What Do You Think.......
Alexandra is doing right now?????
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Having a blast!kikz said:The thought
of what Alexandra may be doing at this moment has brought color to my cheeks. Whatever it is, I know she is having fun.
Karen
Whatever that means to Alexandra! Karen, I'm like you. I'm living vicariously through Alexandra and the other more active teal sisters!
Kelly
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Plot for a great novel...
....or movie, don't you think?
what a silly commentary on my life:I have had so much joy and laughed in my head so many times this week, thinking about Alexandra's vacation!
But I miss her!
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wearing minimal clothes
I bet she is not wearing heavy socks, two sweaters, heavy jeans and sitting close to the fire.... I bet she is warm, in shorts and a light shirt, eating wonderful food and drinking something fun!
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I am back. Cancer can kiss my sunburnt ****.
I will never get tired of going to Jamaica. When you first see the island from the plane, the green mountains surrounded by the white sand and turquoise sea - your heart fills up with such love and calm. Don’t worry, be happy! Ya mon!
The resort has not changed much since I left it 3 years ago. Food was excellent, drinks were plentiful, attire was minimal (flip-flops and room key), chocolate cabana boys were scantily clad and "National Geographic" hung. Most of the days I spent on the beach, frolicking in the warm water, soaking up sun, listening to reggae music and socializing with nice nude people from all over the globe. Mostly couples and groups, but quite a few singles. There was always someone willing to rub sunblock on my back. I brought a book with me and never opened it. It rained a few times, but didn't spoil the fun. They had all kinds of games, watersports, glass water slide, parasailing, tennis, ping-pong, spa, booze cruise, excursions and much more.
Night time was a never ending sexy carnival with live entertainment. One could sit and watch, but it's much more fun to participate. One night was dress up as a school girl /boy. One night - kink (leather, latex, BDSM). Another theme - pirates. Lingerie and pajama party. My many chemo wigs came in handy and received many compliments. Halloween night was a blast with the best singles and couples costume and the best skit contests, room decorating and pumpkin carving contests. I went dressed as a flower child with peace signs necklace and earrings, a headband and a <functioning> weed pipe. People were singing, dancing, having so much fun and it did not matter how old they were and what they looked like. An 80+ year old woman dressed in a few leather straps, a whip and 6" stilettos was competing against girls 50-60 years her junior and won! On the last night it was the resort's 32nd anniversary and the party was absolutely glorious (with live bands and dancers, lobster, martini lounge, piano bar, disco club and nude karaoke.) I would not go into describing the group action in the hot tubs and elsewhere on the grounds out of respect for less liberated readers, but trust me: "50 Shades of Gray" would look like "Alice in Wonderland" in comparison. Did I mention wall-to-wall and ceiling mirrors in the rooms and "open door" policy?
The only time cancer even crossed my mind was when the band played "I will survive!" I felt tears coming up, but who would cry dressed like a naughty catholic school girl and holding a Cosmopolitan? Not me.
Late Saturday evening I landed in freezing Toronto wearing flip-flops (feet swollen and shoes don't fit), skin shedding, hair full of sand. Tomorrow I am doing blood and urine testing for the PARP trial and I hope not to become the first ovca patient disqualified due to high alcohol and THC content.
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Yey!!!Alexandra said:I am back. Cancer can kiss my sunburnt ****.
I will never get tired of going to Jamaica. When you first see the island from the plane, the green mountains surrounded by the white sand and turquoise sea - your heart fills up with such love and calm. Don’t worry, be happy! Ya mon!
The resort has not changed much since I left it 3 years ago. Food was excellent, drinks were plentiful, attire was minimal (flip-flops and room key), chocolate cabana boys were scantily clad and "National Geographic" hung. Most of the days I spent on the beach, frolicking in the warm water, soaking up sun, listening to reggae music and socializing with nice nude people from all over the globe. Mostly couples and groups, but quite a few singles. There was always someone willing to rub sunblock on my back. I brought a book with me and never opened it. It rained a few times, but didn't spoil the fun. They had all kinds of games, watersports, glass water slide, parasailing, tennis, ping-pong, spa, booze cruise, excursions and much more.
