mmmmm, so what do YOU all have planned ?
I wonder just how many ‘baby boomers’ were conceived after a night like like this ???
Tag Archives: 50 something
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nature calling …..again
3 FebToday I’m daring to take the tone of the blog down a little and revisit our earlier observations about bodily functions, …. THEN by adding the provocative question:‘is scratching a back-itch better than sex?’ … (but more on that later) .
Back to the bladder blog ‘need to pee’…which has brought people out of the closet…(or perhaps loo) to admit that they too experience the ‘get home.., remove key from ignition.., balance the groceries and handbag.., try to unlock the door.., burst inside and rush to the loo’ syndrome. Surprisingly even men in their middle years have whispered that they have these urges (minus the groceries and handbag of course).
But today I want to take it a step further …to the physical sensations of relief when you finally get there. I thought I was a little unusual and alone in this one…UNTIL the conversation turned to the recent blog post …Suddenly I discovered that I am NOT the only one whose teeth tingle when I have been busting to pee …and finally make it.
Is that weird ? …. Well, I thought so, but at least 3 other people have admitted to sharing the same experience. Then along comes ‘Mr 50 something’ who shares the fact that HIS hands and fingers tingle at that glorious moment of relief !!! … WOW, the things we discover about each other after 33years of marriage.
Having peaked your curiosity ~ I think I’ll save the back-scratch for tomorrow night.
(I’m 50 something …but not dead yet)
packing it …
26 JanAussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi ~ Happy Australia Day
I said right from the outset, that this blog is a place for nonsensical, whimsical, amusing & everyday observations….not for political commentary nor whining, (unless of course I am really really annoyed in which case I reserve “authors prerogative” and I’ll bang on as long as I want too)…. So given this… I won’t get into the whole Australia Day issue….Instead I’ll talk about trying to open my mascara.
I am So OVER packaging !!! (once more for effect…..) I am SO OVER packaging (you guessed it this is shaping up to be a whine)
Cosmetics are right up there with the best when it comes to the annoyance factor…You know, those double sided moulded and welded plastic casings that you simply cannot get apart without industrial strength scissors…and if you try with your teeth you just know it will result in a trip to the dentist. Then there are those shrink sealed wraps that have a perforated side but you can never find the spot to crack it open; and the SUPER sticky metal security tag that is usually stuck across the part where the lid connects …and you can never get it all off in one go….(by the way… can anyone tell me why the even bother….. I’ve never yet been stopped at a store when I set that alarms off because of one).
All this made worse because of those ’50 something’ failing eyes… sigh
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water-tight …
11 JanBefore I start today’s trip inside my head just a little background for those of you that have recently joined my 365 day blog challenge.
First of all… ‘the windows’… I discovered one day that lots of my travel photos contained windows… all captured quite by accident. Funny really because I’ve always loved the idea of peeking through windows right on dusk to be a ‘fly on the wall’; not in any creepy kind of way…but I love people, and have always been fascinated by what makes them tick, (so where better to see that than inside their own homes?) .
Anyway … in more recent years since losing my voice, I have wished that people had a clear view through ‘my’ window to see what goes on inside this crazy busy mind (realising that it’s mostly useless nonsense…) because it’s just too bloody hard to express all this trivia in words. I can manage to get my message across for the ‘essentials’ but the more colourful, detailed minutia of the mind needs a place to escape (before my head bursts).
Now, while finding something to reflect on every day should be easy … there is just so much going on, that it’s sometimes hard to choose, and that in itself becomes a challenge. So each day is just a snapshot of something quirky, amusing or completely banal that makes its way through the chaos of my mind, and is captured in a few paragraphs of nonsense for you to read …or not.
Today it’s all about hair (a recurring theme – it seems) …but this time from a completely different angle.
Holidaying on the coast I couldn’t help but notice an extremely hirsute 50 something man swimming at the beach, BUT NOT GETTING WET!! What the …? Go Figure!!!
As I watched for over half an hour to see this ‘furry fella’ dive and emerge with little more than a glisten on his profuse and well populated follicles, I resisted the urge to pass on the details of the nearest beauty salon for a quick depilation. BUT when I turned my attention to a young bohemian, swimming beside me with a huge head of BONE DRY dreadlocks…. I was stumped… How is it that I look like a drowned rat (flat and frazzled), while these two guys floating by were seemingly waterproof?
Not fair…I want what they’re having!
Wonder Years 