This is my favourite Post Secret because despite appearances to the contrary, it’s content is the least startling.
I don’t anticipate having the above post card-writer’s problem because my spouse is one of 7 kids, including three girls. Since he’s a guy spouse gets off the hook a lot easier. I think the postcard author should start checking her area for nice old folk’s communities. 
There is some heavy stuff this week at Post Secret . From a couple about guy’s (sorry) body excretions, to sex offending to g-strings to sex tapes to pubic hair. It seems that Frank loosely focused on body characteristics and functions with a couple strange ones like the one who thinks of what zoo animals taste like when at the zoo (a hunter, perhaps?) tossed in for good measure.
There were actually only two upbeat ones, total–you can visit the site to see all the rest at Post Secret.
Miss Scarlet, Colonel Mustard, Mrs. White
It’s Clue.
Why? First I’m not really a game player, no cards really (unless you count “Uno),” no gambling, maybe a bit of backgammon but no chess. I will play Monopoly, Clue and Scrabble. But both kids liked playing Clue for quite a while–which is the next plus–almost anyone can play. No one likes feeling stupid whilst playing a game. I don’t, anyway. So if I can feel like I have a chance to win once in a while that’s good with me.
Clue for me is easy, enjoyable– “It was Miss Scarlett in the Hallway with the Candlestick,” and I can win sometimes. 
Mr. Green Mrs. Peacock Prof. Plum
Clue
The conclusion I’ve drawn after reading the directives of a number of fashion- advice sources is that pantyhose are ugly and old-fashioned and should only be worn under duress. OK. Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration about the duress part but stay with me. The experts say that pantyhose are out of fashion–even in the working world. A woman is to go bare-legged when she wears both daytime and evening wear. But there is a giant caveat and that is you must not let any blemishes, nicks, discolorations, or scars show when you go bare-legged.
One way to help hide discolourations and other reminders that you are not a department store manikin is to go to a tanning spa and let the orangey goodness of a fake tan serve to cover you up.
That’s great but what about those of us that have a scar or two accumulated from <gasp> being somewhat active in our lifetime? Looking down at my stems I immediately notice the round dime-size scar on my left knee that I acquired when racing my 10-speed bike down a hill on our street–then promptly wiping out upon getting to the bottom and hitting patch of loose gravel. Dad made the choice that I needed no stitches. Looking at it as I sit here I have to think that the scar would be slightly less “offensive” if we’d gotten sewn it up. Also, after years of outdoor activity I have bug bites that turned to scabs and then in the process of shaving had the scabs knocked off too many times and now are permanent. I also bear the scars of a really bad case of poison sumac that I acquired whilst clearing brush at my parent’s home.
Need I go on? My legs show the evidence of a life lived and of my unwillingness to sport orange legs.
The only way I could come close to the criteria of what the fashionistas demand of bare-leggedness is to use a heavy duty cover-stick. Why would I go to that kind of trouble not to mention expense just to measure up to what the current dictators of fashion say I should?
I can’t think of a reason, either.
New this week Post Secrets
I think Frank cheated or something because there were a lot of really great Post Secret’s tonight/this week.
It was truly hard to pick just one so you must, after reading why I picked this one (hopefully appreciating it, too) go visit Frank at the link above to see more.
The bride and groom one grabbed my attention because I actually know someone getting hitched this weekend and I thought oh no! for a second–then checked the date and nope! Not her! LOL! I’m pretty sure it’s a done deal with her and she’s off honeymooning in the woods of Maine. 
Anyway the bride and groom Post Secret postcard is not my very favourite. There was a 4-way tie so I’ll do a couple thumbnails then you can visit Frank’s page and see the whole bunch.
Moving along. The second tied for first place as my favourite Post Secret this week. Drumroll…
Intriguing withdrawal symptoms
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To LOL or not?
OMG this made me LOL
The Disney ones made me laugh–though the tripping on ’shrooms at Disneyland is not all that uncommon for people of a certain age to do at least once. And Goofy probably was looking at this person because obviously intoxicated or high people get tossed out of the parkat Disneyland. Just another reason why I love my Magic Kingdom. <3
I finally have a truly new PostSecret to share! It’s been at least a month since one grabbed me enough to write about.
Here's to you, Mrs.Robinson
First off, The Graduate from which this publicity shot is taken, is a great movie. It thrust Dustin Hoffman into the spotlight and he truly began his ascent to stardom. Anne Bancroft who was superb in this role, will forever be remembered as a very sexy, seductive 40-something, despite the fact that she was only 36 at the time. Back in 1967, when this film was made, a woman over the age of 35 just wasn’t looked at in that way. It was part of an era when woman of this age cohort had one role to play: mom or even grandma! But a desirable woman–and a seductress to boot?! It was unique, to say the least.
