Strange Admissions

So we did the sledding/hot tubbing/snow angels in swimsuits thing again with our friends on Saturday. What a blast! My jeans were so soaking wet by the end of sledding (lots of falling off of a snowboard) that they were dragging down, yet hard to get off. :-P It felt soooo good to get in that hot tub, with the steam billowing up into the night air. I took a few snowboard runs down a baby slope in my suit, and (strange admission #1) log-rolled down the hill a few times, too. It probably looked very silly, but it was nothing if not invigorating! It makes one feel very Swedish. And getting back in that hot tub always feels amazing. I highly recommend pretending to be Swedish yourself if you can arrange it. ^_^

Strange admission #2 is that I had a sex dream about Howie Mandel last night. This is bizarre for a lot of reasons, the fact that the guy was Howie Mandel being a biggie. I mean really! What's up with that? I have no strange affinity for the man. So, OK, he's shaved his head, but he's still not my type. And besides, he didn't even have the decency to have a shaven head in my dream. In fact, I think he had dreads. And he was wearing long-johns! Oddly enough, he was basically a tripod, but come on! I don't even know how I knew it was supposed to be Howie Mandel. For God's sake, if it had to be a Howie, why couldn't have been Howie Long? Or not a Howie at all? Why not Clive Owen? I mean, I HAD just watched a Clive Owen flick. Or the delectable Daniel Craig? But NOOOoooo! I get Howie Mandel. Why? I can't even remember the last time I heard him mentioned anywhere. All I can figure is that I must have been punishing myself for something. I wonder what the long-johns meant. And the long johnson.

And then I went to Jay's blog today, and who does she mention but Howie Mandel. O_O

The worst part is that in my dream, I liked it. :-P

Up Yours

The other day I was giggling to myself about some packaging I'd seen. It was a scrapping kit with, among other things, rubber stamps, and was labeled in several languages, including French. The first time I picked up the package, I was a bit startled to see that tampons were included with the art supplies. I mean, who knew that menstruation and artistic streaks went hand-in-hand? It certainly makes me rethink the possible meaning of Picasso's "Blue Period." And the phrase "painting the town red."

Looking for a picture of a similar package brought me to, among other things, The Vulva Museum. And then there was this. Because everyone wants a bajingo with sass. Or maybe it makes you feel better to read something that helps you feel sassy right before you shove this cotton wadding up your hoo-ha. Do you think the Super Ditties have really great messages, and the Regulars are just ho-him?

In addition to these amazing finds, I discovered that you can buy Tampon Cozies. They come in the ubercharming Uterus and Banana motifs.

You can also avail yourself of a Tampon Doll in case you find that you need a very up close and personal experience. (well, I guess all tampons are up close and personal) You could name it Prince Charles.

You can turn actual tampons into any number of amazing Christmas crafts.

Or for the Manly Man - well, I'll let you see for yourself. And for those with way too much time on their hands, and possibly questionable sanity, a page for Make Your Own Menstruating Barbie.

And, OK, I'll share one more link.

All right, that's all. I think I got a little too absorbed in this tangent.

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