boardroom–their Signature Cut. It’s more than just a haircut.
I keep singing the lyrics “I went to a garden party”. It was set in the beautiful Garden of Eve at the home of Stephonia W. Roberts. I can honestly say I know why she named her backyard paradise the Garden of Eve–it was breathtaking.
outside when you entered. Nature had decorated with so many plants and trees that not only shaded but served a health purpose.
Stephonia is the ower of Mrs Jacks Body Food, she is also an author and extraordinary spoken word poetess. Her expertise in all things natural was on full display as she walked through her garden.
When the hors-d’oeuvres were passed, we were informed about the natural ingredients that were 
prepared so deliciously. There were mocktails that were refreshing, and also cocktails that were light to the taste. It seemed that God had cooled off the garden just for that moment.
One of my pet peeves is the word organic. What exactly is organic? What is the difference between Whole Foods and Wal-Mart’s organic? The price is different so does that mean the quality is different? What are the requirements for something to be considered organic? Do we believe 
them? I can tell you that I can tell the difference in cage-free eggs and regular eggs. That’s about it though. To be sure that our fruits and veggies are organic we need to plant and grow our own.
remember going to visit relatives once and seeing what they call a yard chicken. I told my mom they needed to feed him, and that’s when she told me that was the size he should be. And another thing, how many wings does a chicken have? Where are the other parts of the chicken? Seriously every restaurant has “wings” on the menu, but they don’t have thighs, breast or the other part of the wing on the menu. So where are the other parts–mutant chickens with 10 wings?
I have a lot of other pet peeves when it comes to food, but you would be reading a novel. My last one is expiration dates. I don’t do a lot of cans or boxes, but when I do I look at the dates. A recent report said they just put any date on the cans and boxes even the eggs and milk. So when do I throw it out? At one time I could tell you if an egg was good just by holding it in my hand–out of practice now.
