Saturday, February 28, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
My Kinda Bathroom
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tampons
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Sunday Favorites: The Robe
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Sunday Favorites
New to A Lady Reveals Nothing? You've missed SO MUCH. Not to worry. Every Sunday, I dig through the archives to repost an old favorite. Mostly because I'm too lazy to come up with new content every single day. Enjoy! This story originally appeared November 6, 2008:
This embarrassing story just popped into my head today:
When I was in high school I worked at the local chiropractor's office as a massage therapist. I had some really nice clients from Indiana who had a cabin in Canada. The woman had severe fibromyalgia and came to see me for two-hour sessions a couple of times per week. Her husband also came in for ear candling appointments. They were so cool and I loved them. Great clients.
Anyway, the woman asked me if I would please get a robe for the massage room in case she ever needed to use the restroom and didn't want to completely get dressed. She could just throw the robe on and walk over to the restroom. So, I went to K Mart and purchased something similar to this:
Why in the heck did I buy that thing? It goes over the head, is unflattering, and is not a robe at all. One would find it easier to get dressed in their clothes than to try to wrestle this ugly thing on. Every time I think of this story I get incredibly embarrassed. And I think of it often.
If I only had a time machine...
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Peg Leg Pigeon
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deep thoughts,
gross,
New Orleans
If you ever see a pigeon in a big city -- take a look at its' feet. Certainly in New Orleans, a great big giant percentage of the birds are missing a foot:
We figured it was because they get in fights with each other, during which they peck their opponents' feet off. Not too shabby a theory...Well here is an interesting article and I'm sorry about the swear words. I couldn't find a PG version. This person claims there are three reasons:
- Predators
- Human hair
- Standing in their own poop
Who the heck knows? It's kinda cute, don't you think?
Wouldn't it be even cuter if it had had a little eye patch on and a tiny parrot on its' shoulder?
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Apostle Island Ice Caves
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family,
life up North,
Photo Special
Last year I forced my brother and his wife to take my cousin Ross and me to the Apostle Island ice caves up in northern Wisconsin. The conditions are very rare for Lake Superior to freeze solid enough so that you can hike out to these caves in the winter. Typically people kayak to them in the summertime.
Well in 2014 for the first time in five years the National Park service opened them up to the public. It was about a three-mile hike round trip, and worth every minute.
Left to right: Ross, me, Pete, Tanya |
Clockwise from left: Pete, Ross, Tanya, me |
In hindsight this was probably a bad idea |
This too |
"Promise me anything, but...GIVE ME A HAMM'S" (remind me to tell you about this sweatshirt) |
In hindsight this was probably a very very bad idea. |
Monday, February 2, 2015
Showshoeing
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life up North,
Photo Special
Have you checked out this amazing snow shoe art by Simon Beck? It's truly mind boggling.
If you don't mind those stupid buzzfeed style "articles", check out this asinine write up here, but you can also google him or follow his Facebook page, where you can see videos of him in action.
It's so cool. So so so so so so so cool.
Of course I had to try this when I was up north at my parents' house last year, but Hank kept screwing me up. Let's be honest. Hank didn't screw me up.
I bore easily.
If you don't mind those stupid buzzfeed style "articles", check out this asinine write up here, but you can also google him or follow his Facebook page, where you can see videos of him in action.
It's so cool. So so so so so so so cool.
Of course I had to try this when I was up north at my parents' house last year, but Hank kept screwing me up. Let's be honest. Hank didn't screw me up.
I bore easily.
Just look at Hank. Screwing me up. |
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