I talk too much
I do. Blogging is good because it forces me to edit out the nonsense (well…a lot of it anyway). Blogging saves my friends from having to listen to some of my yammering on those days when I am most intensely yamm-ish.
I may be menopausal
Yeah. Possibly TMI. Deal with it.
Being menopausal (or nearly so) doesn’t exactly terrify me. I’m not thrilled either. I think mostly I’m sad about it today. I’m in the process of mourning my youth. Be gentle with me.
My daughter has a friend who raised a sheep last year. She learned that a sheep is called a lamb for the first two year of its life and is referred to as a mutton after that. I haven’t verified these facts…I’m just telling you a little story.
My daughter and I recently saw a woman who was clearly too old to be trying to look as “hot” as she was trying to look and Batgirl just turned and said to me, in her quiet way, “Now there’s a mutton trying to be a lamb.” I laughed way too hard. Yet, I think she made a good point. I’m still wrestling with it.
I don’t believe I try to look “hot” so I think I’m safe on that count. But I’m still a little frazzled with this business of ‘age-appropriateness’. *sigh*
I cook because I have to. I do NOT enjoy it
Let me just hang in my sewing room while someone else takes care of the kitchen. PLEASE. Is it really necessary to eat every day? Really? Every day? *another sigh*
I hate being frugal.
*this sigh speaks entirely for itself*
dogmatism makes me catty
The older I get the less inclined I am to take a hard line on anything. Practically the instant someone begins with a “this is how it should be” sentence, I’ve walked away…either literally or mentally. Occasionally, though, I’m in exactly the wrong frame of mind and I will challenge said dogmatism. I usually regret it.
It’s not that I am afraid of conflict. I’ve just learned that some conflict is a stupid waste of my time. And conflict with someone who is “my way or the highway” is a surer waster of time. If they feel they’ve got God on their side then the time wasting goes up exponentially with each word uttered. That’s when I run.
So there you have it.
I have nothing more to say at this time.
Tell me something about you. That’s much more interesting.