Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The Clouds Have Lifted
The evil wretched month that is November is at last at its nasty end. Probably the worst month I have had in all my 23 years (I could pass for 23...Well - fuck it!).
Much has changed within the wicked weeks that were November. I walked out of my job. To all that have ever just had enough and left there is something both invigorating and frightening about the move. It felt great to walk out of that evil place, but on the drive home my mind was racing with thoughts of how I will afford my mortgage, my clothes addiction and my botox (Eeeekkk). Will I be forced to wear non-designer clothes or be to live in an integrated neighborhood or even worse be forced to miss a visit to my sexy dermatologist who dispenses the wonderful botox?. All of the sudden I felt faint and had to pull over to the side of the road. Actually, to a liquor store - the comfort for any of life's problems.
After a drunken weekend and more gin that I will ever admit to or remember I decided this change would be a positive move. I called a friend who "knew people" and a few weeks later I landed another job that I am sure to hate. So my world keeps on spinning and my American Express will not grow cold and unused. My face will forever be tight and without flaw and I don't ever have to even think about asking the wicked birth-givers for money.
So with the horrible month soon in the rear view mirror I am not hard pressed to dress my house in the decor of Christmas. I am putting up my trees and stringing my lights and hubby will be on the roof hanging the outside lights.
I just love December!!!
Much has changed within the wicked weeks that were November. I walked out of my job. To all that have ever just had enough and left there is something both invigorating and frightening about the move. It felt great to walk out of that evil place, but on the drive home my mind was racing with thoughts of how I will afford my mortgage, my clothes addiction and my botox (Eeeekkk). Will I be forced to wear non-designer clothes or be to live in an integrated neighborhood or even worse be forced to miss a visit to my sexy dermatologist who dispenses the wonderful botox?. All of the sudden I felt faint and had to pull over to the side of the road. Actually, to a liquor store - the comfort for any of life's problems.
After a drunken weekend and more gin that I will ever admit to or remember I decided this change would be a positive move. I called a friend who "knew people" and a few weeks later I landed another job that I am sure to hate. So my world keeps on spinning and my American Express will not grow cold and unused. My face will forever be tight and without flaw and I don't ever have to even think about asking the wicked birth-givers for money.
So with the horrible month soon in the rear view mirror I am not hard pressed to dress my house in the decor of Christmas. I am putting up my trees and stringing my lights and hubby will be on the roof hanging the outside lights.
I just love December!!!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Up for Air!!!
I must be a glutton for punishment. Between work and school obligations I am left with minutes of free time each week. My eyes are getting worse by the day, because I spend so much time doing research for my freaking dissertation, which will never be completed!!! I keep thinking that there will be an end to all of this self-inflicted torture, but then comes the repayment of the student loans - ugghhh!!!
Years ago, I thought a student loan sounded like a wonderful idea to continue my education and I would not have to worry about repayment for years to come. Well, I am about there and I am scared to look at what will be the final numbers. It is ironic that I spend years of my life to enhance my knowledge and provide better options for my future only to be mounted with huge debt at the end.
Years ago, I thought a student loan sounded like a wonderful idea to continue my education and I would not have to worry about repayment for years to come. Well, I am about there and I am scared to look at what will be the final numbers. It is ironic that I spend years of my life to enhance my knowledge and provide better options for my future only to be mounted with huge debt at the end.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Gay Dictionary
peep-hole squad: vice squad that work washrooms to entice gays into sex, or work behind two way mirror to arrest guys having sex. Syn: agents provocateurs; crapper dicks; crapper decoys; shakers; urinal sniffers
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I guess breeders need love too
Hello I am looking for someone who is into conversation and having fun. I just turned 29 on Sunday October 7th. I currently live in the St. Matthew's area (East Side of Louisville), and work in a hospital here in Louisville. I would be willing to drive to meet someone if it is not to far out of my way. To describe myself I am 5'10, have blue eyes that change color with my mood, short brown hair, average built, 250 pounds. I am considered a teddy bear by several of my friends. I have a BS in Psychology and going back to finish my RN. If you would like to know more feel free to write. Take care and have a great day
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
******* LOVE HER ********
Okay, I admit it I am addicted to Grey's Anatomy. I can never miss it and friends have learned not to call after 8:58pm on Thursdays.
My favorite actor from the Sara Ramirez. She is just flawless, but sadly the story line is not very kind to her and she and George are about to go splitsville.
