An Anniversary Song

Thinking about the past year and all the wonderful people I've met through blogging -- people who are kind and supportive and witty and thoughtful and who are just plain interesting -- made me think back to the beginning.

It was the oddest feeling, putting together that first post and sending it out, kind of like sticking a message into a bottle and tossing it into the ocean to bob around until someone -- anyone -- pulls it from the water and reads it.

For me, that person was Radagast aka Matthew Holford, who, upon reading my second post, left me a comment. Matthew also gave me my first ever award (back in the days before I decided it's more important for the Chronicles to be fast than pretty).

A few of you joined soon after, and even took the time to go back and read my earlier posts, but most of you have never seen that first effort. So to celebrate one full year of blogging joy, I am re-posting my virgin effort.


This is my first-ever post on my first-ever blog. Ah, it's even got that new-blog smell.

Why am I calling it "The Raisin Chronicles?"

Because this blog is intended to be a celebration of growing older -- aging, maybe not gracefully, but with a lot of gusto. And because each of us, as she ages, becomes more and more like a raisin -- smaller, darker and a lot more wrinkled.

So, to start things off, a celebration of gal-pals (sung to the tune of "Baby Face" -- if you don't know that song, you're too young to be reading this blog).

Lady face
I’ve got a little old lady face
The bags beneath my eyes are a disgrace
It’s a waste
Being old sucks, young rocks
I sure could use some Botox

Lady hair
I’ve got this little old lady hair
It’s gray and silver and spikes out to there
People stare
And it’s getting much thinner
I’m balder than most men are

Lady butt
I’ve got a little old lady butt
It sags down even further than my gut
Used to jut
What was once X-rated
Is now just constipated

Lady tits
I’ve got these little old lady tits
It’s really hard to find a bra that fits
It’s the pits
I have my cups inflated
To keep them elevated.

Lady face
But I don’t worry when I’m hanging with the gals
I thank the stars above
That I’ve got friends who love
My little old lady face.

Thanks to everyone who drops by occasionally. Here's to another year!

(If you don't know the song, and really want to hear the melody, here's Paul McCartney singing it: