tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75076717319170818972024-03-14T01:09:56.946-06:00My Mother Never Told Me That!Easily offended? Then this is not the blog for you! It's about time we talk about EVERYTHING (all the stuff we wished we talked about AND all the stuff we should talk about!) Let's explore all the dirty bits about being human!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger120125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-55607312492473390272015-06-06T17:25:00.000-06:002015-06-06T17:26:39.929-06:00Moving Towards a New Life
Photo by le vente le cri.
I got a text from a friend today asking for help. She and her husband of more than twenty years have decided to end their marriage and he has very rapidly taken up with a new woman. Predictably, she is younger. Predictably, he is engaging in activities and actions with her that he was unwilling to do with my friend, his wife. He is beginning to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-88497372135935561062014-08-01T16:55:00.003-06:002014-08-01T16:55:41.869-06:00Poop ReBUTTle: by guest blogger Mark Campbell
Photo by Lindsey Turner
I was recently catching
up on journal articles and came across an interesting study on a topic that I
have never seen published outside of The Journal of Proctology and rest stop
bathrooms. The article was cleverly entitled, "The
Self Report of Fecal Incontinence and Constipation Questionnaire in Patients
with Pelvic Floor Dysfunction Seeking Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-5992637250158555002014-05-09T10:54:00.002-06:002014-05-09T10:54:28.108-06:00The Gift of My Mother
I'll give you a daisy a day, my love.Photo by Don Sutherland
"You are so pretty, you make the moon smile."
My Son
Almost twelve years ago I lost my mom. Sadly, this anniversary is aligned with my daughter's birthday. She died weeks before I was to become a mom myself. It was sudden and tragic. She was 52. It took the wind out of my life and left me Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-30216703066280043822014-04-13T12:28:00.001-06:002014-04-13T12:28:29.265-06:00Nipple Hair and Blindness: Silent No More!
Photo by Mike Kline.
Nipple hair. Nipple hair. Nipple hair. Ugh, just pairing those words together makes me cringe. Even as I write this, I am wondering if I might have one sprouting at this very moment- hidden, unknown, until perhaps the bathroom light catches it at just the right angle or I unwittingly poke my husband's eye out with it's impressive, twisting length? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-29842884238805290352014-03-18T11:03:00.002-06:002014-03-18T11:10:07.376-06:00Living the Right Way: Brownies or Kale?
"I'm ninty-nine for a moment;
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are...
There's never a wish better than this
When you only have 100 years to live"
Five for Fighting
Photo by krupp.
I put my back out recently. Just saying that makes me feel old and reminds me that I should work out more, that I've let myself go. I have my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-82319933533745672562014-01-31T17:37:00.001-07:002014-01-31T17:43:48.975-07:00Friends Forever?
Photo by carbonNYC.
Friends give us the courage to lift the blinds on our hearts-to open up and show what we generally keep hidden from the rest of the world. Unknown.
A necessary condition of being human is the need to have connections with others. In fact, being alive depends on belonging; belonging to family, belonging to friends, or belonging to community. Deep and stable Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-31457218978785060802014-01-07T10:50:00.003-07:002014-01-07T10:58:04.294-07:00I Dreamed of a Better Ass
“Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.”
― Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams
I overslept this morning. I'd say it was worth it, had I been lost in some fantastical dream, but like most of my dreams, once conscious reality crept into my bleary brain, I was struck by it's raving lunacy. What the hell was that?! I thought to myself. Do other Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-76708202766992120012013-09-11T18:43:00.000-06:002013-09-11T18:43:31.228-06:00Leaving the Bullies Behind: A Fresh Start Success Story (at least for now)
Happy times.
We just moved my daughter to a new school, due to some "relational" issues she was having at her former school (aka bullying). Try as she might she could not find a space for herself in the ranks of her peers and sadly their attitudes and attacks were contagious, spreading even to her soccer team.
