When I shower, I like lots of bubbles and lather, therefore I always get liquid soap that smells yummy and girly. It's one of the simple pleasures I still have left. I don't get very many chances to soak in the tubby anymore, I'm always the last to get a shower at our house - so consequently my hair is always wet, or else the hair is dry and I'm putting on my shoes & makeup in the car. I don't spend money on fancy perfume and I never have time to lotion up my dry legs. The soapy, smelly shower is it for me these days.
A few years ago my husband ran out of soap. He has always preferred some manly smelling bar soap. I never touch the stuff myself, but to each his own. Anyways, he was out of soap and finally broke down and used my smelly lavender breeze - or whatever. He couldn't believe that this little drop of soap could produce all these bubbles & get his whole body clean - and he didn't need to peel it off the edge of the tub before using it! Crazy!
So - he decides that we should both start using this crazy newfangled liquid soap from now on. In an effort to eliminate the number of bottles lining up along side the tub (because they drive me nuts there!), I decided to compromise and make my scents less girly so we could both just use the same bottle. For the past couple of years I've been buying things like sandalwood & ocean breeze to wash ourselves in. They're not as glamorous, but they still smell clean (although I have now lost yet another one of my girly pleasures of smelling frilly).
My husband went to the store a couple of weeks ago to get a couple of things - one of them being soap. He came home so excited because he discovered that they make shower gel for men! It's like this big secret I was keeping from him so I could force him to smell like a woman or something. He was so tickled by this discovery.
Of course, when he made this discovery he immediately picked up a bottle and threw it in the cart and ran to the check out. He didn't bother to head on down the isle a little further...
Let me just say - the shower gel for men smells really sexy. It's got that manly musky sort of smell to it. It's yummy. It's a smell I've become quite familiar with SINCE I SMELL LIKE A MAN!
Yes, I could go out and buy a super girly scented shower gel, but then I would actually have to remember to do such at the grocery store - and that's how the "great discovery" happened in the first place... I have to admit though, the ladies have been noticing me more lately ;)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
mushy, gushy and mine.
They say weddings are wonderful because you remember how much in love you were at your own. You remember how you looked at the one you chose to share the rest of your life with from this day forward. You remember the love you felt being surrounded by all the people you love. It's all true and I love weddings for these reasons and more.
But the one thing that really got me this weekend was this; I don't need a wedding to remind me of how much I love my husband. Sure I thought about our special day, but it's nothing compared to the days that we have had from that point on. We have been through so many adventures together -some were wonderful, others heartbreaking and even a few that were a little scary. We've been there to cheer each other on in our successes or at least our attempts at success. We've held one another in the darkest of times and cried when the other was hurting. We've grown, changed and learned to fall in love with one another over and over again.
I still get giddy when Jason reaches out to hold my hand - which is all the time. I love that we hold hands everywhere, even when we're watching TV or driving in the car. I love that we don't need a reason to kiss one another - the only reason is that the other is in reaching distance.
I love the goose bumps that race down my arms when we wraps his arms around me. I love looking over to find him staring at me with a silly little grin on his face. I love when he catches me doing the same thing when I don't even realize I'm doing it. I love how we still find each other irresistible even after almost 14 years.
We've shared our dreams with one another, and have watched many of those same dreams become realities. We have three amazing children, which have showered us ten-full with the love we already shared together. They have brought us so many new adventures, and a whole new set of dreams to share as parents.
Yes, weddings are wonderful. They fill you up with love, but mostly they fill your heart with happiness and hope. You are happy to be part of something as wonderful as the start of something so beautiful, and you hope they will enjoy it to the fullest. Being with that one person is so gratifying. Yes, there are days you want to throw something large and solid at their head, but mostly you just want to be near them. Love is a wonderful adventure! It's makes you completely mushy, gushy, and crazy - and if you're lucky you find it. Lucky me.
But the one thing that really got me this weekend was this; I don't need a wedding to remind me of how much I love my husband. Sure I thought about our special day, but it's nothing compared to the days that we have had from that point on. We have been through so many adventures together -some were wonderful, others heartbreaking and even a few that were a little scary. We've been there to cheer each other on in our successes or at least our attempts at success. We've held one another in the darkest of times and cried when the other was hurting. We've grown, changed and learned to fall in love with one another over and over again.
I still get giddy when Jason reaches out to hold my hand - which is all the time. I love that we hold hands everywhere, even when we're watching TV or driving in the car. I love that we don't need a reason to kiss one another - the only reason is that the other is in reaching distance.
I love the goose bumps that race down my arms when we wraps his arms around me. I love looking over to find him staring at me with a silly little grin on his face. I love when he catches me doing the same thing when I don't even realize I'm doing it. I love how we still find each other irresistible even after almost 14 years.
We've shared our dreams with one another, and have watched many of those same dreams become realities. We have three amazing children, which have showered us ten-full with the love we already shared together. They have brought us so many new adventures, and a whole new set of dreams to share as parents.
Yes, weddings are wonderful. They fill you up with love, but mostly they fill your heart with happiness and hope. You are happy to be part of something as wonderful as the start of something so beautiful, and you hope they will enjoy it to the fullest. Being with that one person is so gratifying. Yes, there are days you want to throw something large and solid at their head, but mostly you just want to be near them. Love is a wonderful adventure! It's makes you completely mushy, gushy, and crazy - and if you're lucky you find it. Lucky me.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
A year ago...
