The Damaged

I hear it all the time, women going around and boasting about how they have just had a tummy tuck or some other type of surgical procedure to make their belly a bit more flat. What is all the fuss anyway. Don’t these women read up on their tummy tuck information before risking their bodies to this type of procedure?

In my opinion, there are so many risks to this type of surgery such as bleeding, scarring, infection and an anesthetic reaction. Besides the risks involved the procedure alone is enough to scare me out of having it, plus, who wants to be laying around for 6 weeks during the recovery time.

However, I see more and more women nowadays getting the tuck because they feel they are fat or have too much excess skin and it’s affecting their self-image. Sure, this procedure is effective in giving your body a flatter appearance, but in my opinion, I’d rather go with less invasive options such as the Tummy tuck jeans.

I heard about these jeans and knew they were perfect for what I was looking for. Many women swear by them. They are actually designed for the middle aged woman too and not for those 20 year old females with their rock hard abs. They have girdle-like fitting which holds in the belly and lifts the bottom. I absolutely love them and they are so comfortable. Absolutely nobody is going to get me on that operating table when I have these jeans instead.

People always say “laughter is the best medicine”, but sometimes, when you feel like doing anything other than laughing, it’s hard to get yourself in to a position to see this.

Recently someone pointed something out to me, and even though it sounded obvious, I had never really given it much thought before.

“It’s like this,” said Big Dave at the pub, “whenever I feel really miserable, I force me self to go out and have a laugh.”

(Let’s get one thing straight, Big Dave isn’t the healthiest man I know, and definately is not in line for locum jobs for doctors; but I have to say that when it comes to forcing himself to do anything – like being happy – he is the man.)

I said, “but how do you force yourself?”

Big Dave looked at me with that absurd expression of his. “Are you deaf?” he said loudly.

I said, “apparently, can you speak a bit more quietly please?”

So Big Dave explained the secrets of healthy living, and I did my best to ignore the fact that these words of wisdom were coming out of an anything-but healthy 22 stone man.

After it, I said, “Is that it?”

He said, “Yep.”

Big Dave went on, explaining in detail how his mother had discovered the gift of laughter years ago, and he had followed suit. The deal was this: whenever he felt sad or annoyed, he made himself go somewhere where he would be forced to laugh. That was his simple cure to depression: get out before the depression could get him.

And I have to say that Big Dave has got a point. Ever since I started going out when I could feel myself start to get miserable, I could nip it in the bud before it could get me too down and I wouldn’t feel much like going out.

It’s happened to me too many times to count. I’ll be sitting there on the bus one minute, off in a dream-world where the UK is hot all year-round and pigeons poop out fresh fifty pound notes, and the next I’ll hear a “Will you please shut-up you little es haych eye tee? If you don’t you’ll get it!”

Then the dream-world vanishes. I look up and see a very angry mother. From the way she’s staring at all us bus-sitter-oners it’s seriously feels like we might all crack and break.

And nobody stands up and speaks, that’s the really messed-up part. The woman will continue to scream at the child and the child will either a) cry or b) scream back. After a while we all become numb to this and it becomes a joke to the passengers. You start to hear “Oh dear, someone’s upset” and “Well, she obviously got out of the wrong side of bed!”

It’s a Comedy show, basically.

Only nothing about this ef you see kay ed up situation is funny. In fact, it’s downright disturbing. And you can literally hear the thoughts move and form and see them materialize right there in front of you. They say things like she should have that child taken away and she’s not fit to be a mother.

They are my thoughts, of course. Don’t be daft, I can’t read anyone else’s.

And it’s a serious problem in society. When do you stand up and say “this is not right!”?

We all have our favourite home pages. For some of us it’s the BBC News. For others it’s Google. But how many of us can say, hand on our heart, that our favourite home-page is an energy-saving one? Indeed, how many of us, when looking through our browsing history, can find any trace of energy-saving web-sites?

Hmm, I think you catch my drift. You can stop going red now, don’t worry, you’re not alone on that (even I have been Read more…

Walking is so under-rated. People are too busy thinking about skin care treatments to marvel at the thing they need to do to get to stores who sell these treatments. Never has there been such a fantastic thing. I mean, it’s ingenious. I imagine the first time anyone (a human being type Neanderthal man, that is) walked it went something like this: (grunts translated for easy reading.)

Man 1: “Ugh, we need to get to that boulder. Over there.”

Man Read more…

I am not a parent or obse but I can understand why a parent would smack a child, just the same as I can understand why some people use weight loss treatments. Children can, after all, be very, very annoying. I can even remember being smacked as an annoying child myself, a memory which by rights shouldn’t be accessible (I can barely remember what I had for dinner yesterday, let alone what happened all those years ago) but is Read more…

I think I must be. I fear that is the only explantion for the horror-story you are about to read. Something worrying happened to me the other day which almost makes me laugh–if I didn’t laugh then I’d cry–

I had been watching a TV show about Newport property, then I was watching a popular TV soap concerning not the West End of London, but another. Unusual for me, but I was getting in to it. Then, the next Read more…

An incredible finale to the 2010 Vancouver games saw Canada deliver the holy grail to the home of hockey: the Winter Olympics gold medal, and after the most thrilling of climaxes I would suggest that the fans deserve the medal nearly as much as the heroes out on the ice.

Team Canada came into the competition more in hope than expectation. Yes, they had the historical triumphs to inspire them and home advantage but many pundits had them down as Read more…

These digital photo frames may no longer be the newest of ideas, but they are still an absolute must-have. Using one of these is a thousand times easier than keeping all your pictures in gimungous albums. And when you have a digital frame on your shelf there is always something interesting to look at in your front room!

They are so easy to use as well. When it comes to transferring your photographs onto the frame, you simply need to Read more…

The Addams family is a classic film. It’s got everything you want, if you’re into that kind of thing: comedy, horror, and enough make-up to sink a regular sized-battle ship.

And then we have The Munsters–A similar kind of thing; and maybe that’d also make a great movie, but is there really room for both? The following post discusses just that, and the debate is set to continue for some time to come, what with the 00s being the Read more…