Thursday, April 9, 2009

Is it Me, or is it Windy In Here?

The Winds of Change takes what looks like a much-needed break in the Turks and Caicos Islands, Caribbean

How do you feel about change? Considering Barack Obama's success in the last presidential election, most folks seem like they're a-OK with it. But me? (All political leanings aside) not so much.

I say this, not because of any particular feeling I can put my finger on, but because of the symptoms. The crankiness, the mood swings. My most embarrassing confession is that I'm a sleep-eater when I'm troubled, so let's just say that I've been coming downstairs in the morning to some compelling evidence that either the Keebler Elves love fluffer nutter sandwiches as much as I do, or I'm subconsciously concerned that my dentist doesn't have enough work.

And maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm turning 40 on Monday, the 13th of all dates, and I have no idea how to be a grown-up. I guess something like that'll keep you up nights, stuffing down a box of Paul Newman's Own Champion Chip Cookies and then going back to bed with chocolate morsels carving a tunnel between your teeth.

For my birthday, I've decided I want a membership to the local Y. And dental insurance. Lots of dental insurance.


Joe said...

I hope your husband is a sleep-Heimlicher, just in case. Seriously, that alone would give me enough anxiety to keep me up at night. If you're traipsing around in the middle of the night eating Fluffernutters you probably need something a little more comprehensive than dental insurance. You need to let someone else do the shopping too ;)

Happy Birthday Jody!

5elementknitr said...

Happy Birthday! I turn 39 on Monday!

I often get that same malaise around my birthday. It usually passes. But sugar helps.

I've just recently found your blog and I'm really enjoying it!

Marin (AntiM) said...

A belated happy birthday.

You've figured out by now that being 40 has nothing to do with being a grown-up, right?

Jody Reale said...

Erm, uh...

Jody Reale said...

Joe, your comments consistently crack me up. I wonder if there's any kind of revenue model in commenting.