Tag: spills

Belly…

And sometimes you have three cones of soft serve with dinner… each, of course: two as an appetizer and one as dessert on the way out.

Ah, the blessings of Mexican restaurants with self-serve soft serve… the fact that it is by the door still cracks me up. We actually went one evening just to see if we could have some soft serve. My man went inside to ask if he could buy the soft serve. He didn’t quite manage the question, but he still ended up with permission to take some ice cream for us both, even though we weren’t dining, and so was just waiting in the car! Score, for sure!

So, having three cones tonight was another bonding event for the both of us. I feel best eating paleo, yet, here we were, scarfing down ice cream on cones and chips with salsa and chile con queso… some Friday nights, it seems, just call for Mexican food and ice cream, it seems.

Afterward, as we walked to the car, eating our third cones, we detoured to the stadium across the way, because there was a game happening. We ended up getting a perfect picture of me with the stadium’s scoreboard, which happens to have my family name on it in big letters (though I’ve no idea why). We’d gone by on the bikes one day, but couldn’t get inside the fence without breaking laws. Tonight, however, the freshman or JV football game inside was free of charge to attend, and you got to walk on the track (only way for visitors to get to the other side) on the scoreboard side(!). Thus the awesome photo! Yippee!

Also, my man, naturally, spilled some ice cream on the bottom hem of his shorts while walking to the stadium. Good thing I grabbed napkins on the way out (specifically with him in mind, mind you)! But, when we were waiting for a play to end, so we wouldn’t be so ridiculously obvious taking photos by the field – keep in mind that we already stood out, our being the only white people in a stadium of mostly black and some Hispanic people – I started helping him identify spills and cleans himself up. Fortunately, the only one on his clothes was the shorts hem spill. It was a small drop. So, I figured a little moisture could go a long way to help out the chocolate spill on the khaki shorts.

However, let’s think about this for a second. We’re standing under the edge of the bleachers, down at the far end where no one is sitting anyway. I lean down and suck on the hem of his shorts a few seconds… meaning that I have my head down quite near his groin, though actually well below it… how bad does that look from a distance?!?!?! So it goes, I suppose… w broth cracked up as we both realized it at about the same time, and I said it allowed. 😛

Anyway… it was a great time, and it, surprisingly, wasn’t too hot. I even had on long sleeves still, and a scarf, from the restaurant. Very decent weather tonight.

Thank you, God, for such a lovely and silly evening and night. Help us to sleep well, please, that we have the energy and attitudes to pursue your will and share your love tomorrow. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Whoops…!

Feminine stuff coming… beware  😛

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When we are little, wetting the bed is a common thing.  It is even acceptable and expected up to a certain age.  Eventually, though, without any definite limitation, we reach an age where bed-wetting is just not a thing anymore.  We have grown out of it, just as we were expected to do.  I feel as though getting blood on one’s underwear is a similar situation.  When we are young teenagers, it is all too common (and expected) for use to have leaks and errors of judgement that lead to menstruation making its mark on a pair of underwear or dozen, and maybe even a few pairs of pants and/or skirts and shorts.  However, at some point in time, at an undefined age, we grow out of such a thing.  We are accustomed enough to the circumstances of menstruation, that we no longer have this think called leaking onto our underwear.  We grow up.

And yet, here I am, a good decade past that approximate age, washing out blood-spotted undies.  And it isn’t even that it was the sudden start of my period unexpectedly, and so I was unprepared.  I already wear pantyliners for regular discharge, – we all have it, and I truly don’t understand how women manage to be comfortable every day with it rubbing around and into their underwear all day long – and so am, in a way, always prepared for the start of my period.  The thing is, I actually forget about my period while I am on it.

Now, I am truly grateful that I have such a comfortable period that I am even able to forget that I have it while I have it.  It just has me suddenly realize that my pantyliner in full of blood, and, ‘Oh, goodness, when did I put that last tampon in?’  Really, the only concern is getting blood all over the place (not that that’s great or anything, but still…), so that isn’t half bad in the long run.  I just all too often get blood all over the place on my undies.  In a way, I suppose I’m used to it, because I forget so often (at least, I used to forget really often, and it has slowed down some now, but it still happens regularly).  I even have (or had until this past year) certain underwear that I wear on certain days of menstruation, because they are older, and they can handle a date with blood (as opposed to my newer and/or nicer underwear).  They are usually the only ones that are getting close to being thrown out, but are holding up enough physically to be used still.

I think I’ve only had one or two , possibly three occasions a year, really, in which I’ve had to clean out blood from underwear these past couple/few years.  So, I’ve definitely improved from how often I had to do it before then (every month, multiple times a period).  That still doesn’t change the part where I’d kind of hoped, thought, expected to be past this altogether.  Maybe once or twice in a decade, as part of an extreme accident of some sort.  But not so regularly that I still typically wear my period underwear on those certain strong flow days every time.  Meh… whatevs.  It is what it is.  Here’s to being good at cleaning underwear!

 

Post-a-day 2017