Disjointed Ramblings

Went out last night with the girls and had a great time. Mostly we sit and talk about our lives. It’s especially interesting since though we are all relatively close in age, we are at very different stages in our relationship live. Good looking is single and was looking, though she recently started dating someone very, very special, Sweetie and her husband are empty nesters, living far away from the grandkids, but close to the granddog and I am the mother of teens who both dreams about and dreads the empty nest days. We have different political beliefs, different religions different out looks on life, but we always have a great time together. Most of that is because we can and do talk about anything. Nothing is taboo and while we offer feedback on each others actions, it is loving feedback. In a way they are like my husband or my therapist. I can say what I feel or think and know they will still love me. It’s what friendship should be.


My parents frequently say that getting older is not for sissies. The physical changes are hard to take. I can see some of what they are saying in my own life. I take medicine for blood pressure and recently I have started to feel lightheaded when I get up in the morning. The feeling gets worse after I take my shower. The other day I bent over to pick up the dirty clothes thought I going to pass out. I could not walk in a straight line and even holding on to the furniture I staggered around like a drunk, and no I don’t drink a bottle of wine before I even get out of bed. I do have an appointment with the stupid doctor (he’s not stupid and I like him-but it makes me feel better to call him the stupid doctor-though not to his face) next week. I guess that is a good thing.

My life seems to be paralleling plain-Jane (through no fault of her own), Boy B is now obsessed with that dang World of Warcraft –or some such name- game. The worst part of it is has taken over my laptop so he can play on it while Boy A hogs the table top. I am going through computer withdrawal. I have to admit it that I think Hubby is happier, I talk to him now instead of catching up on my blogs and playing dynamite.

This was just a series of disjointed stories, I am feeling disjointed. It took me an extra half hour to get to work because their was an accident on the beltway, the beltway was backed up and the feeder roads were also backed up. Unfortunately the folks on Route 70 don’t realize the far left lane is all mine.