Her former school was small, there are only 14 kids in each grade (from K toUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-12542212308157767902013-03-14T15:30:00.003-06:002013-03-14T15:32:05.741-06:00Don't Try to Change Me
Broken Glass by mnsc.
From the outskirts of the town,
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down,
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.
It is changed, or am I changed?
Ah! The oaks are fresh and green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
&Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-30941259037219888202013-02-21T18:08:00.001-07:002013-02-21T21:49:08.888-07:00Blog in Brief: Hold That Pose!
Photo by Dreaming in the deep south.
In my ongoing and oft, self-critical quest for personal betterment, I am making a concerted effort to expand my personal exercise regimen. Specifically, I am looking for consistency. Of late, I have increased my involvement in yoga. I love its' tortuous combination of flexibility (something my hamstrings refuse to develop), balance and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-26297382218357195542013-01-24T17:14:00.003-07:002013-01-24T17:18:08.277-07:00Five Dollar Latte Habit: How Much Should I Tip?
Photo by Bradleygee.
I'm standing at the cash register, paying for my latte, and the inner battle begins once again. For as many times as I have purchased my frothy daily indulgence, you would think that I would have decided upon a tipping rule that I could confidently execute, one that leaves me neither feeling economically plundered nor like an obnoxious cheapskate.
How much should Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-84083874983025321532013-01-01T19:22:00.002-07:002013-01-01T19:39:47.578-07:00Shedding My Skin: 2013
Photo by Donkeyhotey.
The new year stretches before me like an empty, primed canvas. Virginal, untainted, limitless possibility. I can paint the portrait of this new year any way I choose. Sky is the limit! As I begin to lean towards my future however, I feel the insistent pull of my past, the baggage from last year, clinging to me, determined to accompany me across the threshold Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-90096109218355886462012-12-29T13:13:00.003-07:002012-12-29T13:14:39.516-07:00Blog In Brief: You Must Trust Your Waxologist!
Photo by Cea (creative commons).
I am having trouble seeing the computer screen. My eyelids, puffy and scabbed, are collapsing over my eyes. Yesterday, I had my eyebrows waxed by a new lady, and I think she screwed it up. I look as though I have been in (and lost) a pathetically mismatched fight. I am forced to exercise my forehead muscles and keep a perpetually Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-39124004876016455462012-12-27T14:07:00.001-07:002012-12-27T14:15:54.174-07:00Renting FAAbulous!!
Photo by Vivanista1.
I have made a discovery! A rare and wonderful discovery! It is so wonderful, I want to share it with all of you fashion-envying, low-budget chicks out there. I personally, lack the budget to dress in designer duds, and grew despondent whence recently invited to a formal dress party this holiday season. Aside from an old bride's maid dressUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-27739666779940840772012-12-26T18:29:00.000-07:002012-12-26T18:29:09.139-07:00Goodbye World!
Photo by NASA Goddard Photo and Video(note the date)
I wanted to take this opportunity to bid farewell to the earth, the trees, and my awesome minivan. As many of you may know, the world is supposed to end in two short days, or so sayeth the wise, albeit, primitive Mayans (their famous, yet impractically heavy wall calendar was created around 1300 years ago).
This ancient calendar runsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-56438432638869133232012-12-12T12:26:00.004-07:002012-12-12T12:38:05.543-07:00Guest Man Blog: Manhandled!
An actual school report written by MY husband as a boy. My mother-in-law, the wise woman she is, typed it, and saved it to torment him with later in life.
This is the first of many (I hope!) guest male blog posts to come. Nothing more intriguing than getting a glimpse inside the male brain from articulate and insightful men! I invite self-aware and willing to share Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-3951109854747714342012-11-24T14:33:00.002-07:002012-11-24T14:39:23.393-07:00Blog in Brief: Mani/Pedi: YOU WANT FLOWER??
Photo by PinkMoose.
