Love Thy Sister!

When you were younger did you ever get called  a 'Witch'? I did! It usually came from one of my 2 sisters during an argument - "YOU - you little witch you" or "You horrible, HORRIBLE evil little Witch"!  Ha - I'm laughing as I'm typing this - I can actually picture it like it was only yesterday and we were all kids again. Oh, how I miss those days. My sisters and I....now, and as sisters do, we'd squabble and fight over the usual stuff  - whether it be toys or dolls, then later, shoes and clothes - but back then it was all so innocent and carefree and we were probably too young to even know the meaning of half the things we said, never mind the name calling we came up with! I often think back to those days when me and my sis's were all under the same roof and without a care in the world and sometimes I really want to 'go back' - even if just for a day and also even if it meant getting called all the 'Witches' in the world! But anyway - and as the story goes - life moves on, and with it - so do we. I only came to thinking about this 'Witch' business the other day - and not because it's Halloween, (!) but because I had a row with the middle sis and I called her all the witches going - (and most of them starting with F!!) It turns out that I was hormonal (ish) and she was hormonal, so right away a double H whammy - whoah....not good!  Anyway, I wont go on about it cos it's gone now and as always, all forgotten about. Diddums. Water under the bridge. Whatever.

A Problem Shared.........

As you may know - October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. There have been so many articles and real life stories in loads of the newspapers and magazines over the last few weeks, and if I'm honest I've not read many. I actually feel ashamed saying that. Ashamed because it makes me sound like some ignorant person, and I am so not - far from it in fact. The reason I don't read such articles sometimes is purely because I get upset, then I worry, then I become terrified. Yesterday though I found myself reading a magazine article which was promoting the 'Think Pink' campaign. The article was about Bernie Nolan (of the Nolan sisters) and her battle against the disease. I read it and felt so proud of her - this woman who I don't even know - she looked fantastic and glowing and so happy and shared her story from the time she knew something weren't right with one of her breasts, to diagnosis and then the treatments she endured and the mastectomy she will be having this month. Her story also made me laugh at times because she has such a down to earth attitude and wicked sense of humour and managed to stay upbeat and positive throughout -  she was 50 recently but said that her party would be postponed until January when she would be having a  "massive F*** off to Cancer' party"!

Thanks - But NO THANKS!

This morning, whilst browsing the 'Women's Issues' bit on 'About.com'  and enjoying a coffee after my morning body balance class - I came across the most interesting article. Very interesting in fact! Apparently the US FDA (US Food & Drug Administration) have said 'NO' to the female Viagra! A German pharmaceutical company sought to gain approval for this drug (Fibanserin) and hit a brick wall when they were refused, after an FDA Advisory panel determined that the drug "does not significantly increase women's sexual desire".  Incidentally this little pill (!) is a 'failed anti-depressant', and not only does it work differently to the male version (what doesn't?!) it also "alters a woman's brain chemistry, once again suggesting that our 'issues' are more mental than physical"  (Purleeease!?!)

"HALLE-F-LUJAH for the FDA" is what me says!

Damn you Donny!

"And they called it Puppy Looovveee"' - No! Ive not bought a new puppy, and wont be anytime soon neither. It's the song that's playing on my very own 'head record player' today! Now, I'm NOT a crazy woman at all, nor am I going crazy when I say I have songs in my head - every now and again and depending on the weather in Hormoneville (yeah!) a certain song will pop up in my head and the same old song will play on and on and on.............I mean sometimes its not so bad...some songs you don't mind singing along to (I particularly don't mind this when doing the hoovering (!) ) but other times, and more often than not, it all gets a bit much and as I already told you in previous posts - I wanna 'rip up the stupid lyrics and smash the damn record player' - and.....today has been one of those days!

One for the Boys!

Dare I say, my hubby's a SUPERHERO! Okay,sounding a bit OTT maybe but at times he really is. If youre familiar with my earlier post ('There she goes') you will know how I raved about us women being WONDER WOMEN......I later realised that were not always entitled to all of the glory - SOME men are just as worthy - and my hubby is one of them! Take this for instance - when I'm hormonal he just knows. The minute I enter Hormoneville, there he is, patiently waiting for me inside the gates (bar of Lindt chocolate in one hand and a good magazine in the other) and ready to take my hand, walk me around and show me the way (duh?! as if I dont know it already!)

No, really. I am by no means at all a 'needy' woman and I'm perfectly capable of dealing with whatever hormonal hurdles appear in front of me, but it goes without saying, there's always somebody at my side along the way - in my case -  it's the hubby!  Ok, so he doesnt make the beds the way I like them, or tidy up to the standards I expect, or get the DIY stuff done when he says he will.....I could go on, but I wont, because the chances are you know exactly what Im talking about. What he CAN do though, he DOES...and when he does it he does it well. Very well in fact. I know that not everybody is fortunate to have yet met their Superhero...but I assure you - there's one out there for all of us, it's just a matter of time before your's appears - and when he does girls, (cape and all) capture him.

J X

Take a chill pill

Some things are easier said than done - and relaxing is definitely one of them. Especially when your a woman. (Somebody forgot to tell Frankie this as well)

Yesterday, for me, was one of those days. Well - one of those mornings actually as I nipped it in the bud just in time. Phew. It was a nice sunny Saturday (no rain for a change) housework had been done, washing had been put on the line, hubby was in the shower, little boy already showered and ready for the party we were taking him to, new dress was hanging up ready to be worn for planned meal later, new shoes standing pretty under said dress....everything was just nice and right and running smoothly.... only thing left to do was shower myself and then, or as I thought at the time, I'd be good to go.  Who was I kidding - I was bloody knackered. Zapped. And it was not yet even 11.30am. I realised - that from the minute I'd woken up to that minute then that I'd been like Bionic Woman and hadn't sat still. Not once. It was then, for a quick minute and seconds from meltdown, I stopped, took a deep breath and said that 5 letter word. R.E.L.A.X.