Did You Know Your Vagina Could Fall Out?

Did you know your vagina could fall out? Who knew and why didn't they warn us about that?  Shouldn't that have been part of our sex education class?  You know, you get a period, and then one day when you're older, your vagina might fall out. I think most women would appreciate knowing that.

Thankfully, this has not happened to me yet (hopefully, I haven't cursed myself).  But I have talked to a few women who have had to have surgery for this.  Frankly, I don't understand why that part of your body thinks it's okay to leave.  I've never heard of a nose just deciding it has had enough and, plop, fallen to the ground. Can you imagine what would happen if a guy's dick fell off?  I think this would be news and there would be a preventative cure.

Anyway, that is my rant and educational moment to all you women who was as clueless as I was to this ridiculous body malfunction.  It is also a call to y'all to do your kegels!  Kegel, kegel, kegel.  Not sure if it will help, but if it can prevent your va-jay-jay from hitting the floor, then I say, go for it!

Servicing the Secret Service

I guarantee right now that those agents caught in the Secret Service scandal are deyning, denying, denying to their wives about their involvement.  "It was the other guys,"  "I tried to stop them," et cetera.  Yeah, right.

And their wives, in turn, are struggling to believe them.  Not so much for their men's sake, but for their own and their familys' sakes.  That little voice inside a woman's head that knows the man cheated shouts, "Don't listen to him!"  But then the other voices start in, drowning out the first, telling her that divorce will be ugly and that maybe he didn't cheat.

Of course, the agent is there, too, trying to tell the wife she's crazy and that the news is crazy and the world is crazy.  And that he is innocent.  

Most of us have been there at one time or another in our lives.  We all know friends who have been there, as well.  Someone cheats on us and then tries to convince us we are imagining things -- of course, it's typically not this high profile. What I want to know is why in addition to cheating on a woman, a man must try to convince her she's crazy when he gets caught?  If he's unhappy enough to cheat, then leave.  If he gets caught, then admit it and let everyone move on. 

Simple. 

Getting Old

So my daughter got mad at me because I had posted a picture of Madonna photoshopped and unphotoshopped on my Facebook page (yes, I love being scolded by my child).  She said I was being mean.

The funny thing was I didn't put the picture up to be mean.  I put it up because the un-photoshopped Madonna has many of the same flaws that I see on my own aging body -- the saggy skin no matter how much I exercise, the uneven marks, the other things we need not talk about.  Yes, I admit it -- it made me feel better to know that even superstars with all their money and time can't fight aging anymore than I can.

Find a Way to Make it Better

Sometimes life sucks.  It's a fact.  But you can do something about it.  Wallowing in self pity just makes it worse, so think about what can make your life better.  About a year ago, my job was making me miserable.  I felt underemployed, micro-managed and generally dreaded going into work each day.  Then some writing opportunies literally dropped out of the sky (thank you, God!) and landed in my lap.  It gave me something to do during those awful dead spots during the day at work and also allowed me to do something I loved.  I'm still in my job, but it no longer seems like a soul-sucking daily grind. 

Happy Thanksgiving

As your children grow and leave you with more free time to yourself, it's important to try things that you may never have considered doing before.  Push yourself.   On this Thanksgiving Day, I ran my first 2K.  Granted, I had to walk a wee bit, but I ran most of it and, in truth, I hate running.  In fact, I hadn't run any measurable distance since high school when the evil P.E. teachers made us run.

It's not like I don't exercise.  I hit the gym about every day, walk, do yoga, but I hate running.  But then I watched my daughter finish her second marathon the other day and what I noticed -- besides her running, of course -- was the myriad of human forms that crossed the marathon finish line.  Fat people, old people, young people, hobbling people -- they had all finished 26.2 miles.  Wow, I was humbled.

So I decided to make it a goal to do something that obviously I could do -- I just hadn't wanted to do it.  And why not?  We only live once and I'm not getting any younger.  Besides, the race, which also included a 5K and 10K, supports students at the Humble School in Uganda, a school that I was blessed to have visited two years ago (pictured here).

Beyond Da Mom

It's easy to become that mom -- the one that makes us cringe as she stomps along the sidelines of the soccer game or pounds on the glass at the hockey game, screaming at her kid to, "Score!  Score!  Score!"  Or we become that mom who berates her daughter for not throwing a standing tuck or for failing to get all A's.  Becoming that mom starts slowly.  We want to encourage our children to do their best... but then the encouragement rounds the corner and heads over the hill to pushing our children mentally, to shouting, threats and bribery.  It also inevitably ends up in frustration for both mom and child.

How do you avoid becoming that mom -- the one who is so over-involved in her child's life that she can't see that she is doing more harm than good?  You step back and realize that you are not your child.  You get a life (sounds harsh, but meant in all kindness).  You realize that you can't expect absolute perfection from your child when you, yourself, aren't perfect.  And you realize that your main goal in life as a mother is to raise a child that can take care of himself or herself.

And as scary as it sounds, to raise children that can take care of themselves means allowing them to fail once in awhile.  Solving all of a child's problem in the long run does more harm than good.  He will never learn how to cope with failure, which will happen as certainly as death someday.  At least if it happens now, you can walk him through the pain and the reasons why failure happens.  It is actually a much better present to give a child than to buy her a toy to temporarily soothe the pain.