Since my child left my camera case in the motor home used on the 24 hour practice ride, I am without my usb port to hook my camera up to my computer to transfer photos.
Not like I have any new photos to share...
Not like I made great strides in the art world this weekend to share with you....
But I did rent and watch the Justin Beiber movie with Brenna and her friend.
Although we didn't have pizza for breakfast this weekend, we survived pretty well on chili and I made breakfast burritos instead.
The crew and riders took on 50 mph winds during part of the bike ride and we think our team is ready to take off June 18!
That said, may I take a moment and ramble about hormones, or lack there of?
'Cause I don't have any art to ramble about....
It's a strange sensation, this slippery slide into Menopause. I think it should be called Brainpause. Frequently, I find my poor husband looking at me with great concern on his face. It is usually followed by a comment such as, "Wow. You really forgot _____?" or, "Seriously? You don't remember______?"
My doctor basically sent me on my merry way and suggested I read up on the subject and said to call her if sweating at night got really awful.
She didn't mention that each month I "pause", new symptoms would appear and cause myself and my family to be dazed and confused.
I have decided the way to combat this is to cash it all in, leave our home of 20 years and go live at the beach.
I would probably walk most everywhere.
I wouldn't mind walking my dog.
If we didn't walk, we could bike.
(Doug is really good at bike riding.)
I think better at the beach.
I really believe salt air and water is the best alternative replacement for hormones.
I'm pretty certain I wouldn't mind doing laundry if I didn't live at the beach.
I'm CERTAIN I would sleep better living at the beach.
Creativity would abound....
and my sea shell collection would be A.MAZE.ING.
Let's hope Lauren finds that camera bag soon....