Things change and priorities shift as you get older. When you have kids they change even more. As a responsible adult, sometimes fun gets put on the back-burner and a once clear-head becomes non-existent. I miss that clear-head.Now I'm in my fifties (ugh) and I can't wait to see if this decade has changed me yet again.
In October 2013 I joined a gym... well more of a club. I can eat, drink, shower, work out, swim, watch TV, shop, get my hair done, get a massage or a wax - even a makeup application. I can play racquetball or tennis, sit in front of the fire (life is good), take Tango... Continue Reading →
Boobs, jugs, peaches, ninnies, tits, rack, eyes, knockers, cans, sweater meat, knobs, boobies, breasts, titties, mammaries, pins, bazooms, bazongas, headlights, hooters, lungs, fun bags, tatas, maracas, girls, twins and the list goes on.
Getting back to the boobs, I decided to research the history of implants and was shocked by my findings. In 1890 the first surgical breast augmentation was performed with paraffin injections. Tell me if I'm wrong, but I thought paraffin was a flammable wax substance used in manicures.
f it's all about the boobs when you look at them, it should be all about the boobs when you take care of them. Self exams, mammograms, doctor visits. Just do it. Big or small, our breasts are important - we are important.