Confessions of a One-Track Mind

I've been having a rough couple of days. Yesterday, with no warning whatsoever, I got hit with my first period in two years and three months. (I'd forgotten what a massively icky nuisance it is, although this one seems a little extreme, I gotta say.) I don't think it's a sign of something wrong with my lady-parts; I have anecdotal accounts from other women who've had a sudden recurrence after a long drought. It may be mind over matter, my subconscious ramping things up after my birthday, trying to rouse one last hurrah from a tired uterus.

Another theory: There is scientific evidence that being around other women who are having hormonal surges can trigger one's own hormones, in which case, I blame it on J, whose cycle tends to be sporadic, and who got hers last weekend. Supporting this is the fact that I was always commendably regular, and the ONLY time in three decades that I ever had mid-cycle spotting, I was hanging out with J's mother.

Third theory (This one's a stretch!): I've read that there are some substances that can cause bleeding (or miscarriages) if taken in quantity, and one of them is licorice. I've been on a Good 'n' Plenty/Twizzlers kick lately---maybe in conjunction with hormones and whatever?!

Anyway, I had to run down to WalMart, because OF COURSE I didn't have supplies with me (and even if I'd been home, I haven't got that much anymore), which infuriates me: Food stamps won't pay for that, and cash is, as always, at a premium, no pun intended.

Begged off media night with J, as I'm crampy and don't feel like moving, let along going wnywhere. Called GK and chatted for a half-hour about her new home in NM and how she likes it. (A lot!) I asked her what the job market is like...I know, I'd be doing good to visit, let alone relocate, but the thought of locking up my crappy house in a crappy neighborhood and departing for someplace interesting and new sounds SO appealing.

Now, if I can just figure out what I can do for dinner that doesn't entail going out...frozen lasagna, here I come. Blergh.

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Mother Nature has decided to be a bitch again---I am so OVER this!---I am following suite. Sunday I did very little. Have watched Harper's Island TWICE, and am still trying to process it. Was NOT expecting that victim, and am not quite sure WHO I suspect at this point. (It doesn't help that the DVR cut off during next week's trailer.) More when my brain colates it.

I gathered up more bottles and cans. MrGypsy was a no-show, so nothing got picked up. Possibly tomorrow after Supper Club, we'll see. Slow but steady, slow but steady....

Made a bit of progress on my WIP, although since I'm presenting at church next week, I really need to work on that. We have a very open forum; I'll be talking about Murphy's Law. I signed up a couple months ago, didn't have a firm topic in mind, then it came to me as I was leaving work one evening: Murphy's Law. I expected to have to make something up about an unfortunate Irishman, but yes, Virginia, there IS (was) a Murphy---!

I need to go to bed now. Much yawning!

Today is my Friday, and that's a Good Thing. It's been a lively week.

I had an unexpected visit from Mother Nature, bleh. Not how I like to kick off a week, but at least it's mostly subdued by the weekend. Which is good, because tomorrow is the clothes swap at church. *cackles and rubs hands together*

One of the gals from church is holding a yard sale today, and I asked if she by any chance had one of those water-filter pitchers, and she does! I'm getting it for $5, which is about $25 less than they go for new. So maybe I'll be able to decaffeinate and make it stick this time.

I was planning to go home and rewatch OtHoaP last night, but when I turned on the TV, I found AMC was showing I Remember Mama, which is one of those movies I will stop everything to see (despite having seen it bunches of times). I think I look quite a lot like young Barbara BelGeddes, except for the chin. Well, and me being older than she is there, of course....

GK is coming down solo at the end of the month! She arrives on the 31st and leaves on the 5th. We've made plans to see The Watchmen (which she hasn't seen yet) on the 1st, and I'm trying to get the 4th off so we can maybe do another girls' lunch.

I had a call from an elderly gentleman the other day. He called in to Brand X jeans and wanted to buy some jeans...made by Brand Y. I explained as gently as I could that Brand Y is a different company, our competitor, in fact. He then wanted to know if I had the phone number for WalMart....

It's been seven months since my feminine cycle last intruded into my life. Seven. And now it decides to kick off the New Year. Oh yay! At least there won't be any question about "When was the last time...?"

Sorry if that's TMI, but DAMN IT! I'd be perfectly happy to settle into cronehood.

(But it *does* explain Tuesday's meltdown and my recent crescendo of hormones.)