It’s Not That Scary: The Guatemala Stories (Part Four)

tampons/pamprin

I really wrote all of that stuff before so I could tell you this, my favorite story from the trip.

Okay, look. We’ve been through a lot together, you guys. So here is where I tell you that I was two hours into the road trip to Solola, at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, in a caravan where I still hadn’t learned everybody’s name, when I got my period. Continue reading

she’s wicked good like tampax

Andrea wrote this piece about tampon marketing a while ago, but I just now found it in her archives. Since I have been lame, lame, lame at updating over here, I offer you a link to her piece as a kind of make-up gift. You know, like a little box of chocolates, or I bought you the bracelet you didn’t even know I noticed you noticing.

Girl Talk

like, serious GIRL talk

There are a few things I think every woman should know, and I don’t know where the parenting chain breaks down, but some women don’t know about these things. And in college, it was somehow my job to teach these young girls things that their mothers and fathers assumed they knew, or I guess didn’t even know themselves.

I’m just going to get them out of the way here and now, and then we can move on. Perhaps you’ll have something to share when it’s all over, because you know a secret or two that should be common knowledge.

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meeting billy blanks and writing tampax

your average thursday thoughts

Okay, Billy. I did it. Due to my unhealthy obsession with amazon.com and my potentially obsession with Tae-Bo. I bought your book. I hope it really does show me how to do some of the exercises that I think I’m doing wrong. To tell you the truth, it’s all the guilt I feel about not paying for the first three tapes. I’m trying to make it up to you, Billy. I swear I am. You can thank madbrunette for sending me the reminder, and Juliet for sharing this story:

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to whom it may concern

catching up on my mail

Dear Eric,

I am quickly starting to notice that it feels like I don’t have weekends anymore.  I rehearse every day and perform in the evenings.  Basically I now have a few hours on the weekends where the only difference in my day is I’m not at work but I’m somewhere else.

I’m not complaining, though, because I am enjoying the work that I’m doing.

But I do miss our time together.  I had a great time with you in our few stolen moments this weekend.  Thank you for being the best.  You’re my hero, sweetie.

And even though Taylor is squirming, he’s really enjoying all of the attention you’ve been giving him lately.   Remember how when we took him to the vet to get his test as we brought him in “Stray Cat Strut” came on the radio and we laughed?   I thought it was really sweet of you to try and feed those dogs that were outside Friday afternoon.  Don’t worry, I won’t tell the guys.  Don’t want you to get kicked out of the club.

I’ll continue your mission to get people to say “What’s the haps, peeps?” as much as possible.

But really, you’ve just been so understanding and loving though the past week of hell.  We even missed our 16 month anniversary because of it all.  I love you.

Thanks.

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