Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Double Entendre, Double Takes



Double Entendre, Double Takes

By Mike Southernsun

When living in a nudist community there are certain innocent comments that also become gems  of the double  entendre and cause one to do a double take. 

Some people might decide to just let them go, but I don't have that ability. On this page, which is a work in progress, I will be adding what I call double entendre double takes. And by the way, if you think I have a dirty mind, you're right, but you can tell me that after you quit laughing. Enjoy!

At The Daily Pool Tournament

- I have little balls. You have big ones.

- Damn. I leaned over the table and scratched.

At Bingo

Caller:
O-69

Players: (in unisonj
Oh. Ahhhhh.
(Always a classic!)

At Wii Bowling

- Good luck picking up THAT  split. 

-(Reminding a player to use the controller's wrist strap)
He needs the strap-on. (Great one, Alice!)

At Taco Tuesday
(Fitting the category in and of itself)

- Woman: ... you can get them either hard or soft, but personally I prefer the soft ones. They fill you up more!
(Alert the media)

To Be Continued.



Sunday, January 12, 2014

Mentally Bypass Cravings: The Technique I Use To Remain Smoke-Free

January 15, 2014 marks one year since I had a cigarette. Whether or not I have QUIT is, of course, still to be determined.

This is neither the first time I've quit, nor the longest period of time sans cigarette. But so far it seems to be a great start, and I think I'm on the way to a smoke-free rest of my life. And I know from first hand experience after quitting for eight years once, all it takes is one puff to start right back up again.

After several failed attempts to quit, and an increasing need to do so, I came up with the process, and a mind game that works for me. And I write this article to share those ideas with anyone who may wish to quit smoking and who might find them useful. (I know, there is nothing worse than ex-smoker.)

 I think if it worked for me, then it might very well work for another heavy smoker. And yes that's exactly what I was.

 I grew up in the late 1950s and 60s in the cigarette manufacturing capital of the world, Richmond Virginia. Just about everybody's family's livelihood was somehow either directly or indirectly affected by the cigarette industry. We jokingly said that in Richmond back in the 60s, if you didn't smoke by the time you were 12 you must be a communist.

 My coughing was frequent and could be heard several buildings away. My neighbor and friend nurse Kathy said that she had seen my wardrobe and that I didn't have anything that would go well with an oxygen tank.

 Obviously I needed to quit smoking, but the first step toward me actually doing so was WANTING to do so. That's the biggie! I made a list of reasons to quit and kept it on my cell phone. I don't ever recall referring to it, but I think just writing it down was somewhat therapeutic. I wrote about improved health, feeling better, having more energy, having more money, I wouldn't stink, my clothes wouldn't stink – – whenever I chose to wear them. being here longer with my daughter and granddaughter. That last one did it. I needed to quit. I wanted to quit. I had reasons to quit. What I was missing was a technique that would actually work. I used to work with some out of this world brainiac's, and I asked myself how they might tackle this? I needed data!!! So I would go for an hour or two without a cigarette, and I would actually time my cravings. Any guess how long those cravings lasted? Mine lasted between five and 15 seconds. That was it!?! I was throwing everything away to avid 5 to 15 seconds of discomfort at a whack?! And a couple other things fell into place. I recalled that it was once demonstrated to me that the human brain can only concentrate on one thing for the time. Then I recalled, I think it was on the Dr. Oz Show when he was talking about yoga, he demonstrated deep, cleansing breaths. When I decided to quit, I waited for that first craving. When I felt it coming on, I took three or four deep cleansing breaths and concentrated on the goodness of clean air. When I stopped, the craving was over. I had mentally bypassed the craving. I had many cravings that day and for weeks and months to follow, but that technique worked every single time. I still have cravings about once a day, the technique still works. I started to explain this technique to a neighbor one day who is a heavy smoker and who has emphysema. I said "I'm not trying to be one of those ex-smoke's." At which point he requested that I "try a little harder." LOL So, I am not trying to foist this on anybody. On the other hand it worked so well for me that as a journalist I think I would be remiss if I didn't pass it on. January 15, 2014 marks one year of me being smoke-free. It was all done by a simple technique in a mind game. It worked for me and maybe it can work for others who need and want to quit smoking.

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Thursday, January 9, 2014

Naked In Paradise: How It Works In "Winter"

Naked In Paradise:
How It Works In "Winter"  

By Mike Southernsun



"So how does it work in the winter?!" 




