Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Pondering my (pierced) navel

I've been doing a fair bit of thinking lately (which is not totally unusual for me at all) and my mind has wandered to couples living together. Years ago, when I was a teenager, I remember listening to adult conversations (both in real life and on tv and in movies) and how the women would always complain about how the man never put the toilet seat down. I sat on this (pun unintentional I swear), and thought about it for awhile. And I still think about it from time to time (as I have done recently). And the conclusion I've come to??

I'm not one of those women. Every time I think about it, I come back to the same thing....
Are you fucking serious??? This is minor. This is less than minor. And I always think: "why don't you put the seat up?" I mean, you never hear a man complaining to his mates over a beer about this do you?

Man 1: Mate, you know how's there's things that piss ya off about Debbie?
Man 2: Yeah... (takes a swig of beer)
Man 1: Well Carol...(sigh) she never puts the toilet seat up after she's finished! (takes a swig of beer)
Man 2: Oh yeah, Debbie doesn't either, wish she'd learn...hmmpf

Yeah right! But seriously, if this is all these women have to complain about, then I think they should think themselves lucky. I don't know, I just think this is stupid. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't mean anything that he doesn't put the seat down when he's finished. And he has just as much of a right to complain about you leaving it down after you're finished. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I say.


On a slightly different note, I've been smiling a fair bit lately, and this morning was no exception. I was at the Chiropractor's and as he was manipulating my muscles and sore joints he said "Now you'll let me know if I'm pushing too hard and hurting you, won't you?" I smiled (inside my head) and managed to say (without giggling) "Well, what with all the piercings and tattoo's*, I can't really complain can I?" While thinking to myself "You've got no idea what pain does to me!"

* My nose and ear piercings can easily be seen, so no explanation needed there. As for my navel and nipple piercings, well it's standard procedure to have x-rays done on your first visit. Coincidentally, this was also the first time since having my nipples pierced that I had to consider that they might be a problem. So what did Lucy do? Just before changing into the robe they make you wear I shyly (and quietly) said "I um..have my nipples pierced and can't take the rings out, is that going to be a problem?" Turns out no, and the same with the navel piercing. Mind you, they take the x-ray's and they're loaded onto the computer system immediately and shown to me. Imagine my shock (and embarrassment) at looking at my back x-ray and being able to see both my nipple rings and my cute navel ring. (Yeah, go on, laugh about it. I know you want to. It was only a couple of weeks ago, but I smile and laugh about now).


  1. I'm so with you on the complaining about stupid sh*t. I try very hard not to make a big deal about the little silly stuff. And you know what? My sweet man gives me the same courtesy. He actually said to me yesterday, when I was feeling bad about not being tidy enough, "I can't fault you for a fault I have myself." *sigh* We are so made for each other. I think your Daddy is a lucky man to have a girl who thinks about such matters. I think there are a lot of women who just piss and moan without giving thought to the damage it does to their relationships.

  2. You know Coy, I was a bit worried about saying that I think it's stupid, mainly because I thought there was bound to be a woman out there that was going to read it, that was one of those women. And then I thought, "No, stuff it. I'll write what I want and say what I think. If they don't like it, then they can leave." And I'm glad I did. I'm just being honest; I'm just being me.

    And it's nice to see someone who agrees with me (and is kind enough to leave a comment and tell me - thank you). It's little things like that, that really aren't worth the hassle (or the rise in blood pressure). I mean sure, there's little things that He does that bug me (like not rinsing a mug out after a cuppa), but I don't bother Him with it. After all, it doesn't matter does it? And ultimately, I just go and rinse it myself. Hey Presto, problem solved. I really think it is as simple as that. (And I might add too, that it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. Now I have the attitude of "Meh. Whatever." And it works.

    And as for Him being lucky to have...well it's a two-way street. Totally agree with your last sentence.

  3. I just dont put it up problem solved!

    You should get and post the x-ray!

  4. I second the suggestion that you post that x-ray!

    And, as Master had decided I'm getting my clit hood pierced soon, I'm now worndering if I'll have a similar story for you at some point! Agh! :P


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