Now in Super Large Grapefruit Size!
Blog kitt decided around 23:00 on 22 January 2005 to publish this:Kris and I went over to Mike, Kate and Liza's tonight for dinner. It was a very nice evening. We met some of Kate's work friends: Brian and Kim with baby Alex, and Isis and Shaun. With the two youngsters in the house and another one on the way, talk naturally drifted towards children, and then not having children. In particular, when a couple decides they're done having children, who volunteers to go under the knife?
When most of the men agreed a vasectomy was the way to go (if their wives have to go through the pain of childbirth, the least they can do is undergo the surgery to prevent another one), Kim related the story of when the husband of a friend she knew underwent his vasectomy: he had the operation done and went home. Sometime in the middle of the night, this guy woke up with his testicles the size of grapefruits. He immediately dashed (drove? ran?) to the hospital, where they discovered the incisions had not stopped bleeding, causing the swelling, and, I can only assume, incredible pain. They were drained, stitched back together properly, no lasting harm done.
All fine and good. But I couldn't help but wonder, wouldn't you wake up once your nuts were the size of apples? Who waits until they're the size of grapefruits?
All Sugar, All the Time
Blog Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 22:40 on 21 January 2005Heh. Today's meals included a Krispy Kreme donut, milk, Cold Stone Creamery chocolate ice cream with almonds, chocolate chips, then finally a real meal at Satsuma (sushi). My insides are lovin' me right now.
Yeah right.
Probably a good thing I don't do this very often (like never).
Driving the Wrong Way
Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 00:53 on 21 January 2005If you must drive the wrong way down a one way street, drive very fast. You're going the wrong way, so get the fuck out of there.
Heading Home
Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 14:15 on 20 January 2005I Guess Google Can Find Me Now.
Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 18:31 on 18 January 2005We'd be boppin' right now
Blog Posted by kitt at 17:58 on 18 January 2005"If we weren't responsible adults, we would have had a sexual relationship."A friend of several years recently made that comment to me during a close, late night conversation. It's stuck with me, and inspired the most recent "Letters to my Children" entry, "Crushes Are Okay, Your Actions Are What Matter." I'm convinced everyone crushes and experiences that semi-obsessive thinking of someone, full of imaginings of and perhaps longing for the company of the object of crush. Lisa and I talked about crushes, about how they're normal, about as long as you recognize them for what they are, and don't do anything more than enjoy them, they can also be healthy. Crushes can be small, lasting a meal or a day, or they can be overwhelming, lasting months, years or lifetimes. Yes, lifetimes. A retired friend of mine, who is in his seventies, has had a crush on a friend of his for near fifty years, most of his lifetime. Oh, sure, as adults we call it "respect" and not "desire." But it's the same thing: a crush. And having them is okay. If you enjoy the crush, feel the sexual tension, enjoy the company, and let it go at that, they can be wonderful. They can remind us of the joys of falling in love (on a smaller scale, but similar none-the-less), those giggly moments when little matters but that happy-little-flip-flop. Because what is important is your reactions to the crush: what you do or don't do about them. Actually having them isn't important: they're normal. Trying to suppress them is nigh impossible, like trying to stop an avalanche mid-fall: it ain't gonna happen. So, my friend's comment was dead on: we would have had a sexual relationship if both of us had been single at the same time. And it would have been a lot of fun. Imagining what would have happened is also okay, because I know, in the end, it won't be my friend who I go home to, who I sleep with, who I snuggle at night. It'll be Kris, my best friend.