Your First Look-See

Good news!  After a few attempts and uttering a few bad words, I was finally able to create a new page for Menopause Sucks.  See the new tab above?  If you click on it, you can read the table of contents and the introduction for Menopause Sucks.  It doesn’t come out for a couple of more months, but if you want a sneak peak, you can get it.  If you have any burning menopause questions before the book comes out, let me know and I’ll give you a few tips.  Oh, and if you’re really interested, click on the icon below and it’ll take you to amazon.com where you can pre-order the book and be the first one to have it on your block!

My Latest Book Cover!

Take a look over to the right side of this blog where all the book covers are and scroll down to the bottom.  I just put up my newest cover for my upcoming book entitled, Menopause Sucks.  It won’t be out until June, but you can get a sneak peak at the cover now!  Aren’t you the lucky ones!  By the way, it’s available for pre-order on amazon.com

Spa Days Suck

Not really.  Just like they say “there’s no such thing as bad sex” (especially once you finish that mental to-do list), there’s no such thing as a bad spa treatment either. When I turned in my first book, Pregnancy Sucks, years ago, I treated myself to a massage and it was heavenly.  I decided then and there that I would continue the tradition with every major project I completed.  Ten books later, the only indulgence I had time for after turning in a book was taking the whole three minutes to let the conditioner sit on my head.  But after turning in Christmas Sucks, and before starting on my next project, I headed off to Burke-Williams.

A good friend of mine recommended something called the Hunter’s Retreat.  It’s where you lie on a table and have like a dozen shower heads over you hosing you down like a Silkwood Shower.  Then, a wonderful lady scrubs you with expholiating soap, another rinse, then a scrub with long strands of raffia, then another rinse.  I tried hard to relax, but the guilt consumed me.  I live in Southern California where you’re not supposed to flush a toilet let alone use a swimming pool’s worth of water to get clean.  I promise not to turn on another faucet until October to make up the difference.  

 Even so, the experience was quite heavenly.  I left relaxed and my skin is as smooth as 12 year old scotch.  The only negative I had was with the uncomfortable sandals.  Or at least I thought they were uncomfortable.  In reality, there was actually a right and left shoe inside one another so unbeknownst to me, I was walking around wearing four shoes .  Moron.  Oh, and I also took my first steam where you walk into a room so full of hot steam that you could barely see or breathe.  I tried to relax, but I was afraid I’d concentrate too hard, not realize I was suffering from asphyxiation, and die.  Aside from those things, I highly recommend the treatment. Especially for those not living in a drought ridden city, aren’t a moron, and like hot steams.  Guilt, blisters, and the whole death thing, can suck the fun out of any spa day.