tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190978242024-03-23T11:24:18.233-07:00Rant-a-rificSometimes the urge to kill is just too strong.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-30203425296541680182008-09-27T14:56:00.000-07:002008-09-27T15:03:55.490-07:00Insert *SIGH* hereI'm in Chicago this week for work and anytime I'm in a big city I end up wandering around and looking at shit and eating stuff and buying things. Chicago is a cool city I have to say. I'm hoping they send me back here sometime soon.<br /><br />lately i've been thinking so much about the state of my romantic affairs and the direction my future is going, and i've realized that action is necessary but I dont know what kind. nor do I feel like I have the strength it will take to do it. I go round and round with myself about this and today I had a small moment of clarity about it. I realized as I was sweating buckets in the windy city that I have to take small steps and just enjoy the moments that feel RIGHT until those moments outweight the wrong ones. I just have to trust that the time that action needs to come, will present itself but not until I'm ready.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-3448347953596381172008-09-15T10:22:00.000-07:002008-09-15T11:54:26.149-07:00I need your support on somethingHello All,<br /><br />all like 5 of you that are left or something..:)<br /><div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't usually get all political on my blog but this is a rare exception.</span></strong><br /><br />I have recently been given an opportunity I'm really excited about and I am hoping you will help me with support and possibly some help spreading the word.<br /><br />I have been asked to be the head of merchandising for both a one man show and a non profit foundation to help our troops.<br /><br />I encourage any of you that support our military men and women (regardless of which side you are on about this current deployment of them) to check out more information about the foundation on the website: <a href="http://www.mehadifoundation.org/">http://www.mehadifoundation.org/</a> </div><br /><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mehadifoundation.org/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246309233132523410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmW_apI6mt3oUHqLs0zHGE7FcSez3a6BF6eBGHKIBbEfaBRd05cNVT1QrGXFu727resxkH8ANn0wtUWMmPhHbQfbx_Z4wjnWXApR0PUZglMQBqbAi_BfXO-OX1ZiujebJwYxqGA/s400/mehadi_01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Jeff Key started the foundation after his return from Iraq to help fund healing and help for those soldiers dealing with emotional and addiction issues following a return from duty. The foundation also raises money to help rebuild and help those communities in Iraq that have been ruined by war.<br /><br /><div>One of the ways that he is doing this is by traveling his <a href="http://www.eyesofbabylon.com/">one man show</a> to raise funds and awareness of the reality of being a soldier. The show is really lovely, it's very personal and moving and gives you such a great insight into his thoughts and feelings while being overseas. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246323170681992082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPb0WKIEAUParzwHEWFcRrPRGiFa-4Tg-WtMf6fDjGVEufLG1hPrNmWDKcWVXWzSEhmn1a06hYN2aAJ4ym2Hg7SAeU9gNfI5ptciSn6MrFfP-x-l4NK5gQeTktZ1gi69r8RQEl0A/s400/index.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div>If you are reading this and you are in support of our men and women that serve in the armed forces, please visit the websites and if you feel inclined, make a donation. If that isn't possible (as I know it isn't always a possibility) I just have one favor to ask and that is this:</div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Can you spread the word about this foundation and this show? This new responsibility means a lot to me and I am very flattered to have been asked to run merchandising for this foundation. If you could link to the websites on your blog or even just back to this post, it would mean a great deal. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div>I know not everyone out there on the web agrees politically or about such matters, but one thing is for sure, we should all be supporting our men and women fighting. </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Thanks! <a href="http://eyesofbabylon.com/"><br /></div></a></div></div>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-56742087921161233212008-08-14T15:06:00.000-07:002008-08-14T15:07:45.342-07:00My new Favorite ThingSo.....<br /><br />I have been getting into stand up comedy lately and I'm sharing this with you for a few reasons.<br /><br />I'm narcissistic and I want you to watch me.