Did I get your attention? Well, I will give you my opinion on that subject in a minute.
First of all, I want to say that the comments I received on yesterday's post were incredible. If you haven't read them all, I recommend that you go back and read every one. What thoughtful, heartfelt messages from all sort of women who had either experienced keeping a secret or had a secret kept from them. There are so many different ways that we each handle stressful times, and every reason for what ever way we choose to behave is valid and right.
Some of you choose to keep problems to yourselves because of the feeling that voicing them makes them more incontrovertible. Talking about the problem makes it real-gives it life. Some choose to keep quiet because they don't want to upset family members. Some don't wish to appear weak. Some hope that the problem will just go away on its own, which sometimes happens.
Some of us tell every person we meet all the painful details of our problem because it makes the issue seem more manageable, having been shared. Also repetition definitely reduces the drama element. Some of us need more advice, support, and comfort. And most of all, some of us need the prayers of others.
Thank you all for the time you took to make such thoughtful comments.
Now, on to something totally cheerful!
Ok, here is that picture of something I think is sexy. He isn't anyone I know, unfortunately! However, I am proud and happy to say my husband takes this role in our household on a daily basis, and I love him for it! Don't you agree that a guy who does the dishes with a big smile on his face is the best?
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PS: My DH told me that I should not have said s**t in my post yesterday. I apologize if I offended anyone!
24 responses to “What I Think Is Sexy”
Sometimes I wish we could go back to the times when s–t would be something that would offend me. Unfortulately that ship has sailed.
I’m lucky enough to be married to a guy like the one in the photo. He’s willing to do pretty much anything to make me smile and it just doesn’t get any better than that. I’m thankful ecery day for it!
Sometimes I wish we could go back to the times when s–t would be something that would offend me. Unfortulately that ship has sailed.
I’m lucky enough to be married to a guy like the one in the photo. He’s willing to do pretty much anything to make me smile and it just doesn’t get any better than that. I’m thankful ecery day for it!
If you’re uncomfortable with that word, ok. But personally, I prefer the use of it when the occassion calls for it. This time it did.
Divorced, single and mostly grateful except when something breaks! 😉
Paper Plates Love, *karendianne.
If you’re uncomfortable with that word, ok. But personally, I prefer the use of it when the occassion calls for it. This time it did.
Divorced, single and mostly grateful except when something breaks! 😉
Paper Plates Love, *karendianne.
Nicole, Not to worry…take a look at Valori Well’s blog sometime…the s word flows freely there…relax and I am so happy your friend is okay. xoxo Pam in Chico
Nicole, Not to worry…take a look at Valori Well’s blog sometime…the s word flows freely there…relax and I am so happy your friend is okay. xoxo Pam in Chico
LOL I had to go back and see where you even used the word!
LOL I had to go back and see where you even used the word!
The word didn’t even register with me. Sometimes you just have to curse. I don’t judge. I enjoyed reading the comments to your blog post yesterday. Very thought-provoking!
The word didn’t even register with me. Sometimes you just have to curse. I don’t judge. I enjoyed reading the comments to your blog post yesterday. Very thought-provoking!
This morning I read your post about your friend.Having had an experience myself, I did not tell anyone either right away until I received the results and they were negative.. I thought if my best friends and family knew they would start treating me different. I did not want to hear or see the worry and pity they would of shown. I wanted things to stay the same even if my body was not.My dh was the only one who knew. If it should ever happen again and is pos. I still would not tell anyone.I want to have good and happy times with family and friends and see the laughter in their eyes not pity. I really enjoy your posts and your life with Ozzie! Also I so do love your quilts.
This morning I read your post about your friend.Having had an experience myself, I did not tell anyone either right away until I received the results and they were negative.. I thought if my best friends and family knew they would start treating me different. I did not want to hear or see the worry and pity they would of shown. I wanted things to stay the same even if my body was not.My dh was the only one who knew. If it should ever happen again and is pos. I still would not tell anyone.I want to have good and happy times with family and friends and see the laughter in their eyes not pity. I really enjoy your posts and your life with Ozzie! Also I so do love your quilts.
Old joke — A survey was conducted asking women which would they prefer – the sight of their husband doing dishes or the sight of their husband dancing naked. All the women responded that they would prefer to see their husband dancing naked while doing the dishes…
Old joke — A survey was conducted asking women which would they prefer – the sight of their husband doing dishes or the sight of their husband dancing naked. All the women responded that they would prefer to see their husband dancing naked while doing the dishes…
I too didn’t even notice the “s” word. Sometimes if the word fits, you must use it. Would love to see a picture of your DH doing dishes. I bet he’s sexy!
I too didn’t even notice the “s” word. Sometimes if the word fits, you must use it. Would love to see a picture of your DH doing dishes. I bet he’s sexy!
