Cure For Grey Hair
Saturday, August 21st, 2010 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
While I’ve been moody and cranky while on these damn hormone replacement pills, there is a positive. The growth of grey hair on my dark locks has slowed down.
Grey hair has been sprouting on my head for two years like weeds but the last 2 months, I’ve noticed a slow down in the process. The progesterone and estrogen pills I’ve been taking must be the explanation. There is no other reason for it. In a previous post, I explained my findings about why we get grey hair which was attributed to melanin which depletes as you get older. Maybe this is the answer – hormone replacement.
All I gotta say is – Can we bottle that please?
OvuLATE
Wednesday, July 7th, 2010 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
Wow! It’s been a while since I last posted a blog. I’ve been busy trying to get pregnant (actually thinking about it more than doing).
Since I haven’t gotten pregnant so far I decided to check my fertility. AND my worst fear came true- I may not be able to procreate. A visit to a doctor and an ultrasound indicated I may not be ovulating. I kept thinking about the word Ovu-Late with the emphasis on ‘late’. Is it too late?
The news came from a doctor in Tijuana. I have medical insurance through work so I could’ve seen a specialty doctor here but watching another couple go through the steps turned me off to doing it in Los Angeles. Our friends are going through infertility treatments but the only thing it’s producing is stress. She described her daily trips to the fertility treatments of poking and prodding in the private parts area. Her husband in turn was shooting her up with hormones with an injection to the gluteus maximus (butt). She seemed to be unusually neurotic.
Seeing that – I knew I didn’t want to be put through that so I tried an alternative. After all, the Mexican doctor had worked miracles (cures) on myself when my primary doctors here could help me with past medical issues. Last I saw him, he assured me he’s helped countless women to conceive.
So off I went during my ovulation stage to get tested. While the results of the evaluation didn’t go my way, he thought with proper treatment I could still stimulate follicles for ovulation.
Instead of smuggling piñatas and tequila, I came home with hormone replacement pills and antibiotics to clear up a small infection that might be affecting it all.
This is the start of a long journey which I should’ve started years ago.
Sex and the City Rated G Version
Wednesday, June 9th, 2010 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
Sex and the City movie poster
The 60 and 70 year-olds are currently living it up in Pampa, Texas with a priest? My cousin – a priest is being promoted to another level of priesthood or something. So of course my mom along with her cousin from Orange County and Mr. Priest’s mom from Mexico met up for the big celebration. From the sound of her happy voice on the phone -they are having a wild time attending church functions. Their G-Rated fun is not all innocent. Last I spoke to her, my priestly cousin was driving them to a casino 4 hours away for some sin city fun.
So while their getaway isn’t as exotic as the Sex and the City women, the movie has the right idea -sometimes you need a little break from your everyday life especially women who carry the big load in the family.
My dad wasn’t too thrilled his maid was leaving for two weeks but he should think of it as a break too. No more nagging about house chores – now he’s got no choice but to clean. That’s a good way to realize what you take for granted every day.
So even if we can’t get away from it all like the Sex and the City women or the elder version of them – at least a girls (or boys) night out should be required once a month.
Chuck E. The Killer Cheese
Saturday, May 1st, 2010 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
Run for your life kids! Chuck E. is after our young. The Chuck in question is not to be confused with Chucky the killer doll but close.
A certain rat…I mean mouse to be PC, named Chuck E. Cheese welcomes kids of all ages to his lair with fun activities, games, and food fit for a mouse?
In a recent outing to Chuck E. Cheese for my 5 year-old niece’s birthday (the things we do for our loved ones), the food experience was far from enjoyable. The pizza and chicken wings were saturated with so much salt I thought they were out to preserve us. Chuck E. needs to call his cousin Ratatouille for some help in the kitchen.
I warned my parents to cease eating the food laid out for us as this will definitely send their diabetes and high blood pressure into comatose status. Should’ve brought a paddle to slap them on the wrist because they didn’t listen. “Its only one day,” they proclamed plus they were sure they were balancing things out with a salad saturated with ranch dressing. Oh. boy!
Yes, I’m the party-pooper of the family, bossing my parents around like children. They may be too old to change their ways but it might not be too late for these kids at Chuck E. Cheese.
Wait a minute! What am I talking about? In my golden years as a child, our Chuck E. Cheese was Shakey’s pizza, mojos, video games, and classic black and white movies playing on a projector. Maybe the food was just as horribly bad then but I remember those mojos being the best thing ever. I did go back in my mid-20’s to Shakey’s and had the mojos, but they tasted horribly salty and greasy so who am I kidding.
