My Muse

While in Corfu, I found my muse at Achilles palace where there was the garden of the nine muses. Since that trip I can truly say things have been in sync.

Recently I've begun to see a very nice man. He of course would blush at this glowing review of what is still a newly formed, young, early stages relationship. And to protect the innocent, I'll hold out on his name just yet. But those of you who have known me, and followed my affairs of the heart, or lack there of, will understand this need to gloat. Let's review the highlights:

1. He has legs
2. He has integrated into society, has a job, a home, probably pays taxes
3. As far as I can tell, he's not in the witness protection program
4. is my age
5. And I actually enjoy spending time with him, as opposed to wanting to dodge his phone calls
6. My sister keeps asking me what I found wrong with him, and I can truly say, "nothing"

and although I'm making light of it, actually, I'm quite smitten. One big thing, he too grew up in Long Island, which means I'm not constantly apologizing or explaining everything that comes out of my mouth. As as we know, some pretty shocking stuff comes out of my mouth.

Well, I thank my muse for guiding me into what has possibilities of being a very nice man to have in my life. I'll keep you all posted. In the meantime, I'll be busy for a little bit, distracted, and yes.. throwing aside family and friends for my new boyfriend. Don't' worry, life will take over and I'll be back. Hopefully, not alone.

A bit xrated, but too good to resist

So, I went the doctor today, nothing big, basic yearly stuff. The nurse practictioner saw me, and I had to have a pelvic. For those men who read my blog, in case you don't know that's the lovely exam where we lay on our backs and count the ceiling tiles while our medical professional poke around "down there".

Well, there I was, the usual... "you'll feel a little poke"...."okay, almost there...." then this nurse practitioner let's out a squeel with all the excitement of a kindergarten teacher praising her students "WOW, YOU LOOK GREEEEEAT!"

She continues her excited tone, telling me that given the fact that I'm in menopause, and for how long, I look great down there... she then starts to describe what she sees that's so great, IN DETAIL. And again, the enthusiam made it all the more surreal.

So, there I'm am. Starring at the ceiling, listing to this woman praise my vagina. And all I'm thinking is 'okay, I have this 25 year old vagina, now if my boobs and face could catch up, I'm in business.'

Next week I have my colonoscopy. I can't wait o find out how old my colon is. I'll keep you posted.