Marcia from 'Menopausal Mother'

Today I want to introduce you  to Marcia from Menopausal Mother... I can tell you this, I was instantly hooked as she has the most wicked humor, I know that when she posts that I am in for a hearty laugh.  Sometimes I laugh so hard that my belly hurts, in a good way.  Since I am in the starting phases of menopause, I get the greatest kick out of how she explains what a woman goes through.  I can tell you one thing, our mother's never explained how awful menopause is.... Basically when a hot flash hits, you are sure your body is on fire.... it usually starts from your head and moves down...

I asked Marcia to write a little about herself, so that you can all get to know and love her as I do.

     Hello Everyone! I am so happy and honored to be asked by the lovely Launna to share a bit about Menopausal Mother today on her blog! I'm a middle aged mama blogging about the good, the bad and the ugly side of menopausal mayhem. I have four children (3 young adults and 1 ornery teenager) and a husband who I'm pretty sure is Robin Williams' long lost twin brother. 

     Before I discovered the benefits of Prozac, I began blogging to restore my sanity. Between hot flashes, weight gain, night sweats and fatigue, I was stuck riding that crazy, hormonal train wreck known as menopause, until I discovered the world of blogging. It was comforting to find an entire community of frustrated women out there just like me, going through the same bouts of secret, chocolate binge-eating in linen closets and swilling cheap wine out of a box in the fridge. 

     When I'm not busy blogging, I'm usually playing with my five, furry chinchillas or changing diapers on my toddler pug. On any given day you'll find me baking (rum cakes are my specialty) or smashing my bathroom scale with a sledge hammer (we never seem to agree on numbers). I'm a nervous person who chews on her cuticles all day (my fingertips look like they've been through a cheese grater) and I have an unnatural fear of making left turns at major intersections. You'll never see me set foot on an airplane again (unless copious amounts of vodka are involved) and I have an overwhelming phobia of cockroaches. I also hate ear wax, un-flushed toilets and dirty toenails, but that's beside the point. I love squirrels, zombies, Johnny Depp, Godiva chocolates and Guy Fieri....but not all together and not necessary in that order. Starbucks is my crack and Pinot Grigio in my backyard garden is my favorite pastime. My blog is 95% humor, wanna learn more? Check out my site at: http://Menopausalmother.blogspot.com 

Here are a couple of my recent favorite blog posts of Marcia's:

Fly On The Wall: Life In A Loony Bin

Fly On The Wall In The Nut House

I cherish my past, I accept my present and I dream for my future ♥

Some Memories Always Make Me Laugh

Today I was reminded of a class trip I took when I was fourteen and in grade nine.  We had four grade nine classes with about 25-30 per class, we all went on a day trip to some caves in Nova Scotia. Half of the group went into the caves in the morning and when they came out from their excursion, the second group which I was a part of started off for their chance to explore some caves.

We had to walk along a path that had a steep gravel drop off to one side, of course I slipped and ended up sliding down the gravel, with nothing to stop me... thankfully a couple of teachers were there and were able to reach me before I slid to the bottom.  I never strayed close to the edge after that, I learned my lesson.  After finally walking over the narrow path, we reached the mouth of the cave.  My classmates went before me, I climbed in, attempted to step down, found I had caught my foot in between two rocks....

I ceremoniously fell into the cave, losing my hard hat that another teacher had to retrieve for me.  By this point, I wanted to get out of the cave and go home, however; that was not an option.  I trudged along in the dark with my friends and a small flashlight.  My feet were sinking into mud, I pulled my food out and somehow lost my sneaker... I had to fish into the mud to find it.

Finally our exploring was over and I was finally FREE to get back to civilization.  While walking out, we had to walk over a brook using some strategic rocks.... by this point I laughed and walked into the brook... really after all that I had dealt with that day a little brook wasn't going to hurt me.  I climbed onto the bus, found a seat and prepared to get comfortable for the ride home.

While adjusting my clothing and brushing off dried mud, I realized my underwear were sticking out of my pants... all I can tell you is I was more shades of red that day than I can remember.  It is always hard to be a teenager and not fit in, the stories later though are so much funnier than they were on the day they happened.

I remember thinking, wow.... how am I going to live this down... teenagers are not always nice.  I wish I could tell that fourteen old girl (me) that those people wouldn't matter later in life and that actually the incident turned out to be a great memory that makes me laugh every time I think of it. 

We all need to laugh at ourselves a little more often and not be so serious.

I cherish my past, I accept my present and I dream for my future ♥