I still not happy with it and I am hoping she gets a hotter man later in the season!!!!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Gay Dictionary...
butter, bake and baste: offering to rub suntan lotion on sunbather, letting him get relaxed with the rubdown and sunning, and then penetrating him anally.
((makes me want to go back to the beach))
((makes me want to go back to the beach))
How often??
Remember the first line in Queer as Folk where the voice over stated that the average man thinks about sex every 16 seconds and then he states that the average gay man thinks about sex every 7 seconds.. I may have the times off a bit, but you get the point.
I did a google and the numbers come up anywhere from 7 seconds to 3 minutes for men. I am starting to wonder what is an acceptable amount of time spent thinking about sex.
For me it seems the longer I go without sex the more often I think about it. I feel like an addict in that I begin to feel my skin crawl if I go beyond a certain length of time without the deed. Hubby will tell me to just take care of myself if he is not in the mood, but sex alone is not the same as with another player.
It is torture to be at work and a hot man walks into the room. I can't concentrate or do anything else but think about the man. I am thankful that I work with mostly women, because they are the cure to me thinking about sex. However, there are still enough men in the office and some very hot ones at that.
Cold showers don't work and btw who the fuck came up with that one??? The only cure to not having sex is to have sex!! Hmmm I may need to go wake up hubby after all...
I did a google and the numbers come up anywhere from 7 seconds to 3 minutes for men. I am starting to wonder what is an acceptable amount of time spent thinking about sex.
For me it seems the longer I go without sex the more often I think about it. I feel like an addict in that I begin to feel my skin crawl if I go beyond a certain length of time without the deed. Hubby will tell me to just take care of myself if he is not in the mood, but sex alone is not the same as with another player.
It is torture to be at work and a hot man walks into the room. I can't concentrate or do anything else but think about the man. I am thankful that I work with mostly women, because they are the cure to me thinking about sex. However, there are still enough men in the office and some very hot ones at that.
Cold showers don't work and btw who the fuck came up with that one??? The only cure to not having sex is to have sex!! Hmmm I may need to go wake up hubby after all...
Monday, October 8, 2007
Still Proud!!!
"I don't know if I've ever done this, but I guarantee we'll be back," Meyer said defiantly. "The Florida Gators will be back. Smokin'."Saturday, October 6, 2007
I can stand it no more
My hubby sits down to pee. He has been doing this for as long as I have known him and it has always stuck me as odd.
Today, I was speaking to a straight friend and she confided in me that her husband sits to pee as well. I am left scratching my head. Since when do men want to imitate women by squatting to urinate.
I have told my baby to stand there and pee like a man. Splash the seat and get some pee on the walls. Don't squat there with your junk tucked beneath you, be a man...dammit!
But he won't do it. It must be something to do with his extreme anal personality. He is the ultimate neat freak. All shirts in the closet must be hung just so and the shirts folded his way or its wrong and god forbid I ever attempt to fold a towel!!! Whoa been there and won't do it again!! I am not allowed to wash clothes, fold clothes, clean the kitchen or operate a vacuum cleaner, because apparently I do all these things wrong in his eyes.
Well, at least I know hoe to piss like a man!!!
Today, I was speaking to a straight friend and she confided in me that her husband sits to pee as well. I am left scratching my head. Since when do men want to imitate women by squatting to urinate.
I have told my baby to stand there and pee like a man. Splash the seat and get some pee on the walls. Don't squat there with your junk tucked beneath you, be a man...dammit!
But he won't do it. It must be something to do with his extreme anal personality. He is the ultimate neat freak. All shirts in the closet must be hung just so and the shirts folded his way or its wrong and god forbid I ever attempt to fold a towel!!! Whoa been there and won't do it again!! I am not allowed to wash clothes, fold clothes, clean the kitchen or operate a vacuum cleaner, because apparently I do all these things wrong in his eyes.
Well, at least I know hoe to piss like a man!!!
Friday, October 5, 2007
FREAKY FRIDAY!!!!!
Random samplings from craigslists
(1)
This one gave a few pics(2)
(3)
pose girl!!
(4)
(3)pose girl!!
(4)Cleanliness is next to godliness
(5)
(6)
(5)
(6)Sazzy Dresser
Learn something new every day..
Sugar Buzz!!
I am going to start skipping meetings at work. The meetings are not the problem it is the food that is served for each and every meeting.
Staff meetings have coffee, cookies and sometime bagels.
