Word For Wednesday (W4W) #46


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Festivus!

Today is December 23rd, AKA Festivus, the Christmas for the rest of us.

*Originally a family tradition of scriptwriter Dan O’Keefe, who worked on the American sitcom Seinfeld, Festivus entered popular culture after it was made the focus of the 1997 episode “The Strike”.[1][2] The holiday’s celebration, as it was shown on Seinfeld, includes a Festivus dinner, an unadorned aluminum Festivus pole, practices such as the “Airing of Grievances” and “Feats of Strength”, and the labeling of easily explainable events as “Festivus miracles”.[3]

As a non-believer and a person who despairs at the way a supposedly religious celebration has become a vulgar commercial farce, I am not celebrating Xmas. There are no decorations in my house, no tree, no cards on display. I have bought and delivered gifts to the people I love who do celebrate the day – I am not that mean!

But I do love the idea behind Festivus, don’t you? It is so much more honest! Any Xmas gathering I can remember comprised of either a full blown, (usually alcohol fuelled), row or that simmering, resentful tension that is generated by spending time in close, confined conditions with people you do not choose to spend time with during the rest of the year. At least with Festivus you get to enjoy the “Airing of Grievances”!

If you  are someone who celebrates the day I wish you a Merry Xmas and only good things in 2016.

If you are one of “the rest of us”, I bid you a most excellent Festivus!

Here, have a giggle on me!

*Thanks Wiki!

Ciao!

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Word For Wednesday (W4W) #45


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This week’s word is…

Dentophobia

I used to be very nervous about going to the dentist. I think it was because, as a child I had some very bad habits – drinking undiluted Ribena, eating jam straight from the jar with a spoon – and needed more fillings than the average kid. Add to this the fact that my dentist was an older gentleman with massive gold teeth and the hairiest nostrils known to humankind, who, while administering the anaesthetic injection, pretended to inject and numb his own finger EVERY SINGLE TIME, and it starts to piece together maybe.

As a result, once I was no longer under the care of my parents I made a point of only seeing a dentist if I was in agony. This, of course, was a very silly strategy because, as we all know, prevention really is better than cure.

Fast forward to about 10 years ago when my dentist informed me that I needed a root canal, which had to be done over the course of three hours, followed by the fitting of a crown, all carried out by a specialist that had to be brought in to my local surgery. I was not best pleased. She told me the only alternative was to lose the tooth, which basically sealed the deal.

The OH knew I was nervous, (read terrified), and bought me my first iPod, loaded with all my favourite music to distract me during the procedure. Surprising myself more than anyone, I sailed through it! I found the experience strangely calming, settling, tranquil.

The specialist told me afterwards that she had never in her career had a patient remain so still and calm during a root canal. I seemed to have turned a corner!

A few years ago I was told that my wisdom tooth would have to be removed. It was growing at such an angle that meant the surgery to remove it carried a real risk of permanent facial paralysis. Once again, you can imagine I was less than happy to hear this. Armed again with my iPod, off to another specialist I trotted. The worst part of the procedure was how much he had to stretch my jaw to get at the offending tooth, he split my lip and left me looking as if I had gone a round with Mike Tyson. But even the squeal of the drill didn’t bother me this time. I didn’t even use the iPod. And my face moves as much as it ever did!

I had a dental checkup appointment this morning, (yes, I am a good girl these days and go regularly), as well as a routine scale and polish. My dentist these days is a lovely, motherly lady who calls me “pet” and “good girl” rather than use my name. I think she is a delight! She entertains me with a constant stream of consciousness as she works on me, fully aware I cannot reply as she has wedged my mouth wide open with a strange plastic and latex implement. She seems happy with an occasional eyebrow raise as acknowledgment or agreement.

I actually enjoy going to the dentist now as I always receive praise from her on my oral hygiene and health. I really, like… really, enjoy the sensations of her poking my gums with that sharp doodah she uses to check gum health, and as for the sting of the scraper thing she uses… oh man! It is divine!

