Yes! I’m cool dedicating myself to helping others while living a very simple, no-frills lifestyle, but no boys? And praying and organized religion BS? Eh, not so much.
Yes! I’m cool dedicating myself to helping others while living a very simple, no-frills lifestyle, but no boys? And praying and organized religion BS? Eh, not so much.
Right? I’m a huge history dork, but even I agree that history is taught in the dullest, driest, most painful ways in schools. (That’s even mentioning the racism, misogyny, and religious bias that accompanies it.) Why haven’t we found a way to make history *fun* for kids? I know this couldn’t exactly be shown in public…
See, I’ve always gotten a meerkat vibe from Carl Gustaf.
Who cares who wore it better? Sofia is light years ahead of Kim when it came to choosing a smokin’ hot husband.
We named our son James, a common name on both sides of our family. When we told everyone what we’d be naming him during my pregnancy, it kind of floored us when everyone wanted to know, “But what are you going to CALL him?” Umm, maybe James? We got approximately one billion suggestions on nicknames and one aunt and…
Thank you for saying this. I’ll come sit in the corner here with you.
This picture makes me deliriously happy. :D
A christening gown made for Queen Victoria’s oldest child from her own wedding dress was worn by 62 babies between 1841 and 2004. QEII’s granddaughter Louise (Prince Edward’s daughter) was the last baby to wear the old gown before it was retired. An exact replica of the gown was made after that, which is what the…
I really wanted to wear my mom’s dress from 1968. It was very simple and had a lace overlay I loved. I tried it on once and while the cut was as good on me as it had been on my mom, the color on me was terrible. The dress is a very creamy ivory, which looked nice on my mom with her light brown hair and more of a…
Damn, you’re hardy. 37 years in Iowa and I never want to see that kind of winter ever again.
I used to live in Iowa, and YES. Iowa from January-early April is a miserable, miserable place.
Where do you live? I feel like that makes a huge difference in a person’s preference.
This article describes quite well how I felt living in the Midwest. I have seasonal affective disorder and each year when summer drew to a close I started to feel this impending dread. Fall itself was just fine, but I knew that September meant that I’d soon be facing bone-chilling temperatures, snow up to my ass, dry…
My grandma set it off once with her bra. She’d had replacement knee surgery a few years before and the metal parts in her knees were picked up by the wand.
My last experience at the DMV after moving to a different state was…interesting. I went in with my old (unexpired) license, birth certificate, (unexpired) passport, marriage license, and two utility bills from our new place. I plunked all of this down on the counter when the DMV worker asked for my proof of…
Who drew the “semen and its elements”? Keith Haring?
Right? Do dedicated breast men not exist in van de Velde’s world? Because all of the breast men I’ve dated have loved the cowgirl position because plenty of visible boobs.
Van de Velde insists that, “In the normal and perfect coitus, mutual orgasm must be almost simultaneous; the usual procedure is that the man’s ejaculation begins and sets the woman’s acme of sensation in train at once.”
There’s at least two of us. I’m a Gen X-er too. I have no time for Dirty Dancing either, for reasons which I could probably write a lengthy thesis.
Same here. While I wouldn’t have traded my c-section for a vaginal birth (my son had an OMGHugeHead), I could live without that shelf.