Low pile carpeting vs disco bush.....

So there has been a lot of discussion lately between a few friends and myself regarding women and their sense of tidiness down there. I will admit that i have let the "carpeting" as Jennifer calls it, get a little untidy now and again. Unfortunately it is at the most inopportune times but i digress. Generally i like to keep in under control. Once i even went as far as to get one of those Brazilian/LA waxes....hmmmm you have no idea the level of pain that accompanied that experience. I think the woman doing it had finished like 2 strips when i tried to get up and say that was fine it was enough i didn't want anymore done to me....afterall why was i paying for the torture? Alas she finished the job and i felt much like i'd imagine a pornstar would feel with my little "landing strip" as they are called. I didn't want to go completely bare or else i'd feel like a 6 year old. It was an interesting albeit painful experience that involved a stranger near my genitals and popsicle sticks....Good times LOL.

I told my friend a funny story the other day about my at the time disco bush and she told me she has an appointment to get a brazilian. She sent me this in my email and said i should take their advice:

"Sexual intercourse itself doesn't feel any better or worse with a brazilian, but your new-found adoration of your pruned privet heightens your sexual confidence.
As well as sexier, you feel cleaner too. However scarce our English summers, when it is hot outside, you can be sure that you'll feel breezy, cool and fresh inside. So, now that you look neater, feel cleaner and more sexually rampant, why would you ever go back to a steamy, unkempt, full bush?"

Now i know what Jennifer says "low pile carpeting means high traffic area" ....

What does everyone else think....neat and tidy is better or let it grow au natural?

HNT

My appologies, i've been terribly busy and and it's so fucking cold outside *sigh* i hate the snow and i'm just on my way to volunteer but wanted to put up a quick HNT picture. Those are my eyes :)

I will copy one of the comments in my Embarassing Moments section though courtesy of Melissa that she just left me....it's good for a giggle.

She wrote:
I'm not quite sure if this would classify as an embarrassing moment to you at the time. but it was when you were drunk and were with Luca and I (a nice friend) allowed you to stay at my house. After your evening you came back to my house and had a lil trouble with my door locks and you had to pee and couldn't wait so you peed where my dog goes to the bathroom infront of the man you were dating for a short while....and the next morning my lovely dog smelled it and rolled all over in it!!!

Body Worlds 2

On Saturday my sister and I decided to go see Body Worlds 2: The Anatomical Exhibition of Real Human Bodies. Oh my....is all i have to say. I found it rather interesting/disgusting. Gunther Von Hagens is the inventor of plastination. Plastination makes it possible to preserve an entire body or individual tissues and organs that have been removed from the body of the deceased. Decomposition is halted by removing water and fats from the tissues and replacing these with polymers.

Anyway so there were preserved bodies displayed in many different ways as well as cases of organs and various body parts. It was interesting to see the effects of a stroke on the brain or an obese man vs a skinny man and all the muscles in our bodies. I recall laughing as we approached one specific case. It was a pelvis and a leg. This particular person had had a knee replacement. Also attached was his penis. The gentleman behind me had children with him and kept trying to keep their eyes away from the genitals by repeating "wow, look at that shiny knee, look kids, it's metal, wow, look at that knee" as the wife and the rest of us started to laugh.

As i said i found the exhibit quite interesting but it also really creeped me out. I think for most of it i had a look of sheer horror and disgust on my face as well as one of wonder. The one man had been sliced repeatedly but he had that funeral skin look and there was hair on his head and my sister felt the need to point out his sliced nipple....eek. I wanted to poke at him but i refrained. I do however wonder how the camel and the horse gave their consent to be a part of this :)

All in all it was a good educational experience. Many a time i have pulled my sciatica nerve not really knowing what it was, just that i was in pain...but this experience allowed me to actually see the nerve and to appreciate my body a little more. I really do need to take better care of it :)

If you want more information about this exhibit google Body Worlds ... I cannot get the link to work.

My sister and I also took a spin around the Science Centre. We looked ridiculous i'm sure hopping on bikes to make a light glow and having races on rowing machines. She of course won however she rowed for years but felt the need to boast about it throughout the day. We also did a simulated wheelchair race....before the minute was even up our arms were hurting so bad....i don't know how they can race like that.
Jennifer will appreciate this one....they have an aging machine so you can see what you will look like in 40 or so years. Asides from the fact that there was a huge lineup we did not participate in that one....I would rather die then see all the wrinkles that will be added to my already existing bunch.

Needle Exchange Programs

So i was reading an interesting article in the paper the other day regarding Needle Exchange Programs (NEP) in federal prisons. They began them in August as a trial to see if they could promote Harm Reduction within the prison system for Intravenous drug users as well as with tattooing. I think this is a fantastic idea. I also agree with Harm Reduction and it's principles. For those that are unsure of what it means....Harm Reduction is a service delivery model and a model for behaviour change. It encourages substance users to reduce the harm done by drug use, using clean works and such to prevent the spread of various diseases through dirty needles. As well, it provides users with a new needle for every time they use as some will use the same needle 20-30 times making the tip jagged and a feeding ground for infecions with the raw ripped skin.

