Amerigo Vespuci

I am whole again.  It is amazing how much better I feel to be a woman in shape in addition to mind and soul.  I can't describe it.  I thought I might feel shallow for doing it.  Or strange for whatever reason.  So many thoughts go through your mind when the doctor tells you you have cancer.  You suffer through so much pain, mental and physical.  You want to pull back from your friends and hide.  I have lost weight, my hair, and my outward beauty.  But now I am healthy, cancer free, back to my playing weight, and I have had my final surgery (I hope).  I am happier than I have ever been in my life.  I have met my soul mate in this terrible process and we plan on marrying in the spring.

For all the kind words on this board I must again say thank you.  For the negatives words - I forgive you, for what its worth.

For those just dying to ask....  small C.  Looks right with my height and the restructure of my breast.

For those of you who may be going through something like I went through, or know someone, take comfort that it will pass and you can get better.  Much better.

Amanda

My recent private message from SCPBcousin2:

hi there! You are such a pretty women and I've noticed how you are outspoken. are you into huge cocks? I've been with a ton of women and they never comment on how the quality of my sex is because they'd arther talk mabout the quantity,lol.. I'm a huge 9 3/4  and very thick. do you like em' huge or quality is what you prefer

So men folk of the board.  The good ones who are decent and understanding, respectful of women.  This is why females do not hang around this board for long and the reason I have been gone for so long.  I am sick of losers like SCPB dropping PMs on me, I warn them, and CBS does nothing. 

I'm 48 and can ball all day long.. love doggie style  and can pound nice and hard

Hello friends,

Just wanted to drop a quick blog entry from Down Under.  This morning I am going fishing near the Great Barrier Reef.  Will let you know if I catch anything big!  I have been to Sidney already, that was nice.  Been to the outback on a jeep tour, that was awesome! Austrailia is really wonderful and a must see in your lifetime.  I fly back Saturday, ugh...the flight is pure hell, though!

Remember to tip your waiters!

AV

Reading Smorgie's lycanthrope blow off technique really made me laugh and I thought about some of the excuses I have used to get guys to stop bothering me in bars.  The run of the mill stuff sure, period, herpes, married, aching to get married, you know the lines guys.  I really haven't come up with too many creative blow-off techniques, certainly no sure fire ones that work no matter what. But I know there are some hard core daters out there on both sides of the blow off who can share their most sure fire weapon or share one that was used on them personally.  One that was so original that you just had to respect her for its creativity and originality.

One to get us started....(not a very good one) .... I was sitting in bar minding my own business when my third hit  of the evening presented himself.  He rather politely said, " Excuse me, I hate to bother you..."   And I interrupted with a curt, "Then don't."  Ouch, that was rude of me but I was not in the mood for passes that evening.  To that polite fellow, sorry about that.

Anyway, I know you can do better than that.

AV

The time is drawing near.  A time so long and far into the future I could not imagine it actually getting here.  But on Friday I head to the plastic surgeon to discuss my reconstructive surgery.  Before my cancer, I was a D-cup.  I have lived most of my life with big breasts and they had become a part of my identity whether I wanted them to or not.  Living without after my cup had runneth over has been an eye opening experience in many ways-both positive and negative.  For a time I felt very inadequate and extremely self concious.  Natural to feel this way after so drastic a change to my health, physical and mental.  But the docs have giving me the go ahead to begin the process of reconstruction.  I am so excited to writing a late if not final chapter in the book of my cancer and look forward to getting on with normalcy. 

But I have a problem, I am not sure what size I want to be for the rest of my life.  I am 37 years old, 5'9" and 122 lbs today.  I am tall, athletic and muscular in build.  I am thinking of something smaller.  Perhaps a full B or smaller C cup.

But everytime I decide, I change my mind again.  So I need some help guys and gals.  Opinions please.  Pros and cons. Go big or small?  Or perhaps follow Baby Bear's advice and find something that is just right.

Thanks,

AV

Dear Trolls,

F.O.A.D. - thank you.

