Thursday, July 17, 2008

Grrrrr....

I am a bit out of sorts, I fear.  Things seem a little outta whack.  I am not myself...  Here are a few of the symptoms:

*My back is aching.  

*I have accused my hair of working against me. (three times)

*I found myself near tears over a car commercial earlier today.  

*I worked up a sweat heating up a Hot Pocket for lunch.  

*Last night, sometime around midnight, I unearthed and ate a waffle that was left over from last weekend.  I did this with the benefit of neither heat nor syrup.  I then spent twenty minutes berating myself over eating a dry, leftover waffle right before bedtime.  

*Apparently I am also willing to fight to the death over my assertion that Poison's "Talk Dirty To Me" is the greatest song ever in the history of the whole world and don't even try to tell me that it isn't.  I maintain this in spite of no one really arguing the point.


(For the record, the List Of Songs Over Which I Am Willing To Scrap changes regularly and with no real logical sequence.  This is just where I happen to be at the moment.  Go with it...)

*I spent twenty minutes late this afternoon rummaging through the fridge looking for another one of those dry leftover waffles because, gosh 'n fishes, that is such a tasty treat!  (it isn't...)  I was despondent when I couldn't find one.


It is a train wreck over here.  Grumpiness and mood swings abound.  The least little thing is enough to send me into fits of either laughter or rage and there is no predicting the way in which the pendulum will swing.  




The other residents of this household are simply hiding until it all blows over...


Mid-life is such a treat.  Not just for me, but for anyone who gets to cross my path.  At least I'm making an impression, right?  (just agree...)  Oddly, though, The Thing That Will Never Grow Up To Be A Sweater seems to be immune to the whole drama.  It has shown a remarkable willingness to develop a sleeve and even consented to grow one that might actually fit me. (unless the late night waffle situation becomes a pattern)  I suppose it could turn on me at any time and that I should be careful given the current state of my fragile mind.  But I am also grateful for anything that isn't trying to test my last few grains of patience these days.

(I suppose it was a bad day to do the grocery shopping.  Must make a note to send some flowers or something over there so they know that, deep down, I really am a heck of a nice person.  I'd hate to have to find a new store.  This one is so darned handy...)

Happily, it has been my experience that these little swings in moodage pass rather quickly.  Meanwhile, I'll just sit back and try to enjoy the parts of it that work for me.  There is a rather powerful feeling that comes from the world edging away from you in fear, after all.  

And, just to show that I am not completely without a little compassion for my fellow men/women/bloggers/, here's some Poison for you.  We might as well enjoy it while it's my Scrappin' Song, right?







SA

20 comments:

Jeanne said...

Dude, Poison rocks!!! Just put on your jammies, crank up the jams, and relax. Tomorrow will be better.

PICAdrienne said...

Would chocolate help? My son (then 10), bought his big sister (16) chocolate and jewelry when her jerk ex dumped her (via text message). He is at grandma's or I would offer to loan him to you.

Mouse said...

I love me some Poison.. you can keep the dry waffles though.

Julie said...

There must be something in the air, because I'm feeling pretty much the same way. I, however, have no leftover waffles to scarf down :-(

trek said...

I was sort of thinking that you were sounding a bit like how I felt back in the eighth/ninth months of pregnancy.

Okay, okay, it really was from month seven onward. Happy now?

missemilysmom said...

Poison!! Does Rock!

Anne said...

Poison rocks! And I can contribute some raspberry chocolate chip pancakes to the midnight snack pool if you like...

Beth said...

Raspberry chocolate chip pancakes? We all need to head to Anne's. Yum!

I hope tomorrow is a better day for you!

Mel said...

So were you trying to get your hair to look like Bret Michaels's or C.C. DeVille's? Remind me to tell you the hair band/arena rock story sometime.

Donna Lee said...

I've been that way for a few days. I couldn't figure out what it was until my period started. Again. In less than 2 weeks. This getting older stuff is for the birds.

Mia said...

Please
Make it
Stop

::laughing::

But a waffle DOES sound good right about now :)

Cursing Mama said...

I'm not opposed to a little Poison...actually saw them in concert once.
Now I'm hungry for waffles, but I'll see if I can't find a fresh one....

Deb said...

If it's any consolation, I've taken two of those same dry, frozen waffles, sllathered ice cream between them and eaten that in desparation. Try it!

Knitting Linguist said...

It's clearly one of those weeks across the land. Even my dog is starting to slowly back out of the room when I come in. Hang in there, and enjoy the power and the Poison as small silver linings! (And honestly, my first thought was that you were going to tell us you were pregnant...)

Annie said...

I feel your pain Sheepie. I just got one of these
http://www.magno-pulse.com/product_info.php?cPath=21&products_id=28&_$ja=kw:Lady+Care|cgn:LadyCare+brand+-+main+terms|cgid:393734362|tsid:3008|cn:Magnopulse+-+brand+-+ladycare|mt:Exact|nw:search|crid:796393582

Too early yet to tell if it works, but I'll let you know

debsnm said...

I told my boss yesterday that I was going to get a big "CAUTION" sign for my cubicle, and the company should pay for it. It's a public service, after all - for their own safety.

Anonymous said...

Oh dear, well look on the bright side, you have the summer off!

I don't have air conditioning in my car or home.

I don't know why I said that. To cheer you up?

Poison huh? What about Motley Crue (did I spell that right?)

chocolate. eat some.

beth (big geek)

Or go buy a pair of shoes.

knitseashore said...

Pizza. Definitely pizza. And then the waffles and ice cream for dessert, with chocolate sauce.

And a BFK to cuddle with.

catsmum said...

you need to come over here where it's nice and cool
and Sheepie? avoid waffles that are more than ...oh...say...FOUR days ols, okay?

crzjane said...

I've had days like that. The chocolate idea is a really good one. I wish I had some chocolate right now. Wait, I have chocolate chips! They're good to eat even without cookie wrapped around them!
Hope your mood has improved.
Take care, pat a kitty or two. That should help a little.