For Women over 40

For women 40 and over

This is for all you girls 40 years and over…And for those who are turning 40, and for those who are scared of moving into their 40’s…AND for guys who are scared of girls over 40!!!!… As I grow in age, I value women who are over 40 most of all.
Here are just a few reasons why: A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,”What are you thinking?”She doesn’t care what you think.
If a woman over 40 doesn’t want to watch the game,
she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it’s usually something more interesting.
A woman over 40 knows herself well enough to be assured in whom she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 40 give a hoot what you might think about her or what she’s doing.
Women over 40 are dignified.They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you,if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved They know what it’s like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 40 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends.
A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn’t trust the guy with other women.
Women over 40 couldn’t care less if you’re attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won’t betray her.
Women get psychic as they age.You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40.They always know.

A woman over 40 looks good wearing bright red lipstick.
This is not true of younger women.Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest.They’ll tell you right off if you are a jerk & if you are acting like one! You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons.
Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning,
smart,well-coiffed hot woman of 40+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

For all those men who say,”Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free”.Here’s an update for you.Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage.Why? Because women realize it’s not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage

A Good Woman

A good woman is proud. She respects herself and others.
She is aware of who she is.
She neither seeks definition from the person she is with, nor does she expect them to read her mind.
She is quite capable of articulating her needs.
A good woman is hopeful.
She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true.
She knows love, therefore she gives love.
She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated.
If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears.
A good woman has a dash of inspiration and a dabble of endurance.
She knows that she will at times have to inspire others to reach the potential God gave them.
A good woman knows her past, understands her present and forces toward the future.
A good woman knows God.
She knows that with God the world is her playground, but without God she will just be played with.
A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons meant to bring her closer to self-knowledge and unconditional self-love…

I Wish My Mother

I wish my Mother would have warned me about the possible pains of being her daughter. She might have drawn me aside as a child and said “Honey, my child, watch out for being afraid to try new things, just look both ways and give crossing a try.”

I wish my mother could have stood tall in all her imperfection and said: “Honey, my sweet child, don’t forget sometimes it’s best not to take yourself or anyone else too seriously, always take your daily dose of joyful abandon.

I wish my mother could have, when I was about 12, taken me on a walk on the ocean shore and reminded me to honor my body, the matter of my spirit, the whole expanding, curving, juicy explosion. The magnificent process of woman making.
I wish my Mother could have been honest about her pain, not defended, nor denied, but said:”Girl, child of mine, here are some of the trouble spots, the edges I have to smooth, the wounds still to be healed. Now your life is your own, but here are the possible pains of being a daughter of mine. Don’t tie yourself too tightly to these pains, these are histories moving through you, not places to stand for the ride.”

Not giving up the fight

A large number of doctors seem to have a real problem. They are well educated and wonderfully vocal – but they have a problem listening. I am living proof of that. In fact, my health deteriorated to the point where I couldn’t even function in my day to day life – simply because no doctor that I saw would actually listen to what I was saying. I woke up exhausted. I went to sleep exhausted. My personal relationships were deteriorating. Feeling bad was leading to greater depression. It was like a never ending circle of darkness that only kept getting darker. It just went on and on and on.

For me, this has been going on for months. Fatigue, and unexplained aches and pains were just the beginning – then the unexplained weight loss started, and it didn’t stop. Again, I saw doctors, and was told that nothing was wrong with me. In fact, one doctor, Doctor Beck, actually said that I was having a panic attack, get Therapy, He stated this in front of a Co-worker after I had been taken to hospital via Ambulance at the cost of 160.00 to me. This was said without a blood test, or physical exam from him…and without ever once asking me what I was feeling!

These doctors had me questioning my own mental state. They cost me my self esteem. They cost me my quality of life for a very long time – simply because they would not listen to what I was saying. Even if they half listened, they were convinced I was just a mental case. What angers me, to no end, is that I could have felt good months ago if just one doctor had listened to me. If one doctor had asked the right questions. If one doctor had requested that particular blood test for me. But none of them did. They wanted to treat depression. They wanted to tell me it was in my head.

The point? If you have things going on with your body, don’t let anyone convince you that it is all in your head. I’ve found a lot of support on line, and found that I’m not the only one that doctor’s didn’t listen to. In fact, it seems that everyone that says that their doctor wasn’t listening is female, including myself.

Listen to your body. It’s not in your head. Keep searching until you find a doctor that will sit down and listen. In fact, do what I did not do. Get rude if you have to. When the doctor walks into the room, the first thing you should say is ‘if you aren’t going to sit down, listen to me, understand that you can’t feel what I feel, and if you are going to try to tell me what I’m feeling, then this is a waste of my time and yours.’ That will get their attention – and if it doesn’t, move on to the next doctor.

I still struggle today, trying to communicate with Health care professionals, and will continue to fight until I get the answers I need to resume the quality of life I used to have.