Monday, April 09, 2007

CRABS

I am so crabby and there's absolutely no reason for my crabbiness right now. How can I stop this crabbiness. It seems to have grown from within, and just festered and has risen to the point where I am all crabby, all the time. Like an ivy weed along the side of a house, unstoppable, this crabbiness. No amount of chocolate can cure this weed-demon inside of me that will stop at NOTHING!!!

I just want to freaking scream my head off for really no reason other than it might feel good to do so.

I am not PMSing either, so I can't blame that. I think I may be getting crabby because soon, I will officially be O L D. Yes, I will soon no longer be able to skate by saying, "Oh, I'm in my mid-thirties." I've skated by that for a couple of years now. Now, I'm going to have to admit that I am in my L A T E thirties. How in the hell has this come up so quickly? I mean, just twenty years ago, I was driving around in my J2000 Sunbird with my "Party Animal" and "Florida Native" bumper stickers, my Violent Femmes tape slammed into the tape deck (for those of you who have no idea, when I refer to a TAPE, I do not mean a roll of sticky stuff--go ask your parents), and a two-liter of Sun Country Wine Coolers lodged in the trunk in that little corner spot where it was guaranteed not to be shakened up.

That. Just a mere twenty years ago, and PHLOOOOO! It's here. Twenty years later. I think I am having trouble realizing that I am aging. And I won't stop aging until I ... D I E.

Crap.

OK, blogging was supposed to CHEER me up; make me feel happy that I was putting words down, as when I get the shit out of my brain, it usually clears me out, like how one may feel after a particularly healthy visit to the toilet. But me, not feeling cleansed right now.

Maybe it's because I haven't done yoga since Saturday, maybe it was because I am not getting as much sleep as I usually do, maybe it's because I ate like a sow yesterday, and today I have been back on the points and am crabby because I haven't eaten anything F U N!

And isn't eating food fun? And it sucks when you don't eat anything fun for a whole day, not even a jellybean, and let me tell you, there are a ton of jellybeans, and chocolates, and Peeps (but those suck anyway), and I didn't even get my favorite white chocolate solid bunny this year.

What else can I bitch about? And don't any of you get snide and tell me not to bitch so much, because it's my blog and if I'm feeling bitchy, well, damnit, then I'm going to bitch about it.

Like I said, I do this to get it out of my system. It beats being a druggie or an alcoholic, or...

Ah, whatever. I'm done. Going to bed. Don't forget to leave a comment on the previous post to qualify for the CD.

I'll make up a real quick Haiku to put my mood all into perspective...

Am pissy, moody
No legitimate reason
Just because I am

29 comments:

eatmisery said...

Appletini, anyone?

I turned 35 this year and had a really hard time with it. And you're not much older than me, so I'll be there in no time, too.

You've successfully depressed me. Do you feel better now? Heh...

Manic Mom said...

eatmisery loves company!

This made me smile, not that I've depressed you as well, but that we can be miserable together! Thanks for the laugh! I needed it.

Colorado Writer said...

Sucks for sure. I knew something was bothering you! MM you can be as crabby as you want!

I will take the leap into the late thirties in September. Turning 38 will suck. WTF? Where did my 20's go, let alone my 30's? Who are these 3 kids and why are they calling me mom???

My own mom told me to stop putting my hair in a ponytail and use some eyeliner once in awhile. She says that when I look back, I will realize that these are the years I will look the greatest. I keep thinking those years are long GONE. After 3 kids, forget it. Saggy skin. Crow's feet and zits? Not fair. There are too many things I haven't done. I'm not throwin in the towel, and neither should you!

See, now don't you feel better?

Screw it. Put on a feather boa, take your best friends out country dancing, get nice and drunk like it's your bachelorette night.

Kari Lee Townsend said...

Hey, I'll be 39 at the end of this month. I'm still okay with it because I'm still in my thirties. I don't want to turn 40 so next year you can bet I'll be crabby!

We all go through these slumps, especially when it's supposed to be spring and still freaking snowing. Enough already!

Manic Mom said...

Feeling better. Listening to some of my new music, and just knowing it's not whacky for me to feel this way helps! THanks girls! (It's 5:57 a.m. -- why am I up!?!?)

Kim Stagliano said...

Ah, Steph, getting older beats getting deader! I'm 43 - yup. 43 years old. And happier than ever. No night time wakies with babies! I'm more assertive and confident. I hit 40 and my 10 pounds of 30's baby weight said adios and I'm back to 119! My Mom told me her 40's was her favorite decade. 39 is MUCH more difficult than 40 because you worry so much about it. Then 40 comes and you say "Oh, is that it?" LOL! Toasting you with my coffee. Hang on! Go write a book or something. :)

Manic Mom said...

OK, Kim, I haven't seen 119 since I was probably ELEVEN! Thanks for fucking cheering me up!!! LOL!

Kim Stagliano said...

I'm cramming candy into my mouth right now, munch munch, I'll run upstairs to see if I can pack on a few L-B's to cheer you up! What? You want to look like a popsicle stick too? HA! Isn't the F word so very useful? I love the F word. :)

Kim Stagliano said...

120.7 - YOU HAPPY NOW?????

:)

Manic Mom said...

Keep goin' Kim... you got a lot of catching up to do! : )

Milkywaymidnight said...

I'll be 45 in June. Yes, forty fricking five, which is damn near middle-aged. And I'm celebrating, because I'M STILL HERE. I survived my teens and 20s, survived losing my mom to a heart attack two years ago, and am currently surviving a teenager. I don't have breast cancer, like a close friend of mine, and I'm not getting divorced, like half my neighborhood is right now.