<br />One of my friends can't access any other files at work so basically I am uploading for him to watch:)<br /><br />So, enjoy or whatever:)<br /><br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="355" width="425" align="middle" data="http://lite.SyncLive.com/SLLiteWeb/home/Player/SyncLiteFS.swf?showid=22721&autoplay=true"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /><br /> <param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://lite.SyncLive.com/SLLiteWeb/home/Player/SyncLiteFS.swf?showid=22721&autoplay=true" /><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /></object><br /><a target="_new" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYXBwLnN5bmNsaXZlLmNvbT9zaG93LzIyNzIx">Watch this show and more at SyncLive.com</a>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-61278594416895628162008-08-13T23:07:00.000-07:002008-08-13T23:13:25.305-07:00I look famous!According to My Heritage.com I look like Vivien Leigh! <br /><br /><br /><br /><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1"><tbody><tr><td height="1"><embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/L/28/h6z497_21678391bc3a84jsh6jk97" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="340" width="340"></embed></td></tr></tbody></table><p><a href="http://www.myheritage.com/">MyHeritage</a>: <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph">Celebrity Morph</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/geneology">Geneology </a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-family-tree">Free family tree</a></p><br /><br />and frighteningly like raven simone!<br /><br /><br /><table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"><tr><td height="1"><embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/L/28/nk5e50_9216307dcc3a848le3sx50" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></td></tr></table><p><a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >MyHeritage</a>: <a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >Family trees</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy" >Genealogy</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities" >Celebrities</a>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-59457643316989000962008-08-10T21:37:00.000-07:002008-08-10T22:34:45.578-07:00A Selfish AffairI went on a date today. With myself.<br /><br />And I'm planning on doing it again. GASP!<br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"> </div><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I realize there are possibly some of you out there (I got your comment PTG, I'm Sorry!) that are like "she's gone for MONTHS and now this bullshit?!". Here's the short explanation: Yes. This is it, I'm back I guess, or something. I appreciate all of your patience.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>So I went on a date of sorts with myself today. I really needed it. It feels like it's been a lifetime since I've been on a proper date. The kind where you go to a scheduled activity but then find time before and after to just wander around and learn about each other. I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium today. It was really incredible! I encourage anyone that lives in that area, or visits often or is looking for a vacation to GO! The water is gorgeous, there are tons of little shops and restaurants and all kinds of fun stuff around and great people watching! </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>I think there is great truth in the idea of loving yourself before you can or should love someone else. I also think it's easier to accept love from a person when you love you and they love them. I realize that's a heavy thought right now, but just let it sink in over time. I decided it was full well time I fell in love with myself. I'm not sure that I ever have and If I did, I kind of lost it. So I went on a date today. And it was LOVELY. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>The Aquarium is beautiful and fascinating and basically just stunning all around. I will be very honest with you and say that I only went at the urging of a friend (Thank you Einstein) and my uncle. I thought to myself "what else do I have to lose? I'm down here over the weekend, not going anywhere" so I went. I learned something new about myself (such a great thing on a date). I am fascinated by undersea wildlife! Being so close to those creatures felt really humbling. All of that is going on BELOW the surface, amazing! </div><br /><div> </div><br />I then took myself to dinner and ate over the ocean. That's right, at a restaurant that hangs out OVER the pacific. GORGEOUS. I'm not sure what my life has in store for me next, or what path I'll choose but I do know this. I feel extremely hopeful about my future.<br /><br />I took a leisurely walk back to my car and on the way bought myself some yummy Ghirardelli chocolates and some little gifts for the roommate and the dog:)<br /><br />On my way back to my hotel (about an hour) I blasted the Broadway show tune channel on satellite radio (yes I'm a huge geek) and just thought about the day I'd had. I wasn't focused on "boy wouldn't this be so much better if a significant other (or insert name here) was here with me? No. I was excited about discovering that I am fascinated by the ocean. That I can entertain myself. That I have so many layers and they are all amazing, and also that I can do anything I want and I will be OK.<br /><br />In closing, thanks for sticking with me folks, I feel happy that you somehow knew I'd be back some day. Here are some pictures from my little trip. Go on a date with yourself!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Huge FISH! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Esr9p_UTCm4ERxI_KdfiK63WAH0vcJ-GebaarqANLAtLBKNjXJHZglYU42PiIyNWZrteb_ILQAJSXw8kMHea2ayI7mresettLFvrBDl6meuNHQApxUeZqf_6hZvg2svNyhNRaA/s1600-h/BigDaddyFish.