Monthly Archives: August 2008

It’s funny cos it’s true

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I found a highly enlightening and entertaining article in a blog of Glamour magazine, and thought I would share it with you. It’s written by two guys, Brian Alexander and Michael Somerville, and can certainly provide some insight into the minds of men!
Found at Glamour magazine’s Sex, Love and Life blog

Fourteen things he wants you to know about his body
1. Digging your nails into our back or chest only sounds sexy. Think “massage strokes” instead.

2. We may seem calm and secure, but a compliment from you goes a long way.

3. A tongue around the ear is hot; a tongue in the ear is a wet willy.

4. Joking about kneeing or kicking our testicles is not funny. Ever.

5. Every guy has a spot–a good spot. Ask us where it is and how we’d like you to touch it.

6. “Shrinkage” is real and should always be taken into account when making a judgment.

7. Our toenails: We’re not sure how they got like that, and we’d like to do something about it. Please advise.

8. Prostate exams (nearly) make up for the whole not-giving-birth thing–you’ll see!

9. When it comes to our nipples, most of us can barely feel anything…unless you bite them, and that just hurts.

11. Playing around with our back door can feel good, but good luck getting us to admit it.

12. It is possible to bend the penis too far, cowgirls.

13. Our digestive tract doesn’t work any differently than yours. You’re just more polite.

14. We definitely think your body’s way cooler.

Love Quickie: An emotional affair is worse than having sex with someone else, say 65% of women surveyed.

( article sourced from http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/2008/08/14-things-about-his-body

The turning of the seasons

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Did anyone else feel the very distinctive change of seasons on Monday? At first I thought it was just wishful thinking- though my backyard definitely had a spring feel to it. The tree in our backyard with lots of little white flowers on it had all of a sudden began buzzing with bees, that beautiful smell of apple blossoms filled the air…(or maybe it’s plum?), the air felt decidedly warmer. But as the week continued I realised it wasn’t just wishful thinking, spring was here already. Now, it’s Friday, this feeling has continued all week, and here I am, in my backyard, sitting at our picninc table, working, typing this, and eating a big plate of fresh fruit….ahhhhh…this is the life.

It seems as though winter never really came this year. The trees never fully lost their leaves- some of the trees in our main street were still half covered- and it never really got as cold as I remember winter being when I was a child. Maybe it’s because as you get older you actually tolerate the cold better.Not only did the trees not completely lose their leaves, but the new blossoms began growing far sooner than I remember. And oh my goodness, I just killed the first mozzie of the season!!

When I was a child I used to love summer best. The long days, swimming, going to the beach. Winter used to depress me. Then, a few years ago, I really began to appreciate everything that each season had to offer. In the middle of summer, on a 45 degree day, it’s hard not to appreciate those cold, rainy days of winter. And when you’re freezing your ass off as you make your way to the train station at 0730 on a Monday morning, it’s hard not to look forward to the long, warm days where you can walk around in shorts, a singlet, and thongs. And sometimes, you just long for those days with the perfect 26 degree heat, slight, cool breeze, and cloudless sky. That’s one thing I like about Melbourne. At lease we get to experience and appreciate the four seasons.

I have to get back to work now, but I just wanted to share my thoughts on this beautiful day with you, and hope that you are as lucky as me to be able to enjoy it.

Day jobs and night jobs

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It seems that we can no longer do what we love as a day job, as our time is tied up doing jobs that ‘get us somewhere’. Friends of mine, a couple, both have their day job and night job. One works as a trainer in one of the major insurance companies by day, and dances in one of Melbourne’s best hip-hop crews by night, as well as the occasional podium dancing. Her fiancé works in one of the Big Banks by day, and is DJ in some of the hottest clubs in Melbourne by night. Which makes me wonder, when did doing what we love take a back seat to doing what we have to?

Part of the reason I think is because people don’t have faith in their own abilities anymore. When I recently went to get a reading done at a psychic, the very first thing she said to me was that I am a great writer, but don’t have confidence in my ability to write, and don’t realise I am as good as I actually am. In high school I always told my trainer-cum-dancer friend that she was an awesome dancer and that she should do it professionally one day, but she would just laugh and shrug it off, not really believing me (or anyone else).

Another reason is because in my group of friends many of the things that we love doing are part of the Arts industry, a fickle and highly volatile industry that can make you an instant success overnight, and leave you in the gutter just as quickly. There’s no room for mediocre in this industry, so unless people are absolutely sure of their talents, they prefer not to risk it, sticking with the safe and secure instead of venturing out on a limb to chase their dreams. Hence, the reason why I am publishing myself on blogs and not in newspapers and magazines (not yet, anyway).
It’s quite sad really. We are living a life that we have settled for, rather than the one we want. Maybe this is just me, my husband, and my group of friends, but I’m sure it’s not. There are more people that would rather be working in a different industry, a different job, than there are people who love what they’re doing and wouldn’t change it for the world.

All I can say is if you stay true to what you believe, and remember what it is you love doing, then one day I can only hope that we will all be doing what we love, and not what we have to.