As I write now I wonder if the fact I am a masochist submissive has had any bearing on my change of perception? I enjoy the semi painful treatment, I tingle at the sounds of drills and jets, I delight in being told I am a “good girl” or being called “pet”…

Could it be that rather than being a dentophobe I am in fact a dentophile?

Am I Bill Murray in Little Shop Of Horrors?

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Am I a freak?

Ciao!

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Word For Wednesday (W4W) #44


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Everyone who reads my blogs knows my BFF is known to you all as Felicity Johns, a gifted writer who made the decision last week to delete her blog. I know she underestimates how much she will be missed and how much we all enjoyed her fiction and poetry.

I am going to use this post as an opportunity to tell her that if it wasn’t for her blog, The Dark Night Chronicles, we would never have met each other and for that reason alone I am very grateful she created it. Feli, you told me just the other day, (I will expand on this in another post soon), that I am a ‘lifetime’ person and you know what? so are you!

I love you sis and I look forward to whatever your next creative endeavour will be!


This week’s word is…

Felicity

I was searching for a W4W this morning and was toying with the word happiness so I searched for its definition only to be reminded that a synonym for happiness is… felicity!

I cannot think of a better nom de plume that my friend could have chosen.

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Her friendship is a constant source of happiness in my life and to say she has a “pleasing manner” with words is an understatement. Her ability to craft a beautiful sentence is indisputable.

I am sure I am not alone in wishing her a felicitous life as she moves forward.

Ciao!

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Word For Wednesday (W4W) #43My Advent Calendar


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This week I am using another contributor to W4W as my launch pad. The lovely Cherrytartblog , (a sister Irish sex blogger… yay!), used Christmas as her word this week and wrote a delightfully grinch-style post about it. I found many of my own personal feelings about Christmas reflected in her writing.

I am not a fan of Xmas at the best of times, but this year I have a heavy dose of the ‘bah-humbugs’.

At best, I view it as an inconvenience I could really do without. At worst it is a vacuous, commercial and crass celebration of all things materialistic.

I do not believe in any religion and it feels disingenuous to celebrate a day that I believe simply does not need to exist.

I wish I could tell my family, as a non Christian, I choose to simply not recognise or celebrate Xmas at all. I do not think that would go down well.

For many people Xmas is a hellish time of year. People with depression, illness, grief, trouble at home, whatever, feel tremendous pressure join in and enjoy what, for them, is a time to be reminded of how alone they feel.

I wish we all were not subjected to this social pressure and that those of us that do not want to participate be allowed to treat the day as what it really is… just another day.

After all… other religions don’t ram their feast days down the throats of the rest of us and they haven’t allowed them to be corrupted into a massive commerical farce.

For those of you that celebrate I wish you only the best and that you enjoy the festivities.

For all the rest of you that do not..I wish you only the best too!

Ciao!

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Word for Wednesday #14

Christmas

I apologise in advance for the nature of this post but I really, really fucking hate Christmas. And I know I’m a day late but here’s my own advent calendar. And thanks to MoonlightDancer @Kats_my_Name_ who posted this picture on her Twitter yesterday when she started a Bah Humbug Gang 🙂

She also hosts Word for Wednesday over at Kittykat-bitsandbobs

Bah Humbug25 reasons why I hate Christmas:

  1. It seems to start earlier every year.
  2. Ridiculously commercial.
  3. Too much stress for just one day.
  4. When the decorations go up around town I feel as if I’m living inside a pinball machine.
  5. Too many people spend money they don’t have to give presents to people they don’t even like.
  6. Too many people spend money they don’t have to give people things they neither want nor need.
  7. School nativity plays.
  8. So called Christians celebrating without sparing one thought for…

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Word for Wednesday (W4W) #42


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This week’s word is…

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There is really only one thing in this life we can be sure of, (with the exception of death and taxes as Benjamin Franklin so cheerfully put it), and that is that nothing is certain. We have no way of knowing what is around the next corner; which is a thrilling and exciting concept, whilst at the same time being brilliantly scary.

