Quote:
Originally Posted by Jane
Just a quick pop-in to say, Colleen, this is the place! We are a friendly, supportive bunch and I hope you join us.
Hi! Jane.
Thanks for the welcome. I know it took me a few days to finally come by. I think procrastination is my middle name.
My name is Colleen, and chronologically I'm 44, and my hubby is 40, but we're both on disability (hubby calls it "forced retirement"), so people tend to assume we're older.
For as long as I've known hubby (nine years, we've been married almost 8), he's been offered senior discounts. It really upset him when he was 32, now it's become a joke he takes in stride (usually embarasses the heck out of waitresses though, when hubby jokes he's got another 15 years before he qualifies).
You could say we've aged prematurely, but I prefer the term precocious.
We don't have any children, but baby our fat, middle-aged cat. She was 8 years old and weighed 20 lbs when we got her. We couldn't help but add her to our household. In the two years we've had her, we've been able to get about 3 lbs off her, but apparently dieting isn't any easier on fat, aging cats as it is on fat, aging people.
Reading, writing and crafting our my main hobbies. I tend be a hobby collector. My craft room is overflowing with assorted craft supplies and half-finished projects. I do complete projects, but I tend to start about twice as many projects as I finish. I do plan on eventually completing them all (and probably could if I were granted three or four lifetimes).
I have fibromyalgia (and assorted other health issues), but one of the symptoms is periodic problems with cognitive function and short term memory. It means that I can do and say pretty strange things when I'm "in a fog." Fibrofog is a term you'll see people with fibromyalgia talk about - it's a bit like being the sterotypical absent-minded professor. I'm always misplacing things in the oddest places (I once put fish sticks in the cupboard and ice cream in the refrigerator).
When I first started having problems, I thought my new hubby was playing mindgames with me, because he'd claim we'd have conversations that I didn't remember. Thankfully on my medications, it's not so extreme (for a while I thought I was losing my mind).
I tend to warn people though when I first meet them, because I can seem like a genius one minute and an idiot the next. I used to have excellent spelling and grammar. When I read other people's grammatical and spelling errors, I'd find myself mildly annoyed. Now I annoy myself. I'll spell a multisyllabic word correctly, and then spell a three letter common world phonetically and only realize later that I wrote wuz instead of was.
And now, I'm starting to ramble (this is probably most characteristic of me, and it's just me not the fibro. I've always been a long-winded chatterbox).
I do sometimes tend to get confused by chat threads though. I've never completely caught on to the proper ettiquette of the multiconversation format of chat threads. So if it seems my posts are a little odd or off topic (and of course long), well I'm sorry in advance.