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I guess there is a lull in any excitement in my life, therefor I can’t seem to find anything to write about. I wish I was interesting like this blog or this one, but besides my life being that boring, they are obviously FAR better writers than I am.  (that would make it seem as though I am a writer at all, and while I can edit co-workers emails so they don’t come off as being too bitchy, I am definately NOT a writer…)

Anyhoo, life is boring. Christmas is almost here, the credit crisis in America is killing me, as is the automotive crisis.  well, that’s not really killing me YET, but it’s scaring the hell out of me. I don’t even want to watch the news or read the paper, it’s too depressing.

My hot flashes/heat intolerance continues and I’m utterly annoyed.  I have an appointment with an endocrinologist in late January, but that’s not soon enough for me.  This is a quality of life issue for me and pretty soon I’m going to go crazy.

Monkey is FINALLY walking. still not talking, but I guess one thing at a time, right? 

Hey, I told you my life was boring right now…

I’m 29 years old, and if it’s the slightest bit hot, I sweat buckets.  I walk by people, not a drip of sweat on them, but me, I need a towel to constantly wipe my brow.  What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some kind of medical miracle that will help me tame this annoying bodily function? 

Not only that, but even when I’m not sweating (or if I’ve JUST wiped the sweat off my face) my face is as red as a tomato.  I look like a freak!  Is there no help for this?

I dread going out today.  I promised my kids I’d take them to the fair, but it’s hot already and it’s not even 10.  What will it be like in an hour after M gets up from his nap?  UGGG…