|* feminine musings|
March 31, 2011
The way I see it I have between nine and fourteen years left to have my period, unless of course it stops earlier than that. So somewhere between 116 and 168 more times to do this.
For a moment I thought I would try to figure out how many I've had so far, but really, I've got better things to do. Sometimes I wish I could go on that pill so that I'd only have four periods a year; however, I've had a tubal ligation so I've no need for birth control, and I'm not so keen on taking a synthetic hormone unless it's absolutely necessary.
I'm so thankful Brian is an understanding man when it comes to these sorts of issues. Some guys are really weirded out by the whole thing, others could care less, but as with everything else there's a whole gamut of feelings.
One thing that bugs me is slang terminology...ragging especially. I'm not even sure why except that it seems juvenile. One of my brothers refers to it as 'riding the cotton pony,' which is an interestingly vague way to refer to a basic feminine function. Doesn't it seem a bit odd that a writer doesn't much care for other ways to express things?
I liken it to someone who is deeply embarrassed to discuss his or her genital issues with a physician-referring to them as a pee-pee or the even vaguer...'down there.' I had a heated argument with my father when my children were young. He thought that they shouldn't know words like penis or vagina; they were too young to say words like that. I shot back with maybe we should have slang words for their arms or feet. Never would they be ashamed or embarrassed to discuss their aches or pains no matter where they occurred on their bodies. He didn't agree with me then, and he probably doesn't agree some twenty plus years later. . .
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Speaking of things feminine but on another level, yesterday I watched the eagles [the link is posted in yesterday's entry] on and off for the better part of the day. I marveled at the way this huge bird of prey gently coddled and turned her eggs. Debbie sent me a text last night saying one of the eggs has a crack in it. Baby eagles soon!
It's been raining here for the past couple of days. We really need the water. And the pollen is practically nonexistent, to which I say YAY!
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