Night time was a never ending sexy carnival with live entertainment. One could sit and watch, but it's much more fun to participate. One night was dress up as a school girl /boy. One night - kink (leather, latex, BDSM). Another theme - pirates. Lingerie and pajama party. My many chemo wigs came in handy and received many compliments. Halloween night was a blast with the best singles and couples costume and the best skit contests, room decorating and pumpkin carving contests. I went dressed as a flower child with peace signs necklace and earrings, a headband and a <functioning> weed pipe. People were singing, dancing, having so much fun and it did not matter how old they were and what they looked like. An 80+ year old woman dressed in a few leather straps, a whip and 6" stilettos was competing against girls 50-60 years her junior and won! On the last night it was the resort's 32nd anniversary and the party was absolutely glorious (with live bands and dancers, lobster, martini lounge, piano bar, disco club and nude karaoke.) I would not go into describing the group action in the hot tubs and elsewhere on the grounds out of respect for less liberated readers, but trust me: "50 Shades of Gray" would look like "Alice in Wonderland" in comparison. Did I mention wall-to-wall and ceiling mirrors in the rooms and "open door" policy?
The only time cancer even crossed my mind was when the band played "I will survive!" I felt tears coming up, but who would cry dressed like a naughty catholic school girl and holding a Cosmopolitan? Not me.
Late Saturday evening I landed in freezing Toronto wearing flip-flops (feet swollen and shoes don't fit), skin shedding, hair full of sand. Tomorrow I am doing blood and urine testing for the PARP trial and I hope not to become the first ovca patient disqualified due to high alcohol and THC content.
You MUST tell us more!!! We all live through you!!! So glad you had a ball and got the best of get-a-ways! I do admire someone who can let go. Love the 90 year old lady story...sounds like something my aunt would have done. Welcome back, my dear, we missed you, but will know you will keep us intertained for weeks. Good luck on the testing! Best, Debra
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So Happy for you!Alexandra said:I am back. Cancer can kiss my sunburnt ****.
I will never get tired of going to Jamaica. When you first see the island from the plane, the green mountains surrounded by the white sand and turquoise sea - your heart fills up with such love and calm. Don’t worry, be happy! Ya mon!
The resort has not changed much since I left it 3 years ago. Food was excellent, drinks were plentiful, attire was minimal (flip-flops and room key), chocolate cabana boys were scantily clad and "National Geographic" hung. Most of the days I spent on the beach, frolicking in the warm water, soaking up sun, listening to reggae music and socializing with nice nude people from all over the globe. Mostly couples and groups, but quite a few singles. There was always someone willing to rub sunblock on my back. I brought a book with me and never opened it. It rained a few times, but didn't spoil the fun. They had all kinds of games, watersports, glass water slide, parasailing, tennis, ping-pong, spa, booze cruise, excursions and much more.
Night time was a never ending sexy carnival with live entertainment. One could sit and watch, but it's much more fun to participate. One night was dress up as a school girl /boy. One night - kink (leather, latex, BDSM). Another theme - pirates. Lingerie and pajama party. My many chemo wigs came in handy and received many compliments. Halloween night was a blast with the best singles and couples costume and the best skit contests, room decorating and pumpkin carving contests. I went dressed as a flower child with peace signs necklace and earrings, a headband and a <functioning> weed pipe. People were singing, dancing, having so much fun and it did not matter how old they were and what they looked like. An 80+ year old woman dressed in a few leather straps, a whip and 6" stilettos was competing against girls 50-60 years her junior and won! On the last night it was the resort's 32nd anniversary and the party was absolutely glorious (with live bands and dancers, lobster, martini lounge, piano bar, disco club and nude karaoke.) I would not go into describing the group action in the hot tubs and elsewhere on the grounds out of respect for less liberated readers, but trust me: "50 Shades of Gray" would look like "Alice in Wonderland" in comparison. Did I mention wall-to-wall and ceiling mirrors in the rooms and "open door" policy?
The only time cancer even crossed my mind was when the band played "I will survive!" I felt tears coming up, but who would cry dressed like a naughty catholic school girl and holding a Cosmopolitan? Not me.
Late Saturday evening I landed in freezing Toronto wearing flip-flops (feet swollen and shoes don't fit), skin shedding, hair full of sand. Tomorrow I am doing blood and urine testing for the PARP trial and I hope not to become the first ovca patient disqualified due to high alcohol and THC content.
I feel like we should all help you pay for your vacation since we are all living vicariously though you! It sounds like you had a good time, how will you adjust to the real world?
Anyway welcome back
Colleen
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Welcome back, Alexandra!Cafewoman53 said:So Happy for you!
I feel like we should all help you pay for your vacation since we are all living vicariously though you! It sounds like you had a good time, how will you adjust to the real world?
Anyway welcome back
Colleen
I greatly admire the fact that you truly live by the motto, "we only live once!"
Kelly
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Oh how we missed you!Alexandra said:I am back. Cancer can kiss my sunburnt ****.
