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I saw Scott Weiland perform last night on some new fangled neomaxizoomdweebie music cable station called Palladium. It was a performance highlighting a new Stone Temple Pilots album — a staple of ‘getting the band back together’. Still fairly rockin’ – they sounded very much the same as they did in 1992 — when they were stumbling around in Wicked Gardens…. although very much sober and comfortable in their psychosis of depressed grunge movement survivors.. They even sang a new tune about “when I used to take drugs”…

But while I watched, it was really hard to get over the sudden feeling that I kinda like my rock stars on drugs — as Scott leapt about the stage in painfully skin tight jeans — on his not-so-much skin and bones… lacking in heroin, but still making me question his sexuality as he french kissed his guitarist and wiggled around in a v-neck tee saying “Oui! Paris!”. It seemed like only yesterday that I was at Jones Beach thrashing about to this same man sans receding hairline and what appeared to be the beginnings of a gut… Not to mention stalking him through the wilds of Greenwich Village while shopping the thrifts for the grungiest of grunge…. And then it hit me. In 15 days I will be 35.

That’s 5 years shy of 40… And, while we are adding up — 10 years before 45.

I know. I can hear the combined thoughts floating about having read that statement. ‘How, in the name of GAWD, is THAT possible’… ‘So What.’ and ‘Get Over yourself’. But really. 35 is something to think about, right? I mean 10 years ago I was the exact same person… boozing slightly harder, but always acting about 5 years older than I actually am although not in any hurry to get through life as fast as possible while avoiding every possible status symbol pointing to my actual age. In summation, most things about me are older than my age… taste in music, humor, friends, husband, hobbies, expectations… not to mention a sincere appreciation for hanging out with my parents… who I consider to be (gasp) FUN. AND, it has nothing to do with being mature… I find at times that I am unbelievably immature — like the other day when I received a Facebook friend request from someone I knew in grade school that was clearly not my friend… but then went ahead and looked through ALL of her personal photographs, taking note of some serious weight gain before eventually deciding to “ignore” her. You know, Facebook being the very symbol of mature etiquette and all things PROPER.

I’m not that young.
But I’m not that old either.
I’m pretty irreverent about the whole situation, actually… seeing how there really isn’t anything I can do about it. I don’t feel very happy about it — like YAY! GETTING OLDER ROCKS! But I don’t really see the point in mulling about and feeling sorry for myself. So while Mr. Weiland has relaunched his musical career — sweating all over the predictions of his demise… I think I’m doin’ alright for almost 40… I might just eat the entire cake myself.   

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While folding laundry last night, in my pajamas at 7:30pm, the phone rang – it was Amy’s Carpet Cleaners wanting to know if they could come over and steam my carpets…

Ordinarily my response would have cut them off at hello and snapped “TAKE ME OFF YOUR CALLER LIST” but I wasn’t feeling quite like myself so I listened to his shpeal and then politely said, thank you but we don’t have any carpets. He said oh, okay thanks good bye. I felt a little dizzy and hung up the phone when an overwhelming sense of calm poured over me. Almost like none of it matters anyway so why are you so stressed out? And then it hit me — that wasn’t the Amy’s Carpet Guy – that was REALITY calling. The Amy’s Carpet Guy was really a supreme being that felt my vibrations of WHY IS THIS ALL HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME and decided to soar in before possible disaster. Because aside from all things career not happening — everything else is. Since New Year’s day a mountain of STUFF found our little lives and thought – hey, yeah, cool. And of course, most of it we’ve done to ourselves – the house, the blogs, the diet changes, the routine change of eating dinner with Will at 5:30 instead of boozing until 10 and ordering pizza.. well, not quite boozing — but do you know how fast time flies between 6 & 10 PM? For the first 2 years of Will’s life we’ve been so happy that he goes to bed successfully by 7:30 that we’ve partied like rock stars for a few hours after… But that isn’t all. Will decided, with the event of the New Year, to stop napping in the mornings and, instead wait until after lunch… which is totally fine except that now I have to get everything done errand and house wise with him before noon — which means that I have to go out. Which means that PEOPLE WILL SEE ME in the morning… which means that now I have to think about that the pile of clothes on my closet floor first thing in the morning instead of around lunch time.

But I can’t even go into the torture of what does this all MEAN?!?! Not to mention that the word “shpeal” is in the Urban Dictionary and is defined – someone’s repeated talk jabber. mainly BS…. Which insists that the Amy’s Carpet Guy was just some guy at a phone center trying to make an extra buck since cigarettes apparently cost $9.00 a pack. And then there’s real life out there making me feel bad every time I look up – whining about routine changes and dirty clothes when real disasters ARE REALLY HAPPENING and all I want to do is watch the Food Network so thank goodness Bobby Flay decided to kick some ass and put it back on Cablevision. Can you imagine how mad he gets?

In short, because you know this has to end eventually, the earth might be on this whole rotation thing around the sun because it’s used to spinning on an axis in the atmosphere… but just wait until it decides to start bouncing up and down instead… because it just MIGHT.

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