I've noticed that when I've gone to the grocery store I always bitch because I can walk out of the store with $25 of groceries in 10 bags. Is it a conspiracy by the supermarket chains (of which there are only three in Columbus (and no, I don't count Wal-Mart)) to make their customers think that they're getting sooooo many bags of groceries for the money? When I'm feeling particularly frisky, I try to instruct the high school baggers that they really can put more than one item in the bag and bread and potato chips in the same bag won't morph into some indescribable, indigestible mass of gross food product. Oh it feels so good to act so superior to those uneducated teenagers.

Today I went to Kohls to replace my walking shoes, get my fall purse and a couple pair of pants and dressier tops for work. After the cashier finished putting my (new) clothes and (new) purse in the bag, she then proceeded to stuff the (large) shoe box into the bag. I guess she saw my look of sarcastic incredulity because she offered to use two bags "if I want her to." I don't know, you've already scrunched everything into one bag after taking an exorbitant amount of time to take each piece of clothing off the hanger, hang the empty hanger on the proper rung, tell me how everything I chose was so pretty, and made sure that I really wanted size 10 shoes (no, I don't want size 10 shoes, but that's what fits me). Of course I told her (sarcastically) "no, that's okay."

You know, next time someone asks me what I'm good at, I can truthfully tell them that I have sarcasm down pat.

And no, I didn't sleep well last night....

There's just no satisfying me.

I've noticed that when I've gone to the grocery store I always bitch because I can walk out of the store with $25 of groceries in 10 bags. Is it a conspiracy by the supermarket chains (of which there are only three in Columbus (and no, I don't count Wal-Mart)) to make their customers think that they're getting sooooo many bags of groceries for the money? When I'm feeling particularly frisky, I try to instruct the high school baggers that they really can put more than one item in the bag and bread and potato chips in the same bag won't morph into some indescribable, indigestible mass of gross food product. Oh it feels so good to act so superior to those uneducated teenagers.

Today I went to Kohls to replace my walking shoes, get my fall purse and a couple pair of pants and dressier tops for work. After the cashier finished putting my (new) clothes and (new) purse in the bag, she then proceeded to stuff the (large) shoe box into the bag. I guess she saw my look of sarcastic incredulity because she offered to use two bags "if I want her to." I don't know, you've already scrunched everything into one bag after taking an exorbitant amount of time to take each piece of clothing off the hanger, hang the empty hanger on the proper rung, tell me how everything I chose was so pretty, and made sure that I really wanted size 10 shoes (no, I don't want size 10 shoes, but that's what fits me). Of course I told her (sarcastically) "no, that's okay."

You know, next time someone asks me what I'm good at, I can truthfully tell them that I have sarcasm down pat.

And no, I didn't sleep well last night....

A full nite's sleep

I'm what the doctors perimenopausal. Simply (and crudely) put, menopausal is when the female reproductive system is all dried up. Perimenopausal is when the female reproductive system is drying up. Okay, I'm still not dried up but I've got all the other symptoms - hot flashes, insomnia and slow mood swings. I say slow because when I would get PMS I knew the DAY FROM HELL would only last 24 hours. Now the DAY FROM HELL can last over a week! Of course I have hot flashes throughout the day AND NIGHT. And before I know it, I CAN'T SLEEP. That's what has been happening to me for the last week and a half. So all through last week, through the holiday weekend I couldn't sleep more than 1 or 2 hours at a time. Medication wasn't helping. Keeping the fan directly on me while in bed didn't help (luckily I didn't catch a cold). It got so bad yesterday that I finally took (a little) more of my sleeping meds than what is prescribed. AND IT WORKED! 7-1/2 hours of uninterrupted sleep! The result? I felt human and I think I actually treated my coworkers with civility and only cussed out one driver.

And whenever I complain to either my family doctor or OB/GYN (can I stop using OB now? It ain't going to happen), they express incredulity that I'm perimenopausal because I'm so young. Up to now I've held off starting any hormone therapy, but I'm ready to start now.

P.S. How can I get people to read my blog?