Being 56 I am closer to the good old dirt nap than many (most) of you. Which combined with menopausal mood swings, causes a person to ponder some stuff. And some times it just plain pisses me off.
Today's menopausal bitch-rant is .... Obituaries.
Why do we have to drop dead to get a mention in the local paper? I'm just sayin....if you're dead, do you give a shit? NO!
Why does that final farewell ad focus on what you died of and who survived you? Who cares? Dead is dead. Did ya do anything first besides serve in the army or be a mother and wife? Did ya like cheap Mexican food? Did cabbage give ya gas? Where's the person in the obit??? huh? Who was she/he? Surely a person does more than marry and birth babies!
To make things worse soon as the service is over people are poking through your underwear drawer looking for cash or hidden treasures. If I start feeling ill, you can bet your buns there will be a loaded mouse trap set in mine. See how they like that treasure. PAH!
My feeling here is, if you're that crazy about a person, spend some friggin time with them. Take them to lunch. Send a note and tell them they matter. Or buy the poor sap a computer so they can blog and say it all themselves.
That's right. Blogs are important because it is the only way we get to say, HelllOOOOOO! I'm here. I'm living. I have ideas running through my head. It's a shot at getting some recognition before we croak. Unless of course you get yourself mugged, or jump off a building and survive. So write those blogs. Go on! Get off your butt and go write something for yourself! Or run naked down main street. Be remembered! You matter! Each and every one of you.
I'm in a foul flippin mood.
OO OO...and here's another question....how come we call 'em hemorrhoids and not asteroids. Call it what it is for craps sake!
DOES ANYBODY HERE HAVE CHOCOLATE?????
ANYONE? Hate menopause. hate it. hate it. hate it.
Far as this voting thing goes, I'm not feeling comfortable asking you folks to keep voting over and over. Course I would like you to but, I so completely understand if you are bone weary of the whole deal. You all will be just as important me if you vote or don't. So if you think this blog is worthy of a number one spot and 50 smackers VOTE HERE.
And if you just plain don't wanna, a-ok with me, kids. No worries. It's not why I come to visit, promise. And it's not why I do the "blog thing". I just plain enjoy it. That's all.
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