Countdown to Half a Century...

It has begun!  I've been counting the days before I hit that milestone, the BIG 5-0, and I'm not even thinking of Hawai'i, my big 5-0!

In nineteen days I will turn fifty.  I thought that writing it down might make a difference, nope, still cringes... I know it is just a number.  I also know that I don't look it, or feel it - but, depending at what time you ask me that question, you will get a different answer, that's for sure.

In thirteen dodos we are leaving for the sunny beach of Punta Cana, in Dominican Republic, at least I'm hoping it will be sunny, because I sure need to crash on the beach and do nothing but decide with bathing suit to put on and what drink to order!  I always thought I would celebrate my passage to being half a century...  I've celebrated my 30th and my 40th, in style, you know, renting a room, DJ, catering, the whole shebang... My fiftieth (yuck, ugly looking word!) I thought I would celebrate in Disney, but turned out to be too expensive and I/we had different priorities, like getting this place organized...  I would have loved to be surrounded with friends and enjoy it all but instead Hubby and I will crash for a week in an all inclusive, which we haven't done in a few years, by ourselves.  It will be nice to recup together, he needs it more than me since he's been working hard lately. He's being pulled in different directions by many people, and he's not really wired to manage it all that well.  He likes his peace and quiet, and lately he hasn't been getting much of that.  He feels like a pooper scooper at even if that can make one feel good at times, it can be very tiresome as well.

Talking with Hubby earlier, we realized that we haven't been to a beach (read sea or ocean) for a good two years.  We were by the water in Bodø (Norway), but it was so friggin' cold it's not like we swim or anything of the sort.  I did go to Rimouski in June, but that as well wasn't really the best condition for a fun time at the beach... 

This summer I swam once, in a pool in July and it was friggin' cold that one time.  Did it anyway, because I like water that much, but time was not wasted between the pool and going in that night, that's for sure!  We are well past our expiration date in regards to some fun in the sand.  Time for me to build something, like a turtle or a Hawaiian Sandwoman... I just love the feel of soft sand in my hands or between my toes...  As Young Dory says: "I like sand. Sand is squishy."  Then again, I've recently watched a short movie made by the daughter of a friend (you can check it out here, very well made and quite interesting) where she talked about Tardigrades, those little water bears that live in the sand, reads all cute but I think I won't be able to help myself and think about them all as I crash upon them...

All in all, my brain has been on overdrive for some time now, and getting away, if only for one week, will do me good. Being away from a computer will also be a good thing for me.  As we are about to enter week 46 of this year 2016 - and a big week this will be as well, with the American Election Day on Tuesday - I can only sit here and wonder not only where did those past fifty years go to, but this past year seems to have gone by as one big blur as well...  Many things came and went at us in 2016 and the year is not over yet:  just this coming week, I have to visit my osteo, then my neurologist, then my dentist to have two crowns put in (can you hear the cash register?!), then next week it will be the hairdresser, annual check up with our family doctor and the esthetician. 

I did laugh when I saw this picture, even if I don't shave (I wax), this image feels true.  Since I'm thinking of joining the Y this winter, that might not work for me, darn!, but still love that image.  Another pleasure of aging is those hairs growing on my chin... never had that before, now every now and then I have to pluck one dark one away... strange and oh so ugly!

Before I get in the TMI space, I shall close.  I do find that people are over sensitive about every little damn thing.  It's unreal how you can not say anything without someone being offended or frustrated.  It's ridiculous.

I miss the days when as kids we were afraid of strangers and/or neighbors, not because they would abduct or hurt us, but because they represented authority and that was respected.  They could and would tell us to get lost or to go plain somewhere else, and we did without crying to our parents about it.  We feared authority and showed respect towards it.  Nowadays nobody says anything.  The kids, read brats, run the world and it's normal. Argh!  Nobody respects anyone no more.  We're all afraid to say something when we see something that is wrong, like a kid who won't give up his seat on the bus for an elderly, nobody says anything. A few years ago, we would have gotten a smack behind the head for remaining seated.  Times have changed.  I have grown old...er... and one thing for sure, I'm damn happy not to have had any kid.  I wouldn't want to be raising kids today.  I'm not saying that we should hit kids (well... no, I'm not!) but we should teach them to respect others and their elders.  I hate it now, when I speak (French) with a young person and they use "tu" (informal way to address someone) rather than "vous" (formal way to address).  It's a little thing but it does make such a difference, it creates a little gap, a little difference, it shows some form of respect. 

O.M.G. I read like such an old broad!  OK time to close up, and go drink my cup of hot tea...  Geez...

Olympic Twit

I've always enjoyed watching the Olympics.  I even get emotional watching gymnastics.  I know weird, huh?  There is something about watching these guys and gals tumbling and making their bodies do things that are not all that natural to start with, that gets me teary eyes.  I'm in awe of swimmers, at how easy they make it look. Yet, this year something that bothered me previously is really getting jammed along my tunnel of admiration for these athletes.  It bothers me to see professionals participating.  Serena Williams is a great athlete but she chose to play professionally and earn shit loads of money for being a professional tennis player, so she shouldn't be allowed to play against "regular" people.  I've taken Miss Williams but it could be anyone else who's a professional, like basket ball players, or any other sports.  I don't think it is right.

