Ladies, remember the your earliest days of menses? For most of us it was about 12 or 13 years of age, I think. Girls these days are so much “older” than I was at that age so if you’re anything like me you’ll relate to this.

Menses, the early years, were horrible! Even if you won’t admit it there was the pre-tampon time. Terrified of losing that string and the crippling humiliation of what would happen if we did, we walked around in pads. Rustling, thick, impossible to carry and conceal in anything smaller than a backpack PADS!
Couldn’t swim, go to the beach, and forget gym days with all that vigorous activity - you could spring a leak that would crush your social life until college.

I’m so happy those days are over. And am especially grateful for that fateful weekend I refused to cancel beach plans to sit around in a mini diaper & instead grew some balls and took the tampon plunge.

It’s so magical being a woman.

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Hello Good Afternoon Internet: The Human Centipede has taken our innocence.

There’s a river behind the house where I live - a walkable distance if not for the tall marshy grasses and thick brambles of the forest between it and myself. I can see straight across to the opposite side of the river from my bedroom window. It’s best in the winter when it’s a clear view across snow and frozen water reflecting the moon.
Anyway, I sometimes glimpse a campfire over there at night on the shore. On these occasions I admit I’ve dug out dad’s binoculars to have a peek.
See, I love campfires. I guess a lot of people do, though I’m easily mesmerized by them. I love the raw heat radiating; how it warms one half of you while the other half is cold. The chill biting at your heels makes you appreciate the warmth before you that much more. I always get as close as I can until my eyeballs sting. If I were never to feel heat again, I’d still wouldn’t forget that one sweet moment of deliciously smoky warmth. It stays with you. I can remember just about every fire I’ve sat by.
So, alone in the quiet I enjoy a lingering moment of voyeurism and wish I were there at that riverside fire. I feel I’ve been had, seeing one burning without me. Instead I drink my smoky Lapsang Souchong tea. And breathe. And relax.
I have so many more campfires to sit around

Today I worked 7am - 4:45 pm with no break and nothing but half of a bagel and a latte in my stomach.

I’ve been neglecting myself ever since I started this new job so on my way home I decided to indulge in a reflexology pedicure.

These help me to forget about 75% of the smelly, illiterate, insolent, rude things that call themselves “people” I experience at work.

It gets harder to remember that not everyone is like that.

Anyway, God loves a pedicure.

It’s 10:04am.
I’m sitting on my couch drinking tea with my pup at my feet.

Today is a very dreary day; misty, foggy and chilly. It’s reminding me of childhood. These kinds of days always do. Fall days in pre-school coming home and hanging with mom until everyone else came home.
I loved my mom afternoons.
But I digress.

Now I’m trying to figure how to best sap everything I can from the 1 hr & 50 minutes I have left before I leave for work.

Maybe I should just continue sipping this tea and petting my pup and enjoy my rare alone time.

Owls #’s 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 & 11.
Top-secret musings.

I was on the lam for 22 days and let me tell you it was intense. That $27.00 hanging over my head like a guillotine everywhere I went. Oh the shame! Especially when they slapped that $10.00 late penalty on.

But seriously, fuck you NBMC.

Maybe it would be a great idea NOT to have hoods on all the parking meters around the hospital, forcing people distracted by bad news & visiting sick family members to park elsewhere.

Aaaaand Seamus.

Owl 5.
Face off.

Owl 4.
I’ve had this little contemplative fella since I was a wee-one.