Andale, Andale Amigos!
After you read this, run to your nearest Sporting Goods store and buy at least 20 of these, ASAP! You can also order them online with expedited shipping. I don’t care HOW you get them, just GET THEM!!
One of my fave blogger friends whom I love and who sweats through her goals, Nancy at My Year of Sweat, has the copyrights to the name, My Year of Sweat. I wouldn’t dare violate any copyright laws but what I will tell you is that I’ve had a lifetime of sweat! I have only met one other woman (Hi Deb – I got you one of these!) besides myself, who sweats as much as I do. I’m talking buckets upon buckets. Really. Just by existing.
I’ve been like this since day one. I don’t even have to exert any energy or move an inch and the sweat is pouring down my face, neck, cleavage and back. It’s like my head is a portable heater, permanently on.
I don’t sweat under my arms or in my legs so much, it all stems from my head. Oh, and boob sweat. Those sweat to0!
This was always a source of embarrassment for me, particularly when it came to dates and boyfriends.
These guys would innocently ask me to join them for a bike ride or even a gentle stroll at a park and could not understand why I always declined. It wasn’t that I was lazy or didn’t want to, I just could not let them see my…shall we call it, special glow?
I looked and smelled more like this:
I don’t care what they say about sweat and how natural it is and how it’s the body’s way of cooling itself ( yada, yada, yada), the fact is that it stinks and it sucks.
Now add: Perimenaupase to the equation.
A deadly and disgusting combination.
I take about 55 showers a day during the summer only to continue sweating the minute I get out of the shower. I have tried inserting my head inside an air conditioning unit but eventually I have to go to the bathroom or eat something, so that hasn’t worked.
I have tried everything!
Like doing this:
To no avail.
The other day, I was at a sporting store purchasing binoculars for Mr. Brickhouse (who by the way NEVER sweats!) as a father’s day gift, when I spotted some bright colorful items on a table.
I was intrigued because like a child, I have to investigate everything.
This is when I behaved even more like a child by peeing in my pants!
Holy Caramba! A Necklace Fan??
It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in a sweaty long time.
Isn’t she gorgeous? All she requires is two double AA batteries to bring her user to a cooling ecstasy. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Even better than her other battery operated cousins who also please their users.
This baby goes around your neck whispering sweet nothings in your ear and blowing cooling and refreshing air right up to your face. All day long. It goes with you wherever you go, fanning your senses into limitless delight.
So my amigos, you too can feel such marvelous bliss. One place they have them is at,
Don’t worry, they use the utmost discretion when packaging this euphoric battery-operated gadget, understanding your need for privacy.
ps. You may want to order extra batteries.