Warning: the following blog talks about "lady stuff"... men beware

aging gracefully... sounds blissful doesn't it? what does that even mean? so as my 34th birthday hunts me down like a pack of wild hyenas after the Lion King, i'm finding myself thinking about this phrase "aging gracefully" more and more... i'm almost losing sleep over it... i'm realizing that i feel like i'm the total opposite of said phrase and its making me a grumpy pants :/

case in point: this morning i was on the computer, checking emails, fb'ing, reading the news- my normal morning stuff, when all of a sudden i hear music- it's the song i have as my mamma's ringtone, so i thought she was calling.  So i jump up from the computer desk, I nearly break a hip because the handle of the chair is wedged underneath the glass desk, all the while balancing out a flat screen monitor that nearly topples over, i dart towards the bedroom, and realize my phone is in my hand- and its not ringing! I walk back to the computer and the song that was playing was from the music player on my blog.  If this were any other day, i may have laughed till i peed my pants, but today isn't just any day.  Today is Wednesday, and i've been thinking about this getting older business for several days now. So today, when i almost destroyed the computer area by leaping out of my seat as graceful as a geriatric gazelle,  the situation at hand was not funny- not funny at all.

do you ever feel like you are losing your mind?

do you walk into a room, full speed ahead, on a mission- and then spend the next 15 minutes trying to remember what that oh so important mission was?

do you run around your house frantically looking for keys that are in your hand or your pocket?

have you ever dialed a phone number, the person answers and you blank out- you forgot who you called?

Gosh i hope its not just me... i'm going to choose to blame all of this on menopause...  33 year olds aren't suppose to be thrust into this wonderful stage of life, til they are a seasoned older woman- i didn't have a choice- my inside lady parts decided to revolt and because they have a medical degree, and mine is in criminal justice- i decided to listen to my doctors and opt for a total hysterectomy... so here i am. a 33 year old who feels like a 70 year old. hot flashes, short term memory loss, taking my shot of metamucil every morning, boobs that are heading south faster than a college student trying to get to Cancun for spring break... ughhhh.

I have a blessed life, so i'm not going to complain "too" much ;)  its just that, i feel way too young to be going through some of these things, and this is my blog- so i can write whatever i want!

Thank you for listening to me rant- but if you want to make me feel better, leave a comment assuring me that what i'm going through is just a phase, or just stress from moving, or blame it on menopause or just say something witty that will make me giggle...

love- Angy