Running Red Momma

I fought blogging for a long time because it seemed so strange to stick personal details out in public. But then I found how fun it has been to record stuff that just doesn't belong in more serious memoirs. My weighty concern is a personal grooming curse. I have always been a hairy sort of woman. When I taught Asian students in my outreach programs, they would pet my arms and ask me what was wrong. "Genetic misfortune" or having one's family history be ape, I would explain. The malady has always given me the thought laser would be better than the oodles of supplies I purchase in a vain hope it will stop the undergrowth. Laser treatments seemed so extravagant I would stop myself. Until now...I have the most unfortunate of pregnancy complications. I cannot stop getting ingrown hairs in my rather large (think ape) bikini area. I speak of grotesque monsters with their own names. (If you want further descriptors, I could email--don't think I will provide photos.)...

Yikes!  I have been tagged.  I have been asked to list seven funny or weird things about myself. It quickly turned into a phobia list...but here goes: I am afraid of electricity.  So, installing lights kind of freaks me out.  Batteries, electrical plates, you name it. I am afraid of being shocked. I am claustrophobic...not the crazy kind in elevators and such.  I just hate things near my face.  The combination of being very cold blooded and claustrophobic makes sex in the winter a little problematic.  I love to steal food from other people's plates even when I have a full plate myself. I generally read from 3-4 books at a time.  But, sometimes, I go crazy waiting to know the ending. So, I will ignore the kids for a morning and finish one book.  My kitchen MUST be clean, but yet my master can become unbelievably cluttered and messsy. I  like trash/silly tv. Ah you know:  E! the story, Tyra Banks,  Ugly Betty you know great stuff like that...but somehow I don't like reality tv. W...

When I was a teenager, we used to hear the urban myth of a married couple putting pennies in a jar for each time they had sex.  Thereafter, in the years following, the couple should withdraw a penny for the same concept.  The idea being the jar would never empty.  I guess that is the myth part. Actually, I am relieved  it can still be great after ten years and three kids.    You never know how time, marriage, kids and health can impact your personal recreation.   However,  there have been a few books lately about having sex for 100 days or a year straight (what can I say, I fold laundry while watching tv).  Honey, I am not on that boat.  I don't see myself enjoying that kind of a commitment.  For me, the next morning is about smiling to myself, "Yeah, I got some."  It makes my whole day great and I think of my husband more that day.  I like the spontaneous nature of the whole thing; little else in my life feels off the cuff.  It don't eat ice cream every day either.  ...