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The barter system is alive.

My neck is on the mend. Hurrah for memory foam. Still a little tweaked, but it gets better every day. This is great. I had troubles trying to isolate the problem area before, it was really bad there for a bit. I even contemplated going to the chiropracter. I don't like to visit any doctors office. No thank you.

That brings me to my lovely annual visit with my doctor this year. Fun, fun, fun, on Thursday. Woot woot.
Ok, so I'm exaggerating. A lot.

The barter system is alive and well in my household. I loathe ironing. I am a manager. My uniforms need ironing, or they look hideous. After bemoaning my fate, Lady asks me if I want to trade but does not mention what it is that she wishes to trade. This strikes fear in my heart. She's a creative woman, and I will do almost anything to avoid ironing. She tells me to make an offer.

I will do the floors (the whole house has hardwood floors, and what isn't hardwood is tile or linoleum) In exchange for her to iron my uniforms. Rock on. I like doing the floors. So, I'll be starting on that project soon. I can't help but wonder if I'm giving her the raw end of the deal, I have six shirts and six pants and I put them through hell, not to mention getting the cat fur off with the lint brush is enough to piss me off till I am foaming at the mouth... sometimes. Oh, that reminds me, I need to get a plastic garment bag to help avoid the whole cat hair thing.

I wonder about getting older. Yes, my birthday is in 2 weeks. March 26, and I will be turning 32. I am not one of those people that looks at getting older and says, "oh, I wish I was young again." Being young was crap, and confusing. I like my age, and I hope to continue liking my age. I like to think that I have things mostly sorted out, and that I'm making progress in the right direction.

That being said, I notice lines. They've become so much more evident this year than the other years. I know that this year has been stressful, but I find that I am starting to consider buying things like eye cream. I notice that the lines are very similar to my father's lines. I consider buying stock in eye cream.

My hearing is worse. But that's been a given since I was born, I've had problems with my ears and nose since I was little. The inner ear didn't form right or something or other. The vessels in my nose are very near the surface. I shouldn't take aspirin or sneezing becomes a bad thing. Sneezing shouldn't be red.

Ok so, above are some mentioned problems, and there is a reason that I'm mentioning it. As you get older, these things are supposed to keep happening. Multiplying even. So... I am not trying to resort to desperate measures... but I heard the term, 'grow old gracefully'. Anyone can feel free to define it, as i am not new to the phrase, but the older I get, the more different meanings it has.

So, in a nutshell... don't have a problem with the birthday, but the idea of becoming a frail old lady (with lots of eye cream stock) isn't my favorite daydream.

Maybe it should just be, 'Get over yourself'.

Ok, I've rambed quite enough, I've to put my uniforms in the wash and start these floors.

I'm totally doing the I-don't-have-to-iron dance.

Posted by hawkie at March 14, 2005 02:54 PM