Nope, I told Wiz that you're buying. She was tickled pink.

*heading to Dollar Store for brown paper lunch bags*

Don't be expecting extra meat on your sandwich either...

Note to self: Eat before lunch with Wiz & dingbat.




Hey, where the heck is Flygirl? Somebody call Tattoo and find out where de plane went.

I'm feeling okie dokie today, I guess, but just wondering where all the time goes. I ccan't believe this is thursday already. I feel like I'm in a time warp all the time now.

Remember the song "Turn Around"? I was only 18 yrs old......turn around and I'm grown with Kids of my own, a Loving Husband, and a great life........turn around and I'm 67 with Kids grown, Hubby dead and NO LIFE!

It's all just flying by too fast for me. I hate it!!

Talk about being full of encouragement...NOT!

No kidding, Sal, just last night I had the striking realization that it was already dark at 8:40. That really knocks the wind out of my sails every year. For some reason for me, it signifies the beginning of an end every year. I don't suppose MI winters help that much.

Lately, so much is changing around me and inside me, I am just detached from it all. Oh well, life will go on with or without me, so I had better go do something.

I am here. Just had way too much life (reality) in my face this week.

Quickly drives in with my half a car and lifts up Flygirl's face

Cindy, I wanna gooooo with ya! Gawd I miss the days when I could just take off for months at a time!! I wish I was still free and easy ( don't start!!)

Sal, ya sound down. Oh how I wish that clock could be turned back, for all of us. If wishes were horses...sigh.

DM- I want roast beef on my sandwich, with hot cappicola and sandwich pepperoni and cranberry hot mustard and fresh garden tomato and pepper jack cheese please!!

Shoot! Now I have to go make a sandwich!!

I hear ya' RW, but girl, be so careful about what you wish for!!! This trip was supposed to be 6 months backpacking Europe 10 years from now.

I think you've been eating at too many bridal showers.

Make her a real sandwich dm, shaved roast beef w/Swiss, mustard, lettuce, maybe a little horseradish. Throw a huge dill pickle spear on the side and send her packing. Fru-fru food has its limits.

Whut up witchu, FG?



You guys, I have to be honest. I think my hormones are raging out of control. I'm 44 and pre, off the pill, with a fickle calendar these days, but everything sends me into a meltdown anymore. I'm waaaaay overreacting to everything. Some of my friendships are in transitional phases and every single thing totally sets me off. I'm sick of living this freakin' gimpy way too, and between the two "M"s I'm going out of my mind. Someone just shoot me!!!

Ooooh!

Backpacking in Europe!!

I was perusing the new National Geographic Adventure Mag and reading about a guy who went to Alaska because of a Robert Service poem. His report was about the ANWR oil drilling debate. They hiked and rafted from one edge of the ANWR to the Beaufort Sea. I could FEEL myself out there and I almost cried.

I am jealous that you have the big M!! I want it so bad that sometimes I go outside and scream COME ONNNNNNNNNNNN MENOPAUSE!! ( I wait til the neighbors go home for the season ) At 48 I expected to see some sort of sign that the torture would soon be over but NOOOOO...39 years of the cramps and heavy flow and no kids to show for the torture...I am READY TO BE DONE WITH IT!! I am seriously considering ending the whole thing surgically but still hold out hope that it will just hurry up and end already!!