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Get A Life by Loretta LaRoche

For most of my life I have been on a quest to find a hair product that would give my hair more volume. The women in my family have fine hair, but a lot of it.

Well, unfortunately, its’ never been fine with me!

Over the years I have bought and applied products that stated that their particular magic formula  would make my hair lustrous, thick and bouncy.  After all I didn’t want to be left out of the legions of women who saunter down city streets swinging their locks and have every man they pass give them the once over.

My fantasies of tresses that could rival those of a Swiss Milk Maid soon passed as menopause  turned my fine hair frizzy and curly. Those of you who have gone through the process know that your body parts and hair can turn on you with a vengeance. One day I had fine straight hair, the next it looked like it had been put through the microwave.

As time has passed it also seems that places I had hair are hairless and other areas that were hairless now have hair. As a child I used to ask my grandmother why some of the older women she knew had chin hairs and slight mustaches. She would reply with “you’ll see”.

Well that’s the last thing I wanted to see.

As I got older I always prided myself with the fact that I was not part of the bearded ladies club. Well so much for that, the other day I was looking in my magnifying mirror with my reading glasses on so that I could pluck my eyebrows. As I plucked I looked at my lip and there they were, small little black hairs, but luckily none on my chin. I don’t think they were that visible because my daughter who has the observational skills of a hawk seeking its prey would have told me. So I began to wildly pluck the little hairs until I looked like a little kid who couldn’t stop licking their lips.

I know I can have them removed permanently with lasers, so I have to now add that to my new crusade to find a product that will remove frizz, add moisture and of course volume.

I can hear my mothers’ voice throughout all of this, “If you think this is bad, you haven’t seen anything yet”. I know she’s right and I’m sure I’ll wake up some morning with hairy knuckles.

If that happens I’m just going to audition for the next Wolfman movie.

Loretta LaRoche writes the Get A Life Column for the Patriot Ledger.

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Get A Life by Loretta LaRoche

There’s nothing like a good night’s sleep. You wake up refreshed ready to face the day with energy to spare.

I remember as a teenager I not only slept through the night, but often felt like I could sleep through the day. I would wake up feeling as if I was in the “Twilight Zone”.  My mother would stand at the door barking her orders to “get up” and “get moving”, but my body and mind were somehow removed and unable to connect. I eventually came out of my stupor, but it literally took a couple of hours to shake it off.

Well those days are long gone. Children, worries, a husband that snored, extensive travel, with lots of time changes, and finally menopause have all changed my sleep patterns.

Oh I sleep, but not in the same way. I fall asleep but seem to wake up at 2:30 PM on a regular basis.

I’ve thought about joining neighborhood watch, so that I could use the time productively, but who wants to get up and get dressed at that hour?

Maybe my body still thinks I have to do a night time feeding.

I eventually fall back to sleep but not without some time spent going  over stuff that should have been buried with one of the Pharaohs. Old wounds, unfulfilled dreams, injustices, blah, blah, blah. The mind is often like a bunch of monkeys looking for bananas.

I have used the methods I teach others to quell the mental cacophony, but it doesn’t always work.

It’s especially hard now because of a frog that has made my fish pond his summer residence. He seems to love to sound off every fifteen minutes or so like a fog horn alerting incoming ships. This is a very loud frog. A friend of mine heard him while we were talking on the phone. I decided to see if I could find him amidst all the flora and fauna in the pond. Well it didn’t take long because he was splayed out on a Lily pad as bold as could be. He didn’t flinch as I came closer to observe. In fact he started his braying the closer I got.

All I could do was laugh.  I thought maybe if I get close enough I can kiss him and he’ll turn into a prince and take me away to a beautiful castle where I’ll get a good night’s sleep.

But, hey, been there done that.

Loretta LaRoche writes the Get A Life Column for the Patriot Ledger.
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Get A Life By Loretta LaRoche

I used to love my pajamas.

Then menopause hit and I found myself feeling like I had somehow been left stranded on the Sahara desert every night. Most often I would sleep in the buff, but then I would suddenly feel like an Arctic wind had enveloped me and I would frantically whip the pajamas back on.

As a result of my bodies relentless changes in body temperature, I decided to embrace nightgowns. You can whip them on and off in one fell swoop.

I had never really been crazy about them, except for when I needed them for those “special occasions”. You know the kind that are supposed to be alluring, provocative and are the preliminary to what could be a night to remember. They’re a part of the art of seduction, along with candles, music and whatever else floats your boat.

As I got older I found that my body was shifting and I started to think that maybe I should replace the so called “Teddy” with a shroud. Let’s face it, shrouds are for unveilings, and I was really not in the mood to unveil anything.

However, my quest for the right nightgown has continued. My goal has always been to stay cool and comfortable, even though menopause may be a thing of the past, it has still left reminders of hot flashes, which seem to periodically come in the night.

Over the years, I’ve tried, short, long, medium and minis, made of either cotton, silk, bamboo, flannel, spandex or a combination thereof.

I’ve investigated possible choices in countries I’ve traveled to like Australia, thinking that perhaps some Aboriginal woman had found an ancient material capable of transitioning from warm to cool in an instant.

No such luck.

My initial enthusiasm is always replaced with the same outcome. As long as I don’t move all is well. But, unless you’re a corpse, tossing and turning is part of sleeping.

Most often my nightgowns turn into pythons wrapping themselves around me like tourniquets. I wake up and have to unfurl myself in order to get up as it always seems to end up somewhere around my neck trying to choke the living hell out of me.

So naked may be the only option.

If I hear my cat howling in the morning when I get up, I may have to seek other options.

Let’s see what happens.

Loretta LaRoche writes the Get A Life Column for the Patriot Ledger.

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