A year ago I had a three month old baby, and was wondering if I was going to live to raise her and my older two children - who weren't that old (2 and 4). I was coming up with ways to leave a piece of me behind for them to remember me by so they wouldn't forget me. I was praying that my husband would be OK if I had died.
I was 30 and waiting for the results of a breast biopsy. My mom had just finished radiation the year prior to treat her breast cancer. My only hope was that we caught it early and that it wasn't aggressive. You prepare yourself for the worst, and praise God when the worst isn't what you get.
I consider myself blessed. My biopsy came back as pre-cancerous - which means it hasn't turned into cancer yet - or may never become cancerous. But we know it's there and can monitor it.
When I was going through this ordeal, I wrote a blog about it (The Big "C"). I felt it was important to share. I still feel a great need to share it.
I thought mammograms were for older women. If it weren't for a swollen lymph node in my armpit that kept giving me problems, I would have never seen a doctor. I'm glad I did. In the few weeks of know knowing, I learned a lot about breast cancer.
Generally women should get yearly mammograms beginning at the age of 40. If you have a history of breast cancer in your family, you should start getting mammograms 10 years earlier than the age your relative was diagnosed. If your mother was 45 when she was diagnosed, your mammograms should start at 35.
I wouldn't choose to get mammograms on a daily basis, but they're not the horror story you may have heard. Yes they squish your boobs. Yes, it's more than a little uncomfortable, but not terribly painful. It was probably worse years ago, but most places have updated their machines by now. Once the machine takes your x-ray picture, it automatically releases your boob from it's death clutch, giving you instant relief. Besides, they're boobs - they fluff right back up.
It is important to be aware of your body. Do the monthly self examinations. Keep in mind that breast cancer can show up high on your breast to where it's not even really on your breast but above it. It can also be in your armpit. You know your body - if there's something different see your OB/GYN. If there's concern they'll direct you to a specialist. And men, breast cancer can happen to you too. Be aware of your body.
Generally, the younger you are the more aggressive the cancer is. This what had me so freaked out and expecting the worse. Don't think that just because you're under 40 you can't get breast cancer - and ladies - 40 is young. Again - I cannot stress enough - if you notice any change see your doctor.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month - a fact that's hard to escape, I know. But there's a major spike in spotting breast cancer in October, so it having it shoved in your face must be working.
It's true that cancer used to be an automatic death sentence, but technology has come a long way. Just because you have cancer it doesn't always mean you're going to die. The sooner you catch it the better chance you have to become a Cancer Survivor.
It may sound strange for me to go on and on when I didn't even have cancer, but the scare was enough for me. The weeks of not knowing scared the crap out of me and my family. And when I see my cancer free mom enjoy her grandkids, it gives me even more reason to be aware of my body and my health.
I don't get up on my soapbox very often, but this is my blog, and in the world of Thirty-Something at blogspot dom com I can do whatever I want! So please just take care of yourselves.
I was 30 and waiting for the results of a breast biopsy. My mom had just finished radiation the year prior to treat her breast cancer. My only hope was that we caught it early and that it wasn't aggressive. You prepare yourself for the worst, and praise God when the worst isn't what you get.
I consider myself blessed. My biopsy came back as pre-cancerous - which means it hasn't turned into cancer yet - or may never become cancerous. But we know it's there and can monitor it.
When I was going through this ordeal, I wrote a blog about it (The Big "C"). I felt it was important to share. I still feel a great need to share it.
I thought mammograms were for older women. If it weren't for a swollen lymph node in my armpit that kept giving me problems, I would have never seen a doctor. I'm glad I did. In the few weeks of know knowing, I learned a lot about breast cancer.
Generally women should get yearly mammograms beginning at the age of 40. If you have a history of breast cancer in your family, you should start getting mammograms 10 years earlier than the age your relative was diagnosed. If your mother was 45 when she was diagnosed, your mammograms should start at 35.
I wouldn't choose to get mammograms on a daily basis, but they're not the horror story you may have heard. Yes they squish your boobs. Yes, it's more than a little uncomfortable, but not terribly painful. It was probably worse years ago, but most places have updated their machines by now. Once the machine takes your x-ray picture, it automatically releases your boob from it's death clutch, giving you instant relief. Besides, they're boobs - they fluff right back up.
It is important to be aware of your body. Do the monthly self examinations. Keep in mind that breast cancer can show up high on your breast to where it's not even really on your breast but above it. It can also be in your armpit. You know your body - if there's something different see your OB/GYN. If there's concern they'll direct you to a specialist. And men, breast cancer can happen to you too. Be aware of your body.
Generally, the younger you are the more aggressive the cancer is. This what had me so freaked out and expecting the worse. Don't think that just because you're under 40 you can't get breast cancer - and ladies - 40 is young. Again - I cannot stress enough - if you notice any change see your doctor.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month - a fact that's hard to escape, I know. But there's a major spike in spotting breast cancer in October, so it having it shoved in your face must be working.
It's true that cancer used to be an automatic death sentence, but technology has come a long way. Just because you have cancer it doesn't always mean you're going to die. The sooner you catch it the better chance you have to become a Cancer Survivor.
It may sound strange for me to go on and on when I didn't even have cancer, but the scare was enough for me. The weeks of not knowing scared the crap out of me and my family. And when I see my cancer free mom enjoy her grandkids, it gives me even more reason to be aware of my body and my health.
I don't get up on my soapbox very often, but this is my blog, and in the world of Thirty-Something at blogspot dom com I can do whatever I want! So please just take care of yourselves.
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