All boys are said to become a man eventually. And eventually it may take a long time in some males. But I have recently come up with the right term to describe all of those male people of who I’m still doubting whether they have become man enough to call a man. My term has been used by a friend of mine and I thought it was the right one, it is ‘guy’
Even though I’m 26, I still want to be called a girl. I don’t consider myself a woman as I think that is too old, and I don’t consider myself a young lady either as that would probably be a bit too refined for a playful girl like I am.
In female people it is pretty obvious to decide whether they are a girl or whether they are a woman. A young female is always a girl. That girl becomes a woman in my eyes when she gets her first period.
It is pretty hard to decide when a boy becomes a man. Somehow I think it is time to call a boy a man when he gets married, but somehow I don’t think that is really true, not for all males anyway.
At this moment, it occurs to me that childishness probably hasn’t got anythi ng to do with defining men as an entity.
A new habitual routine has come up to try and lighten my migraine a bit. Salt is supposed to be good for a low blood pressure.
A while ago I heard some herbal advice on television to treat a hangover. When you come home after drinking too much, you should eat a little pack of salt chips. You than also need to drink a lot of cold water. The salt will help your body to keep all the water inside to purify your body.
When I have migraine, since then I eat a lot of salt chips while drinking a lot. I find sometimes it helps me lighten up my migraine a bit but not always, but as this is the only medicine I can rely on, I figure it is worth trying out.
Never have I experienced a hangover, mind you, I do drink a lot of cocktails which contain very much alcohol. I don’t drink them on my own or when I already drank something, and when I feel the alcohol is getting to me, I immediately stop as I don’t want to experience a hangover on top of my migraine experiences.
Today I have found that a sandwich with all vegetables and a little mayonnaise and very much salt also seems to help my migraine.
Besides having salt and water on the evening you drank too much, on the day of your hangover you should drink a lot of herbal teas to keep some vitamins in your body and in your blood, a couple of these teas are: dandelion tea and nettle tea.
But I really think making your own dandelion tea is the best cure for people with a severe hangover. Imagine the fresh air you breathe and the fresh air blowing through your hair, when picking your own fresh dandelions, wouldn’t this be fantastic to cure a hangover?
The people who know me for a long time already, they know I am writing my memoir. I write freelance columns as well as freelance articles.
Some of my loyal (past) readers have written a testimonial, a sort of review of my blog. It is very nice and lovely to have these positive reviews on my writing. I am still looking to change the dates and the authors. I just wanted to, again, thank them all for showing such a lovely sign of appreciation.
I wanted hereby to thank all of you and send you heaps of hugs and kisses!
This week I was cleaning out my wardrobe. My new, I haven’t cleaned out my wardrobe since I twelve. I still fit in all my cholthes.
I don’t which things I should throw out, because I’m quite fond of colourful clothing. That is pretty youthfull, this might be a reason for people to think I am very young. Last year in New York people estimated me twelve years old. I don’t think that’s a compliment, sixteen would be.
Anyway, I have thrown out a whole lot, but if these things I’ve thrown out keep lying around here, I will begin doubting again.
Here is something I heard about. It’s not about my situation in specific, but it’s about the service I also rely on and I wouldn’t want it to happen to me.
There is a woman, an older lady, and she didn’t have anyone to clean her house for about seven weeks. There is help available for her for two hours a week, and obviously you can’t clean a house properly in two hours. Because in these two hours she also needs help with cooking and other important little things.
Imagine your house not being cleaned for seven weeks. And this still happens in Belgium?! It is a big scandal I think. I mean, Belgium makes those advertisements about being kind and stuff to all of those people who need help, and yet they still make people live in a big mess. I can’t understand this! The’re may be a too little number of employees, but still it is a duty of the service to provide for the well-being of those people, don’t you think?
So yesterday I had my menses. So back to zero again. This means I am fertile again. When my menses stop, I am going to take my vitamines and hormonal enhancers again.
- Vitex (fertility),: used to take Clomid, testosterone
- B12 (fertility)
- Hormonal herbal mix (fertility)
- Folic acid (fertility)
- Multivitamin (fertility)
- B2 (migraine)
It so feels like I miscarried. My belly is so dead. Fucking orgametril, estrôgen, hormonal medicine I had to take!!!
I have also bought some baby aspirin as that is the only medicine I am allowed to take when I have migraine while I am pregnant.
I don’t know why this is happening. I guess it is a very minor bug, or possibly due to their infrequent and few update times.
