Boy, I'm on a roller coaster ride today.
Earlier in the day, I was on a manic roll,beboping around the house, multi-taksking with Beatles background music, now I am screaming down the precipitous drop to the gut wrenching turn that I know lies at the bottom of this hormone amusement park attraction that is my peri-menopausal self.
A friend of mine who is further along in the process than me, was asking her doctor the other day where they put herself? Because the person she used to be has vanished and they have replaced her with this new and unimproved model that can't get anything done. Well, that's an exaggeration. Everything takes 10 times longer to do, and then when you are finished, you can't remember if you actually did it or not. Leaving one with a vague and nagging panic that you really DID forget something important, 24/7.
And this is on a good day.
On the bad days, anything.... and I mean anything, that gets thrown at us of a negative nature, somehow grows into this humongous monster-like apparition which threatens to devour us whole, and let us be slowly digested over a thousand years, like that creature in the Star Wars movie.
It's like walking around all the time with one of those mirrors strapped to your forehead that says.... "Objects appear larger than they actually are"
And WOE to you if there really DOES come something along that is pretty serious. Why we could shatter into a million pieces! We could lose our minds, what little there is left of them! We could become cranky mean old ladies that hit people with their purse! Oy Oy Oy! I don't want to go there!!!!
There are days I could really use a padded room.
I might have to settle for the little desk in the cupboard. Just me and the scribble book. But that has a set of fears of its own. I don't want to become like The Queen of Norway waltzing around with my tablet at my side, writing down the secret messages in the Honda commercials or trying to decipher the coded transmissions sent out by the Al Franken radio program.
It's an all too possible scenario that should be avoided. So here I am doing a scribble book exercise right here on line for everyone to see instead.
Hmmmmm. That closet is looking better and better.
Somebody come and get me. I need help.
(Quickly now, she's not kidding!)
I heard that.
(Whimper.......)
Comments (11)
I do wish, however, that you could infect me with a little of the mania when it hits you. I really could use some of it when the "sleepy, Oh, my bed" mood is upon me. Too frequently.
Shalom Shabbat.
oh woe to female roller coster rides is this the price we have to pay to be the bossom of mother natures compassion oh the female lactating of kindness and maternal care fueled with raging hormones
ha ha fun or what mon amie
that is so touching about robbie what a beautiful dog he must have been what a beautiful memory the paw print is ah mon amie when I was achild I dreamed of owning a collie dog and Ipromised myself that when I grew up I would buy one and now I just live with the dream because I do not want a pet
I hope griffen is not jealous of this post
once more mon amie
*****************happy holidays*************
may the merry bells keep ringing
happy holidays to you
love and light ichandra
have a beautiful week
you . If I were Griffen I would hide till the mood changes. Peaches our wild fur ball Calico cat must feel the same ,for you cannot pet that screwball outside feline for she has eye,s that follow your every move. I got lucky this morning and just kept walking by and did a quick grab for if you stop she is gone. She had some fur balls by her neck with her winter coat and the match was on. I had to cut some out and pulled out two large hand fulls with a comb and brush, with one hand for the other had to keep hold of a cat that was purring and growling with a few loud cat screams. I did get the job done so take heed as I like the women in my life pretty and groomed. This covers Pussy Cat also.
tell me something tho: is it worth going through for the privilege of being able to bear kids? would you do it all again or would you rather be born a man?
Friesians are great. They look like great big huge Morgans. The Friesians are fairly recently here. Used to be some kind of breed thing that outlawed export (not sure from whence they come). One of Mister's pasture mates (also his next door stall buddy is a Friesian). He's gorgeous, but a handful and a half. He gets a regular dope slap from his owner, and then he behaves, but he's always pushing that envelope...
sez
Good thing I only do that for the Verizon Wireless commercials. You should hear what they say through the TV after they ask if you can hear me now! It's quite obscene.
Alli
Hugs
Linda
xxxx