There is something so wonderful about stepping out on the links for the first time each year.  The protracted layoff caused by winter and a little mishap with gravity caused my first round to come on Memorial Day this year instead of early April.  But finally the cast was removed, the ok given by my doctor, a fair golfer himself and certainly one to know the curative powers of spring, so the tee time was booked.  Two long time partners and a new one were on tap for this first round and the usual wagers were bandied about.  Playing early with the dew still on the grass, the gnats buzzing, the joints as stiff as possible, our foursome bravely walked to the first tee.  We were stubbornly going to walk our 18 in the muggy morning.  Now this course is not long and not particularly challenging either, so it would serve to be an adequate test after nearly 9 months off.  We are playing partner best score, match play for lunch.  Big stakes!

My first hole was a dogleg left at only 330 yards.  A crisp 3 wood to the dogleg, followed by a pitching wedge deep in the green. A two putt par.  Great start, we are one up.  Look at the geese herding their goslings. So quiet here this morning.

Number two, however, was not so kind.  An ugly pull hook into an unplayable lie.  Stopped the body and swung with my arms.  Made a mess of the easy par five, but salvaged a bogey with a 12 foot putt up the hill.  A push, no blood.  The lavender is in full bloom and it is so wonderful to smell, I don't remember the long walk to the next tee.

A long par four, my first driver.  Whoa! What happened there!  Right down the middle.  A shot into the middle of the green and another boring 2 putt.  90% of putts left short never go in, right? Two up

Number four, a delicate short three par.  I hit the big ball before the little ball (Earth).  A rusty bogey.  We give one back.  The maples are dropping their helicopter seeds in the light breeze, they twirl gently to the ground with the slim hope of finding purchase in some perfect soil the course superintendent doesn't notice.

Another par at five, another putt left short.  The deer acknowledged my effort but were not impressed, back to munching in the adjacent field.  I dislike arrogant herbivores don't you?  Thanks to the poor play of our opponents we are back up two.

Number 6, another par five, played conventionally.  Tee shot into left rough. Iron into right rough.  Deep into the green, but the birdie burned the edge.  Got that one to the hole, at least.  The fish in the pond splashed his good morning as we walked back across the bridge.  The bullfrog gallery gave a smattering of cheers.   No blood again, still up two.

Number seven saw another straight drive.  Maybe I need to be in a cast more often?  Uh oh, caught that one thin.  As in hit it in the mouth about the equator. Over the green, an ugly double bogey from 125 yards.  Maybe I need my head in a cast.  I could be afraid to take a divot with the newly mended arm - but who needs an excuse, not me. Up one again.

A nice par three on eight and nine and we close the front one up.  I shoot +4.  Simple game.

On toward the back nine.  A pulled tee shot. A shut face 7 iron hooked around a tree that runs onto the green.  Par and again we are two up.

A poor tee shot on the par 5 eleventh into the right hand trees.  A chopped out 3-wood with a slice and I am 180 out.  Bear down and make a good swing.  You got this girl.  A solid 5 wood into the heart of the green, a lip out.  We are three up.  I hear some chatter among the men folk. Tune it out and step on their .....

My partner knocks it stiff on twelve and we are four up. A big snapping turtle is sunning himself on the cart path.  He winks at me.  He knows that spring is magical.

My turn, I hit a solid 8 iron to 10 feet and sink my first birdie of the season. We are five up and dormie.  I love saying "We are dormie."  Has a nice ring to it.  More lavender, simply enchanting. The wind even blows the gnats away.

We push fourteen for a 5 and 4 victory.  The lambs to the wolf.  I know where we are going for lunch.  I got pretty tired over the last five holes and bogeyed 4 of 5 for a 79  and +7.  Not a great round, something to build on.  But it was oh so special in so many ways.  My first round of the season.  My first round after a broken arm.  My first round after breast cancer.  My first round with my new special friend.  Most of all it cured my spirit of a longing to be out there in the green grass among the flora and fauna.  I think I smelled every flower along the way. Heard every sound.  And I did not say a single bad word all day!  Though that bladed shot on seven tested my willpower.

I think it was Bobby Jones who said, " Take the time to smell the flowers on the course of life, because you only get one round."

I agree.  Today will be memorable for me.

This blog is in honor of our brave servicemen and women...I hope you played this round in your minds as you read it and it helps you through your day until you can tee it up in the future.

AV