Hello in Isolation!
I write this current blog with recently washed hands, although I can’t say the same for my hair. Wowza – I look pretty scary. One look at me and the Corona virus will scream and run away.
Buddy can you spare a loo roll?
Hello everyone – here we are in March and all starring in a bad movie. The world has gone crazy, the stock market has gone mad, and toilet paper is the most talked-about item. Self-isolation is the new norm, and we all watch the news in abject horror at a world we don’t recognize.
Happy New Year….wait…happy April Fool’s day…yeah, that’s the ticket.
It has been an age since I said hello – though perhaps no one even noticed?????
It ain’t half hot mum
I actually started to write this back in March. But then I got very busy and serious. I wanted to focus on the mystery novel I was writing, and the blog kept getting in the way. So I have enjoyed a hiatus, and finished the first draft of my novel.
Happy New Year!
Here we are, an old year behind us, one that seemed to whiz past like a high-speed train. And my, what a year…..I could rant about all the political unrest, a really strange election, awful wars across the world, hate radiating between people in this country, and a wobbly feeling in the pits of our bellies at what the future might bring…. but I won’t.
Up Periscope!
Current news:
I have become quite pathetic when it comes to dieting and losing weight. With me, one apparently doth not seem to beget t’other….
I HATE getting old!
I hate getting older. And it’s not just because of the wrinkles on my face either. I’ve actually become quite fond of the two creases either side of my mouth that run down towards my chin. The ‘laughter’ lines around my eyes and the rumpled skin on my forehead are okay as well. At least they give my face strong character and hint at the hard, grueling, not-to-mention ‘full’ life I have led thus far.
It’s just bloody hot!
One of the lovely gifts that going through menopause has brought to my life is the new ability to sweat. Not glisten, not perspire, just plain old good honest sweat. The kind that makes you feel as though you could cook a fried egg on your more than adequate belly and heat up a pizza under your left boob. I can remember playing an entire racquetball game years ago and feeling a bit ‘damp’ around the collar, I used to actually COMPLAIN that I wished I could sweat….
Squishy
This week I have been true to my promise and gone to all of my gym classes. During the past week, I also hurt my knee, because it finally decided it was tired of carrying the extra thirty-five pounds I have bestowed upon my frame. One day last week my knee made a yucky crunchy noise, which elicited a loud gasp of pain and an unprintable word, consequently I’ve resorted to wearing a knee-brace.
Making my Hor Moan
Years ago, I watched an Oprah show that talked about menopause, well really it talked about how women get CRAZY during menopause.