Ooh. I have a massager like that but it's not heated. Heated sounds nice
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Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The heated part is great! I wish I'd had this thing when I still had periods!
But I have to say that when I have hot flashes -- after 8 years, I booted the HRT, so now I'm down to only my Celexa -- my massager flies outta by back area tout de suite.
Hot flashes are disgusting, btw. Holy Jesus. Dan and I were snuggling and I was, "Hot flash! Lemme go!" And he was all,"Holy shit! I COULD FEEL IT HAPPENING!"
Yeah, I get that. What I don't get is not being able to bring a look any closer to appropriate for the places she wanted to be appropriate in. Isn't it equally uncomfortable to be outrageously dressed? It is for me, anyway. I guess other people prefer the discomfort they know!
Some people simply do not know how to put the pieces together. It's like me trying to dance. I can see the movements that good dancers do. I can see the movements that my body does. I know they are very much not the same movements, but I flat out cannot figure out how to make my body move in the ways that good dancers move.
It seemed like it was kind of an armor for her. She took a lot of time doing her hair and make up and that seemed like she was getting battle ready. She felt... protected - yes she's wearing thigns that are out there but it seemed like she started doing that to protect herself and she didn't know how to change. A copingm echanism that stopped working and became a hinderance
I should be in bed.
Coping mechanism. I can see that.
Love hearing the Ryan rearing stories, bt. The boys were continuous question machines. When they were clearly just doing it to hear themselves talk because it was things they knew, I would make up crazy obvious tales instead of true answers. I suspect they encouraged this behavior.
I'd love to do blue lipstick and wild hair color choices, but those days have likely passed me by. 40+ years ago I rejected the makeup thing and never did get any good at it. Every few years I will try it once and not like it. Lotions and sunblock are about it. One of my 60 yo friends wears purple hair or other color hair on top, but her hair is white and curly so it is super easy for her. Maybe if my hair would hurry up and get more gray I could add a streak of some color.
I do enjoy a good dye job, but I no longer have the energy to keep on top of it. Not ready to fully embrace my gray yet, but I'm developing quite a high tolerance for my roots.
A coping mechanism that stopped working and became a hinderance
This is a great way to see a lot of things
My granny's silver hair is turning up in a streak at the front of my widow's peak. I'll probably let it grow out in 20 years or so, but I'm not ready now.
I saw a stunning mix of colors I'm lusting after -- a fabulous combo of reds, bronzes, violets. It was melty and vivid and...textured with color, if that makes sense.
But it would be so, so exorbitant. And the upkeep! Also, I think it's a fall do -- my color fades super fast in the summer, between sun, pool, and much more frequent showers.
I need about 2 inches cut off and maybe some rockabilly peroxide streaks. I'm feeling restless.
I got a trim right before NYE, so I'm not rocking feral hobo split ends (thanks for that phrase, Steph; I use it way too much) but I'm gong to pick up some dye this weekend.
Good lord, I am crazy tired. And I had good sleep, but I feel stupid slow right now.