Sahara Desert experience and sperm donors
Sahara Desert experience and Sperm Donors
This picture may look mundane, but to me, it brings back such feel-good memories of a trip of a lifetime. I know all those people out there in the desert under that full moon. I was there… in The Sahara Desert, spending the night in a tent and the full moon appearing made it freaking perfect.
Memories yes, but feelings as well, and I still have the feels from that experience. Money can’t buy everything and even if it could, you wouldn’t be able to put a price on all my ‘feels’ from that extraordinary trip. There were so many, but it was the friends made that were the special part for me. How is it that we can meet people and only spend a week or two together, but years later I still feel them? It’s a good feeling, like those warm and fuzzy feelings we all know.
Some people never travel anywhere and some, like my mom, had no desire to even do so. I just want to put this out there for my blog today. If you get a chance to travel… take it! Even if you can’t afford it, you will find a way, I did. Oh ya, I paid dearly but I would do it all again, money is just a means to an end. I write that glibly but it is a giant pain in the ass. If my kids are reading this, please send me money : )
As a senior, we don’t have many options and anyway, I spent all my options traveling when I could. We certainly don’t have options when we’re dead, right? The time spent leading up to that should be full of meaningful life experiences don’t you think? I certainly don’t want to be bored to death… a little humour 🙂
As an official ‘old person’ I want to feel useful and I’m still trying to figure out lots of things. Like when is my ‘too old’ going to kick in? Sometimes I get depressed or down on life but it’s usually self-inflicted. Most times this coincides with a gloomy, rainy, and no sunshine day. It happens, go with it then flush it.
We all need something to keep us interested in living, minus that, then I guess we are just lying around waiting to die. I love writing, even though I’m not published anywhere (except my letters to the Editor, which seem to make their appearance in one form or another across Canada) but I have my blog, and thank you for reading : )
I also don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve been many things so far and hopefully, I’ll have a published memoir before my time is up. I’d love to be a consultant for new businesses, I would have a captive, and interested audience, and I have a lot to share. Unfortunately, my kids quit listening to me long ago and are giving ME advice, which I don’t listen to : )
Let’s face it, being an optimist is hard sometimes, climate change and the politics down south of us get the best of me once in a while. Being a woman and witnessing what’s happening in our world is frightening and worth fighting for. Alas, I have no weapons… only my words, and I use them always when called upon or like right now.
I’m addressing something that needs to be said. I started this out with that wonderful memory in the Sahara Desert. I was traveling by myself and with a group of international caterers from the States. I also had a week to myself in Paris… it was a trip I will never forget. I was the token Canadian.
Here goes… women make up half the population of this world. WE are an integral part of life, we give birth to life. Every single life on earth can be traced back to a woman. Why is it that men make laws to rule over us? In my oldness, I have figured out a solution to this dilemma.
Every male on earth should have to have a vasectomy upon manhood. The women of the world shall gather and form tribunals to decide, upon a man’s wish of wanting to start a family, if he is worthy and he must have a mate. If he slips through the system and gets someone pregnant then it is automatic jail time for him and death… okay so that was going a little too far, but you get the picture, right?
Meanwhile, single women wanting to give birth and have children will have the option of artificial insemination. We will pick perfect men (I know there is no such thing, ah well, we can dream right?) for our sperm donors. (I wonder if Tom Selleck is still viable, lol)
And that’s it for me and … you’re welcome : )
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Sept 29th 2024