I think the sentiment on the card is rather cute. Age barriers have broken down so much, I have to wonder if when the writer of the postcard “grows up” it will be the least bit scandalous for a 20-years-older woman to have an affair with a young guy.
Or maybe it’s the continuous rescue, the superdefense or the moisture surge?
Are they making any difference at all because they are costing me a small fortune?!
About ten years ago I started trying over the counter anti-aging products but a few years in started using Clinique’s anti-aging, puffiness (”puffs”)reducers, dark circles minimizers and fine lines and skin-stresses relievers.
But I’m not happy with Clinique’s refusal to get on board with the reduce the packaging initiative within the 
cosmetics industry. They say it’s a part of their branding image and to give it up would mean giving up a large chunk of their image. But don’t they have confidence in their products? I really like most everything I’ve purchased from them as I have really sensitive skin and one product of theirs in particular is the only one of it’s type that I can use effectively.
C’mon Clinique, get with the program. I don’t care if the packaging of my jar of triple action moisturizer doesn’t look like a Christmas gift! EDIT/ from what I can find on the net, Wikipedia specifically, Clinique is said to currently be “changing” their packaging. I have a bunch of it and only one looks a bit lighter. What they seem to be doing is as they introduce new products they are already in the “changed” packaging. Hmm.
Last pics of Maple Lake for a while, I promise.
My bedroom is an addition at the back of the cottage so not primo viewing but not poor, either.
View from my bedroom window, Maple Lake, Ontario, 2008.
It’s extra good because my bedroom view at the condo is shite–parking lot, a patch of grass, paved street, and expensive townhomes across the street.
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It’s been raining all frelling day today and I am bummed. I’m not looking forward at all to the 700-mile drive home to IL–alone on Sunday–nor to packing tomorrow. And the three oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies I just ate did not help. At all.
Tonite’s sunset:
By my parents not at all really because I was an extremely well-behaved child–a parentified child actually.
My mother, when I was younger hit me upside the head–which I did not like at all. She yelled a lot. In my teens though–nothing except one time when I really disappointed my folks and my dad was disgusted with me. That got to me. But it wasn’t a traditional punishment.
If anything I was “punished” by being ignored.
Now, I did have an evil aunt whom I was left in the care of for months in the summers–and she inflicted lots of psychic damage but that’s a different story and I can’t risk going into it on the Internet.
This is my favourite Post Secret this week because it made me break out laughing.
Why? Because I can totally relate to attributing human qualities to my dog. Dogs are so tuned in to their people that they often take on certain attributes of them.
It’s so hard to say exactly what a dog is thinking. I’m told they think in pictures. I know they are great observers of their people and sometimes I too wonder if my dog is trying to convey somthing to me and I’m just too thick to understand!
Siblings, in-laws or close friends might be the source of a current drama that begs for your involvement. However, if the circumstances are peripheral to you, it may be best to keep them that way. Your worry over something that doesn’t directly concern you could be motivated by your own unresolved issues. It’s best not to complicate the situation by adding your stuff to it. Establish a clear boundary and stick to it. Rick Levine Sunday, July 27, 2008
Without going into detail that will get me pilloried, I’m in an extended family that shares a large piece of lakeside property. Other than summertime, I have no contact with them–but in summer, no choice.
Ten years ago my cousin, who I swear must have been dropped on his head as a baby, attempted to beat up my dad who was in his sixties at the time. My cousin brought a small angry mob w/him and the police were called to diffuse the situation. What made matters worse is that my dad’s sister egged on the obviously drunk “mob.”
The rift between the three families has only grown wider as the years have passed. I was in no way involved in the situation which took place at the lake–I was up here but had gone with my spouse and younger son for ice cream. What made matters worse was that the nut-job cousin had a gun, too. So when we arrived home unknowing there was that element, too<eyeroll>.
I live far from here and don’t get up anywhere near as often as I’d like. Nut-job cousin lives pretty close as does the rest of the extended family so they can easily come up for the weekend or even just a day.
They were here this weekend and as is their habit drank themselves silly and got very loud and obnoxious over their bonfire. I remained in my cottage, probably about 150 feet from them. I turned up the new local radio station and even danced around, enjoying a Baileys and iced coffee. As the night wore on the temperatures dropped and I began closing the many windows in my cottage including the ancient, noisy, cumbersome ones in the screened-in porch, which was the closet point to the party.
Nut Job had to say something directed at me. hahaha.
I decided to have another Baileys and before I knew it I was telling them that they were “not nice” and that I dared them to come over and face me directly. I think the word coward was in there as well. They were so drunk and loud, with music playing and motorboats on the lake that they probably didn’t even hear me let alone make out what I was saying. Just the same, it felt good to holler out the feelings of frustration that this family has provoked. I could have done much worse and I’m glad that I didn’t allow them to fully pull me in.
