An Angry Homo
That's 1.5 miles more than I can jog without stopping. I'm seriously out of shape.To answer a question you posed on my blog, I don't know how I'm going to address the issue of masturbation with my children. Thing is, I still have some of the hangups I've always had, and that subject is embarassing to discuss. However, the clip I showed, though over the top, is I think the general approach to take. It's no big deal, don't be ashamed of it, it's private but a-ok to do. And everyone does, but don't tell anyone I told you.
What a great picture. Isn't New York great? I'm impressed you ran in hot hot weather. Now, that says something.
Scott, mum's the word! Lord only knows what a wreck I'd be if I had to talk about it to a boy of mine right now. But by the time I have kids that are of age, I'll probably have it figured out. And so will you, because we'll both be in our fifties by then! lol! As of right now, I'd probably not want to go on and on about the ... um ... product ... as much as ol' Unc did. Because just ... yick.Blindsighted, yes it was a bit thick on Sunday when I jogged it last. I got rewarded by a nice summer sprinkle during. (Nothing like Scott's trip to Walden's Pond though! Go check it out!) But I find that a good gulp of water and a good song on the mp3 player gets me going long enough to open the pores. Once I'm sweating, it feels extremely good. Every breezy wisp is like air conditioning. Wait a minute--"Blindsighted"? Let me go see who you are ...... Oh! Then you know what I'm talking about already! Hello and welcome! :)
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