Tag: adulting

Hurts

I can usually (and do) say what others either can not or will not say, when a situation is in need of it, of directness and clarity. But I regularly cannot figure out what to say to soothe people, a situation for which so many people do seem to be able to say what needs to be said… I am gifted with words, but not with soothing words. That’s for certain…

Post-a-day 2922

That V

The human body is a beautiful thing. And it is especially beautiful when its inhabitant, if you will, truly takes care of it and well. The contours and shapes are just plain beautiful. But one of the absolute best parts, I think, is that muscled V that runs along the inner edges of the hips. Underwear models have been getting us with those two lines for decades, and I don’t really see them ever ceasing to dupe us into wanting even more Calvin Klein underwear simply because of that V… mmmm… I look forward to having my very own personal Calvin Klein underwear model… eventually… 😛

Post-a-day 2022

Baseball

I have never much wanted to be on a kiss cam. But, tonight, sitting at a baseball game for my first – I say that with hopes of more in the future, of course – date with the man who makes my heart grow more than I knew possible at someone else’s hands*, I wanted to be in that kiss cam (with him, of course. I mean, duh. Haha).

And so, it begins officially, this life with him.

God, may you ever be with us and work within and through us to share your love in the world. Help us to desire and to fulfill your will. Your will be done. Amen.

*The man who asked me, after seeing my awesome tennis shoes with my casual daytime outfit today, if I was going to be his wife. 😛

Post-a-day 2022

Blood money

Started menstruating early while on a middle-of-semi-nowhere resort. Didn’t have quite enough tampons to make it through the rest of the weekend. Must purchase from the store on property, because we’re in the middle of a nature preserve and can’t get to anywhere reliable easily or cheaply. Glance at magnets, because he likes to collect magnets from his travels, but determine that none were interesting in the first place and he didn’t much care to have one for this particular trip, anyway. Buy two eight-pack boxes of regular Tampax Pearl and a box of ten Mexican brand supers. Cost is $25. $25 for 26 tampons. He asks, “Is that typical?” ‘Five or so dollars would be,’ I tell him. He comments that well, everything is expensive just because of where we are, and we have to get these, so, oh, well. He doesn’t say it meanly or annoyedly, but simply acknowledging what’s so.

We finish paying, I grab my boxes, and we begin to walk away. The worker/cashier calls out to us. He turns away to grab something, says, “Here,” and hands us two shot glasses that are actually kind of cool looking. We chuckle and thank him, and everyone is smiling genuinely, and the two of us feel so delighted at how just being ourselves while buying tampons turned out to be so fun. We don’t even have shots, but we certainly will find some small serving of some beverage or beverages to enjoy with these little glasses.

And then my mom asked, of course, upon hearing the bulk of the story and seeing the photo, if they were tampon holders. (For those who don’t know my mom, it was a definite joke on her part, and we all laughed really well at it.) It was great.

Post-a-day 2022