Monthly Archives: January 2012

Beautiful Bodies

Beautiful Bodies

My hubby and I have just returned from a romantic getaway to South Beach.  We have both been through our share of stress recently.  Our stress has mainly been caused by his amount of work and job pressure for which I am extremely empathetic, and my surgical recovery complicated by a battle with a nasty bacterial infection.  We are lucky in that we are financially able to take a break and get away to relax, rest and rejuvenate our core selves.

Okay readers, here is your warning this blog is very shallow.  I have mentioned in a previous post that my hubby and I are obsessed with staying, young looking, stylish, fit and as good looking as possible.  Let me just add the caveat that we do contribute and volunteer for causes and charities.  At our wedding, instead of soliciting gifts we encouraged our guests to make charitable donations to select organizations.  We are both grateful that our hard work and education have paid us back with a comfortable lifestyle that we enjoy.

So prior to our trip to South Beach, I let my hubby know that the beaches for the most part are top optional, and that both the men and women are typically as “hot” as the weather.  I informed him that I would be fine if he looked at the beautiful, topless and scantily clothed women.  His eyes lit up and he told me I could do the same.  So we did.  We enjoyed looking and pointing out to each other gorgeous bodies of both sexes.  Let’s just say we had a “great” time together on this vacation.




I mentioned our plan to two different friends.  One was rather shocked and not at all comfortable with the idea.  To paraphrase, she would not be comfortable having her partner look at topless women on a beach.  I wondered why.  Hubby is obviously  married to me and I trust him.  Another friend was excited for us and hoped she and her husband could do the same one day.




So how about you?  Would you let your partner look?  Would your partner be comfortable letting you look?

Dastardly Dash


Dear Mom,

I am thinking of running away from home.  Yesterday when you left the two of us at the dog grooming salon, no one fussed over me as they usually do.  Dash got all the attention.  The women marveled at his soft fur and kept praising him for every little thing.  They cooed at him and made silly noises.  What is the big deal about stupid puppies anyway?  I always go to the bathroom outside.  I sit.  I cuddle, and I do not bite everything I see.  I never try to steal shoes or socks and I walk perfectly on my leash.  So what if my breath is a little stinky?  You force me to go to the doggie dentist for a cleaning and at least my teeth are not sharp as a razor and falling out. I do not bark at my reflection and if I tried to bite you I cannot even begin to imagine what would happen.  But when he bites you, you just yell, “Ouch,”  and give him a toy.  Life is so unfair. When you go out he cries like a little baby and I have to stay here and listen to it.  It is maddening. Visitors come over to see him and so do other dogs.  When is the last time anyone did that for me, I ask you?   Then the final straw came when we left the grooming salon and he received a toy.  Even though it was a weird looking bird thing, I still wanted one.  I never got a toy just for getting a bath.  Again, I ask you what is the big fuss about puppies?  So, yes I did it.  I found the weird looking bird thing and I chewed its eyes off.  See how he likes that!



the rat terrier and older brother


I promise to still play with him and let him sleep next to me once in awhile, if I feel like it.