Crazy summer of 2011

Yes. It's been a while. The fact is all my friends are grown-ups now. And so am I. Does it mean the end of our crazy adventures, summer flings, fast track boyfriends, easy girlfriends? Is it from now on all to expect a maternal call from within to fulfill one more task? Baby crying, diaper changing, early mornings, dull eyes, duller skin, flat shoes and sweatshirts? No drinks, no early hour shame walks? It feels odd to believe so. So, I tripped and fell, rolling down the memory lane... The time not so long ago that felt like being 16 again.

Hot summer days can literally boil your brain. This is proven by the story that happened somewhere in some city with some certain crowd of people that somehow got lost after that summer night. Drinking from the bottle with different connotation. Terrace in the middle of the week where drinks were proposed and none rejected. Wine, strong, stronger... Talks, laughs, hidden smiles, flirtations, first kisses and blackouts. It went on well in the night, flying high and falling deep. The next morning. When alarm clock went off at 6 am. Not knowing their names, their location. Vehicle left on some parking, grabbing a cab and trying to look normal in the office. The hardest working day whatsoever. Stomach had made serious acrobatic flip overs umpteen times until the clock stroke noon. Lunch. At last. Smell in the cafeteria brings back hot memories lingering from last night. Who with whom? Some couples were made, some unmade. What's done is done. Now is time to recover or try to recover what can be recovered. It will take a while, at least for pride to regain its former status. To return to daily routine, forget what needs to be forgotten and keep those precious one-on-one moments.

We don't really talk about that certain terrace night. There were so many embarasing, cheerful, funky, sexy, moving and rememberable moments that only one special look can grasp. We glance at each other... And smile. 

Woman. Period. How to handle? (part III)

Mastering nuclear physics - check. Flying a jet plane - check. Handling woman with period - what? That is achievable? With no superpowers?

Yes, we have heard plenty of jokes about handling women in comparison to men. About all the buttons we posses and men only one (I dare you to guess). Mission can become really impossible if woman is in that time of the month (perhaps some comment, Tom Cruise? Climbing that rock isn't so difficult after all, right?). However, there is simple logic behind it and if you follow some ready to use algorithms, those bloody days can pass by with an easy. Or at least easier.

Allow me to explain...

Our breasts can grow up to a one cup size and if you are able to button up your shirt and breath normally, than you're a winner. Men might find swollen breasts one of the nicest benefits of cycle, yet we are not so happy about it. It is painful. Please, do not in any circumstances touch our nipples. And pretty please, do not pretend you are turning on the music trying to rotate them around. Avoiding these gestures can save a lot of harsh words.
As if painful breasts are not enough, water in our body expands over some boundaries. It goes to places we do not want it to be. Such as our thighs and calves (zipping the boots was never so stressful). Stomach grows. Just over night. As if you were in 5th month of pregnancy. Yes, we can feel fat. You might not see the change, but trust me, it is there.

Putting physical changes aside leaves us with mood swings. Oh the joy. Looking at a commercial for cereals can be ever so emotional with tears in the end. Some women find everything surrounding them completely annoying, and this includes themselves as well. No discrimination. As bizarre as it may seem, the picture above roughly describes uncontrollable feelings we can neither hide nor manage. We do know we are unbearable, however, some magical force is preventing us to behave in acceptable way.

Sometimes it really feels like we are going to bleed to death, with painful cramps and no friends around, since we scared them off with our irrational habits. Please, bear with us. Keep calm and make some tea. Eventually, we are coming back ;)

xoxo

Harlem Shake

Since it's tremendously popular... My sis & her hubby also made a version of it. Oh, their doggy is camera assistant :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NongjGczQpg