A woman in San Diego has an epiphany about her pubic hair.
Kinks and fetishes are all fine and dandy, but you have to wonder how some things get started in someone's mind.
I'm sure this guy's rich by now.
Enjoy!
Way back in January, I clipped out of the newspaper my birthday horoscope. I have it taped here on my wall at work, right where I can ignore it completely. I'm like that. I also skip over headlines and highlighted passages. Don't know why, I just do and always have without even realizing I do it.
So here goes:
Happy Birthday for Friday, January 18, 2008:
You're entering a very special year in which you see people in a new light. You also have more warmth, luck and insight than in the past. (Maybe more insight. For the other two: I'm trying to be more aware of other people situations; I haven't been hit by a train.)
This combination makes you close to irresistible (how you doin'?) and/or extremely powerful (FEAR ME!).
You are creating a far more dynamic life than in the past (true). If you are single, with so many people in your life, you could decide to change your situation (yeah, 'cuz it's all up to me. *snort*). If you're attached, you'll discover the true meaning of closeness and accepting someone for the person he or she is (I love Elvis more and more every day, even though he's more high maintenance than ever).
Count on Gemini to pitch in. (Any Geminis out there? Need some help here!)
Barooo! I learned today that Rookie, Carolyn Scott's beloved dancing golden retriever has passed on. He was such an incredible dog. I wrote to her back in April to share the news that she and Rookie had made it to Cuteoverload.com. I wasn't part of her mailing list so she actually took the time to personally write me back today in response to my email to let me know. I'm really touched by that.
I feel so horrible for her but I know she can continue on, working with dogs and being an inspiration to people everywhere.
Enjoy your afterlife in that big ballroom in the sky, Rookie.
This makes me wish I could hug my goldens right now! *crying* But I know they're off in Utah running crazy circles on a ranch with my folks, living the life. May they romp for Rookie!
Sometimes my husband and I like to get really buzzed and then go buy stuff. Mostly "stuff" is candy and over priced coffee, but this past Sunday we got a little more polluted than normal -- so of course -- he got some interesting things at Target we did not need: Wolverine toothbrush, Grave Digger toy car, and not pictured, a copy of GnR "Appetite for Destruction". Target is dangerous when you're buzzed because everything sounds like a good/fun idea to buy.
We also got some fun generic brands you can always turn to in a recession...
Delicare: it don't clean nothin' but it smells good. King of Shaves: makes my legs bleed but it smells good. BreathRx: I guess it sorta works. CVS Nail Polish Remover: works eventually, but smells like hell for hours afterward. But dammit, I bought 'em so I'll use 'em!
Show us the last thing you bought.
Funnily enough, the last thing I bought was panties, but not any panties... Hanky Pankies! These are the most comfortable and thoroughly sexy panties in the world, they are worth every penny.
J and I were driving from breakfast to a small nature park on Kiawah island in South Carolina last week. We were almost to the gate when we realized we didn't have sunscreen, binoculars or anything else.
We turned the car around to head back to the hotel, when we drove by this great egret just hanging around a bridge. We were able to observe him amazingly close from our car window. J took these photos of him.
Great egrets are large herons found all over the world. Hunters in the late 1800s and early 1900s killed off 95 percent of the population in North America to use their feathers for clothing. Great egrets were almost extinct when two elderly women decided they wanted to protect the species, but women were not allowed to vote at the time. So they enlisted the help of a politician, who formed an organization with them and made it illegal to hunt these birds.Their population recovered nicely.This organization is now known as the Audubon Society.
The oldest great egret on record was 23 years old. These birds are not endangered, but are highly vulnerable to loss of their wetland habitat.
Which is the bear for you?
OR...That's it, I'm blaming the peri-menopause. I mean, I have a doctor's note and everything. ::sigh:: I'm not saying I'm on my "periodical" as Pa Kettle calls them. It's just hit-and-run rage and hot flashes. So, excuse me if I totally lose my shite.
On a forum about iPhones, I simply went nuts.
The poster, supposedly a female adult, was decrying the lack of apps for girls.
Think about that because I'm a fairly girlie-girl kind of saccharine-sweet freak
with three nieces. We have dress-up parties and talk about hair. I'm a regular poster on a forum for fans a particular brand of makeup, not just any makeup. Here's a shot that shows my seat covers...and the rose on my mirror. I'm all for rocking your girlie self.At the same time, I don't like being looked down upon for having a proper balance of X's -as in chromosomes
The whine about "no apps for girls" was enough to send up a red flag but I read on. She gave about 5 ideas, including something that could tell the girl-user how to color-coordinate her wardrobe. Excuse me? Okay, for one if we're being sexist, I'd argue that most women do better than most men when it comes to putting clothes together. Men don't care. -I'm old, these new-fangled metro-sexuals might care and that's fine but I'm saying in general
I tried to click away, my usual response to crap that ticks me off. I usually don't give it another thought but sometimes I'll post about it here or tell a friend if it stays in my brain long enough. What did I do, today?
I was mean. I'm not proud. I'm ashamed and I can't take it back. It's out there.
I asked "her" if the post was meant to be controversial. -because it sure as hell felt like it
I proceeded to call myself a girlie-girl type of person who found the mention of "apps for girls" insulting...I must be a smidgeon smarter than I had previously imagined and while I have always considered myself to have a poor self-esteem, at least I haven't yet resorted to having my iPhone tell me what to wear in the morning.
I ended with,
See? I'm sticking with the peri-menopausal defense. I'm guilty but I actually couldn't help it at the time. It was like temporary insanity."Sorry, I'm acting like a girl."