Night Owl

Why is it always 11:00 at night before I decide I will do something here? I feel crummy, I'm tired and grouchy, and have so much on my mind that I can't sleep. I am screaming into the black hole of blog world and no one can hear me or really cares anyway. Hello? Anyone out there?

Let's see... I think my topic will be women tonight. Women in general...I have had a few years experience being a woman, (OK, all my life, no, I am not a he-she; and YES, I KNOW that isn't politically correct.. see my first paragraph.....grouchy, tired and I am talking to myslef anyway!)so maybe I can speak with some expertise on that subject (being a woman, that is).
Don't worry, I will give man a fair shake and make them a topic one night soon. Maybe I won't be so grouchy, and I can say nice things.

So......women....We are softer, shorter, not as strong as the male, intelligence is about the same as man in general, although I know a few who would argue with that. I say it all evens out statistically. I think our big contribution to the world (other than the propagation of the species, which is of mammoth importance...but you do need the other side for that) is liking pretty stuff. Was that a run-on sentence? Wasn't well crafted, but again.....talking to NO ONE. YES, liking pretty stuff makes us very important to the world, the world economy, and civilization. Don't believe me? Well, take all of the pretty stuff out of the world and what would you have? No landscaping, no Linens n Things store, no Pier One Imports.....For heavens' sake, there would only be places for food and clean underwear...Need I go on? We make worldwide employment opportunities to create, produce, and sell pretty stuff to us. The West was won by men but it was civilized and prettied up by women. Men want power and money. Women want to take that money and make everything pretty. If I didn't want to buy pretty stuff I probably wouldnt' work. Think about it, how much stuff in your house do you really need? I just bought a garden bench for my deck. I can't sit on it , but I love to look at it. It's PRETTY! It was originally $200.00....now come on, was that really necessary? But someone made it for me, a woman. Guaranteed a man wouldn't have bought a bench you can't sit on.

CANKLES!!!

It must be summer, I have cankles again. For those of you who do not know what a cankle is, it is a calf/ankle. You know, where your ankles are so swelled up that they have no shape and it is just a straight shot from your calves to your feet. I really hate that. Of course, along with cankles come sausage toes. You get the idea, right? I do love the long days of summer and the flowers in bloom, trees that are green, etc. etc...but I cannot abide the heat. I have a friend who LOVES the heat. She works outside in 98 degrees and can't understand why people have their air conditioners on. She wears thermal underwear when it gets to 65 outside. Heck, at 65 I am just coming alive. Now that is perfect weather! Anyhing above 78 gives me cankles and sausage toes. Then, of course, there is the sweat. I hate to sweat...it's, well, it' sweat, what more do I have to say? I married a heavy sweater......that didn't come out exactly like I expected, but anyway, on a hot day he can lose up to 10 pounds. He looks like he showered with his clothes on! OK, I think that is as gross as I am going to get on sweat. Sadly, it is only mid-June and I have a good 3 months to deal with cankles, sausage toes, sweating, hot cars, steering wheels, and leather seats that have been in the sun all day, and the inability to whine about it at home because my husband and son work outside everyday. For some reason, they are not very sympathetic...go figure.

Newbie!

Well, here I sit. I have stared at this screen for what seems to be a decade, when in fact it has been about 30 seconds. I am a middle-aged grandmother who created a blog. What was I thinking? Until about 2 months ago I would have guessed a blog to be something I needed to clean up off the floor.

The weird thing is, when I was growing up, to have someone read your personal journal was an absolute sin! I can remember hiding in a closet with a flashlight trying to pry open my sister's diary so I could find out all of her secrets. (Sorry, Pat) Here we are in the days of anonymous cyberspace spilling our guts to the whole world. We can say anything we want and the possibility runs from just your family seeing it (or not dependent upon if you tell them about it), to it being broadcast on the nightly news. By the way, I am 5'6", blonde, blue eyes, with an hourglass figure........(You don't know!)

Truth is, my son has a blog "The Doctor's Office" I would put a link to it here, but I don't know how.http://doclove.blogspot.com/ OOOOI think I just learned how! I feel like I am spiraling downward, I can't figure out what to do next. Maybe I will just hit publish and see what hap