But on my dashboard I only see their update a few times a day. On the dashboard you also see your last posts’ impressions. And I get to see not all of the posts I published. I wonder why this is happening. Maybe this is because Blogrush is in their first steps.
I already emailed them at the support twice I guess, and still I have no reply. I don’t think I will send them anymore mail because I don’t want to piss them off, so they won’t be able to disable my BlogRush account I guess. Anyway, I still think of BlogRush being a good traffic maker.
What would you say if you were told to blogger off? Imagine you are posting somewhere, somewhere people usually blog, and people told you it isn’t justified that you blog here, that it’s inappropriate. What would go through your mind if people told you your blog is illegal? If you had to put your blog offline? Even worse could be a sign: BLOGGERS NOT ALLOWED. Sure, we could fight back with a sign: BLOGGERS VIOLATION.
Mind you, I do know what this feels like as in 2003-2004 my blog made it to the national newspaper because of this.
Imagine this for a moment, and then try to think of the following:
I am so angry with all the people who pushed me to not having a baby when I was younger, from since about 9 years ago when I was 18. Since then I have only progressed with my disease, I have a very limited balance and a bad coordination, and now I need much more help, help for me and help for my baby. I am going through with my babywish no matter what other stupid people think. I know it is a dare, some think I am courageous to go through with my intense babywish. I am scared myself because I can’t foresee everything my child will do. But I am prepared with everything I think I need.
I know having a child, can’t be a try out, and it is not what I am going to do either. It will be very tuff for me, especially for this situation I am in: my situation means that I am in a wheelchair with very limited balance and coordination. I asked some people who are very supportive towards my babywish what they would do if they were me. They would not dare to go through with it. I don’t know where that leaves me, but my wish is so intense, probably a little more intense than within women who are not in a wheelchair because I want to make all my life about my baby. For me, this is not about being courageous or anything it is just about one thing, and what’s good for my baby.
And this is not necessarily a bad thing, but my babywish is so intense that now I feel my life could be worthless if I didn’t have a baby…
I think I have gone through very much. I already had 2 miscarriages and one time my hormones thought I was pregnant. Now they are thinking I had a miscarriage too because I had to take the pills.
And every time something happens with my providing of help services, I am forced to review things over and over again. Because imagine me saying to my baby: I can’t take care of you today, you’re on your own. Obviously that is not an option, that is why I don’t need probabilities, I need certainties.
I am so angry with myself for not doing it anyway. I am so mad I didn’t push through what other people thought and said. I should have had a baby already. But should haves are so stupid to think about.
And last but not least, I am furious with that stupid gynaecologist who made me up to be an unethical mum. If it weren’t for him, I would have been pregnant and have my baby already, because my miscarriage via artificial insemination was about twelve months ago. I got pregnant from the first insemenation because my own gynaecologist has a great way of working. Thanks to his collegue my babywish is left behind.
I do not pay as much attention to PageRank as you might think. It arises to me that my PageRank as been the same for all of the last years. I can’t say how many exactly, because to me it seems that I have the same PageRank forever. All I know is that it hasn’t changed 1. My blog has been stuck now on PageRank 3 for so long…
I find 3/12 not a very good number, but I think I should be really glad with it because lots of people their websites are stuck on PageRank 0. I don’t know exactly how I have to see this PageRank. I can see it allright, but I can’t make sense of it, meaning that I don’t know what it meens according to my blog and it’s popularity.
I know google has updated its PageRank a while ago. On some posts I read meta tags can prevent your PageRank from climbing up. I don’t know if 3 is a fairly good number for my site, or whether I should try to get this number higher. And I don’t know what to do about it either.
Somewhere this week I was training my pussy, Falco, to turn off and on my light switch. Several times actually. The second time I took out the cupboard, his tuna, a spoon, his training target stick and his clicker.
If the cupboard opens, he knows what’s going to happen and he immediately goes direction the light switch in the living room. If it takes him too long to get everything ready for his training, he usually goes with his paw on the light switch and then he looks at me like a sad boy, as to saying ‘didn’t I do it well enough?’.
But in that moment someone entered my house and I thought that guy was going to keep me buzzy for a while so I put Falco’s training stuff aside again. Much against my habit. And much against Falco’s pigheaded will. Because he was already hanging on my light switch and looking at me as a poor little boy who didn’t get what he rightfully deserved.
But anyway, after five minutes we started over with some tuna.
Paws