#holyhotflashes

I'm not going to lament long on hot flashes and menopause because it seems really "ugh" - but #holyhotflashes doesn't begin to describe my nighttime sweatarama.  I keep thinking of the song by the band Perry - "If I Die Young" and want to substitute "lay me down in an igloo" for "lay me down in a bed of roses".   I dream of someone bringing me some ice packs and he kinda looks like this - I haven't had a crush since Patrick Rafter, US Open winner 1992, but hello Clint Eastwood's model son - I am an admirer for sure!

 

I'm a big believer in, " if you don't have something to say - don't say it" so I've been kinda quiet for awhile.  I'm now thinking that you may be able to relate to what I'm experiencing.  I've also been thinking about the month of January and how much I think the month sucks and then I feel really bad because it's actually the month of one of my sister's bdays.  But it's okay, she totally feels the same about the month in general and she's already taken the advice I'm soon to dispense here.  I had an epiphany while on a brief run yesterday.  I say brief because due to the calories taken in, it should have been more extensive, but oh well.  Hollywood is so smart to have all these awards shows in January.  I'm sure it's for the viewing public and we wouldn't watch anything so boring if it wasn't January.  But what a great incentive to not give into the cold and bleakness of January (lucky West Coasters here) - they've got a party to go to and need to put on a form fitting dress.  This is where I can't help but give some sage advice.  Join me in getting out there.  Party like you are a star.  Have people over.  Put on something form fitting.  Nobody can put baby in the corner.  Try something new.  Make new friends.  Make a Lifeboard - Plan for 2014 and make it happen.  Thanks for joining me - it's not fun to be alone.