My big peeve is when they ask for your phone or email & you decline; they give you dirty looks because they're usually younger & don't feel that it's a big deal handing your info out. Comcast automatically gives a name account like that from what I remember. Years ago; when I 1st came to GW I used SBA; then Spike made us all "join" & we rushed to figure out a unique user name. There have been times I couldn't get Roselvr- Ebay it was already taken; but managed to with both Comcast & Gmail. We lost the Capital letters a few years ago; pretty sure it was after iVillage bought it. It's the one thing that ticks me off. I wish they would have been able to fix it.

It works because of the way our calendar is set up. If you had posted this last year, everyone's age plus birth year would have added up to 110.

My husband's mother had grown children....maybe even a grandchild or two, when she married his father, who had grandchildren...probably even great grandchildren, and after they got married, they had six children in six years. She was 38 when he was born....four more after him, and his dad was 68, and 72 when his last was born. The baby had spina bifida and died shortly after birth, and his mother died from breast cancer a couple of years later. I was almost 34....had no trouble getting pregnant and no morning sickness or complications during pregnancy and only gained 25 lb. Had a c section and was in the hospital for five days, and lost all but 7 when I got out. My mother, who was 42, also said she never had any nausea or other problems. My mother was 42 but probably looked older. She was thin and had premature gray hair. After I was born, in a Catholic hospital, by the way, she didn't see me for several hours. One of the sisters came into her room, which was a room with 4 beds, and said, "Have any of you had a baby and not seen it?" My mother said, "I haven't seen mine." The sister said, "Hmph!! No old woman like you has had a baby!" My mother said, "Well, I guess I ought to know if I had a baby or not!" I am quite sure my father was there, and he was a very over bearing type of person, and I can just imagine smoke coming out of his ears, because shortly, the mother superior came running into the room....my mother said her rosary or whatever she had hanging on her outfit (sorry, not Catholic...I don't know) "just a'jangling". She said, "Yes that is Mrs. Stout's baby.....give it to her right now!!"

No. Born in a small town in Wisconsin and knew since childhood that it wasn't for me. Gradually moved to larger and larger cities, including New Orleans and Atlanta. Visited New York City and IMMEDIATELY felt at home. I remember thinking, "Other people get to live there. Why not me?" Quit my job, sold my car and moved here in 1982 with no job, no apartment and no real plan. I don't think a day has passed since that I haven't at some point paused, looked around and thought about how lucky I am to live in a place that I love so much. Around sunset in the East Village, with the light glowing on the red brick buildings, it just makes my heart sing.