Roxy turns 40!

One of the regular features of mamalikes will be an homage to my friends that turn 40.  Permission will be given in advance and no real names will be used.  Each friend will be given a porn name.  If you are my friend and you have a penchant for a certain porn name, tell me now or forever hold your peace.

So here are a couple of stories Roxy shared with me that make me laugh:

Who's box doc likes box?  Roxy's box doc likes box!

Roxy went to her annual recently like a good mama should.  This was the first trip to a new gyno, who turned out to be so freakin' cool.  First of all, when checking out her wee wah, the doc remarked that it was "lovely."  I can't think of a nicer thing to hear while up in stirrups.  This is why I will always have a female gyno.  I just don't know how you can appreciate the mystery of the matrix (what my husband calls it) without having the parts.  I personally can't imagine having the hydraulics of the opposite sex although it would be kinda cool to have junk that could do that.  

So then she moves on upward with the exam.  Roxy sells beer for a living and as a responsible businesswoman must sample her wares on a regular basis.  She said the doctor got to her belly and recommended POLE DANCING as a form of exercise!  She said that many women "our age" find it empowering (not to mention laid on a regular basis).  How awesome is that?

Thank god for good design

I love dogs.  Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em.  But they are nasty.  Remember that Far Side cartoon where the boy dog goes to pick up the girl dog for a date and says "Ginger, you look great!  And whatever you rolled in smells FANTASTIC!"  That's dogs in a nutshell.

So I'll cut to the chase.  Roxy's dog ate a tampon.  It's now a couple days later and a string appears to be hanging out of the dog's ass and the dog seems, shall we say, agitated by this.  Being the amazing human and dog mama that she is, Roxy goes above and beyond and pulls the tampon out of the dog's butt.  Bravo Roxy, Bravo.

Roxy and I have been friends a long time, since around 1982.  One of my favorite memories of our friendship is when she and I and the third musketeer in our trio were about 12.  We were at our school yard after classes one day and decided to have our own impromptu sliding clinic on the mud puddle filled softball diamond.  About 25 Pete Rose's later, we were COVERED head to toe with mud.  I still remember the joy and fun of that day.  And when I look at Roxy - I still see that 12 year old girl.  Except now she has bigger boobs.

Happy Birthday Girlyfriend.  I love you big much.