Take Heart Oh Ye Of Thunder Thighs

Did you hear the news? Having Thunder Thighs may be good for your health.

“In a study released Thursday, men and women whose thighs measured less than about 24 inches in circumference were found to have an increased risk for both heart disease and death, Dr. Berit Heitmann of Copenhagen University Hospital and colleagues reported online in the British Medical Journal.

"Smaller thighs are a disadvantage to health and survival for both sexes," the researchers said.”

Hey, I don’t make the news, I just tell you about it.

I amused myself thinking of my own thighs and all of the smart quips I could make to my skinny friends. Or to my fat friends with skinny thighs.

Almost as entertaining to consider is that I looked up Thunder Thighs on Wikipedia to get an actual definition. It was listed as a musical group! I could speculate on what their top five songs might be…or maybe you can leave ideas in my comments.

The actual definition and sample sentences are hilariously funny.

“A pejorative term for a person with large thighs, alluding to the sound of thighs hitting against each other.

Person 1: Whoa, check out thunder thighs over there. EARTHQUAKE!
Person 2: Actually, I think thunder thighs and wide hips are kinda hot.

An extremely overweight individual who cannot walk without their thighs making a thundering clap. “

Oh, the wonduh of the thunduh!

Clap On Sistuhs !

P.S. If any of you read this earlier, I did change the photo. Though it was accompanying one of teh articles about it, I felt it looked too much like I was laughing at someone. I do not want to ever come across that way. So now you get the pic of the girl who barely even has thighs, pinching her fat that is not there.)

Where Am I?

A bloggy friend of mine recently posted a "where am I" post on on her site. She showed pictures of where she was with her husband including one with a huge stuffed horse in the window above a shop. The horse was entertaining, but the shop proved the be the real clue. I simply enlarged the picture so I could read their shop name then used the invaluable Mr. Google. I knew right where she was within seconds.

The past few months I have not been myself. This is humbling to admit. I'd rather be Mrs. Dependable-I-Don't-Need-You-But-Am-Here-To-Help-YOU. These days I am always tired and often sad. Well, maybe not sad. Maybe wistful. Maybe discouraged. Yes, maybe sad.Mostly tired. As my grandma puts it "my get up and go got up and left". I do not know if I am sad because I am tired or tired because I am sad. Am I low in iron? Is it my adrenal gland thing? Am I depressed? I just don't know. I have so many wonderful things to be thankful for, to rejoice in. On bright days I pull myself out and am thankful to see "me". I am so blessed. I don't want to be a whiner. Maybe this is all part of my testimony for "But I Had A Tiara"? All about expectations and the fact that they never play out how you think they will...

Now, many of you don't know me personally so I will tell you that I am normally energetic, joyful, willing to do hard things, want to be with people, adventurous and all sorts of other things that right now, I am not. So where am I?

If I post a bunch of pictures of myself, can you enlarge me, run it by Mr. Google and tell me where I am?

Don't Shine Red

Oregon is known for it's lush forests and for having lots of greenery, scenic hiking trails and other outdoorsy stuff. Oregon=Rain. Rain is practically synonymous with Oregon. There are all of the jokes about Oregonians having webbed feet and rusting rather than tanning. We understand rain and wet. We know how to handle it, to cope with it throughout most of the seasons. We don't do well with sun.

We have had a wet winter. We had unseasonably cold weather in April, even snow - which is not at all common for us. In fact, I have lived here all of my life and I don't ever remember an April snow. Now, suddenly, we find ourselves in a heat wave. We had a couple days over 90 degrees in the middle of May! Also uncommon. Wasn't it just snowing a few weeks ago?

There is something about us, apparently, that makes us not quite believe it really is sun. We probably assume there is always enough cloud cover to protect us. Or maybe we believe that, because of all of the rain, and the many days of dashing from protected buildings and diving into our cars, touting around umbrellas (or forgetting them), tolerating wet or frizzy hair, mud and puddles wherever we go and the cooooonstaaaaant drizzle, somehow it is owed to us to not have any worries associated with sun? Maybe we use sunscreen so rarely that we let it expire and it loses it's effectiveness?

Why else would there be SO MANY sunburned Oregonians already, when we have only had 4 days of sunshine? Everywhere I look, there are burned shoulders, chests and faces. Maybe we just want to be able to prove we got some sun.

Rise and shine Oregon. The sun has. Just don't shine red.

(Oh, and I may as well tell you that my husband has had skin cancer multiple times. Don't be fooled by this tricky Oregon sun. Lather sunscreen on.)