Tittyology

Cool Bras for the Cancer Cause!

I just got this from a friend of mine, Sara. (She's the gal who gave me all the tips for the hospital stay...made everything so mch easier - not to mention that it allows for some feeling of control.) Get your copy on the right, there.

These bras are AMAZING!!! Wow!

Here's her email:

Subject: Interesting Project by the Quilters of South
Carolina

OH MY GOODNESS. What these quilters from South
Carolina have done with
bras!! It is amazing of the creativity and hilarious
too:
http://www.quilters ofsc.org/ artfullbras/ artfullbras. htm

"Gets on my tits!"

By now, something like that - on this blog - shouldn't be a shocker.

I was a bit blown back when I first heard this expression. (And I first heard it thanks to the illustrious blog designer extraordinaire, the Blog Angel herself, Claire Raikes www.businessblogangel.com - and just fyi, she is a TypePad specialist!)

I had hired her to help me with the banners for Soul First Living and Tittyology...and to unkink some problems I was having here on Tittyology - which she did with flying colors. (She makes it soooo easy. She taught me a lot, too...and she's a neato bandito person to work with.)

Anyway, we got into a discussion about the use of the word "titty" because of the title (or tittle - hee hee) of this very blog.

I explained that I had, in fact, gotten a lot of grief and heat over the name, and that - no, this word is NOT considered proper or polite...but I just couldn't bring myself to change it - at least not yet. (I'm open to ideas...still not sure if I want to change it. Thought about "From Cancer to Confidence"...that's simply not as fun as Tittyology.)

She then asked me if I've ever heard this phrase, "Gets on my tits." (I never had.)

It means, "Gets on my nerves" - as in "gets on my last nerve".

Fabulous phrase. Makes me giggle.

Even if you're like me and have lost one or both or parts of your boobs thanks to cancer, you can still use this phrase with great aplomb...maybe even moreso.

As in, "Cancer really gets on my tits!" --- And a truer statement will never have been spoken!

Twitter Tempted Me...

I must confess that last night, when I was adding Twitter to Tittyology, the urge to drop the "W" almost got the better of me. Go ahead, drop the "w" and see if it's not a perfect match for this site. Made me giggle. Gotta get your laughs where you can!

Figured I'd get in trouble for changing Twitter's name to T*itter.

More hooters

I saw this t-shirt hanging outside a shop in Juneau. Loved it...but not enough to buy the t-shirt.

Still, I thought it was worth sharing.

Got to laugh ladies!

(I LOVE that I now have hooters of which to speak...not thrilled with how I got them, but hey, I've got 'em now!!)

B.S. is new to me

I'm talking about BOOB SWEAT. (B.S. for short.)

Okay, those of you BBB gals (Born with Big Boobs)... this will come as no surprise to you. In fact, I dare say you probably barely even think about BS.

For me, however, this was a completely new sensation...and while this was odd, it was still welcome...any sensation around the boob area is welcome.

The first time it happened was at the Farmer's Market. It was a particularly humid Saturday morning. I'm walking toward my hubby and mom when I felt it. The trickle of sweat raced between the new tataz, like water on a slide. It was rather disconcerting.

What's one supposed to do? I'd think that rubbing across the boobs to blot sweat would be akin to scratching one's crotch. If not that bad, then fondling one's breasts in this manner is probably, in the very least, not very ladylike.

At this point, it didn't matter if it was rude to try to eliminate the BS, because I couldn't get to it anyway. I tried to casually press my tighter than tight bra against my skin, but to no avail. (I tried to accomplish this feat in an "oh so nonchalant" manner.) I wasn't successful in being nonchalant or in eliminating the pesky sweat. The reason -  you could bounce a quarter off this bra - it's that tight. It wasn't budging...not even slightly so I could blot some sweat.

It felt like that trickle was just a prelude for the waterfall that was to come. I could feel it building up in the canyon between the new boobs.

The next time it happened I was in New York City, and as they'd say here in New England, "It was wicked hot." - Or at least wicked humid.

I was walking to have lunch with a friend when it happened again. This time I didn't care about being polite or who was watching. I took some napkins and stuffed them down in the crevasse between my boobs. Ahhhh...relief.

I was never one to stuff my bra before (okay, I wore padded bras)...but I had never stuffed a bra until now - when I didn't need it.

This issue with BS got me to thinking about those scenes in movies where either the woman is putting money in her bra for safe keeping or she's pulling a hankie out from her bra area to hand to someone.

Now, I know the real reason they kept money and hankies in their bras!! --- To keep BS at bay.

The Bees' Knees

This story below made me think about the fact that when I'm 80, I'll still have perky boobs...I keep trying to visualize what that'll look like against everything else. Hmmmm...

All else will have gone south and my boobs will probably be standing at attention...might be a lazy version of attention, but attention nonetheless...That's why I'd be smiling like the gal in the picture!

This is from Butler Webs. Fun site. There web address is at the bottom. Enjoy the story!

Aging Mildred was a 93-year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband, Earl. She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death.

Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out Earl's old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart, since it was so badly broken in the first place.

Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be on a woman. The doctor said, "Your heart would be just below your left breast."

Later that night, Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee.

Submitted by Adiastar00

Click here for more BabyBoomers - Older Folks Humor from ButlerWebs

http://www.butlerwebs.com/jokes/default.htm 

Chick with Nice Knockers

COULDN'T RESIST!!! Wish I'd thought of it!

Note:

Picture pulled from http://www.butlerwebs.com/jokes/chick.htm. The following message accompanied the "chick" entry:

If anyone knows where this originated from, please let us know so we can give proper credit.  It was sent to us in E-mail several years ago and it was just too good not to share with you!

On 9/6/03 we received an E-mail from VB who thinks this may have come from www.Flowgo.com - but we are still unsure of the person who actually created this.