Sweatin' through the 50s

Menopause. A milestone of sorts. Childbearing years are over. No more feminine products for you any more! Yay!!!

 Our grandmothers called menopause "The Change", which, in retrospect, is a more accurate description than the medical term used to identify the cessation of menses. Even "The Change" is a tidy euphemism for the uncontrollable mess those of us experience in our early onset of the "M" , No matter who tells you what to expect, even as you watch a woman fanning themselves with anything, including the report due on the boss' desk in 5 min., you still don't have the slightest idea of what you're in for. The hot flashes were the first indication that I was in trouble. It was Christmas, temperature hovering in the around 25 degrees. My family was gathered around the fire place, sipping potent egg nog when IT hit--one minute, I was sitting comfortably, enjoying the familiar chatter of my kin when IT hit. Within seconds, I was drenched, sweat streaming from every pore on my body, especially my head and face; hair styling products and makeup melted into my lap. I rushed outside, praying the slap of frigid weather would instantly stop the hot flash. But, alas, it didn't...the sweat just froze. Now I understand the other symptoms that accompany The Change; mood swings, insomnia, diminishing libido and a tendency to gain weight. Its all based on hot flashes. They would bring any man to his knees, pleading that death is better that all this Change business.

There is one advantage to menopause; mood swings. Now you can tell people how you really feel about them. Its open season!! And if
one of the recipients whispers something about your strange behavior, there's only one answer; "She's going through The Change".   

Fireworks!!

I hope all of you had a happy 4th of July!! It was the first 4th in my new house, so a friend of mine and I sat on my deck and watched the fireworks while chilling out in my rocking chairs. Which got me to thinking....(fireworks=romance...you get the connection) :

How did you..."pop the question" to your beloved, be it marriage, living together or exclusive dating?
Patrick, a life long friend and brother just because I said so (you drink that milk and you eat it! BAAAHHHH!!!) proposed to his wife, Pam, on a ski lift. She said that she practically floated down the mountain. My B.F.I.T.W.W.W. 's husband gave her the dream engagement ring with a new camera.  I don't think there's a bad way to propose...unless, of course, you're me, but we won't get into that!!

So, I want y'all to write about the best day of your life--when your loved one made it official! Just like the "$1,000,000 Question", this isn't rocket science. Just let your love light shine!!!!