Ahhh Christmas...Cheers!!

The Season of Giving

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!!!

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.

For The Seafood Lover In You!

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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

Trick or Treat

I need to find a better hiding place..

hmmmmmmmm

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

Scarry Saturday-- Bama Style

Random samplings from Craigslist - Alabama.

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******* 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!!!!

Happy Hump Day

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))

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...

Some Yum for Mon

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'."

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!!!

FREAKY FRIDAY!!!!!

Random samplings from craigslists

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pose girl!!

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Cleanliness is next to godliness

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Sazzy Dresser

Learn something new every day..

hot as a swampy anus

simile. 1: A term used to describe a room, piece of clothing, or other enclosed space that is uncomfortably hot and stuffy.
"Yeah, well it's hot as a swampy anus in this thing, so I'd appreciate it if you just told me what the hell I'm supposed to do, so I can do it."