I took a time out today for a little "me" time, while my hubby took the kids to an indoor trampoline haven, that apparently smelled strongly of vomit (glad I didn't go). I hopped on my bike and rode down to the local Vietnamese nail salon, intent on getting a "Mani/Pedi". Pedicures are fairly common on my experience list, but I am less familiar with the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-1427423650409340362012-11-22T15:57:00.000-07:002012-11-29T17:38:52.585-07:00This Cheatin' Heart
Photo by oedipushpinx.
The topic of fidelity, or more precisely infidelity has been front and center in our collective awareness of late, what with the exploits of once upon a time, acclaimed General Petraeus and a loosely connected group of modestly unattractive, miscreants. (Although to quote a friend, the dramatic application of mascara we are witnessing here, is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-30262264321469867212012-10-24T11:41:00.002-06:002012-10-24T14:53:29.398-06:00Relational Aggression Update: The Power of a Vacuum Cleaner
Like most people exposed to issues of bullying or relational aggression, I want this problem to GO AWAY! "Please, mean people, would you mind just quietly and magically disappearing so that I can return to my idyllic version of my family, the world and my daughter?" Sadly, they haven't left, they're still here, still hurting her. Dealing with this is uncomfortable, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-3628902562608350872012-10-13T20:45:00.003-06:002012-10-13T20:51:13.956-06:00THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU!!
Photo by Jim Linwood.
Really. There is nothing wrong with you, and thank God, with me either. No, I haven't been on a self- help book reading frenzy. I have recently begun a business leadership training program, motivated by a desire to improve the culture at my office. Little did I know that this journey would be more about changing me and how I see myself and my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-18671127200988662312012-09-10T22:04:00.003-06:002012-09-10T22:09:28.730-06:00Clitoral Management
Photo by CarbonNYC.
"Treat it like the Clitoris!", I admonish my husband as he roughly manhandles a fragile piece of furniture he is assembling. I realize he is not following the manual...and is using more aggressive tools than seem appropriate.
"Shit!" he exclaims, as he drives a screw in sideways, fracturing the delicate wood. This will be another "Jerry Rigging" assembly job,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-12442357978770129212012-08-19T15:02:00.004-06:002012-08-19T16:59:04.230-06:00Blog in Brief: Is it Safe to Go to the Movies, Mom?
Photo by whiteafrican.
"Murderers don't go to children's movies!" I blurted out, shocked that my seven year old son had just asked me if there might be a murderer at the movie theater we were headed to. We were off to see "ParaNorman-3D" ($3Bucks) and out of the blue, he started to ask if we would be safe.
Recovering somewhat, I added in a "don't-be-silly-tone", "There won't be Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-15140508824232743412012-08-16T14:11:00.001-06:002012-08-19T17:03:23.374-06:00Cultural Enlightenment
Photo by Chi King.
Since the onset of the recent financial crisis, I have been kicking myself for having behaved like a Lemming (a small rodent prone to cliff diving) or to use a less eloquent term, a tool (a passive implement that is worthless unless used). The blindness with which I adhered to the normative cultural standards set both by my immediate environment and by largeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-2392190504934244392012-08-10T19:25:00.002-06:002012-08-19T17:08:43.399-06:00A Vagina by Any Other Name
Black Orchid, Georgia O'Keefe Photo by ahisgett.
Vagina. That word. It is evoked rarely in conversation and when it is, it is spoken hesitantly, uncomfortably, most often reserved for the privacy of the doctor's office...you know, (said in a hushed whisper) the one with the stirrups. Vagina as a name doesn't feel right, like the word is completely wrong for what it is meant Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507671731917081897.post-89078436899987985572012-08-09T21:42:00.001-06:002012-08-09T21:45:16.660-06:00Rumor Has It....
Photo by ohai_spackwood.
I am still reeling from the news today. I just found out that I am getting divorced. I admit, we've had our fair share of ups and downs and Lord knows our marriage is far from perfect (who's is?)...but this, this literally has knocked the wind out of me! How had this happened...where had we gone wrong? And why God, why is it that the wife...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0