I loved salty foods as a kid but that came to a screeching halt when I hit puberty. Due to my severe cramps during those horrible first few months of ‘womanhood,’ the doctor cut me off of salt because of water retention. Like a drug addict, I gradually stopped my intake of salt to avoid the pains of maturity. I guess that’s really when it started going downhill, not when I turned 40.
As kids we’re resilient to the bad habits but once we get older, we have to give up a lot of things because our bodies can’t bounce back as quickly. Man, I miss my childhood where my big worries were homework and house chores.
Guess I can’t blame the parents for distracting children from their tantrums with salty foods and games. Parents need their own down time so if you see Chuck E. Cheese as a baby-sitter and not a restaurant, you can tolerate the lousy food.
I can’t speak as a parent but being around that many children in Chuck E. Cheese gave me a couple more gray hairs.
Oh, god! I’m starting to sound like a grumpy old woman….guess that’s why I’m the iRate Chick.
Say No To Cheating, And Be “Vajajay Worthy”
Wednesday, April 28th, 2010 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
The Jesse James and Tiger Woods’ cheating scandals has many a wife and girlfriend wondering about their own man.
When Sandra Bullock praised her husband at the award shows, did she have any clue? I trust my husband completely, but sometimes I wonder if a hot woman threw herself at him would he bite?
Obviously, I hope not, but I’m very aware that some men can’t think straight when sex is presented to them. Do men’s brains shrink when their other head expands?
Jesse James and Tiger Woods’ outrageous sex-capades are proof that may be the case. Here you have two high-profile people who can’t figure out that these women might talk or some money-hungry witness might cash in on their lack of discretion? But they’re not thinking – their brains have lost all power and drained down south.
Women aren’t totally off the hook. Dating married men is such a cliche, because we know how most of them start and end, but that didn’t stop Woods’ and James’ mistresses from feeling betrayed because they weren’t the only mistress bedding the superstars. Come on wenches. He cheats on his wife…with you – that’s the only evidence you need that this is not a nice, loyal guy out for your best interest. I never understood why women settle for a married man with lots of baggage. Maybe they get off on the drama.
Personally I want a man all to myself, and no one gets into my pants who is not worthy. That may sound conceited, but I believe women have to set standards when getting very personal. You don’t share your fork or spoon with just any anybody, do you? But some women will let any Tom, Dick or Harry access to their private parts. Where is the love…for yourself?
Another question from all this scandal is if men get it regularly from their spouses, would that keep them from straying? Probably not, because relationships are so complicated, especially if they are lacking an emotional connection. As I write this, another man faces the Woods’ and James’ backlash for leaving his pregnant wife and cheating with a twenty-something woman: Tikki Barber joins the cast of the most hated man in America.
So as all this drama plays out in the media, maybe some men will question the next time they are faced with the option of being faithful, or cheating. Perhaps, they should pop in a DVD of Fatal Attraction and scare their cheating ways out of them.
Of course another option would rely solely on women. If all women adapted the “vajayjay worthy” motto, married men everywhere would be lacking women to cheat with.
So who’s with me?
Monthly Curse
Thursday, February 11th, 2010 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
Was part of God’s punishment for Adam and Eve’s original sin cursing the woman to painful monthly menstruations?
Sure Eve tempted Adam with the forbidden fruit but Adam didn’t have to take it. What is man’s punishment? I can’t think of any. Now that I think about it some more… that might explain why men never listen to women. Curse #2.
I write this as I wreath in pain from this monthly curse so pardon the bitterness. The older I get the worse it gets. I’m not the only one – everyone I know experiences excruciating pain at one point every month. At work, it’s no secret when the women are troubled and in a bad mood – I’m no exception. Working women should get a day off every month for their worse day to curl up in bed with their head pad. Co-workers should be spared from the wrath too.
Every month during this viscous cycle I curse at my husband for not impregnating me so I could skip 9 months of this pain. Or is pregnancy pain worse? Anyone?
The other life changing event to end the monthly misery for good is menopause. I can’t wait for the day but then I started hearing from older women that it actually causes more problems of it changing your body for the worse. And you have to start taking hormone replacements. Great!
My doctors suggested I might be in the periomenopausal stage. It freaked me out initially but in my gut I feel they’re wrong. I attribute it to my early work hours which has screwed up my whole system. But I am more determined than ever to rush the baby making.
Curse you Adam & Eve!
Forbidden Husband
Wednesday, January 20th, 2010 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
Oops! My husband finally read my iRate blog post and I’m in trouble.
I usually write my blogs from my iPhone notepad and send it to my private email for review and posting but I sent it to our shared email by mistake and he read it.
He knew I wrote this blog but he never read it and I didn’t want him to since he protested me writing about the whole baby thing. He’s a very private person and never discusses our private life with anyone, not even his friends. So when he read it, he DID NOT LIKE IT ONE BIT. Telling him this blog is anonymous didn’t help.