Director level meetings have everything above with the addition of teas, sodas, and a few more sweet items. Brownies and coffee cake things seem to be popular this week.
Lunch meetings are loaded with cakes and multiple meal options except for the sole vegetarian of the group. I load up on salad and avoid the beefy woman smacking on pork chops.
There is the biggie twice per month. The entire leadership group gets together and cover budget items and such. The topics are not nearly as important as the food. Multiple cakes and brownies, quiches, all sorts of cookies and snack foods. People load plates before and after these meetings. I have never seen spreads like this company puts out and the food is excellent!!! I am surprised everyone there is not 500 lbs.
Today was something where everyone was served cake and ice cream. I am not sure the reason, but come 2pm everywhere I looked staff had cake and ice cream. It is so hard to be good when food is everywhere!!
I want to see the budget for food and who is responsible...thank god its not my department!!!
Staff meetings have coffee, cookies and sometime bagels.
Director level meetings have everything above with the addition of teas, sodas, and a few more sweet items. Brownies and coffee cake things seem to be popular this week.
Lunch meetings are loaded with cakes and multiple meal options except for the sole vegetarian of the group. I load up on salad and avoid the beefy woman smacking on pork chops.
There is the biggie twice per month. The entire leadership group gets together and cover budget items and such. The topics are not nearly as important as the food. Multiple cakes and brownies, quiches, all sorts of cookies and snack foods. People load plates before and after these meetings. I have never seen spreads like this company puts out and the food is excellent!!! I am surprised everyone there is not 500 lbs.
Today was something where everyone was served cake and ice cream. I am not sure the reason, but come 2pm everywhere I looked staff had cake and ice cream. It is so hard to be good when food is everywhere!!
I want to see the budget for food and who is responsible...thank god its not my department!!!
Praying for the end!!!
This week has been HELL!!! Monday was not all bad and Tuesday was the whole tire incident and that sort of put me behind for the week. So I have spent most of Wed and Thur catching up and the long hours are catching up with me.
I worked until 8 both nights and did manage to squeeze in a little homework time. I have a huge project due Monday and I am struggling to put it all together.
But today is Friday and I think that I am back on track. My goal is to leave work on time and finish up my project and then enjoy as much of the weekend as possible. Sleep would be welcome about now, but that will have to wait until Sunday.
I worked until 8 both nights and did manage to squeeze in a little homework time. I have a huge project due Monday and I am struggling to put it all together.
But today is Friday and I think that I am back on track. My goal is to leave work on time and finish up my project and then enjoy as much of the weekend as possible. Sleep would be welcome about now, but that will have to wait until Sunday.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
How do they know..
I have been thinking a lot about the whole senator in the restroom lately. It has just made me wonder about how some people are turned on by having sex in unusual places.
Here is what I don't understand. How do you know what is in the next stall? When you go into a restroom stall all you see are feet below the partition. How do you know if those feet belong to someone who is fuckable?
I thought about this yesterday while hubby and I were at dinner. We both dashed into the restroom before our meal. My other half will only use a stall to take a leak, but the urinal is fine with me. Anyway, one stall was occupied so he popped into the vacant one.
I was outside waiting for the slowpoke to join me when the occupant of the stall exited. He was a server at the restaurant and flawless!! Hubby came out and we joked about how he should have been tapping that foot while he was in the stall.
It made me think about how you know if a hottie is in the box next to you? I don't know, maybe those folks who fuck in bathroom stalls don't have high standards on who they do, but if they tap the wrong foot they could end up with grandpa (or a U.S. Senator).
Here is what I don't understand. How do you know what is in the next stall? When you go into a restroom stall all you see are feet below the partition. How do you know if those feet belong to someone who is fuckable?
I thought about this yesterday while hubby and I were at dinner. We both dashed into the restroom before our meal. My other half will only use a stall to take a leak, but the urinal is fine with me. Anyway, one stall was occupied so he popped into the vacant one.
I was outside waiting for the slowpoke to join me when the occupant of the stall exited. He was a server at the restaurant and flawless!! Hubby came out and we joked about how he should have been tapping that foot while he was in the stall.
It made me think about how you know if a hottie is in the box next to you? I don't know, maybe those folks who fuck in bathroom stalls don't have high standards on who they do, but if they tap the wrong foot they could end up with grandpa (or a U.S. Senator).
The inner lesbian
If yesterday had been a fish, I would have thrown it back in the water!