I will never get tired of going to Jamaica. When you first see the island from the plane, the green mountains surrounded by the white sand and turquoise sea - your heart fills up with such love and calm. Don’t worry, be happy! Ya mon!
The resort has not changed much since I left it 3 years ago. Food was excellent, drinks were plentiful, attire was minimal (flip-flops and room key), chocolate cabana boys were scantily clad and "National Geographic" hung. Most of the days I spent on the beach, frolicking in the warm water, soaking up sun, listening to reggae music and socializing with nice nude people from all over the globe. Mostly couples and groups, but quite a few singles. There was always someone willing to rub sunblock on my back. I brought a book with me and never opened it. It rained a few times, but didn't spoil the fun. They had all kinds of games, watersports, glass water slide, parasailing, tennis, ping-pong, spa, booze cruise, excursions and much more.
Night time was a never ending sexy carnival with live entertainment. One could sit and watch, but it's much more fun to participate. One night was dress up as a school girl /boy. One night - kink (leather, latex, BDSM). Another theme - pirates. Lingerie and pajama party. My many chemo wigs came in handy and received many compliments. Halloween night was a blast with the best singles and couples costume and the best skit contests, room decorating and pumpkin carving contests. I went dressed as a flower child with peace signs necklace and earrings, a headband and a <functioning> weed pipe. People were singing, dancing, having so much fun and it did not matter how old they were and what they looked like. An 80+ year old woman dressed in a few leather straps, a whip and 6" stilettos was competing against girls 50-60 years her junior and won! On the last night it was the resort's 32nd anniversary and the party was absolutely glorious (with live bands and dancers, lobster, martini lounge, piano bar, disco club and nude karaoke.) I would not go into describing the group action in the hot tubs and elsewhere on the grounds out of respect for less liberated readers, but trust me: "50 Shades of Gray" would look like "Alice in Wonderland" in comparison. Did I mention wall-to-wall and ceiling mirrors in the rooms and "open door" policy?
The only time cancer even crossed my mind was when the band played "I will survive!" I felt tears coming up, but who would cry dressed like a naughty catholic school girl and holding a Cosmopolitan? Not me.
Late Saturday evening I landed in freezing Toronto wearing flip-flops (feet swollen and shoes don't fit), skin shedding, hair full of sand. Tomorrow I am doing blood and urine testing for the PARP trial and I hope not to become the first ovca patient disqualified due to high alcohol and THC content.
You can see for yourself, the board was pretty quiet without you!
I hope you continue to make your own reality, just the way you like it!
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Glad to know
you are home safe and sound. Was a little worried when you hadn't posted but after reading the highlights of your trip...well...I get it. Love your zest for life and I'm cracking up because picturing myself in that setting is beyond hilarious. I have been called goody-two-shoes even by my own mother. I have an open mind but am reserved In my own actions.
Karen
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A L E X A N D R A !Alexandra said:I am back. Cancer can kiss my sunburnt ****.
I will never get tired of going to Jamaica. When you first see the island from the plane, the green mountains surrounded by the white sand and turquoise sea - your heart fills up with such love and calm. Don’t worry, be happy! Ya mon!
The resort has not changed much since I left it 3 years ago. Food was excellent, drinks were plentiful, attire was minimal (flip-flops and room key), chocolate cabana boys were scantily clad and "National Geographic" hung. Most of the days I spent on the beach, frolicking in the warm water, soaking up sun, listening to reggae music and socializing with nice nude people from all over the globe. Mostly couples and groups, but quite a few singles. There was always someone willing to rub sunblock on my back. I brought a book with me and never opened it. It rained a few times, but didn't spoil the fun. They had all kinds of games, watersports, glass water slide, parasailing, tennis, ping-pong, spa, booze cruise, excursions and much more.
Night time was a never ending sexy carnival with live entertainment. One could sit and watch, but it's much more fun to participate. One night was dress up as a school girl /boy. One night - kink (leather, latex, BDSM). Another theme - pirates. Lingerie and pajama party. My many chemo wigs came in handy and received many compliments. Halloween night was a blast with the best singles and couples costume and the best skit contests, room decorating and pumpkin carving contests. I went dressed as a flower child with peace signs necklace and earrings, a headband and a <functioning> weed pipe. People were singing, dancing, having so much fun and it did not matter how old they were and what they looked like. An 80+ year old woman dressed in a few leather straps, a whip and 6" stilettos was competing against girls 50-60 years her junior and won! On the last night it was the resort's 32nd anniversary and the party was absolutely glorious (with live bands and dancers, lobster, martini lounge, piano bar, disco club and nude karaoke.) I would not go into describing the group action in the hot tubs and elsewhere on the grounds out of respect for less liberated readers, but trust me: "50 Shades of Gray" would look like "Alice in Wonderland" in comparison. Did I mention wall-to-wall and ceiling mirrors in the rooms and "open door" policy?
