There is never, ever a dull moment in our house. Sometimes there are tears, and sometimes there is a whole lot of laughter.
Yesterday I signed for a package for middle child. I had no idea what I was signing for, but since she signs for my mail, I figured I would return the favour, saving her a trip to the post office. Well little did I know what was in the long, rectangular shaped box – I couldn’t even fathom a guess, I would just have to wait until she returned home from running errands. I did send her a text telling her mail had arrived for her from China. She responded with not Turkey? Turkey, I say? Her reply “nvm” (never mind, for those of you who aren’t up-to-date on texting shortcuts).
About an hour or so later, as hubby and I are in the kitchen preparing for dinner, middle child returns home, and I give her the “package”. Being so ever curious, I ask what she has ordered. Well, as she bursts out laughing, she tells me it’s a “Bluetooth vibrator”. OMFG! You mean, I signed for a Bluetooth vibrator? Geez, laughter, lots and lots of laughter from all three of us. She goes on to explain how she was with her friends, a few drinks too many, on Amazon, and lo and behold the Bluetooth vibrator caught her attention, and well she is almost 25 and doesn’t have a boyfriend at this current time. Plus, she said her friend bought one too, then she reminded me about the vibrator she found in my dresser drawer. Oops.
Of course dad jokingly asks “did you get the extended warranty?” ROTFLMAO!
Note: A healthy sex life is a good thing, and more importantly if you can talk to your kids about sex, you have a great relationship.
The other day, the young man and I were having a very interesting conversation about the ‘shirtless‘ men posted on Facebook by his female friends. He didn’t think it was fair that woman could, on a regular basis post images of men without shirts and hit the “like” button, yet he or his male friends could not post an image of a ‘shirtless‘ woman, and hit the “like” button. (Facebook seems to also delete pictures of women breastfeeding, deeming them to be pornographic).
I completely agree with my son; it isn’t fair that women can sexualize men, but the minute a man does that to a woman, there is an uproar. Feminists want equal rights for men and women, so I’m curious how many of you “Feminists” out there, hit the “Like” button? I bet quite a few of you do, will you even admit to it?
So until Facebook lets men post pictures of women without shirts and let them hit the “like” button, I will not hit the “like” button for shirtless men, and I will do my best to delete those posts that I see in my stream.
Yes, this subject is opening a can of worms.
Nothing like posting a controversial subject as my last post of 2014, Happy New Year!
When we were in the initial planning stages of our vacation to Jamaica, one of the main requirements for me, besides hot and sunny weather was it had to be an adults-only resort. Don’t get me wrong I love children, but I wanted a vacation where we weren’t hearing little ones yell for mommy or daddy, and I wanted to see what it was like to go to a restaurant, where there weren’t kids throwing tantrums or running up & down the aisles. Now as many of you already know, hubby and I stayed on the clothing optional side of the resort (ironically, one of the resorts I had originally tried to convince my darling husband to go to was Hedonism. I explained to him that there was a prude side we could stay on, and if we felt comfortable enough we could go to the non-prude side, but he said no, he wasn’t up to that right now).
So there we were on the clothing optional side (we hadn’t planned it, but the first room we were given was on the second floor, and there were too many stairs for me), approximately twenty feet from the beach, close to the bar and some to-die-for lamb chops. We had lounge chairs on our patio, lots of sun but also shade (necessary for when you run out of sunblock).
Now it didn’t take me long to drop the bathing suit for nudity, I blame out of whack perimenopause hormones for my lack of discretion, whereas it took my husband another day to drop his shorts. I believe he needed to see that there were no super models he had to compete with, one can only hold their tummy in for so long. Plus there is the manhood to consider, will it be up to snuff with everyone else. This is where hubby and I found there were two types of the male nudist, the ones that are nude all the time, and the ones that are only nude on vacation. The permanent nudists are shall I say, long and relaxed whereas the vacation nudists are mushroom caps, why? Well for the simple reason their manhood has been trapped in underwear its entire life. Now you know how to tell a non-nudist from a nudist.