My lip's hardly swollen at all, so I thought I'd show y'all what it looks like... Link ..and it doesn't really hurt much, either.

My last blog inspired me to take a look at myself...... ..I'm becoming a girly girl. I used to be a tomboy, a real guy's girl..a 'lad-ette' as the British put it. More at home in jeans and boots than a dress and heels, determined to hang as tough as any guy...and I did, even if it meant getting injured. I've played flag and full contact football where I've been the only lad-ette on the team, I've drank as much as (if not more than) quite a few dudes I've hung out with, I've out-shot...

I'm reading a book called 'Love Dharma', about relationship's from a buddhist woman's perspective. At the end of it is a poem that made me laugh out loud because I have a feeling that this is pretty much how i'm going to be when I'm 65. "Growing Old The Willis Way' by Jamie Markus, age eighteen. The day my great-grandmother Willis turned sixty-five she decided she would spend the rest of her life wearing fishnet stockings and red lipstick. Her place of dwelling became Big Larr...

I haven't felt needed much of late. I mean, I feel neccessary around my home - who else is going to wash dirty socks and clean toilets - but apart from that I've felt at a loose end. I used to volunteer over at the base Legal Office, and quite enjoyed myself. Made friends with an attorney over there who thought I wrote well and gave me stuff to do. In particular I wrote letters of affirmation for Line Of Duty (LOD) cases. The involved going through the files, reading all the informati...

Sand &Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. They began to argue, and one struck the other in the face. The one who was struck was hurt, but without saying anything, bent down and wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND STRUCK ME. They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to bathe. The one who had been struck began to sink in the mire and drown, but the other one saved him. After he was rescued and somewhat recover...

I have a couple of questions that none of my friends seem to be able to answer, so I thought I'd tap into the plethora of wisdom readily available on JoeU and see what you all had to offer. #1 I scored at the thrift store today and bought a single breasted leather blazer for $3.99 (whoo hoo!! Sorry, i'm still rejoicing at my find). It smells musty, you know, that thrift store smell? How do I get rid of that without getting the jacket dry cleaned (there's nowhere around here that dry clea...

I'm so excited! We have tentative dates to leave Ellsworth!!! Dave's going to be back from Greenland mid-August, we'll leave Ellsworth a couple of days later (after we clear housing), drive to Indiana for a couple of weeks leave and then fly to England the first week of September! My Mum is going to be sooo excited, she hasn't seen us in....well, 9 years by that time. I can start writing all this in my diary now....makes the time we have left to be apart seem so much shorter somehow......

Isn't it funny how certain smells remind you of certain things? When I was pregnant with Davey I had horrible morning sickness....actually it was all day sickness, there really wasn't a time in the first 24 or so weeks that I didn't feel nauseated. Dave had bought me a bottle of 'Giorgio' for Christmas and I wore it all the time when I was first pregnant.....I smelled it today for the first time in ages and about barfed. As soon as the smell hit my nostrils I had a wave of nausea wash o...

Apparently, I'm getting old. I had this fact pointed out to me a couple of weeks ago. Someone made the comment that what i was experiencing was "perfectly normal for a woman your age". Huh? What d'ya mean, "a woman my age"?? I'm only 34....hey, wait a sec, I'm 34!!! I'm in my mid 30's?!!! When did that happen? I've never been the kind of person who let herself be defined by her numerical age. I've never said to myself 'K, Dharma, you can't wear those tight pants anymore, you're 30';...

I'm bored with my red hair. This happens fairly regularly. I'm usually dissatisfied with my hair in some way or other. If it's long, I want it cut. When it's short, I wish it were longer and can't wait for it to grow out. Straight? I want curls. Curly? I long for silky smooth locks. If it's dark, I envy all my blonde headed sisters, and if it's blonde I want to darken it. I've been red pretty much constantly for over 10 years now. I'm naturally a reddish brown color, and I star...

I have a hormonal pree-teen. She's suddenly, literally overnight, turned into a Dr Jekyll, Ms Hyde kind of child. Has sprouted breasts and has to wear a bra, has oily hair and pimples....is prone to swift and unmerciless attitude and mood changes where she throws herself onto the floor, screeching and wailing, throwing her hair around like the end of the world is upon us. Sulks for no apparent reason, and is just plain miserable to be around sometimes. Thinks that she can ...

I got to do something very cool this afternoon.   The EMT's at the circus were part of the team who stopped and helped me after the jeep vs semi wreck I had last year.  They had been on their way back from a classs when they happened upon the scene, and I've always considered myself to be remarkably fortunate to have received their expert attention less than 3 mins after the impact.    I got to thank them.  I got to face them, recovered, walking, living...an...

I took my children to the circus this afternoon.  It was their first circus (my first circus too), and the first time they had seen an elephant up close and personal.  They rode on the elephants, talked to the clowns, admired the camels and horses, oohed and ahhed over the tigers and their act...overall a good time was had by all.  The highlight for me was the look on their faces when an act they found particularly wonderful came on...they literally glowed with happiness.  On...

I'm taking a break from make-up this week. I was thinking yesterday as I was 'putting my face on'...that I was covering myself up with a mask. I use foundation to supposedly even out my skintone and cover up all the little flaws...but those flaws are what make me 'me', dig? I use something that looks akin to a piece of ancient torture equipment to curl my puny little lashes, then I cover them with mascara to lengthen, thicken and color them. They end up looking not so terribly different t...