For my birthday I'm renting a limo, grabbing my closest friends and heading into Chicago for a night of debauchery(sp?). A friend of mine turned 40 last year--she celebrated by going on a week-long cruise with her best friends, going on a spa day with her mom and throwing a huge party.

Throwing a party is the only way to get through birthdays--along with alcohol and chocolate. So maybe it's time for you to start planning a bang-up, appletinis for everyone birthday party.

Geez, I'm long-winded today. Sorry. Guess that's what happens when you stop being anonymous!

Manic Mom said...

Milkwaymidnight--is this my friend who is a big fan of the midnight milkyways?!?!?! I think you live in Plainfield, right? I know we've talked before.

Love your birthday ideas!!!! And being 45 and without disease, and without divorce, sounds pretty great to me! Go girl!

Milkywaymidnight said...

Yep, it's me. (I live in Aurora.) Another friend of mine threw herself a birthday lunch and had a great time. Have fun with it and it will be much more enjoyable. Why should your kids have all the fun on birthdays?

TTQ said...

How can you not like peeps???There is a video I posted with peeps in it that you need to see.. It made me laugh..

Patricia said...

I turned 38 this year, but I swear I'm only 28, LOL! I don't know how this happened.
I'm glad you posted though, I was just talking about the Sun Country 2Liter, and my younger friends don't believe they ever existed!

Kirsten said...

I'm feeling crabby lately too, and also old. I speak with an ex-boyfriend on a fairly regular basis, and was just reminicing with him that as of last week, we've known each other for 15 years. That's over a 3rd of my life, and when I met him I was still a teenager, and now I'm a 30-something ... getting old sure does suck.

The Anti-Wife said...

Okay, here's a revelation for you. I'm in my 50's and wouldn't trade with any of you. (Well, I might trade bodies with some of you!) I'm happier and more aware of life and what's important than I've ever been. And, I don't have periods anymore! Thank God!

Aging truly is a state of mind. You can either muddle through, or you can embrace it and look forward to being fabulous - like me - no matter how old you get.

Beth said...

Bitch and rant away - it's good for the soul and it's one of the great things about having a blog.

And, hey - just in your thirties? You're still a baby...enjoy...

Monnik said...

I get in those moods too. I'm having an 'I hate my job' week, so I'm unbearably grouchy too.

Don't stress about your age, it is what it is, right? You can't do a damn thing about it, so embrace it! I wonder if I'll have such a sunny attitude about age when I'm an old bat like you... Ha! I hope you know I'm joking, cuz I'm only behind you by a couple of years. :)

Manic Mom said...

Monnik, if I'm not stressing about my age, then it's my weight. I'd rather be older and thin than younger and pudge.

Did I just say that?

The Cat said...

Just a bad day Manic. Life is too short to be that crabby for long. Life is short and beautiful. We all have bad days...but make the most of the rest of them hun.

When I was in my early 20's a very close friend of mine died after a battle with cancer. It was the time that I began to understand my own mortality. Most of us under 40 don't get it. We just pretend that we are immortal.

Breathe in the air, look at the colour of that sky and enjoy this life. Sorry for crapping on

Trish said...

Yeah but in an other couple of years you can be all glad again by saying "I'm in my EARLY 40's"

Something to look forward to ;-)

Rusty Nails said...

Get it out! Let it out! Your crabbiness is attributable to too much restraint in your life. Yup. You want jelly beans but you restrain yourself. You want white chocolate bunny, but you don't have one. You think back to the ol' days but can't go back in time (not your fault here. nothing you can do about it. I sincerely feel your pain here. I had a Camaro w/ T Tops...sweet)! You've missed yoga; another deprivation.
Remedy: Go indulge in ONE thing. Get that 32 oz latte' with 6 shots of espresso and whole milk (unless you're lactose intolerant). Get the caramel sauce and not the syrup. Have one of Starbucks English Toffee Brownie things. Then, it will be all better.

Jenster said...

I've got an incredibly annoying rash all over my body and last night I did a cheer for my family:

I'm rashy!
I'm itchy!
I'm altogether bitchy!


Yeah. So that's probably why I wasn't on the cheerleading team in high school.

As for being old, LATE 30's doesn't sound so bad. Just wait until you have to say you're in your *gasp* 40's. OMG! I don't know how that happened. Crap!

Monnik said...

I'm with you on the weight thing, Manic. I just started up Weight Watchers again, and am trying Core this time, hoping the new plan would re-energize me. So far, I'm doing ok, but I wish I could be one of those naturally slim gals who can eat whatever...

Anonymous said...

Don't sweat it! I just turned 37!! (You know that though, because you are my sis!). I can't even comprehend that I'm into my late 30s!! Remember me, used to dance on tables at bars in downtown Chicago, stayed out till the weeee hours of the night with "GOD KNOWS WHO!!!" I'm ok with it though - no one says I look 37. Maybe they are just being nice, but whenever anyone guesses my age, they have never guessed more than 32, some have even said - 26 - whoooo hoooo!! I can't imagine going back to those days now!!! It was FUN, and I have no regrets, but if I was doing now what I was doing then, I wouldn't have my wonderful, loving husband and two beautiful children! Anyway, it is even more wierd that our parents have kids as OLD AS US!!! You are young and beautiful and smart and funny and a great mom!!! And I LOVE YOU!!! Happy almost birthday!!!
ME

Manic Mom said...

Ahhh, my sister loves me! And she and I are currently the same exact age! How the heck does THAT happen?

Colorado Writer said...

Ya. What your sister said. Dance on the table, baby!

Valerie said...

I love your rant on being crabby. That is exactly how I feel sometimes... just crabby! :) Hang in there!!!