JoyfulC

I'd like to come this time too! I'm putting it on my calendar.

Yeah, I think you should stop hobbying while you're working out your marriage. I dunno. For me, this is a service that exists for people who are in marriages that aren't satisfying them in this area. And in that sense, it takes pressure off the marriage. If the marriage has no use for sex, and if a sexual edge still exists, then this business can help take that edge off. But it should never compete with marriage. That is not our purpose. If you have a possibility for achieving satisfaction in your marriage, then for goodness sakes, go with that. If that works out, it will bring you your ultimate satisfaction.

Embracing imperfection is the story of my life. I would have been the girl least likely to have been a Call Girl. I was gangly, tomboyish, late-blooming and just all-around not-quite model perfect. When I first started in this business, I had to work for agencies. (No internet.) They would often sell me as a great beauty, and so, when I arrived at the door, I was often a shock to the customer. I used to have to talk my way inside the first time, but never the second. They always asked for me by name the second time around. I may not have ever been any great beauty (...ironically, I look way better now in my 50s than I ever did in my 20s), but I always knew what I was doing and enjoyed the experience. You can probably ask for more than that, but sometimes, that's enough.

Meeting a guy today for the second time who is obviously "right up my alley." I won't say more, as I don't want to get sleazy, but suffice to say, it's a blast to meet with someone on the same wavelength. I love my job!

Look at the bright side: at least SPs still make real appointments! Imagine being told by your favourite SP that she'd see you sometime between 8am and 7pm... just sit and wait. (#howSPsarenotlikeotherbusinessesthesedays)

Goodness gracious! I'll probably wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to get that out of my head.

Learning that iCloud has everything I ever purchased from iTunes--even stuff I thought was long lost--available to download to my phone. Yay!

The back story: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2024155/Thats-fowl-play-Irate-owl-sets-hapless-duck-startled-mid-flight.html

Just heard a rumour that a gas station and convenience store will be going up on the vacant lot across the county road from us. ____ That pretty much puts the final nail in the coffin for enjoying our summer evenings out on the sunporch. We really need to think about moving. And BTW, what in the hell is the problem country people have with darkness? When we moved out here from the city, one thing we really looked forward to was a chance to relish some sweet sensual darkness and natural moon and starlight. But nope! Turns out everybody out here turns on every light until the outside areas are lit up as brightly as most indoor areas. What is up with that?? Seriously, I save on hydro because I don't have to turn lights on at night because there's nearly as much light streaming in my windows at 2 in the morning as there is at 2 in the afternoon. Sheesh!

A new pair of reading glasses.

My first and probably last attempt at Spaghetti Carbonara. I always know it's bad when my husband cheerfully pronounces "All good ingredients!" Yep. And totally ruined by combining them in this way. On the good side, the dogs loved it. But then, they love vomit too ... which is pretty much what this meal looked, smelled and tasted like. Ugh!

A Skuut balance bike for my 3-year-old grandson! For ages 2-5, it helps little kids develop the balance skills they'll need for their pedal bike. http://www.Skuut.com

I'm not sure that works. I once shared a place with a couple of riggers and a couple of pilots. The riggers were men's men. I had been complaining about the Jehovah's Witlesses coming by during the day. Well, one day they were home when they came around again. My one roommate, a big hairy beast of a guy, was wearing only a pair of shorts. He dropped them, strode over to the door and whipped it open. They continued their spiel regardless. They didn't even stop when he gave them a propeller. Didn't even slow them down. I'd love to stroll into one of their meetings one day so I can explain why agnosticism is the only rational belief system. I'm sure they'd all be happy to drop whatever they're doing and listen to what I have to say, right? (Sorry, MegForFun! There's nothing more rattling than having someone come to the door during a session.)

Just finished my first ever audiobook to completion. And it was a pretty good experience! I've never had the patience for audiobooks. I lose my train of thought (usually to reading something else). But this week, I have had strep throat (for only the second time in my life). I don't know how people can handle having strep throat regularly. I find it excruciatingly uncomfortable, and the worst torture of all is that, although I haven't had the strength to read or keep up with my correspondence or whatever, my brain isn't shut down. So it's like lying here being uncomfortable, silently screaming AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! WHEN IS THIS GOING TO BE OVER???? So I went online with my library and selected Mo Heyder's "Birdman." It was a good story and, really, under the circumstances, I found it more satisfying than a movie because it lasted longer, and there is almost as much exercise of imagination required for listening to a story being read, as there is for reading it. It might be the perfect solution to what to do with my brain during the long days of canning season at the end of the summer.

Watching Scotties Tournament of Hearts. Such lovely, fresh, beautiful REAL women!

Wow!! Love your new avatar!! While suicide is often associated with sadness or despair, please understand that is not always the case. We all have to die some day. Some of us would prefer to choose the time and method, rather than putting ourselves and our loved ones through whatever chance deals us. When I was younger, I rode motorcycles, skydived, raced. I accepted that I might meet an early death. But I didn't. So many people have said to me, "oh, you're so lucky your parachute always opened!" and I think to myself, "yeah, because now I have a greater shot at dying after some period of agony, humility and disability, pissing and shitting myself in some bed. How lucky for me!" I've lived a joyful life. When I go, I want to make a joyful choice. I think we need to respect those who choose suicide. We have each other while we have each other, and we'd do better to remember that while we do. It will be my choice if fate does not interfere, whether anyone respects it or not. It's not our place to second guess people on a matter like this. Additional Comments: See the movie "Harold & Maude."

Last night, I made shrimp bisque for the first time ever, and it came out really well! I used cognac instead of brandy. We served it with freshly baked bread and salad with homemade croutons. I rarely buy lettuce this time of year because the prices are horrid, the heads are pathetic, and so much just goes to waste. But I saw online that washing and cutting it up as soon as you get it home, then storing it in a mason jar greatly prolongs fridge life. We're giving that a try. I hope it works because that head of Romaine set us back $3.49! (But if you try this, learn from my mistake: use a wide-mouthed mason jar.)

I'm not usually big on tattoos, but this is one woman's solution to living beautifully after a double mastectomy. Amazing! (Don't make the mistake I did of spending 10 minutes looking for her nipples. There are none.)

Getting a big, sloppy wake-up kiss from a puppy who's obviously just snacked at the kitty cat potty box.

At one point today, I managed to knock a glass of water onto my netbook. It was touch-&-go for an hour or so, but I was finally able to get it to boot again. (There's a good reason for setting a restore point daily!) That, and I had some very fun company today (and had the requisite cat nap afterwards!).

Dinner was a wash tonight. I had maple walnut ice cream and chicken wings.

When Fred and I were dating, he once did this. Poor boy was such a rube! We went out to dinner, and I paid (of course--a poor skydiving instructor, he never had any money). Then I went to the ladies' room and we went out to our cars. I was just about to turn the key, when he was knocking on my window, waving the money. He said, "Oh here! You left this on the table." I was mortified! I explained that was the tip. He said, "Oh. I thought a tip was like a quarter." Right off the farm, that kid!

I hear your frustration, but in fairness, is it reasonable to expect plowing on a day like this? We shovelled our driveway twice today, and an hour after the last time, you couldn't even tell we did it. Lesson learned! We should have just stayed in and drank hot cocoa.