I want to MOVE!

I'm in a depressed whiney grumpy mood today, so please excuse me while I moan and complain.

I want to move. I want to move anywhere that there is not now (nor ever will be) SNOW and COLD WEATHER. I'm tired of it....I mean really really really tired of it. I have horrible cabin fever and it's making me grumpy.

I'm not grumpy at loved ones (and I'm sure my family appreciates that LOL), but grumpy at telemarketers that keep calling even though I have told them repeatedly to take me off their list (I'm seriously considering buying an air horn for the next time they call...see, I told you I was grumpy). If they really want me to buy something, sell me a product that will melt all this darn snow!

I'm grumpy at the dogs in the kennel - well, not really grumpy, just not overly patient. We have enough snow in the fenced yard that the drifts go almost to the top of the 6' fence, so therefore I have to take the dogs out one . at . a . time on the leash...no matter how cold, or windy, or cold, or snowy, or cold. And heaven forbid they should just go out, do their jobs and want to come back in, nooooooooo. They have to sniff around forever to find that perfect spot (which was usually one of the first spots they sniffed 5-10 min earlier). I am frozen to the core by the time I go through that routine with up to 15 dogs (were down to 6 during this week...but that's still too many in this cold).

I'm grumpy with my body. I'm now to the age where I actually, honestly forgot how old I was. How does that happen? As a kid, I knew how old I was down to the day. I would say I'm 8 yrs, 4 months and 23 days old, or at the very least I would say I'm 12 & 1/2. We are signing up for a foreign exchange student for this summer and I had to put how old Jay and I were, and I forgot how old I was. Jay told me I was 44, but I swore I was only 43 and I actually got a little upset with him for trying to make me older than I was. He kept laughing at me and I got out my calculator on my phone to PROVE to him that he was wrong.....dang! I was wrong. I stood there with an honestly shocked look on my face and I said "OMG I'm 44? OMG in a few months I'll be 45?????" Jay laughed and said "Yep, halfway to 90" (he's lucky he's still alive after that comment!). I got so sad after that. I said "Do you realize in a few short years I'll qualify for senior citizen stuff like life insurance?" That of course sent Jay & the kids into a fit of giggles (when will I learn to keep my mouth shut?) I don't know why 44 seems so much worse to me than 43, but at that moment it did. I felt like "man, if I'm THAT old, I'll never be able to get my body back in shape again. It's hopeless." Again, the rational side of me says that it's only 1 yr difference, but my PMS engulfed brain said it might as well be 20 yrs difference.

I'm mostly grumpy with the weather men/women on tv. Every morning they stand there smiling as they tell us the crappy weather forecast. And every morning I grumble to them "You just love to be the bearer of bad news don't you" and in my mind they are standing there off camera saying "hehehe, let's see how many people I can make mad this morning. Wait till I tell them we're getting more snow...ha!"

So, if you plan to call me in the next few weeks (or however long it takes for the weather to finally improve), I'd advise you to not call me to try to get me to buy something. Do not call me to remind me how old I am, and do not call me to discuss the weather (especially if you live somewhere where the weather is better than here).

Consider this your warning. I'm off to Wal-Mart to buy an air horn!