I had a big discussion with my trainer on Halloween about Needle Exchange Programs. He was horrified by them, thought they promoted more drug use. I disagreed, people are going to do what they want to do, we can at least provide them with the tools to prevent further harm to their bodies. These NEP provide clean injection equipment in return for old or used needles and promote safer injections. They dispose properly of used and perhaps contaminated needles so they are not lying around the parks for kids to touch etc. As well, i know in Vancouver they had started Safe Injection sites for heroin users a few years back with clean facilities and medical staff on hand. Some of their goals included preventing the spread of infectious diseases and preventing fatal overdoses. I have not done any research as of yet into the outcomes of this place....Any thoughts on these programs?

NIN

Ah yes, so on Thursday i went to the Nine Inch Nails concert...good times, they were fantastic. However the gentleman sitting beside me was not. There was the aisle and then one empty seat and my seat and the rest of the row. I ask my friend if the show sold out and she said it had. So i'm wondering who is going to be joining us in the lone seat...perhaps someone that got separated from their friends. I see 3 people walk up towards us, 2 sit infront and a chubby man sits beside me. I'm assuming they are together but nope he's alone. Then he starts trying to make conversation with me and i realize he smells like a brewery. The funny thing is though that the venue had a liquor infraction and was not allowed to serve any alcohol for this particular concert. He must have been imbibing beforehand.
So he's stinky, unsteady and drunk and keeps trying to talk to my friend and i. We do our best to ignore. He then pulls out a mickey of whiskey and pours it into his pop cup...mystery solved. Nine Inch Nails begin to play and some poor soul decides to stand in the aisle beside him and he procedes to yap and yap. That person leaves and he turns to me and says "so have you heard the new cd?" I was like "yeah and i'm trying to listen to it right now" *give dirty look* and he continues to talk "so do you like it" i shake my head yes, give another dirty look and he stares at me like he's going to say something else but i ignore him. Ughhh we were hoping he would tumble down the stairs but we were not so lucky. He was my TYB courtesy of Dawn LOL.

As for the weekend, i met a cute boy last night :) Friend of a friend. Perhaps i'll give him a call.

Early HNT

Well as some of you know i did not get the job...everything was perfect it just came down to experience ... the other girl had more than me. Needless to say all of my co-workers are super pissed and i actually just got a card from the girl whose position was free wishing me luck and saying i would be the best at the job. I will have to remember to call her and tell her the news as she has moved to a different location. Of course it sucks but it makes me feel good knowing that i'm well liked and obviously everyone agrees that i'm capable of doing more than i am right now :)

As for my early HNT...i don't particularily always follow the rules and i found this funny story and an old glove that i thought would compliment the tale......and i'll be busy tomorrow at the NIN concert :)

The Glove Story

A guy decides to buy his new girlfriend a pair of gloves for Christmas....after all they've only known each other 3 weeks. Romantic yet not too personal.
Accompanied by her younger sister, he goes to Eaton's and buys a pair of gloves. The sister picks up a pair of panties for herself. But during the wrapping the clerk mixes up the parcels. The sister gets the gloves, they guy takes home the box containing the panties. Without checking, the guy rushes the suspect gift to his sweetie after drafting this loving helpful note:

" I chose these because i noticed you are not in the habit of wearing any when we go out in the evening. If it had not been for your sister, I would have chosen the long ones with the buttons, but she wears the short ones that are easier to remove. These are a delicate shade but the lady i bought them from showed me a pair she'd been wearing for the last 3 weeks and they were hardly soiled. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart. I wish that i was there to put them on you the 1st time. There's no doubt other hands will come in contact with them before i have a chance to see you again. When you take them off, remember to blow in them before putting them away, as they will naturally be a little damp from wearing. Just think how many times i will kiss them during the coming year. I hope you will wear them for me on Christmas Eve...P.S the latest style is to wear them folded down with a little fur showing."

After a While...

So quick update, i went for that interview last week, i finally had one. My boss asked me today how i thought it went and i said i was not sure. She assured me i did a great job in the actual interview and an excellent job on the written half. They are still undecided ......ughh. She let me know as well that the other women had previously worked in the particular job we are both going for as well she has extensive experience within the agency ahhhhhhh..... so i can only keep my fingers crossed...at least they are still unsure of who they would like.

Anyway i came across an old poem i had not read in a long time but i quite enjoy. I thought i would share it with you.

AFTER A WHILE

By: Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning, and company doesn't mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts, and presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.

And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.

And after a while you learn that even the sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure...That you really are strong.

And you really do have worth.

And you learn and learn...With every goodbye you learn.

The Pervert

That's my arm....not very exciting i'm afraid but i had to put something up !!


I read a funny blog about a man's crazy perverted old neighbour and it made me laugh as well reminded me of a hilarious story. I've been meaning to ask my sister about the details again but for those that know me....i'll never remember to ask. So i'll go from my shoddy memory of what she told me in the summer.

She was having dinner at her sister in law's house. The sister in law's father in law was there. He's an older Italian man probably in his 70's or 80's....minor details. Anyway so she's sitting alone outside with this man and they are talking about food. He mentions that he doesn't like sweets much ....but does like one sweet thing. So in keeping up with the conversation my sister inquires as to what this might be "like chocolate?" and he responds with "pussy" "i love the sweet taste of pussy" He then continues on and on with various stories about his genitals and women's breasts .... she was mortified but could do nothing but laugh as she was in absolute shock at what this man was saying. I asked her if she started to yell "inappropriate" at him....but she said she just laughed. When she recanted the full story i do recall my mouth dropping to the floor and i was crying i was laughing so hard. She also told my dad the story ... and he's apparently met the man....he however did not recall discussing this man's genitals LOL.