Nicole,
This is in response to yesterday’s post, as it is VERY relevant to me. Three weeks ago I had an abnormal mammogram; two weeks ago, I had another mammogram with higher magnification which isolated the abnormalities on each breast (two different concerns.) I planned NOT to tell my only son, but he was here when the doctor called me, and while I went in the other room, he overheard, and asked me to tell him what was going on. I told him, but I hadn’t intended to do so; I didn’t want him or my sweet dil to worry if there was nothing to worry about. Yet, I phoned my three best friends, and I told them. One is Catholic, one, one is Jewish, and one is agnostic. I needed their prayers or simply their positive thoughts to get me through this. This Monday I had a stereo-tactic needle biopsy and an ultrasound. (I told my brother because I needed a ride to the hospital; I told no other family members, and my niece was upset that I didn’t tell her.) She suffers from clinical depression, and I didn’t want to cause her alarm. My sister died of endometrial cancer in 2002; my ex-husband died of brain cancer this Mother’s Day, five weeks after it was diagnosed. I was very frightened this time, but I didn’t want to worry my family.
However,I needed my friends to be pulling for me–to tell me everything was going to be okay. (We even laughed because they placed a small titanium clip in my breast which will remain there–they’re calling me TT–I’ll let you guess why!) We laughed when I described the procedure and its inherent challenges.
Three hours ago, my doctor’s nurse called and said both the biopsy and the ultrasound were normal, and I had nothing to worry about. I spared my family, but I needed the emotional support of my girlfriends… they were there for me, and I am so lucky to have them in my life! Jen
Nicole,
This is in response to yesterday’s post, as it is VERY relevant to me. Three weeks ago I had an abnormal mammogram; two weeks ago, I had another mammogram with higher magnification which isolated the abnormalities on each breast (two different concerns.) I planned NOT to tell my only son, but he was here when the doctor called me, and while I went in the other room, he overheard, and asked me to tell him what was going on. I told him, but I hadn’t intended to do so; I didn’t want him or my sweet dil to worry if there was nothing to worry about. Yet, I phoned my three best friends, and I told them. One is Catholic, one, one is Jewish, and one is agnostic. I needed their prayers or simply their positive thoughts to get me through this. This Monday I had a stereo-tactic needle biopsy and an ultrasound. (I told my brother because I needed a ride to the hospital; I told no other family members, and my niece was upset that I didn’t tell her.) She suffers from clinical depression, and I didn’t want to cause her alarm. My sister died of endometrial cancer in 2002; my ex-husband died of brain cancer this Mother’s Day, five weeks after it was diagnosed. I was very frightened this time, but I didn’t want to worry my family.
However,I needed my friends to be pulling for me–to tell me everything was going to be okay. (We even laughed because they placed a small titanium clip in my breast which will remain there–they’re calling me TT–I’ll let you guess why!) We laughed when I described the procedure and its inherent challenges.
Three hours ago, my doctor’s nurse called and said both the biopsy and the ultrasound were normal, and I had nothing to worry about. I spared my family, but I needed the emotional support of my girlfriends… they were there for me, and I am so lucky to have them in my life! Jen
I am a lucky woman. My DH changed diapers, washes the dinner dishes every night, makes breakfast every Saturday and Sunday, and I could go on and on. His Dad died when he was in 7th grade and he and his brothers had to do the housework adn cook supper after school while his Mom worked a full time job. She did a great job raising those boys and now they are great husbands. I thanks her every time I see her.
I am a lucky woman. My DH changed diapers, washes the dinner dishes every night, makes breakfast every Saturday and Sunday, and I could go on and on. His Dad died when he was in 7th grade and he and his brothers had to do the housework adn cook supper after school while his Mom worked a full time job. She did a great job raising those boys and now they are great husbands. I thanks her every time I see her.
My DH NEVER does the dishes…he just does ALL the cooking and grocery shopping. Cooking is one of his creative outlets. He cooks, I do the dishes! It works for us…plus he is a much better cook! This allows me more fabric therapy time.
My DH NEVER does the dishes…he just does ALL the cooking and grocery shopping. Cooking is one of his creative outlets. He cooks, I do the dishes! It works for us…plus he is a much better cook! This allows me more fabric therapy time.
About your post yesterday…I tell everyone that I am close to; friends, family, kids. To me the more people praying for me the better. My dad recently had cataracts removed on both eyes. He’s 12 hours away and didn’t tell me because he didn’t want me to worry about him. I could have at least prayed for him.
I, too, have a husband that helps with the dishes, loves to grocery shop, and cook.
About your post yesterday…I tell everyone that I am close to; friends, family, kids. To me the more people praying for me the better. My dad recently had cataracts removed on both eyes. He’s 12 hours away and didn’t tell me because he didn’t want me to worry about him. I could have at least prayed for him.
I, too, have a husband that helps with the dishes, loves to grocery shop, and cook.