Have We Met?

I use to think i knew myself pretty good. That was "then" and this is "now". Menopause is not for the weak at heart! i look at myself in the mirror and ask, "have we met?" there is this women looking back at me with gray hair and a belly that i swear looks like she's pregnant! when did that happen? You see girls, things happen, and then again, somethings don't ever happen again. One minute your warm, and the next your cold. remember how you always see those little old ladies with sweaters on even in July? I'm beginning to see the reasoning to those cute, (did i say "cute"?) baby blue, light pink, and faded white, with the missing button, sweaters. i carry extra jackets in the back seat of my truck at all times, you never know when you might need one. here's one to look forward to---sleep. it really should be noted that is not the sleep you may remember. it is now the lack of sleep that leaves you up all night thinking about the stupidest things. did you know that i can write full songs in the middle of the night? i do my best writing then. songs--- that's my next blog. back to the bed for now. my bed has almost become my enemy. i look longingly at my comfortable bed with my really nice water pillow, (yep, there is actually such a thing. i discovered the water pillow due to the neck problems at night. did you know that it is a "common" thing for "gently ageing people to have neck issues at night. ever wonder what those funny looking slanted pillows where all about? now you know) what was i talking about? oh yah, my bed. lets just say, i think it has it out for me. another thing to learn while navigating along this road. ok, here's a pleasent one: CHIN HAIR! how come no one ever tells you these things. i have a pact with my youngest daughter that if and when i ever end up in the hospital, she is to come prepared with tweezers in hand. no candy or flowers for this girl, how mortifying would that be to have friends show up and see there dear friend actually can grow a beard? well girls, i don't mean to scare you, but someone should tell you these things. i guess i should end this blog for now. it's getting late, not that that really matters. between my hubby now getting up 2-3 times a night to pee, and me waking up at every little noise, maybe i will envest in stock in noo doze and become rich! happy ageing everyone!