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Esr9p_UTCm4ERxI_KdfiK63WAH0vcJ-GebaarqANLAtLBKNjXJHZglYU42PiIyNWZrteb_ILQAJSXw8kMHea2ayI7mresettLFvrBDl6meuNHQApxUeZqf_6hZvg2svNyhNRaA/s200/BigDaddyFish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233127655640529170" border="0" /></a><br />Who knew the beach made me so happy?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1pAt77FBA_R_2k21c6dorFC1nm4Vgwq0BKrc9FpK0ji3EwvdGn_Ln6loG2JJeU-3-UJOZuFokYQJ5a9UrnvMmf9qdTceL-_dRJVuSiXhteNXdX3ZTJu7xWmPkeeoBO-LKunZng/s1600-h/happinessisthebeach.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1pAt77FBA_R_2k21c6dorFC1nm4Vgwq0BKrc9FpK0ji3EwvdGn_Ln6loG2JJeU-3-UJOZuFokYQJ5a9UrnvMmf9qdTceL-_dRJVuSiXhteNXdX3ZTJu7xWmPkeeoBO-LKunZng/s200/happinessisthebeach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233127656262496658" border="0" /></a><br />JELLIES!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XKdpewYY5KPdDseD_2L6X9fePWjletq2HHnv39LF8EB00eEI0RznwwR_rex6edWaftR8XkV15Jy5x_vjCJ0eVsTTcovBRpupbxLA3sdD7-_q7IYYEMU0rlu29fhlDBxlQKWNLQ/s1600-h/Jellies!.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XKdpewYY5KPdDseD_2L6X9fePWjletq2HHnv39LF8EB00eEI0RznwwR_rex6edWaftR8XkV15Jy5x_vjCJ0eVsTTcovBRpupbxLA3sdD7-_q7IYYEMU0rlu29fhlDBxlQKWNLQ/s200/Jellies!.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233127679830218706" border="0" /></a><br />OMFG! CUTE ASS PENGUINS<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8lf-KGuURWO0wHyBXUKycVMvHuQdX1o9TCfNjqZODOdd6GgvOIp_hY5XRDyflmFqR-UXOr9iSaWZdBQJP9-XHKtJxCD5T63rrfjBp54Oapbn6OZZ-9_clQD-egzMIffwtc_fDw/s1600-h/Penguin.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8lf-KGuURWO0wHyBXUKycVMvHuQdX1o9TCfNjqZODOdd6GgvOIp_hY5XRDyflmFqR-UXOr9iSaWZdBQJP9-XHKtJxCD5T63rrfjBp54Oapbn6OZZ-9_clQD-egzMIffwtc_fDw/s200/Penguin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233127686331547666" border="0" /></a><br />Carmel By the Sea: probably paradise for sure.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMFJZcbJnE2GDvTg8JDNgM1qRtOqvNxJ0pQsG4jANNDSA-upFa3ChWoBxi8ufjN61T2XJqXGlWTtv7_Vh-DZ6KIYbpIUhGhmdggf2Ci8GcMRoNaknq2OvMB8QYQpKF8637YPaqA/s1600-h/Carmel.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMFJZcbJnE2GDvTg8JDNgM1qRtOqvNxJ0pQsG4jANNDSA-upFa3ChWoBxi8ufjN61T2XJqXGlWTtv7_Vh-DZ6KIYbpIUhGhmdggf2Ci8GcMRoNaknq2OvMB8QYQpKF8637YPaqA/s200/Carmel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233127291674753266" border="0" /></a>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-56602702910201002612008-04-07T13:17:00.000-07:002008-04-08T09:10:35.385-07:00OMG!! WTF!1! A NEW POST!<div>yes yes i know. I have been so neglectful. I would like to say that it's because I'm doing something really amazing like curing cancer, but no such luck. I've been distracted by a man. It makes me shudder just typing that because I have lived my life so adamantly against letting a man run, ruin, or disrupt my life in any way. Particularly in a chaotic way. But life is just not yours for the choosing most of the time and I got hit hard by that little a-hole cherub with a bow and arrow.<br /><br />(why hasn't someone taken the archery equipment away from that little bastard yet anyway?!)<br /><br />Some of you loyal readers (and I do appreciate your loyalty, please believe me) may remember <a href="http://comelistentomebitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html">this post</a> about <a href="http://comelistentomebitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/relationship-by-any-other-mediumor.html">this man.</a> Well that one or two months has now turned into about 5. Yes. It has taken him 5 months to get home from across the country but you know what? After this weekend I know why and although it has been extremely difficult, I forgive him.<br /><br />My life has been Disneyland compared to how he grew up. That is not really an excuse however and some choices he made over the last 2 years before he met me have contributed to a hell of a lot of chaos in his life. He admits that he hasn't made the best of decisions over the last 2 years and his karma is now suffering horrendously for it.<br /><br />This is my second trip out here to see him and I know some might (and probably are) ask themselves "why would you go through all that when he can't even show you how much he cares by getting his ass home?" Simple.<br /><br />This man loves me like no man has ever loved me. The connection we have is miraculous. So comfortable, so easy. My hand never wants for his, my lower back has been warmed for 4 days straight by his hand on it. I've never been kissed on the forehead so much in my life. He makes me laugh: like crack up, snorting, snot out your nose, pee your pants kind of laughing. He tells me constantly how amazing I am. How kind he thinks I am, how he doesn't deserve me. Whether he does or not I don't think matters, whether we both feel equal and partnered well matters a great deal more I think.<br /><br />The first time I came here to see him, I was only here for about 1.5 days and we spent a great afternoon together before he had to go to where he was working to be able to afford having to stay for a few weeks. The minute he entered my hotel room it was not at all as if we hadn't met in person yet, It was as if we hadn't seen each other in months, as if we'd known each other for years and had been together plenty of times.