Beach Babe

For ONCE the weather was decent on Saturday.  Usually it's perfect weather during the week when I am stuck in a windowless 'cublicle' on the 8th floor of a stuffy building and then come weekend and my chance to venture into the outdoors, and the wind is galing and it's cool.
I did not hesitate to take advantage of the good weather this time around, and Julie and myself took off with my two kids and headed for the beach.  
It was Cillisa's first real trip to the beach (the previous one not counting, because she was sleeping!).
I am still blown away at her response to this great outdoors.   I remember Jacques crying as his feet hit the sand, not enjoying it at all - though now at the age of 5, of course, it's all changed.
Still, here I watched my 15 month old take off across the sand, her tiny barefeet barely leaving a footprint behind her.   She stopped periodically to pick up something off the sand, even bringing me a small mussel, still in it's shell.   
And then she discovered the water.  I thought she'd be hesitant to go in, it being cold and all.  Wrong again.
She went in on her hands and knees, shrieking and laughing when the water splashed over her, and once, when I couldn't grab her up in time, the water splashed up into her face and over her head.  She thought it was funny!  
It was such a joy to watch her having so much fun.  
And then, there was the surfer / body boarder standing on the sand that she walked past, looked up at and beamed a smile upon.  He looked down at her, returned the smile, and then looked around at me, and grinned again, looking a little puzzled at his own reaction to this tiny creature at his feet!   
And again I marvelled at how little girls, no matter how small, can twist a man around her finger with a dazzling smile.  
I think this is where some women go wrong.  They grow up, become guarded.   Their actions are calculated or at least considered.  Gone are the spontaneous wide smiles, and unselfconscious enjoyment of life. 
I learn alot from my daughter every day.  And I wonder what became of me and how to get some of that...
'innocence' back.

Bailamos

Damn, someone pass me a tissue, I just drooled on my keypad.  Yes, it's THAT bad.  Growing up, I was not one for 'idol worship'.  Sure I had some posters on my wall of Kelly Slater.  Indeed I fell inlove with 'Jack' from Titanic, played by Leonardo Dicaprio.   Hmmm, I've always, always liked Tom Cruise - though recently he's gotten too old for me!  And when I was VERY young, I thougth Alec Baldwin was HOT.  

But nothing compares to my adoration of one Enrique Iglesias.   It's probably a good thing that he didn't prefer acting as a career, my DVD player would have burned out by now and I'd be divorced.  As it is, I have almost convinced my husband that he really does in some way resemble something in Enrique.  I changed the subject before I had to be more specific though!

Seriously, what woman can resist those smouldering eyes?  

I'd like to say it's all about the music for me, but seriously, I like Nickleback and Prime Circle too, but I wouldn't be inspired to post them on my blog and Google shirtless pics of the band members.

In October 2007 I attended a concert.  My hubby bought the ticket for me for my birthday and Julie agreed to go with.  Poor girl.  She sat alongside me from 08:00 the morning until 21:00 the evening just to be sure we were RIGHT INFRONT of the Golden Circle.  I wanted an unimpeded view of my favourite 'idol'.  The fact that thousands of screaming, panting, horny bitches jostled, pushed and shoved did not deter us and we clung valiantly to the railing separating us from the stage.   I did not, for one single moment, consider myself on the same level as these poor deprived females.  I was there for the music.   And to see Enrique upclose - purely from an entertainment perspective.   I'd paid for it.  But I did not, I repeat, NOT, behave that way, or fantasize about him in any inappropriate way or in any place or position that included duvets, pillows, silk, etc.   I am after all a married woman.

The fact that he writes most of his own music adds to my admiration of this talented man.  I believe he is deep and soulful and so totally and completely Spanish.  Yum.  I can honestly say that never before have I seen a male artist perform with as much energy and enthusiasm and he does at his concerts.

His music has, for many years, been the alphabet of my life - a song for every ocassion.   When I am happy, sad, thoughtful, energetic, alone...there's a song for it all.   I love listening to the Spanish songs too, because there is nothing to destract me from the pure emotion Enrique puts into his music.  

Despite all this, he is a man, and someone, somewhere is putting up with his shit on a daily basis.   To all accounts and purposes, it's Anna, the beautiful, golden tennis star / model. 

So yes, okay, I'm an 'idol worshipper' even at my age!  But I am not a horny panting bitch and I do not have pictures of him as  my screen saver, desktop or on the back of the toilet door.   I do have his CD in the car, and in the house, and, I believe, the best topless picture of him ever taken, hidden deep within my box of treasures.  I should share it sometime.

In the meantime, make do with what is shared on Google for all those horny bitches out there to pant upon - me excluded, as I am merely admiring a work of art and a talented artist - purely from an entertainment point of view.  Seriously.

Now, where's that DAMN tissue????!!!

Friendly Insight

Well, my best girl buddy just sent me an email - she's obviously been Googling for an answer as to how she fell pregnant.  (Dont' ask, the depths of her mind are safer unexplored!).  She's 17 weeks today (Happy 17

Weeks, Julie!) and her son's name is Dylan.  First baby...can you imagine how excited she is!

Anyway, her extensive Google research dug up the following and I thought it interesting enough to share:

When Can You Get Pregnant?

Because sperm can survive for as long as 5 days, you could potentially fall pregnant from intercourse during the 5 days before you ovulate, as well as for 24 hours after.