Personally, I find it rather comforting to reflect on the transcience of life and everything in it.

When dark days hover over us like murky storm clouds, allowing no light to break through, it is reassuring to know that, as the very wise old proverb says, “this too shall pass”. It can be difficult, sometimes it feels impossible to believe that, but if you are fortunate enough to have someone to remind you of this, I think it really can help.

Conversely, knowing that nothing is forever can make the good times we live through feel even more precious. It is a bittersweet knowledge, being aware that the happiness you are experiencing at any one time will also pass, but that you will be left with the memory of it and the hope of more happy days to look forward to.

I think it reminds us to hug those we love closer and tighter, listen harder, love more fiercely and cherish every moment.

And when the Black Dog, (or if you do not experience depression, perhaps its little brown puppy brother), sits heavy on your chest, I hope you can remind yourself that it will not be forever. There will be brighter days ahead.

I hope you can hang on in there until the darkness clears and the light comes back into your life.

Just remember… nothing, not even this, lasts forever.

With love…

Ciao!

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Word for Wednesday (W4W) #41


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This week’s word is…

Mischief!

I was delighted to be called the Mistress of Mischief on Sunday!

Allow me to explain…

On my other blog I participate in a weekly meme called Sinful Sunday, created by the delightful Molly Moore. It is a photography meme where people share images they think of as sexy, erotic or sensual. It is a wonderfully empowering and positive meme and the other participants are always more than generous with supportive comments and feedback.

On Sunday I posted this image, which I took as I sat at my breakfast bar in my fluffy robe. It seems several people thought my little smirk revealed I had mischief in mind as I took the shot.

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A follower of mine on twitter, (Hello Honey! *waves), coined the phrase Mistress of Mischief which made me giggle.

Truth be told, I am usually full of mischief, as the OH would certainly confirm. My mischievous side is always well intentioned though, never malicious or intentionally harmful. It is always carried out in order to make someone, (usually the OH), smile.

Do you like to get up to mischief? Spill!

Ciao!

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Word for Wednesday (W4W) #40


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Tonic.

No, not that delightful fizzy liquid that you mix with gin to cure-all the world’s ills, (is that just me?).

I am talking about a tonic of a different kind altogether.

We are at that time of year now where all Irish Mammies fret about the health and well-being of their little ones. Eager to avoid the coughs and sniffles, and of course to prevent that most dreaded of all curses… being “run down”, they will inevitably look at their darling offspring and declare them in need of a “tonic”.

Off to the chemist the Mammies will march in search of the magic elixir.

I recall the sinking feeling when the giant glass bottle of dark, murky liquid was produced from the paper bag.

Despite protestations that I felt absolutely fine, fit as a butcher’s dog, on top of the world – resistance was, as the Borg Queen, (who, freakily had a passing resemblance to my Mam; great bone structure!), would say, futile. A generous glob of the sinister fluid was deposited into a wee plastic measuring cup which was held out for me to drink.

No amount of downturned mouth or puppy dog eyes could save me now.

“Come on now, down the hatch. It’ll do you the world of good!” she remained firm, resolute. Mamma was not to be messed with on this one.

Squeezing closed my eyes, I would bring the cup to my lips, recoiling at the sharp metallic pong of said tincture and take a tiny sip.

“Down with it all in one go now. It’s better than drawing it out.”

Jaysus! Was this woman trained by the KGB!? Tough love at it’s finest.

With a whimper I would swallow the entire cupful, trying not to gag, knowing there was only a short respite… there would be another dose later that day.

I know there were branded versions, but certainly here in Ireland several chemists sold their own concoctions, ( I imagine using a secret recipe, much like KFC), which goes to show the level of trust Mammies had in their local pharmacist.

I wonder was this an Irish custom or did mothers around the world believe in the power of a “tonic”?

Incidentally… the word came to me this morning as I showered, feeling very rough indeed and quite under the weather. I thought to myself, “God I am so run down… maybe I need a tonic…” before managing a smile at the thought that, yep, I have turned into my Mother!

Ciao!

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