Hello Hormones!

Oh Geez.

Hot flashes, night sweats, emotional roller-coaster. I’m really not sure that me or my husband is really equipped to handle this. I mean I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve ALWAYS been moody. Moody and emotional and a little weepy. I am a Pisces  after all.. and even though I don’t really know much about astrology, I know that I fit my sign.

I think that I am in the early stages of menopause, and I’m not happy about it. I know that it’s possible to still get pregnant, but I don’t think it’s the best idea. Neither of us is up for the demands of a newborn right now, and right now is all we have left. Blah. I really wanted the chance to be a for real bio mom, but being a stepmom is good too. I just hate the stigma that goes along with it, and Disney, well Disney can bite a big fat one.  I’m so sick of the Wicked Stepmom being the villain in all of their stories! Hell, we’re the villain in almost ALL stories. Lovely. And there goes my train of thought again… Le sigh!

My husband doesn’t really understand it… he’s never had to live through menopause… at least not that he can remember. His mom had the instant kind after a radical hysterectomy. Right after he was born. He doesn’t remember all the crazy that comes with it. He has NO clue what he’s in for.. and I have no way to prepare him. Well except for “Buckle up Babe… This is gonna get bumpy!”.

Hell, I don’t even know if I understand it! I go from the insanity of PMS and now the new and improved PMDD and now….. BLECH!

Who needs sanity when you can have a roller coaster??!!


You and Your D-bag Friends!

If you aren’t familiar with They Might Be Giants’ song Your Racist Friend, take 3 and a half minutes of your life and watch it…. you won’t regret it.


OK. Now replace racist with D-bag, and you have my husband’s friends. My husband is a non d-bag, and why he continues to think these guys are real friends is crazy to me. Each one is a super special d-bag in his own special way. The ring leader of the d-bags is a self-entitled prick, who has never held down a job successfully, or for more than a month. Ever. Seriously! But I digress. The reason they are d-bags today is because it’s Halloween. It is Hallow – freaking – ween and I am working on a quilt while watching the shining… alone. Why they made plans and nobody noticed that it was on Halloween, I will never understand. But there you have it. Him and his D-bag friends.

Now excuse me while I detach my finger from my sewing machine… damn psycho kids!!! The twins get me EVERY TIME.