Wednesday, September 27, 2006


In case you're in the market.

I Know

See, I tried being subtle, but apparently that didn't work.

I just want you to know that I know.

I know that you've been visiting my blog.

I know when you visit, how long you stay, and whether you are at home or at work.

I know how you get here and where you go when you leave.

I just wanted you to know that I know.

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It Just Keeps Getting Better

Me: "I'm going to run out to A. C. Moore before my meeting."

Rich: "I love that store."

Me: "A. C. Moore?"

Rich: "Yeah, the crafts store, right? I love that place."

Can you believe it? A man who knows what A. C. Moore is and who isn't afraid to shop there. Stay back, ladies, because he's mine - all mine!

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Things Change

Despite the forecast, the sun was out. The clouds were whisking their way across the sky, but Rich and I thought maybe it would be a nice day after all. Five minutes later, it was pouring. And five minutes after that, sun again.

It's going to be one of those days.

I have been sleeping very well since my procedure on Wednesday. I started the blood pressure medication (at half dose) and so far no side effects. We'll see what happens when I go full power starting tomorrow. Since it is a diuretic, I may be going to the bathroom more frequently. But since I have to get up from my desk and walk there and back, I'll be getting more exercise. Bonus! In all seriousness, I do need to get more exercise. And I have no reason for not doing so, only excuses.

I was chatting with Julie and Susan Friday night. You should have heard us. A bunch of 40-something women talking about sleep patterns and hot flashes and night sweats and I realized that I was becoming one of those women. You know the kind - the ones who are going through menopause and all you hear about are the hot flashes and the night sweats etc. Now, I'm not going through menopause - not yet. But I remember about 10 years ago when I first joined my women's group and there was this one woman who talked about perimenopause all the time.

It may have already begun.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Sick Day

I really thought I would be able to go to work after my doctor's appointment this morning. Turns out things were a bit more complicated than I realized.

The good news is that ultimately I underwent a different procedure and I think we'll get some conclusive results on this last round of tests. The bad news is that my blood pressure was through the roof. They wouldn't allow me to leave until they had secured an appointment with my primary care physician. Starting tomorrow, I will be on blood pressure medication.

I am officially old.

I didn't want to have to be on medication, but I've been screwing around with the blood pressure for two years now, and while it seemed to have come back down, it's up again and I certainly haven't done anything (like exercise) to bring it down. Maybe the meds are just what I need.

All I know is that I took one of those stupid "Real Age" tests the other day, and after saying that yes, I did have high blood pressure, my real age suddenly jumped several years. If going on the medication will keep me around a few years longer, then so be it.

But just to make myself feel better about the whole thing, I came home and booked another cruise.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Wide Awake

Getting old sucks.

Ever since I moved back into the house, I've had problems sleeping. Ignoring the obvious fact that Rich is not by my side, I can't figure it out. Why did I wake up at 4:00 a.m.? And why was I not able to simply close my eyes and go back to sleep? It's not like I laid there staring at the clock. I closed my eyes. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was calm and relaxed. Sleep, she just did not come.

So up I got. Isn't that what they recommend? To just get up and do something? Fine. I've still got the dishes from Sunday that need to be done, especially if I'm going to be cooking dinner for Rich tonight. And videos that need to be collected and returned to the library. And rebate forms that need to be filled out and mailed in.

I am so going to need a nap by 2:00 p.m.

Was going through my greeting card box the other day and was reminded that September is National Potato Month. In case you want to make note of it.

Did I tell you about the UBND? He is now simply the BND. Yes, believe it or not, he got a job! Mostly for the benefits - you know, health insurance. Again, sucks getting old.

I don't know whether I'll do it or not, but it seems that change is in the air. I'm thinking of going back to my roots - whatever they might be. How would I look with Hot Cocoa colored hair? Yes, blondes have more fun but I'm just tired of having to color my hair every month. I'm thinking of doing a darker rinse in, one that's supposed to be temporary/wash out, but which will be permanent if applied on top of my totalled stripped and bleached blonde hair.

Of course, if I don't like it, I can always go back to being blonde. I'll let you know ...

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

And You Need Ice Cube Trays Because...?

So I'm moving back into my house, and one of the things I have to do is run around the house putting things back where they belong. It never ceases to amaze me how haphazard people can be in the kitchen.

When you arrived, weren't all the pots and pans stacked neatly in the cupboard? Was it not obvious that pots and baking dishes go in the pull-out drawers and storage containers, be they glass or plastic, go in the lazy susan? Then why in hell are there pieces of Tupperware (using the term generically much like Xerox) in the pull-out drawers? And what possessed you to put the 10" frying pan on top of the 6" sauce pan? AAARRRGGHH!

But here's the most perplexing thing. The freezer has an automatic ice cube maker. So why are there ice cube trays on top of the fridge?

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