And what to say about these expulsions of different players for their Tweet, really?  I don't get this.  I did compete, at a local level mostly, and despite the "good spirits" there was always some dislike of my opponents.  I had to not like them if I wanted to play hard against them and beat them.  I do understand the racial aspect of things, especially at the Olympics, but at the same time, it is to be expected that players of different teams will comment and criticize their opponents, especially if they are on the losing side of the game.

I think the social media are being too intrusive and in some ways are restricting our freedom.  I mean, we've always expressed dislike of our opponents.  It used to be verbally.  Nowadays it is on Facebook and/or Twitter (to name only those).  Before only those close to us would hear our anger or racism.  Nowadays, it is for the world to see.  Since we are not bright enough to censor ourselves, because let's be honest, it looks like we can't do that in this era of sharing way too much information, society has to monitor what's being posted.

I do understand the terms of the International Olympic Committee's code of conduct, which requires athletes to show mutual respect, but come on, isn't that on for the field or stadium? At the same time, I can't help and wonder how did the Olympic Committee know about every tweet  issued by any athletes?  Someone must have complained. Should the Committee be involved in such issues?  Where does it stop?  It was after a game, on a personal account.  Does that mean that because you're going to the Olympics you can't express your opinions or anger? 

I'm just thinking about those professional basket ball players who constantly nag and pull each others' leg during a game (I did play basket ball and it can get pretty nasty at times), do the Olympic Committee think that because they are at the Olympics they will refrain from such tactics of intimidation?  Some players make their careers on being bad boys (or bad mouths), so because they're representing a country they will play nice, yeah right!

It seems to me like too much hypocrisy is going on.  Countries want to win and will use whatever mean necessary.  If it means dopes, or professional why not.  I don't think it's fair and I don't think it is realistic to think that because it's the Olympics that everything is swell.  Some nations have been hating each others for centuries and it's not a two weeks break that will change that.  Some people have no class, and being at the Olympics won't change that either.  Some people are racist, bigot or whatever else and that isn't about to change because we promote peace, love, friendship.  People have to want to change first and foremost.

I'm closing with this:

A female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Western Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time. So she went to check it out. She went to the Western Wall and there he was, walking slowly up to the holy site. She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview.

"Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?
"Morris Feinberg," he replied.
"Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?"
"For about 60 years."
"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"
"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop. I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their fellow man. I pray that politicians tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests."
"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"
"Like I'm talking to a fucking wall."

Yep, that pretty much sums it up doesn't it? I think I'd get along with the old man...

Mish-Mash Thoughts

Gorgeous weather we’ve been having, almost feel like summer is here, finally! Weird to think it’s so bad in Louisiana… I would seriously considered moving somewhere else if I lived there.

My mother’s beau decided to stop all treatments. I did manage to see him on Sunday, talked with him and thanked him for being there for my mother. It felt good to let him know that I appreciated him and what he's done. He's a good man and I’m happy he’s been in our lives for the last nine years. I wanted him to know that. It was important to me.

I don’t get people. Why is it TMI to talk about body functions? It’s one thing we all do, the ONE thing that makes us ALL equal, no matter what our beliefs are, what colour skin we have; we all poop and pee. Why is it bad to say that you look before you flush? We should all do that. It does give us much information; if only we took the time to look at it, whatever “it” may be.

It must be a very strange feeling to know, when you’re fully aware & conscious, that you only have a few days left… I can’t really imagine it.

I’ve been thinking about completely changing my template, and even location for this blog. I need a change, and that’s one I can manage at this point in time.

Happy to think kids will be off the streets, as of tomorrow! Back to school rocks!

We just watched two episodes of "Prison Break"... oooh how I missed Michael... Did I say how much I love September? All these new episodes to watch, like "Bones", "House", etc... Can hardly contain my excitement...
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Image: Mish-Mash

A new meaning to “hot lips”

Maybe I shouldn’t post this, but what the heck…

Since my surgery I was told to wait at least eight weeks before having any intercourse. Everything had to be healed inside. Fine! There are always other things we could do… right? Right!

I must say that despite me feeling good and all, there is still an area of my belly that feels like my jaw does after an “encounter” with the dentist’s freezing needle… I feel it but I don’t… You know what I mean? It’s kind of numb. It’s normal due to the incision, nerves were cut, etc. it should come back. I had knee surgery over 8 years ago, and there’s still a strip on my shin, that I just don’t feel, so I’m not holding my breath about the belly area. Before the surgery, intercourses were somewhat painful, even using tampons wasn’t pleasant at times, so…

Since we didn’t really have any errands to do, Saturday we tried to take it easy. We got up late, watched a bit of TV, ate something, and then decided to go back to bed. One thing lead to another and since I’m still wary of having anything “inside”, we “played” with each other… At one point, I felt a burning sensation, and it was sort of increasing… It got to a point where I told Hubby that I wasn’t enjoying this at all. It was burning like hell!

