Category Archives: Growing old

Think I owe a hair update…

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…it is still not colored.

I’m tired of doing it.

I had to file my taxes early so that we could fill out and submit financial aid forms for college.

I’m getting a refund.

It got deposited yesterday.

Work is having another convention booth down in LA at the end of March.

I’ve lost 9 lbs.

I’m stressed and not sleeping enough.

I deserve a rest.

I deserve a treat.

Mid-March I will be going for the works.

Mid-March plus one day:

The before mid-March will be forgotten.

No grey hairs.

A sassy new haircut.

A happy me.

…and I won’t scare anybody off at the convention.

Bring it.

Winter WonderSuck…

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More like Winter WTF?!?

Not much to say here except that there has been a whole bunch of SUCK going on…as in lots of little sucky things have happened to add up to one giant HOOVER.  And from what I’ve been reading in other blogs, I’m not the only ones who has had a Hoover sort of week.  WTF?!?

Whatever.

It is over now – so far as I know.

I’ll take it.

I won’t take the daily afternoon hot flashes though.  Mother nature can have those back.

Reigning in the Chaos…a little at a time…

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This past week has been a doozy, but I sit here today typing, so I obviously survived the dooziness.

A lot of things have changed lately, from where I sit, for the better.  Here are a few tidbits:

  1. I was starting a new online shop.  I’ve cancelled it for now.
  2. I was whole-hog on the looking-for-a-new-place.  I’ve slowed down.
  3. I had signed up to do a local craft fair (at my complex, this weekend actually). I cancelled.
  4. I felt like crap all the time.  I’ve changed my eating habits and I’m moving again (as in easing back into something that can be called exercising). 
  5. I was trying to remember too much with a memory that isn’t as good as it used to be.  I’ve emptied the extras out onto paper and left other things forgotten. If they were important, I’ll find out soon enough.  Then I’ll add them to my calendar or my notes.

All of them important changes that add up to me being able to sleep again.  Not stressing over where I should be and what I should be doing or when things should be done or how many things still need doing.

Life is complicated enough, I really don’t need to make it more so.

There were many things (both big and small) that signalled me that I really needed to change my ways.

The two most obvious things:

  1. My body was screaming for mercy.
  2. I sat down in front of some very pretty sparkly jewelry supplies, had a zillion ideas in my head about what to do with all those pretty sparkly things and could do nothing but look at the pretty sparkly things and think “ooh, pretty sparkly things, aren’t they pretty and sparkly?”.

When my body talks so loudly (or in this case just about whacks me over the head with a baseball bat) and my creativity STOPS, I know there is something wrong.  Not only has something been wrong for a long time, but I’ve been ignoring it.  Bad Donna. Bad.

This time, I sat back and looked at ALL aspects of what was going on, not just the one that was complaining the most.  I unloaded the unnecessary things, rearranged the necessary things, and added some new very necessary things.

I am by no means done, but I have a very good start.

Now if I could just get back all those lost hours of sleep, I’d be golden. 🙂

Note: I know I am moving in the right direction.  I was able to sleep last night even after having 2 earthquakes yesterday that scared the living daylights out of me.

A New Beginning for the Chaos

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Along with everything else going on round here, The Chaos might be moving.

Donna and Spencer of The Chaos are tired of commuting. We’re tired of the heat.

Things are being donated, recycled, and thrown out.  Just in case.

The Chaos Nest is down-sizing.  Whether it moves or not.  Spencer is applying for colleges and financial aid.

I’m in denial.

I go tomorrow to my first open house.  I’m putting together my folder with anything and everything I think I might need.  Can’t forget my checkbook either.

I’m excited, scared, and all sorts of other emotions I can’t even identify.

It’s just too much right now, but it has to be done.

Life goes on.

I was going to say if you don’t hear from me for a few weeks it means I’m busy moving, but, well, um…that’s usually the status quo here.

I’ll keep you posted. Promise.

