Judy Blume – Running on Fumes

A book I regularly quote and recommend to anyone, especially young female readers, is “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret” by Judy Blume. Published in 1970, it was a staple in every library. The innocent hilarity and truth to real issues made this book a must read.

So imagine my delight when I read the following: (forgive the language)

As I finished a recent run, the humidity did nothing to alleviate my overheating issues. I sat in front of a fan to cool off while my face felt as if there were waves of heat rolling off my skin. I considered maybe heat stroke had prepared me for eventual perimenopause and my body was finally understanding what it meant to disperse heat. A girl can dream.

The posts may be short but the hot flashes are long.

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I ask you –

Have you read anything written by Judy Blume?

(The post How Judy Blume Did Not Prepare Me first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)

I love sights or posts that tell a great story! Like this one about cookie jars. Speaking of chocolate (because we are), the photo below is of my newest addiction. These are literally the best sugar free chocolate snacks I’ve ever had. 1 carb per two pieces. Amazing! I was hesitant to use the word Bombs in my post because…well, you know.

Or this other article about my childhood favorite author, Judy Blume. And now I’ve exceeded the number of free articles available so I have to wait some unknown amount of time.

tastes exactly like fruity pebbles

Further, I believe I’ve truly reached the pinnacle of adulthood. Introducing…car snacks! Running again makes me so hungry!

Definitely unrelated to adulthood – mini’s “friends”, as she calls them. The collection continues to amass more victims as birthdays and other holidays contribute to her stuffy hoarding. As she sneaks into my bed each night, she attempts to bring her friends with her but quickly realizes there is nary enough space to accommodate. As seen above.

Alas, I once had the same issues. A line of stuffed animals I couldn’t sleep without. My “best friends”. In the essence of preserving her innocence as long as possible, I guess we’ll keep all the stuffies for a while longer. Until I can’t roll over.

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I ask you –

What’s your favorite snack?

At what age did you stop sleeping with stuffed animals? Or do you still?

Tell me if I should insist on reducing the amount of “friends”.

(The post It Reminds Me of Childhood first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)