Bye, bye, Teddies
In one of my posts about Hurricane Harvey, I mentioned my dilemma about my mum’s collection of Teddies. As a child, she and her siblings had very few toys. One year, when I was an adult, she shared that she had always wanted a Teddy of her own. Growing up poor, my presents to her were usually practical – clothing or money. I had a complicated relationship with my mum because of her strange mental illness (and mine) but I adored her. The Christmas after she told me about her Teddy longing, I bought her the largest Teddy in the box (which was very expensive) and put it in a huge box with lots of tissue paper. The look of delight on her face when she found the Teddy was priceless.
From then on, Teddy (my husband) and I would buy her Teddies at any opportunity and she loved every one of them. They were perfectly arranged on her immaculate lacy white bed every day. As she was approaching her death, she asked me not to give her Teddies away. My husband and I teased her relentlessly with various nefarious scenarios. Our favorite was that we would put them all in a little boat, set fire to them Viking style and send them off into the North Sea. She would be torn between laughter and tears. Anyway, my mum died suddenly at age 69 in 2002 and those dang Teddies have followed us to Africa and America. Our three Egyptian cats became very allergic to the heavy allergens in Houston (tree pollen, mold and other stuff) so the Teddies had to go into the attic.
After Hurricane Harvey hit us, I realized that this was the time to let the Teddies go. I sprayed them with anti-allergy formula and gently wiped them with anti-bacterial cloths. Then I lined the boxes with tissue paper and took them to the nearest evacuation center a few miles from my home. I knew that charities rarely accept soft toys because they may have bacteria on them but I ‘persuaded’ the volunteer that these were obviously never played with, many still had their tickets on them. For some reason, I felt happier that they were going to the Catholic Church. Surely they would treat them with reverence? To my surprise I was tearful as I left the Teddies – one last link to my mum. I am usually more pragmatic but this has been a very hard two weeks on me mentally.
Volunteering has allowed me to feel less impotent. I held the hand of a colleague who had lost everything and told him I would pray to Saint Jude. Heavens knows that we will need some prayer, magic and good will to get through the next few weeks. Please let our country stop thinking of how much this will cost and just do it. I studied economics at college and realized long ago that we could function perfectly well without money, stocks or shares. The Netherlands had a crazy period when the country was very rich when Tulips became of a form of currency. Yes, really!! If we chose to, we could share our wealth more fairly. Tears welled up when I saw a man on CNN give up the last generator that he was ready to buy to the lady behind him who needed it for her father on oxygen. I hope that the modern miracle of weather forecasting and social media allows for many lives to be saved during Hurricane Irma and then Jose. The 1900 Hurricane that hit Galveston killed more than 8,000 people. Be safe and kind. I light a virtual candle for us all.🕯️
I am plagued with migraines just now so please forgive me for not responding quickly to comments and follows.
I know that many of my followers also know Terry at Spearfruit. I sensed yesterday afternoon that he had passed and looked at his blog. Jodi had posted that Terry passed peacefully in the RV with Gary by his side on September 1st 2017. May he rest in peace. My heart goes out to Gary and all Terry’s family. We have lost a brave, funny and wonderful friend. This is the link to Jodi’s comment and Jodi’s blog. Just scroll down the comments.
New flannel sheets!
My husband used to travel much more frequently than he does now but he recently went to Austin for a conference. By happenstance, the new flannel sheets had arrived; they not only look lovely but feel amazing. Why flannel sheets in the subtropics, you ask? Teddy was a
Princess Prince in another life and I discovered decades ago that he could really feel a pea under 20 mattresses. The bed has to be soft and comfortable, yet perfectly made. My mum knew how to look after him with perfectly ironed sheets and underwear…
SO FLUFFY I COULD DIE!!!
In the back of my disturbed head, I have a secret fear that he will leave home and live in a hotel if I don’t provide a clean, freshly made bed on his return. Teddy hates hotels so the fear is not based on truth but more of my own distaste of returning to an imperfect bed after staying in hotels (which I love).