In the meantime, light those candles, send the mojo, say your prayers, or rattle your beads… I really like the place I’m going to see tomorrow after work.

Wish me luck.

It’s been over a month…

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…since my last post.

So, what have I been up to?

Basically a whole lotta nuttin’.

My to-do list grows daily, hourly even, as more ideas pop into my already crowded brain.

And I really shouldn’t act on any of those until I get a few things in my life cleaned up and straightened out.

Mainly my apartment and the reality that my son is a senior now and pretty well grown and getting ready to leave the nest.

I have to get my apt in order so I can move. I need a change of pace and somewhere not so hot, dry, dusty and pollen laiden. Good luck finding something convenient for me at a price I can afford, right? ack.

I have to come to terms with the whole “empty nesting” reality.

Bottom line, I don’t feel (mentally) like I’m old enough to be going through the empty nest bit…although sometimes I look and feel (physically) way more than old enough. Gah.

Where did the years go?!?

So what have I been doing?

Watching netflix and playing Wheel of Fortune on my new netbook.

Yeah, lots getting done here at Casa de Chaos. (she wrote sarcastically)

I feel like I’m living a comedy bit from the 70’s. Can’t remember who it was but I thought it was totally hilarious way back then…

Teacher: So what did you do on your summer vacation?
Student: I got up, I got dressed, I went to the corner and hung out with my friends, I came home, I ate dinner, I went to bed.

Teacher: What did you do the second day of your summer vacation?
Student: I got up, I got dressed, I went to the corner and hung out with my friends, I came home, I ate dinner, I went to bed.

Etc etc etc…

Now, it’s not so funny.

I am so stuck in a deep rut.

I’d say “Calgon take me away”, but that would only may my rut muddy, and then it would be even more difficult to get up and out of it.

(I know, pretty lame attempt at humor.)
Time to reset, recharge, re-whatever my reality.

Happy Birthday to me!

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OK, so I thought I had figured out something to count for my birthday.

I thought it would be clever to count down the minutes to my actual time of birth so long ago…
But then that would entail 47 monotonous posts.
There are tons of minutes in the day, but I don’t feel like wasting any of them doing post after post after post.
Then I thought, I’ll just put them all in one but that would be totally b.0.r.i.n.g. and how the heck would I organize it?
So I’m writing this all to tell you I was born at 8:39am 47 years ago…and I’m setting this to auto post so that I can get it all precise-like and now I can go relax for the night.
I’m going to go knit for 47 minutes. The first Dr Who sock is complete and I’ve already cast on and finished the toe of it’s quasi-twin.

Sigh…

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It is official.

Spencer and I just spent 1.5 hours at the local DMV office getting his driver’s permit. As long as he follows the zillion and one rules they attach to it, he’s a legal driver.

In 2 days he turns 16.

I…am old.

Summer…

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Well here we are…Summer.

Mom’s b-day, Spencer’s b-day, my b-day… plus all sorts of other things going on.

Spencer starts his First. Job. Ever. on June 28th.

Can he really be turning 16?!? Good Grief!

He’s very excited, I’m feeling so old…am not looking forward to turning 47 next month.

Freakin 47. Figured I should get all my aging angst out of the way for the next few years so that when I turn 50 I can do so without flipping out. We’ll see in 3 years. 🙂

Almost done with Mom’s b-day socks. If you are my friend on Facebook, they are my secret project. Mom’s b-day was back on June 4th, and it’s about to be about a zillion degrees hot where they live, but yes, I’m knitting her a pair of socks – and they are late. Just shut it.

My Sis reads the blog, but Mom doesn’t go near the computer, and Sis already isn’t saying anything to Mom about the socks, so it’s safe to post here.

Have a few other things I’ve been making for her and my Sis, so will send those off with the socks. The Socks should be done in the next few days. Hope I remember to take photos of all this stuff before I send it all off – I get excited to finish things and mail them and then realize I didn’t take photos! D’oh!