Getting Away with Schmidt

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As in, "long hand writing". (What did you think I meant, you dirty buggar?) ;) There's something magical that happens when the pen hits the paper, that you don't get from typing. (And I'm not the first person to say that.) In fact, it's quite well known. It can do something therapeutic, & cathartic for your mind. So, without further ado, I'm going to go write now. I'll let you know how it turns out. ;)

Sure. I know that title is a little bit crass. But as long as the world has gotten pretty bold about talking about boobies (ie: the popular "I Love Boobies" regalia that has permeated our society in support of breast cancer awareness), I figured it's ok to just go ahead and use the word 'tits'* (a word which has previously not been in my vocabulary). (*But... then again, new motherhood can do strange things to your mind.) As I write this, I am typing with one hand. The other hand I'm using to support my newborn, so I can nurse her... To read more of this story, send me an email , and I'd be happy to send you the rest! Thanks for reading! ;-) For more of my blogs, Click Here!

Ok, I couldn't resist the challenge. What started out as a comment about pissing in the wind, became someone' suggestion that Elton John to a song titled, "Pissing in the wind." So... Here's my rendition, titled: "Goodbye Urine Stream" (in the style of "Goodbye Norma Jean"). "Goodbye Urine stream... Tho' I never knew you at all you had the grace to hold yourself till I could make it in the stall. I got it on the woodwork Sounding like a whisper, into the rain Like feet on a treadmill... and you'll prolly leave a stain. And it seems to me, I might as well be, pissing in the wind. Never knowing where to go to, When the pee sets in. And I would not like to hold you, cause I'm just like a kid, My bladder will give out long before I can pop the toilet lid." Copyright 2012 Savvy Schmidt - All rights reserved. For more blogs, visit Getting Away with Schmidt... In a Blog

... is how one man sums up his experience with a procedure that's not often talked about. Using somewhat colorful details, this man explains the ins-and-outs of a procedure that, for some reason, ends up taking place in out-patient settings (when it REALLY seems like it only belongs in a torture chamber!) I found this somewhat hard-to-read, yet humorously written story on the Best of Craigslist, San Diego. I have to admit after reading this, my heart goes out to him, (and any other guy going through (or planning to) go through it). But, although I winced all the way through it, I found his work to be humorous, and witty. I tried to track down the original author*, but I had no luck. So, I thought I'd go ahead and share his story here, anyway. (At least I can try to bring a little bit of dignity, (and possibly even encourage a new respect) for the brave souls who've endured (or plan to endure) this procedure. So... blog-readers everywhere, if you've ever wondered...

So... if you happen to be on today, checking out my blog, you might notice some wacky changes being made, before I settle on something. (Don't worry though, I've gotten many of you saying you like the raindrop background, so, I'm not getting rid of that... (for now, anyway). ;-) Thanks for your continued readership! You rock! :-)