Archive for September, 2010

Thematic Thursdays: There’s a Cup in Your Crotch?

I recycle. I take brief showers. I drive a fuel-efficient car. I’m taking new steps to decrease my carbon footprint everyday. I’m what some would call eco-chick, hippie — granola even, but the last place I want granola is between my legs. At least that’s what I thought when I first saw the Diva Cup a few years ago. In fact, I took one look at it and said, “Eww gross! Damn hippies!”

Well, a few months ago this cute little latex-free cup caught my attention again. There was something about not having to buy menstrual supplies for a whole year that was appealing to me, but the main attraction was not having to stop what I’m doing every hour to go check my drip. Get my drift? Some Diva Cup marketing materials claimed the product could be worn for 12 hours straight. “Where do I sign up?” was my first thought. Then I remembered how heavy my flow is each month. What if my cup runneth over?

So I did a little research, but nothing was going to convince me like just trying the darn thing. The first day was strange. It was easy to put in, but I’m so used to putting in tampons that I inserted it at the wrong angle. Needless to say, there was some leaking. I’m no fool. I wasn’t going to trust this thing without at least a pad for protection, so there was no embarrassing moment. Unless, of course, you count the moment in the handicap stall with Mooch staring at me while I attempted to dig the thing out. It was not easy.

I didn’t give up, though. All new things take getting used to. The Diva Cup has to be inserted perpendicularly (pointing at the tail bone) not straight up like a tampon. I did it again. This time, I made it seven hours without leaking at all. The new pad was clean when I got home. I decided to check the level, so I pulled it out. This time it was much easier. The cup was almost full!! At that point I realized that I can’t leave mine in for 12 hours straight — at least not on the first day. I washed it and put it back in. I went over night on the first day of my period with no leaks!!! Amazing.

The second day was even better — inserting and removing with ease. I left it in the whole day and didn’t leak. It was definitely full when I got home, though, so anyone with a heavy flow should just be mindful of how much time has elapsed. It doesn’t need to be changed nearly as much as the other stuff. Speaking of that stuff, it is wonderful not having to carry tampons and pads around. There’s no chance of having the period odor, because no oxidation takes place.

By the third day, I was hooked. I can’t see it any other way. I thought it would take a couple of cycles to get used to it — not a couple of days! I’m saving time, money and the planet in one bloody swoop. I’m very happy to have found this product.

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Workin’ Wednesdays: IABD 2011 Logo … Maybe

I’m not sure if this will be the official 2011 IABD logo yet, because the team is still deciding on it.  I like it, but that’s probably because I designed it. *chuckle*

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Tuesdays With Mooch: Fair Enough (New Monologue)

Mooch had an interview with The Savage Agency (headed by Judy Savage) yesterday.  They loved her and are now representing her.  We’re very excited as are they.  She’s wanted to do this for so long. I’m happy to support her and see her dreams come true.  She’s very serious and committed to her craft.  She practices and takes direction very well.  My only regret is that I didn’t listen to her sooner.  At least at this level of maturity, I feel she’s ready to take on the biz. *tear*

Bento of the Week (times 2, because I forgot to do it last week):

Organic Pop Chips, pineapples, watermelon, soy turkey on wheat

Fried tofu, green beans, watermelon, ketchup

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Marital Mondays: I Just Had to Say Something

A couple of weeks ago I sat patiently in the waiting room of the doctor’s office with both of my children while a woman in her forties shouted expletives into her blue tooth earpiece. Mine weren’t the only children in the waiting room. In fact, when she ended her call, she proceeded to yell colorful language at her own kids.

We’ve all been there. A person, who’s vocabulary and mannerisms rival those of a fifth grader, opens their mouth and says something ridiculous, or perhaps a friend is whining about a relationship they hate but won’t get out of. It’s enough to instill a nihilist bug in even the most patient hippie chicks.

Years ago (okay honestly months ago) I would have said something to the woman in the waiting room. I would have let her know that if this was the way she chose to speak to her own children, it was sad, but that I certainly wasn’t going to allow her to have a Richard Pryor show in front of mine. While I definitely questioned her judgement and did everything short of putting earmuffs on Fuss, I didn’t say anything.

One of the most important things that my husband has taught me is to let stupid people be. I used to be the queen of blurting out, “I just had to say something.” One day he asked, “For what?” in a matter of fact tone. I thought about it for a moment, and my only real reason was to give the person a piece of my mind while hoping to give myself peace of mind. I knew deep down that change wouldn’t be the outcome. In fact, in most cases I’ve been almost certain that an argument would ensue. Maybe those days I was carrying around enough anger that I was craving an altercation. Who knows?

“I wanted to let them know how I felt.” I responded, waiting for my comment to be ripped to shreds. Instead, he said that he understood.

“There’s just no point in it” he went on. “Instead of fighting with stupid people, you could be reading, or having sex, or eating a sandwich” he said. Then he shared a quote that we say often around our house, “Counsel your brother … if he does not listen, simply fold your arms and bend your back. He will confound himself.” In other words, when it’s a friend that I care about, who asks for my opinion, give it. Whether they apply it or not shouldn’t concern me once I’ve shared my thoughts. If it’s a stranger, screw it. It’s just not worth it.

I can’t promise that I’ll head up a campaign for stupid people and start a war on intellectual apartheid, but the next time someone has too many simultaneous partners to know who their “baby daddy” is or is under 30 and says they don’t know what RSS is, I won’t say a word.

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Film Fridays: Meditation for Moms

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