I got up and went to the bathroom, when I heard him cracking up in the bedroom.

S: What’s so funny?
H: Sorry about that… I think I know why it’s burning…
S: Really? Why?
H: (LOL) I had a snack earlier…
S: OK, and?
H: I had some (LOL) jalapeňos…
S: What?
H: They were a bit hot… but I washed my hands.
S: You don’t think …
H: I think so (LOL). It happened to me before. I chopped some up, washed me hands, then went for a pee, and I felt it a bit…
S: So the burning is from hot peppers? (LOL)
H: Yep! Sorry about that! (LOL)

Let’s just say that killed the mood! Both of us did crack up for the rest of the day, and we would say: “talk about hot sex”, or “That’s what you call hot lips”, etc.

Hubby loved his spicy peppers… anybody who knows him can vouch for his love of spiciness, but this “ hot afternoon snack” was a first for sure!
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Image: Hot-lips

F*ck that hurt!

Just had my waxing session… I feel like my crotch is glowing red through my jeans at this point! Man! That was bad and painful! I stand corrected; I do NOT enjoy pain!

Last night while sipping my tea (Earl Grey, if you please!) in front of the fire, Hubby asked me if I was anxious about the surgery. At that exact moment I had been thinking about the upcoming Brazilian. I’m not really nervous (just yet!) about the surgery, but the waxing I wasn’t looking forward to. I was right not to!

This morning I made my way to a naturopath’s office to get some homeopathic granules to help my healing/recovery. I got some Arnica, I figure it can’t hurt, right?

Then I went home, had lunch and prepared myself mentally for the task at hand.

A few days ago I asked Hubby if he would do me the honour of trimming me – the inner thigh area I can’t easily reach. I didn’t really want my esthetician to go play in there, I like her and all and feel very comfortable with her, but I don’t know many people who’d enjoy being butt naked, and offering such a view of their nether area. Just the thought of being waxed “there” was giving me goose bumps. He managed to do it, without cutting me or pulling on my hair too much – he’s so gentle! I felt “naked” after that, and kind of realised what people meant about being hairless, etc.

When I got at the salon, I felt a little apprehensive. I didn’t care about being naked on her table; I was worried about the upcoming pain. No matter how little she takes off, I never enjoy waxing! It doesn’t feel good, yes it kind of got easier over the years, but still I don’t like some areas – it hurts! Call me a wuss, I don’t care!

She started by my bikini area, which she does regularly, then she went into the “bush” –literally! The first strip was… unpleasant. Then the further in “the wild” she’d go, the more unwelcomed each motion was! Pain! I tell you!

She was nice and all, and would pause every so often (not often enough if you ask me!), but man, as she was getting further from the belly button, the worst it got. I even yelped at one point! Hurting! Sheer pain!!
She’d say, “it’s almost over” and yet proceed to do more! I’ve never realised how big my pubic area feels when lying on my back while every little single hair is being pulled out! It’s huge! I’m telling you! A friend of ours refers to the area as a “tarte de poil” (hair pie), it felt more like I had a “jumbo size pizza” down there! And the worst part is, I’m not that hairy!

My tolerance was being yanked off my body with each hair she was plucking. I couldn’t bear it any more, and told her to stop. She was almost done… Too bad! I sat up and looked at my glowing red vulva, and decided that a landing strip would do just fine! It’s crooked? Too bad, so sad!

The saddest part was that as I was looking at myself, I couldn’t help to think of this…

I’m sure tomorrow’s surgery will be “easy” compare to this! At least tomorrow I’ll have some drugs in me!

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Photos: Bikini & Pain

Taking care of business

Today's post isn't going to be nice for some... It's all about a "natural activity". It might be a stinking issue to write about, but I feel that I need to go there...

I'm always amazed at how much crap our body can retain, either it be liquid or more consistent. As I'm getting older I'm realizing that my body is changing. I never thought I'd be one of those people who couldn't do their "business" away from home. I always thought it was weird that one's plumbing would shut down like that. On the other hand, I know what having clogged pipes can do to you! I've been having major plumbing issues for numerous years...

I was one of those people who could fall asleep, have sex and do my "business" just about anywhere! I was lucky I guess. But that was back then!

For the last five days I haven't had a bowel mouvement and I was starting to seriously feel it; not to mention that I was starting to have some really foul breath (I am joking here!)! I felt like shit (no pun intended) and felt that I was full of it as well!

BUT tonight, finally, I had to go!!! The relief I'm feeling is like a blessing in the bowl! It felt great & I deflated like a balloon after a kid's party!

Sorry if this post offended anyone, but it just had to come out!