The day started out harmless enough with my morning coffee and Anderson (his nightly show is replayed at 0500). Then I was off for another day of work.
On my way to work I go to pass a truck on the narrow streets of Pittsburgh and the truck swerves over into my lane causing me to swerve to my right. When I swerved to avoid the truck I hit a jutting of the curb with my back tire. Made an awful sound. Then as I drove the next few feet I waited. I just knew the tire was blown, but the ride was still smooth. So I went on.
About 1/2 to my work I have to travel this upward winding road. And on my first turn I heard the noise and could feel the car shake a bit. By then there were no places to pull over. So I crossed my fingers and prayed that I would make it to my parking lot.
I finally made it and then was able to get out to examine the damage. Back tire shredded, but the fender and all were in tact. Years earlier a shredded tire tore up a fender.
So instead of changing the tire then (everyone was arriving for work) I took an early day and changed it before leaving.
I must admit I rather enjoyed changing the tire myself. It somehow made me feel a little manly there for a while (that feeling soon faded). So the flat gave me an excuse to drop the car off for service and do a little shopping for myself.
So with manual labor interrupting my Tuesday I am hoping today things will return to normal.
The day started out harmless enough with my morning coffee and Anderson (his nightly show is replayed at 0500). Then I was off for another day of work.
On my way to work I go to pass a truck on the narrow streets of Pittsburgh and the truck swerves over into my lane causing me to swerve to my right. When I swerved to avoid the truck I hit a jutting of the curb with my back tire. Made an awful sound. Then as I drove the next few feet I waited. I just knew the tire was blown, but the ride was still smooth. So I went on.
About 1/2 to my work I have to travel this upward winding road. And on my first turn I heard the noise and could feel the car shake a bit. By then there were no places to pull over. So I crossed my fingers and prayed that I would make it to my parking lot.
I finally made it and then was able to get out to examine the damage. Back tire shredded, but the fender and all were in tact. Years earlier a shredded tire tore up a fender.
So instead of changing the tire then (everyone was arriving for work) I took an early day and changed it before leaving.
I must admit I rather enjoyed changing the tire myself. It somehow made me feel a little manly there for a while (that feeling soon faded). So the flat gave me an excuse to drop the car off for service and do a little shopping for myself.
So with manual labor interrupting my Tuesday I am hoping today things will return to normal.
Monday, October 1, 2007
It is Just WRONG!!!
Carrot Top!!??!!??!!?? Buff body, but that face..Ugghhh!!! Definitely a double bagger!!!!!Sunday, September 30, 2007
Too Old for Abercrombie!!
My Hubby (God love him) has issues with dressing age appropriate. He still wants to shop in Amercrombie and other stores that are aimed at the teens and twinks. He buys shirts that have all these graphics and wears board shorts to the mall.
He is 36 going on 22 and I have had enough of it! I understand that he is going through some sort of gay-midlife-crises and I don't know how much more of it I can take.
He colors his hair, wears consealor and dresses like he is back in college. WTF! I am starting to become a little embarrassed to go out places with him, because he is reaching (hell he has reached it) the point where it is becoming obvious that he is dressing inappropriately.
I know that I should be supportive, but I don't understand this fear of getting older. I know gay men seem to worship youth, but he is not out and about clubbing and such. And he knows that I love the way the little bits of grey have sprouted around his temples and a few lines around his eyes.
I guess I am just going to have to be patient and hope this new phase passes. But if he starts wearing baggy jeans with his boxers showing then I am outta here!
He is 36 going on 22 and I have had enough of it! I understand that he is going through some sort of gay-midlife-crises and I don't know how much more of it I can take.
He colors his hair, wears consealor and dresses like he is back in college. WTF! I am starting to become a little embarrassed to go out places with him, because he is reaching (hell he has reached it) the point where it is becoming obvious that he is dressing inappropriately.
I know that I should be supportive, but I don't understand this fear of getting older. I know gay men seem to worship youth, but he is not out and about clubbing and such. And he knows that I love the way the little bits of grey have sprouted around his temples and a few lines around his eyes.
I guess I am just going to have to be patient and hope this new phase passes. But if he starts wearing baggy jeans with his boxers showing then I am outta here!
The HORROR!!!!
Ugghhhhh!! My Gators had a bad night, a very bad night! I have to remember that they are still a very young team and even though they have TEBOW he can't do it all.