So I’m forbidden to write about him which is fair — I guess. So I deleted all the blogs about him and promised not to write specific things about him
Am I breaking the rule now by writing this? Probably!
Liar, Liar
Monday, January 11th, 2010 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
Over the holidays, this iRate Chick spent a lot of time with family and I realized how much lying and bribing goes on in rearing children. By the time kids get to be teenagers, it’s no wonder they become good at giving it right back to the adults.
My 4 year-old niece Sabrina is quite a handful and mischievous…much like her mom and myself as kids. Over the course of a day, we must have delivered over a dozen lies and threats in order to get her to behave. We threatened her many times with the old ‘Santa doesn’t bring gifts to naughty children’ which straightened her out.
This is actually the first year that’s worked since she started to comprehend the point of Christmas- gifts. At midnight Christmas night, my sister was still wrapping Sabrina’s gifts in the garage and the little girl was no where near sleepy as she waited for Saint Nick.
I ran into the house pretending excitement about Santa coming. We both ran to hide and she choose my mom’s closet which was next door to the entry way with the Christmas tree. Too close I thought but she wouldn’t budge. Her big beautiful brown eyes lit up and she whispered if I had seen the reindeer. ‘Of course’ I replied and then she wanted to see them. To get her to stay put, I continued the fibbing and said they would disappear if any little kids saw them. She was so disappointed… I felt the guilt setting in. I came up with all sorts of excuses. After what seemed like a lifetime she couldn’t wait any longer and escaped my grip. Thank god they were done with placing the presents under the tree. My sister then took over the little white lies about Santa having to leave quick. She opened her gifts (and everyone else’s) in record time forgetting about Santa in no time.
The guilt about the Santa Claus fib kept bugging me. How is she going to react when she finds out he doesn’t really visit once a year bearing gifts?
I tried to remember when my bubble was burst as a child but I don’t recall when that happened and how I took the news. I do remember my mom telling me that Santa Claus did once exist a long long time ago. I figured she too wouldn’t remember the day she found out the truth.
So now that the Santa excuse is put away like the decorations, we’ll go back to the boogeyman, cucuy, and La Llorona threats to keep my niece in line. Hey, it worked on us and we came out sane. If it works, why mess with tradition.
For now I’ll keep mastering the technique…guilt free — for when I have children.
2010 Prospects
Thursday, December 31st, 2009 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
2009 has come and gone. Last year at this time I was unemployed, worrying about the future and having babies. On this last day of 2009, I sit here contemplating what 2010 holds for us. I’m done making grandiose plans for the new year and will just celebrate the end of the decade.
Thinking back during the last 10 years, life has been great. My family is well, finally married my love of two decades, and have a home I love (except it needs a good cleaning), and my niece Sabrina came into this world in 2006 and made our lives so much richer with her presence. At least if I don’t have kids, she is my adoptive child.
So instead of bitching and complaining about what I don’t have, I will celebrate what I do have. I came to this realization with the news that Sabrina’s paternal grandmother is on her death bed and she might not see it through the new year. She is only in her early 60’s and has been suffering with cancer the last few years but she is a strong woman. Hearing the news put a damper on celebrating the end of 2009, but it also made me realize you have to live every day like it’s your last because it might end soon. I feel even worse for her son, Sabrina’s father who cherishes his mother. It’s a sad, sad day for their families and my niece who will not get to see her grandmother anymore. Hopefully, she won’t forget her since she is young.
But I shouldn’t talk about her in the past as she is still fighting to stay here on Earth and fought to stay another day as I write this. My thoughts and prayers are with her and my only wish for the new year is that she makes it through.
Depression Hurts
Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 | iRate Chick blogs | No Comments
Since turning 40, I haven’t been able to shake the blues. Two friends with similar baby wants turned 40 in the summer and they suffered with depression after their birthdays but being the optimist, I told them to look on the bright side. Things will work out. Then a few weeks after my birthday, I felt down too.
At first I thought it was the usual depression I feel in the fall around the time change. Since I was a kid, I always felt that way because summer was over and it was back to school. So I wrote it off as the usual, but come November I was nearly in tears a couple of times and going off on my husband a lot…more than he’s used to. My patience level is at an all time low so I blow up at everybody.
I attributed it to getting up at 1:45 am for work and then coming home and working some more on my side projects. ‘What is wrong with you,’ my conscious kept telling me as I tried to talk myself out of it. Here we are approaching the last month of 2009 and still feeling the same but I have a better handle of it now.
I keep thinking of the television commercial for Cymbalta, ‘Depression Hurts’ and so it does but as I preached to my friends, look on the bright side…and that’s how I’m holding up.
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