The only time cancer even crossed my mind was when the band played "I will survive!" I felt tears coming up, but who would cry dressed like a naughty catholic school girl and holding a Cosmopolitan? Not me.
Late Saturday evening I landed in freezing Toronto wearing flip-flops (feet swollen and shoes don't fit), skin shedding, hair full of sand. Tomorrow I am doing blood and urine testing for the PARP trial and I hope not to become the first ovca patient disqualified due to high alcohol and THC content.
So happy for you, Alexandra! I have smile on my face from reading your post. Like many of ours teal sisters here on this board living through you - me too was on vacation with you
. Good luck with your tests, you deserved that. Love you, Zina.0 -
Sounds like a fantastic timekikz said:Glad to know
you are home safe and sound. Was a little worried when you hadn't posted but after reading the highlights of your trip...well...I get it. Love your zest for life and I'm cracking up because picturing myself in that setting is beyond hilarious. I have been called goody-two-shoes even by my own mother. I have an open mind but am reserved In my own actions.
Karen
I have never been to Jiamica man.....now I want to ASAP! So glad you had a fun time...did hubby go with? If not don't be so forthcoming ..lol......val
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Sounds like a fantasticpoopergirl14052 said:Sounds like a fantastic time
I have never been to Jiamica man.....now I want to ASAP! So glad you had a fun time...did hubby go with? If not don't be so forthcoming ..lol......val
Sounds like a fantastic trip... I am so glad you had fun...
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New adventures of old Alexandra
After the dry run on vacation with a temporary henna tattoo, I decided to get my first real one. It was completed 1 hour ago (still wrapped in plastic) and covers up hysterectomy and tummy tuck scars. It's a little hard to see, but they are mauve and pink 3D orchids. My 20-year-old daughter feels that I'm having a mid-life crisis. I think mid-life crisis beats end-of-life blues every day and twice of Sunday. Here goes nothing:
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Beautiful!Alexandra said:New adventures of old Alexandra
After the dry run on vacation with a temporary henna tattoo, I decided to get my first real one. It was completed 1 hour ago (still wrapped in plastic) and covers up hysterectomy and tummy tuck scars. It's a little hard to see, but they are mauve and pink 3D orchids. My 20-year-old daughter feels that I'm having a mid-life crisis. I think mid-life crisis beats end-of-life blues every day and twice of Sunday. Here goes nothing:
Wow! What a beautiful design! And Alexandra, your body is gorgeous. I am so jealous.
i pray your little 19-year-old smartie is 100% correct about the mid-life crisis. You've got to keep up this celebration of life for at least 50 more years!
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Yeah for Mid life!Alexandra said:New adventures of old Alexandra
After the dry run on vacation with a temporary henna tattoo, I decided to get my first real one. It was completed 1 hour ago (still wrapped in plastic) and covers up hysterectomy and tummy tuck scars. It's a little hard to see, but they are mauve and pink 3D orchids. My 20-year-old daughter feels that I'm having a mid-life crisis. I think mid-life crisis beats end-of-life blues every day and twice of Sunday. Here goes nothing:
Wow, you are so brave to get a tattoo. It looks beautiful. Enjoy life- especially mid life!
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kindred spiritsAlexandra said:New adventures of old Alexandra
After the dry run on vacation with a temporary henna tattoo, I decided to get my first real one. It was completed 1 hour ago (still wrapped in plastic) and covers up hysterectomy and tummy tuck scars. It's a little hard to see, but they are mauve and pink 3D orchids. My 20-year-old daughter feels that I'm having a mid-life crisis. I think mid-life crisis beats end-of-life blues every day and twice of Sunday. Here goes nothing:
I love your new ink and your spirit! And I loved reading about your vacay!! You and I could be kindred spirits, sounds like we have a few things in common
Sindy
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Belly-dancing class?Alexandra said:New adventures of old Alexandra
After the dry run on vacation with a temporary henna tattoo, I decided to get my first real one. It was completed 1 hour ago (still wrapped in plastic) and covers up hysterectomy and tummy tuck scars. It's a little hard to see, but they are mauve and pink 3D orchids. My 20-year-old daughter feels that I'm having a mid-life crisis. I think mid-life crisis beats end-of-life blues every day and twice of Sunday. Here goes nothing:
Now you need to take belly-dancing classes to show this off!!!
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