What hurts the most is that they lost in the SWAMP. They lost to Auburn, a team from sister-fucking, no-teeth-having Alabama.
What hurts the most is that they lost in the SWAMP. They lost to Auburn, a team from sister-fucking, no-teeth-having Alabama.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
What is your fetish?
I have to wonder how common respectable individuals identify and develop a fetish. When does a particular like become a fetish?
I have learned about some fetishes that I think are unusual, but if others enjoy them and find partners who also indulge in the same fetish then what is the harm?
Some people I know have a thing about feet. Just looking at a nice pair of feet gets them all aroused. I can appreciate a foot or two, but can't imaging getting wood while looking at someone's feet. I also would never engage in toe sucking- the thought makes me think of freetos or something.
I have read about people into scat and seen the ads in craigslists where people want others that are into scat. This particular act is completely insane (to me). The thought of rubbing poop on another and having them do the same to me is out of the question. I guess if I were dating a man and he told me he was a scat queen it would be a deal breaker right on the spot. Does that make me a prude? I don't believe that it does, it just means that our particular fetishes are not compatible.
My hubby has a little fetish that he expresses a desire for every now and then. He wants me to piss on him. Well, that also does not make my list of things that I am willing to try. I don't look down on him for expressing his desire for the showers, but it is not something I find arousing and in fact it is a turn off (for me). I still love the little fucker, but not enough to take a wizz on his head.
I keep trying to think about what my fetish would be. There is no one thing that gets me going more than any other (or is there). If I had to pick one thing that usually gets me in the mood it would be........stomachs. I enjoy the abdomin region of a man. He does not have to be rock hard with a ripped up six-pack (it doesn't hurt). I just enjoy the look of the abdomin and torso of a man. It was the first part of my hubby that I fell in love with and I still find myself admiring his tight little belly whenevfer I get a chance.
I also find that lots of straight men will think while rubbing their stomachs and that is one of the sexiest activities they could ever do in front of me. It just seems so seductive and they do itn without even knowing it. Oh well, I guess I do have a fetish!!!
I have learned about some fetishes that I think are unusual, but if others enjoy them and find partners who also indulge in the same fetish then what is the harm?
Some people I know have a thing about feet. Just looking at a nice pair of feet gets them all aroused. I can appreciate a foot or two, but can't imaging getting wood while looking at someone's feet. I also would never engage in toe sucking- the thought makes me think of freetos or something.
I have read about people into scat and seen the ads in craigslists where people want others that are into scat. This particular act is completely insane (to me). The thought of rubbing poop on another and having them do the same to me is out of the question. I guess if I were dating a man and he told me he was a scat queen it would be a deal breaker right on the spot. Does that make me a prude? I don't believe that it does, it just means that our particular fetishes are not compatible.
My hubby has a little fetish that he expresses a desire for every now and then. He wants me to piss on him. Well, that also does not make my list of things that I am willing to try. I don't look down on him for expressing his desire for the showers, but it is not something I find arousing and in fact it is a turn off (for me). I still love the little fucker, but not enough to take a wizz on his head.
I keep trying to think about what my fetish would be. There is no one thing that gets me going more than any other (or is there). If I had to pick one thing that usually gets me in the mood it would be........stomachs. I enjoy the abdomin region of a man. He does not have to be rock hard with a ripped up six-pack (it doesn't hurt). I just enjoy the look of the abdomin and torso of a man. It was the first part of my hubby that I fell in love with and I still find myself admiring his tight little belly whenevfer I get a chance.
I also find that lots of straight men will think while rubbing their stomachs and that is one of the sexiest activities they could ever do in front of me. It just seems so seductive and they do itn without even knowing it. Oh well, I guess I do have a fetish!!!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wigs: The Dallas Line
1) Bobbie Jo
2) El Paso Sunset
3) Wild Ride
4) Two Step
5) Red Chilli
2) El Paso Sunset
3) Wild Ride
4) Two Step
5) Red Chilli
So this is what the fashion conscious Dallas woman looks like....
A Real Life Career Girl!!!
Sabrine Maui: Filipino porn star (& nurse)
When Sabrine Maui finishes nursing school, hospital admissions are set to soar. I'm already starting to feel a bit funny "down there" and I'd like her to take a look.
Porn's thriller from Manila - whose credits include 5 Guy Cream Pie 8, Bangcock Sluts and Lezervoir Dogs - is giving up a world-class sex life to devote herself to empting bedpans and wiping old ladies' bottoms.
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