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Whew! Life! It's time to get down and let her rip! |
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{f:comic} It's time to get SERIOUS. I haven't been writing due to life but I know now if I let life stand in the way of my talent I will loose it. I have to write or read about writing. I have to hand write in journals. I have to be active on this sight. I need to read the literature I want to write! We all have to get with the program or get off the speed boat of life. |
| Let's see if the 4 I added for my BLOG RING works. I don't think I have the my blog URL down pat. Let me know folks? |
| Life...what a word. How am I going to continue to make it? I'm trying. I feel my personality is going down the drain. I wish my ADD, depression, menopause and everything that is sucking the life out of me would go with it. |
| mmmm...on a hot humid day taking breaks in between cleaning my big green, Native American area rug my dearest husband brings me a big cup of vanilla ice cream with big pecans with suggary syrup. Makes me want to do unheard of things especially since neither I nor my husband wants any sexual desire. I will put it on the back burner but as for my ice cream be perpared for me to eat you! Diane |
| After several months of hot flashes, night sweats, and occasion mood swings that irratated my husband to no end; he now has low hormones as well. Did you know that men can go through menopause or is it equally named womenopause!? Now he can feel how I feel and maybe, just maybe he won't laugh as his hormones slowly sneak out of his precious body. I use patches and he now takes shots. I've been so bad before that I could've ate my patches. Don't laugh...you'll get your comupings as they say in the sunny, hot, humid southeast section of America! |
| In the book "An Artist Way" by Julia Cameron it says to do your morning pages. When you first get up you just do kinda of a stream of consciousness! Whew, can you imagine mine? If not, let me just tell you the night of Katrina in little Union Chapel, the suburbs of a small town. I live on Buttermilk Rd., named that because in the olden, golden days by the time the milk truck got to our road it clabbered and made buttermilk! Anyway, the morning after Katrina stuck us with no power. My oil lamp was burning as I was trying to read "Miss Julia Speaks her Mind." Needless to say have you ever tried reading with an oil lamp. Pity Mr. Benjamin Franklin for having to do so! Anyway, I had took my new manic, depressive medicine that I don't know why I am on. I am having severe downs but highs, not me. Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night because the noise, heat, humility, night sweats from meopause, and the constant noise of my husband passing gas in the next room kept me up. I decided I might as well pee-pee. Imagine on that medicine feeling like I had took a hit of LSD or ate mushrooms from cow patties. I got lost in my bedroom and began hitting walls. I thought I was in a maze. After several attempts of feeling and bumping my way around I made it to the toliet in hopes that my husband didn't leave the seat up so I would fall in. I am safe. I wasn't flushed! |
| Awwww, if I didn't have so much to think about and now I am trying to get GP's for an upgrade. I really hope I don't run out of my Hormone patches before I get this done. Oh, and guess what you men out there? Did you know that you can go through the "Change?" Well, my dear hubby went to the dear doctor today and his hormone level was really down. They will have to give him shots. I hope he grows some b-----...some big ones. |
| Well, do not ladies get your husband to cut your hair. Do you want to look like the boy who is on the Dutch Boy paint's can? Of course not! But me who do you think I look like? I went from a raven Indian woman's long hair to that and I'm not suppose to be mad. I think I'll just go downstairs and fight!@ Diane |
| Oh, those raging hormones. When will this stop? Why did it have to happen when I have two elderly family members to take care of. A Jack Russel. A disabled husband. A son in jail. A daughter at Hooter's. World is falling apart. Guess I'll hike. Gas is too high too? Let Bush open his oil wells in Texas. He will when he gets out of office anyway. |
| Remember the Beatle's song....when you still want me when I'm 64. I keep thinking how bout 81. My Aunt is an unthinkable person at this age. She keeps giving her account number to everyone who calls on the phone. Wanting to make that million before she passes on. I read that India's people have plenty of money but they are more into the spiritual side of life. Maybe the song should go if you don't get b----- will I still love you when you're 103. I'll bet my son will still be living with me! Ugh! |
| I wish I could look upon the days as possitive but as I sit at the computer having nothing to write. Patches stuck on me for this stupid Men-o-pause...I hope for peace in my soul. The only thing that can help now is for them to stick a hormone the size of a bee-bee under my skin to release hormones. Going to the doctor soon. Need GP's to continue subscription. Need prayers also. Diane |
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