Wine and soap
On the dresser you can see a bottle of Pinot Noir and some handmade soap that were my gift for his birthday. Shortly after I moved to the USA, I started a new anti-depressant that made me ‘high’ and I was finally able to make soaps (a long held desire). I am so good at it that friends asked me to sell them. There were a couple of orders for baby shower favors which made me gasp with horror. Not only did they know the sex of the baby but they had chosen a name! In the UK we only gave gifts after the birth just in case the baby did not survive. How do you know if she is going to be Apple or Peaches or Trixiebelle until you see her adorable little face? Eventually I had to come off the euphoric medication and realized I am allergic to the soap fragrances (even the best quality). Now I just make them on special occasions and never use them myself as I have a prescription Sulphur wash.
So what is the point of this blog? I love my husband so I make him comfortable and that is one of the secrets to a long marriage. I make him soaps even though I get a headache and I can’t drink red wine but buy him his favorite. That said, Teddy is currently in the wilds of Utah, Idaho or Montana – I don’t monitor his movements. When he comes back, he will have another fresh bed but he is going on a diet because his shirts are tight… Guess who is going to eat all the meat and booze that he can in Brokeback country???
When my husband, Teddy, sent me an email from Oklahoma with a photo of a handwritten note, I thought, ‘here we go, he has been pretending to be Sean Connery again’. The lovely server had asked him about his rings. He has a large silver and turquoise ring and a Celtic gold one. No doubt he had a few refreshments by then but showed her my photograph, explained that I was part native and that we were married for 35 years.
The silver ring was just a lucky gift when we were browsing a shop selling Native American goods in Rice Village, Houston. Some very rich guy had ordered a custom made silver and turquoise for his larger than average fingers. After trying it one, he decided he wanted something even more ostentatious. The original ring was being sold cheap until another werewolf popped in. Teddy’s has big hands but also large knuckles from arthritis that started in his 30’s. (Rather suspiciously he is growing werewolf hair on his shoulders…)
The gold ring was his 40th birthday present from me. By that stage he had two wedding rings because of the increasing knuckle size. I took those plus some of his granny’s rings to a goldsmith and chose a Celtic interwoven pattern from a book of sketches. He loved it! As time went by the knuckles became more inflamed and it didn’t fit again. About two years ago we took a chance with a local jeweler who increased it by expanding the pattern with more gold. It was fantastic!
We were not fortunate enough to spawn although we always wondered about creating some crazy mutant werewolf…🐺 He is still in Oklahoma for Father’s Day but there was a card in his suitcase signed by Toffee, our cat, Katniss and her new kitten (that’s another story), the armadillos, the possums, the skunks, the raccoons and cicadas. Teddy has been a fabulous Daddy to all our pussycats and clearly he would have made a lovely grandfather…
Love Nana Bunny
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!
He had a six pack…
My lovely husband is 59 39 today… The handsome blondish guy above is a photo of him in Norway when he was really younger than 39. What a looker! He deserves to be spoiled on his birthday for so many reasons but #1 is that he loved his nutty mother in law. We came as a package, as I was her long distance caretaker. Her mental illness made her behave very strangely at times. She would beg us to visit but then be overwhelmed by day 2 or 3. To illustrate this she would take all the sofa cushions off, leaving us to sit on the hard base. It drove my aunt and me to distraction but Teddy just put them back on the sofa and pretended nothing had happened. When she was well, she was absolutely hilarious, full of fun and laughing at both ends. I have inherited that charming and yet unique trait, along with her looks, her mental illness and a good sense of humor (just as well, really…)
I love Teddy for the following reasons –
- He loves me (Bunny) despite the mental illness, dodgy hoo-ha and lack of estrogen
- He makes me laugh; really laugh. We were a great double act at the bank last weekend. Teddy has a stronger Scottish accent than me and the teller was having some difficulty with the glass and his lack of enunciation so I kept translating. I told the bank teller that I was a translator for the mentally disabled. She fell about laughing.