That was the sum total of a text message that I received late last Fall. It came from a young lady, who shall go nameless, but who is very near and dear to my heart. I was there when she was born and we've been pretty close ever since. Only a couple of years ago did I let her know that I am a long  time nudist, and that I was going to retire here at Paradise Lakes. She was characteristically supportive, and her question was out of genuine curiosity. 

Let's face it, the question is legitimate! And as I meet more and more people who are interested in nudism, it may be a more widespread question than we realize.

So I thought I would tackle that question for this post. But, be warned. Some of my ideas may be more legit than others.

First, a little perspective on winter in the Tampa area. The government has kept official records on temperatures in Tampa since 1890. The coldest it's ever been was 18° and that was on December 13, 1962. However January is usually the coolest month of the year, and Tampa averages no more than three days a year when the temperature dips below 32°F. (In case you are wondering, Tampa's official high temp is 99 degrees, and that was set on June 5, 1985.)

The coldest place live ever lived is in the mountains of Virginia. There were times during winter when we would go weeks just wishing the high would reach 18°. My friends from points north like Minnesota, Wisconsin, New York, and Canada can put my stories to shame. But, our dear friends who are collectively and affectionately called "snowbirds" don't come here to think about winter. They  come here to forget about it.

However, we also come here to be nudists. So brace yourself. There may be days when you have to wear a robe, sweater, or dare I say, pants. Fret not dear reader. Here now is you news you can use. Here are some tips on how to survive winter in Paradise.

The hot tub is awesome on chilly days. However, when you get out you don't want to be fumbling around while you are wet and naked. So before you get in, be proactive. Place your robe strategically so that when you get out of the hot tub you can slide right into that bad boy. No really great revelation here, most people figure this one out pretty quickly on their own.

Last winter several of us were in the hot tub, when someone else joined us and mentioned that it was kind of cold. This kicked off a  round robin game of 'who has the most absurd winter hardship story?' It sounded like this: 

"Cold?! You don't know from cold! Why in my day we used to have to trudge to school barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways, and the temperature was 26, no make that 27 degrees below absolute zero. Yeah, those winters were brutal in Brooksville!" 

Another way to increase social interaction during the cooler days, is to get a big crock pot of vegetable beef soup going and offer it up to passers by. Perhaps even some jalapeƱo cornbread would be nice. I've never actually done this, but I'm hoping that some of my neighbors might be reading this.


You can also play a game of 'can you recognize people" with their clothes ON?' By the way, this also works in the store year round. "Oh hi! Sorry didn't realize that was you."

Here's some advice on what NOT to do. After traipsing around taking an air bath, as nudist Benjamin Franklin called it, avoid the temptation to share your delight with others in a frigid climate. Something as simple as "78° here and am sunning naked, " can lead to a response that may strongly suggest you do something that, to my knowledge, is physically impossible. That is, of course, provided that your friend's fingers are not frozen solid to the keyboard. 

Live long. Live naked. Gloat not.

Again no great revelation on my part. Folks usually pick up on that one pretty fast as well.

I don't know anybody who particularly likes the fact that the days are shorter. Shorter days particularly cramp my style. But here's one way to look at it. You just don't have to wait so long for some dazzling sunsets. I don't know if it's because of longitude and latitude, winter sun angles here in Florida, the make up of particles in the atmosphere, or maybe someone around here is just holding their nose right. Whatever the reason, frequently the sunsets here are breathtakingly spectacular. On second thought, maybe shorter days are a small price to pay for such beauty.

The days are now growing longer, and here in the northern hemisphere, astronomical winter ends on Wednesday, March 19, 2014. But in the meantime, how does it work here in winter? I have drawn two conclusions.

1) If you are wintering here at Paradise Lakes or points nearby, it works pretty damned well. 

2) If you are reading from any place that feels like a frozen tundra, uh, er, somehow, ahem, we manage to muddle through it.

(Live long. Live naked. Gloat not.)





Fast Forward Three Years: blow The Dust Off Of This Blog!

A lot has changed since my initial post for this blog. For starters, I got off my butt to write this, only the second post in this blog's history, in about three years.

A few other things have happened as well. I have retired after 23 years of working with an out of this world group, a job that I truly loved. After vacationing for 20 years at Paradise Lakes Resort near Tampa, I have now retired to this community. It is an awesome clothing optional community. That's right. I am a practicing nudist. (Someday I hope to get it right.)

I am a journalist by training with extremely low vision and a quirky way of looking at things from time to time. I will be posting some observations in this blog and I invite you to come back often.