Menopause

My 17 year old daughter asked me this morning if I was going through menopause. I snapped at her about something last night, after she made a statement that I felt was a personal attack. After having a discussion with her boyfriend, whose mother is older and has gone through menopause and he suggested that I, too, might be going through this period in my life, she asked me that question.

According to Wikipedia (I know, not the scholarly website of the year!), the psychological symptoms include:

Psychological
mood disturbance
irritability
fatigue
memory loss and problems with concentration
depression

All of the above could be caused by other people, not by my own biological clock reminding me that I have more wrinkles than my old wadded up sheets, weight and fat are busily making nests in my trunk and in my branches, and that I am no longer able to get my way using my feminine ways other than the offer of help with my groceries by the pimple-faced grocery bagger?

Could it be that either I am just a mean and crazy woman in general or that I expect nothing less than perfection from the other members in my family as well as the rest of the human race? I don't believe this is too much to ask, do you?

Snow Day

We are still in the midst of an ice storm. I would complain, but it means that my 4 day work week got turned into a 2.5 day work week and another 3 day weekend. I know they say anything can happen on a snow day......I wonder if "anything" means still sitting on the couch at 10:30 in my PJs with the dog attached to my side and watching bad movies? Maybe I'll venture out today.........maybe!

Wordless Wednesday #2 - What to do with your old GI Joe's

Wordless Wednesday

Trained Dogs vs. Trained Dog Owners

We have a 2 year old Cocker-Spaniel named Mojo. He certainly lives up to his name. I have a ritual every week day. I go home for lunch. This isn't to say that I don't enjoy going home for lunch. I would much prefer going home and eating leftovers or even something plucked from the freezer than spending my lunch hour waiting in line with the crowd at the BX or driving to a drive-thru off base or a nicer restaurant and eating enough for two. It also gives me some time away from the office for a break. Depending on his day, my man will sometimes go home with me. Here is the way it works:

I leave work. (I pick the man up after leaving work if he goes with.) I drive the 12 miles to my house. I go in and am greeted by 2 silly pups, jumping, wagging their tales, and excited and happy to see me. I open the back door and let the black Lab out. She does her business. Mojo, on the other hand, dances around, wags his tail some more, jumps some more, and does his best imitation of a pirate. ARRRRGGGHHH! (Did I mention he is VERY sassy when he has been left alone?) I ask them if they are ready for lunch. They dance around some more, wagging their tails all over the place. Then I head off to the fridge where I take my lunch out. AND their lunch. Oh yes, I fix them lunch every day. It is usally sliced up hot dogs, but occasionally extra left overs. Sliced, yep. Otherwise there been instances of hot dogs not staying where they need to be. Anyway....I eat my lunch, they eat their lunch, and FINALLY, Mojo is ready to go outside and do his business, but ONLY after all of my lunch is gone and he realizes he won't be getting any more.

My husband is wrong. I am trainable.

Big Night Out

As I am sure those couple of you who are reading my blog are dying to find out how big my night was, I am here to share! We went to dinner with our friends, out to Outback. We hadn't eaten there since our days in Washington state. I had the Clam Chowder to start.....only telling you this because it was absolutely fantastic! I could have just eaten that! Anyway, we didn't make it home until 9:15! Told you we would be home by 10! We were only out that late because the restaurant had a 50 minute wait. Anyway, there you go, in a nutshell. I am old. And dull. Maybe it was my date who is old and dull? I'd prefer to think so rather than myself!

Saturdays

Saturdays are always such an exciting day around our household. There is minimal sleeping in as the boy has bowling at 9:30. Then it's home to have some lunch and of course, attack the never ending laundry pile. Then he and the hubby head off to baseball practice at 3 to 5, then it is usually home for supper and some TV and eventually bed, with some homework mixed in there somewhere. Many times, though, we also end up with 2 to 3 more boys for the weekly sleepover. (Am I putting anyone else to sleep yet???) Well, tonight the boy has a birthday party/sleepover to attend while the girl is spending the day with her boyfriend at his hockey games than on to dinner out. So, we are going out with our own friends. Of course, we came upon them through our son's friend and the friend will also be at the sleepover. Sounds like a good night for a late night out on the town! Expect us home by 10! lol Oh well. Maybe when we hit 50.