- He goes to work to provide for me (mostly healthcare but I like to eat sometimes) and he always has. At least I am a skinflint…
- He smells amazing. Teddy has a penchant for expensive scent and our current favorite is Luna Rossa. His natural body smell is lovely too and the late Mrs. Stripe used to suck his used underwear (like a Tom Jones fan). I don’t go quite that far but I do like a whiff of male sweat.
- There is always some lady with a crush on him but he seems to prefer blonde with a touch of crazy.
- He loves cats (perhaps that should have been #1). Our feral cat, Katniss, has decided that she will wait for ‘Dad’ to come home to feed her. Ungrateful little slut!
- He cries when he watches soppy movies like Despicable Me and insists that we buy the first soft toy that we handled in case it feels neglected (WTF?). He bought my mum teddies from all over the world including the cutest little Harrods teddy with an Aran sweater. I still have the damn things in the attic because she made me swear never to get rid of them. In case you are reading this, Mum, they are all happy together with enough room to breathe…
- When he is drunk, he writes me beautiful little love notes that I keep in my lingerie drawer. The term ‘lingerie’ is pushing it.
- He loves me despite my unsexy, holey knickers…
- He thinks I have a great figure but his eyesight isn’t so good.
A tip for older single ladies – date the silver foxes. They will see you through an elderly, rose tinted mist.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEDDY!
Teddy and Bunny in Fredericksburg a few years ago
Source: Hospitality and Humor in Cairo
Click on the link to see my guest post on Mohamad Al Karbi’s blog. I was moved to tears by his post about his Syrian father’s death recently – Home is where the heart is
As many of you know from a previous post Vajazzling, I have had medical treatment for a condition called vaginal atrophy. I suppose you could think of it as female sexual dysfunction – painful sex being one symptom. As you enter into menopause your skin, everywhere, ages, including down there… One of the ways to treat this is with estrogen cream applied to the area but it gives me an upset tummy. A couple of years ago I underwent privately paid laser treatment named rather ludicrously Mona Lisa Touch. It did help but was unable to treat the outer tissues which are just as fragile. I must be one of very few people that asked their boss if they could wear a skirt because pants are too uncomfortable.
It was obvious to me that I needed a second treatment and started researching. I discovered a gynecologist in my area offering a new treatment called THERMIva (if you click on the red link it takes you to a randomly chosen website offering the service). Instead of a laser this treatment uses radio frequency to heat and rejuvenate the tissues in much the same way as Ultherapy works on your face. I was assured that there was no downtime and clients had gone straight home to have sex with their husbands. It was a little uncomfortable for me but I was full of hope.
Essentially it is like having sex with a medical device and my body reacted the same way that it always does. The nest of bacteria that lives down there immediately reacted and I knew within hours that I had a urinary tract infection. I have low dose antibiotics to use immediately after sex and I took a double dose. I managed to kill it but was still in discomfort because a yeast infection had decided to join the party. Two Diflucan tablets later and it finally subsided somewhat.
Teddy and Bunny’s love life has been in decline recently for endless reasons. The funniest was when my husband asked me to look at his bottom. Since I had already given him a yeast infection that’s what I assumed it was. Brief segue to Teddy trying to explain to the pharmacist that the cream for vaginal use ONLY was for him – how I laughed! Back to his bottom – I knew immediately that it was ringworm which the doctor confirmed. Yes, I too wondered WTF? He probably got it when he was doing yard work. There are certainly enough critters visiting for that to be a possibility. Bunny wouldn’t let Teddy come anywhere near him since ringworm is contagious – great vacation in Puerto Vallarta!
Anyway, back to this Valentine’s weekend. Enough alcohol had been imbibed for Bunny to be brave enough to test out her newly refurbished hoo-ha. I felt a bit like a virgin but still had a fun time. My body reacted like it normally does so I rushed to get the antibiotics but I think I might have skipped an infection. Yay! I have an appointment with my doctor this week to check things out. When I was 19, I never thought life would be this complicated. The doctor asked me if I would consider helping to write a research paper about how THERMIva can help woman who can neither have laser or hormone treatment after cancer treatment. She quite rightly pointed out that this is a hidden problem that few woman talk about and that the THERMIva can help with bladder dysfunction also.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY and its TMI Tuesday!