![]() Like many words, 'class' can take on various meanings. Regarding the use of the word to describe people, it is often mistakenly assumed it refers to socioeconomic status. The meaning of 'class' notated forthwith, can be found amongst all kinds of different people. Money can't buy it. You either have it, or you don't. The Urban Dictionary defines a person with class as being "poised, graceful, mature, respectful, possessing excellent self control, gentle and soothing while being unoffensive". This reminds me of the "Fruits of the Spirit" found in Galatians 5:22, 23, in the Bible..."love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control." People that have class, have everything that matters. People without it, seem to never have or get what they want - regardless of how much they already have.
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![]() This post has been a tough one to address. As promised, it has a very happy ending...but it is mine. Afterall, there are so many of us that have problems with menopause. I have heard from many of you, and I have spoken to many others. Menopause is a personal journey that we all take, and while we end up in a similar place, the routes taken can be quite varied. When last we left off, I was in a pitiful way. Don't you hate dwelling on the negative? However, to see how awful it was: Check out my previous post about what I was going through. Suffice it to say, trying to get through menopause naturally was a mistake for me. My primary care physician said it best when she told me that my blood chemistry reflected a body in chronic stress. I went from a super charged engine to a derailed train wreck in about 4 months! Perhaps my experience will help others realize that life as they once knew it, isn't over. Here's what worked..... ![]() Menopause isn't hell...at least that is what I have heard from a few women...a few very fortunate women. But in my own personal experience...If menopause isn't hell - it runs parallel to it and shares the same borders. Warning - If you are prone to experience discomfort from TMI; do not read further. If you know me so well, that having an intimate conversation about this topic will cause you to be uncomfortable; then do not read further. If everytime you see me, you are afraid you will have unpleasant images of me conjur up in your brain; then do not read further. This is meant to help women hear a real interpretation of what menopause could be like. It is meant to help men gain perspective of what is going on and where in the world did their wives go? If you don't need this, then please don't read it. It is deeply personal to me and out of character for me to be so bold. But...it is about time someone was. Maybe I wouldn't have been so blindsided. ![]() Do you ever blame your parents for your faults, even when you know that nearly 99.9% of them are your own? When it comes to the physical side of things, however; there are some hereditary components that are passed on to us through genetics. Factoring into this also, are the things we are exposed to before we were even born. Such is the legacy of my hair. Without getting into all of that here, my hair has always had special needs. Add in menopause, and it really needs all of the care I can give it. When I was going through all of that, my hair went through some strange stages. It has always been rather dry, but for awhile, it even felt coated from all of the sebum produced. It was a really bizarre time. Now that things have settled down, there are some things in my hair care arsenal that I would like to share. ![]() 30 years! That's the number of years my husband and I have been together. I remember turning 30 years of age, and thinking that was a long time. My, how perspective changes. With regard to relationships, thirty years does seem like a long time anymore. People ask me all the time what it takes to make a relationship work that long, but I don't think there is one easy answer to that. For me, there has been one thing that I pinpointed from a young age that seemed missing in relationships gone bad. I shared this with my husband, Jeff, in the very early stages of our relationship. I love cooking, especially baking. My mom baked all the time too, so I grew up on daily desserts. We worked hard on the farm, so I don’t think it hurt us. That is the problem with a lot of lifestyles today – not enough activity.
Exercise is the great equalizer. Actually, it is my answer to a lot of problems. If I’m in a bad mood, feel tired, anxious or stressed, ugly or fat, etc., then I go exercise. If I overeat, as I did tonight; then I get to put in some time on the treadmill. New Year’s Eve – now that used to be a big night for me in my younger years.
Practically everyone I knew went to hear a band and dance the night away. That’s how I met my husband, Jeff. He was in a band that I had gone to see. Dancing was great exercise for me in those days. Sadly, that was a whole different era, and I think more sedate pastimes have taken over recreation time in people’s lives. Since 2016 is fast approaching, I’ve decided to go outside my comfort zone in many ways and take on a personal challenge that honestly, scares me to death!
I hate New Year’s resolutions, so let’s not call it that. Let’s just say that after all of these years, I am finally going to pay attention to my diet as well as my exercise schedule to see what kind of results I can get with regards to my overall self. Notice I did not say I was going to DIET. I hate diets, and having never been on one would most assuredly fail in any attempts to do so |
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