So what

So what? I'd like that to be my mantra, but it isn't. Would really like to run away. Can't stand just about everyone. Oh, and the tests are in, menopause is here, in a big way. Woo woo. Maybe that explains things. Then again, do I care? I must say, when I first found out, I was excited and felt empowered. I have no idea why. It has been downhill since then. I have no idea why. But if I could be independently wealthy, quit my job, buy a new house and several hybrid cars, and hire a cook like Oprah (the real secret to the times she has lost weight) I would be all set.

Just another Thursday evening

Heard the "M" word today: Muggy. It finally hit the am weathercast. I hate muggy. I'm sure they exist, but I don't believe I know anyone who likes it. Of course, there may be closet muggy lovers out there...stand up, speak up, muggy lovers! I grew up with muggy, I know muggy. Spent 1 1/2 years in the Philippines, where there's an entire muggy season.

Tomorrow is movie night, just us girls. The Daughter has been planning this since the Dad left to go do a week of Katrina relief in Mississippi. Apparently we need to eat Chinese food and junk food and she is expecting me to stay awake for 4 video's. Don't know if that is going to happen!

Moanin and groanin

Sometimes things just suck. The last few days have kinda sucked. My shoulder has been really bad, and the cortisone shot was not fun. Not the shot, hell, I give myself a weekly injection that stings more, no, the THUMB. The dr. had to stretch out my arm and then press really REALLY hard on my shoulder to get the right spot. Tears came. "That was just my thumb" said the dr., thinking I had reacted to the shot that hadn't yet come. No you idiot, that's exactly the problem, your damn thumb. Not that I told him. Should've. He can take it. Has a good sense of humor. Then we parted ways, and because I had cried and was trying not to cry anymore, at least until I got outside, there was no real end to the appointment. I stood at the desk like an idiot, trying not to look at anyone so they wouldn't see my face, and he went off to the next patient. Kind of like in the movies when the couple has regrets and everybody just slinks away.

As long as I'm going on about stuff bothering me, I hate Mother's Day. Enuf said.

This hasn't been enlightening or insightful. Just a lot of grumping. Well, sometimes you've got to grump. Sometimes I don't want to think about the people that have it worse than I do, I just want to have a little pity party for me. So today I'm having it in bloggerville.