<br /><br />I can only describe this weekend not just the same as that, but so much better. We spent every day I was here together. Took the train to a historic town north of the city and spent a few hours rolling around, giving each other raspberries and making love. (sorry family members that read this)<br /><br />He brought me to the airport today and it was like all those ridiculous movies you see on lifetime. I got all teary eyed and he told me it would be ok. I never imagined I'd feel this way about a person or they about me. He keeps telling me 'I never imagined I could ever love someone so much'. I feel exactly the same.<br /><br />They say people "just know when it's the one". I know I am in no place to get married and we both discussed the fact that we are in NO hurry to be married, but we both admitted that we think about a future together. I don't think I ever really honestly saw myself with any of my boyfriends long term. Not really 'marriage potential' until now. Who knows what the future holds? I don't, you don't. But I am excited for what it will hold for us together going forward.<br /><br /><br />Here is a picture from my trip. Happy and Cute no?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186907437307020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosRAPP-jCk2oTKANyvBgmdAamTT-ov7b-hrZKi2murVRUZArtxa-NOr5gXyuU7z1u6baniHtWQQ1nZWCkeITfSk6ykpQi8Ke65neKGvQPhXxW12hYlSS7XH2c1g4Td1GEY8Lvew/s200/TimNEm.jpg" border="0" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1uy9o9QFuIBRMRE-vZo1l2m7_qd-cC3YYl4P5NKHlA9fOe4Z_ERCZA2cxaSj-ZQ6FKk7gRWwblGot-sI62EHdr6PJ9ub391kZ9a-Uq-wX4KzHY-oJO6k9oBA4c2Sw-WDNWh6f9A/s1600-h/TimEmBW.jpg"></a></div>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-44929788446698678112008-01-27T17:25:00.000-08:002008-01-27T17:28:33.420-08:00Snowed InSo I'm at home tonight when I thought I would be in sunny Denver Colorado because it snowed so much here that they CLOSED the airport. just...WOW.<br /><br /><br />all day long I have had the WORST pain in my lower ab/uterus region. I attributed it to my "woman time". I just realized that's not it at all....<br /><br />I seriously think I pulled my lower abs masturbating. Who knew that was possible? I guess I know what to be prepared for the next time I try a new position.<br /><br />Just sayin.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-84919624183144171072008-01-20T22:57:00.001-08:002008-01-20T22:58:33.113-08:00A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes...I just wanted to share with everyone that tonight I fulfilled in a small way a dream of mine that I have had for a little while now....<br /><br /><br />I did Open Mic stand up! I was only up there for about 2 minutes I think but they laughed!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!<br /><br />Thanks for sharing this with me:)HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-25816748490486247532008-01-18T10:33:00.000-08:002008-01-18T10:38:14.543-08:00LOVE YOUR CERVIX!!!I am on the mailing list for Planned Parenthood. Regardless of how you feel about certain procedures that they provide or the whole entire birth control issue, I got an email today that is extremely important no matter what you think about family planning.<br /><br />Your Cervix.<br /><br />or the Cervix of your loved one(s)<br /><br />This is part of the body of the email, please read it and do what it says, it's extremely important for the health of every woman in this world.<br /><br /><br />Top Three Ways to Love Your Cervix(or the Cervix of Someone You Love)<br /><br />1. <a href="http://www.ppaction.org/ct/971MRO11PrzF/FindHealthCenter" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Get a Pap test.</a> I know, I know, this seems obvious. But think about it: When WAS your last Pap test? Start taking care of it this very moment. It couldn't be more important, and Planned Parenthood couldn't make it easier for you to <a href="http://www.ppaction.org/ct/971MRO11PrzF/FindHealthCenter" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">find your nearest health center and make an appointment.</a> Please don't put it off; you owe me a Pap and a cervical cancer screening at least once a year: <a href="http://www.ppaction.org/ct/971MRO11PrzF/FindHealthCenter" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Make your appointment now.</a><br /><br />2. <a href="http://www.ppaction.org/ct/971MRO11PrzF/FindHealthCenter" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Get the HPV vaccine.</a> You may have heard about this one in the news — well, now it's time to take advantage of it. Protect me from the types of human papilloma virus (HPV) responsible for 70 percent of all cervical cancer cases, not to mention genital warts. <a href="http://www.ppaction.org/ct/o71MRO11PrzK/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Check out these YouTube videos</a> to learn more about me, HPV, and the HPV vaccine.<br /><br />3. <a href="http://www.ppaction.org/ct/9p1MRO11Prz-/SaferSex" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Have safer sex.</a> Okay, duh. But seriously, when I say safer, I mean using protection every time. Add HPV and cervical cancer to the long list of reasons why safer sex is sexier sex, and remember: your cervix cannot protect you, so please protect your cervix. <a href="http://www.ppaction.org/ct/9p1MRO11Prz-/SaferSex" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Find out more about protection and safer sex here.</a><br /><br /><br /><br />utilize the links if you need to for resources on pap tests and possibly the HPV vaccine. I am still undecided about the vaccine but it seems to have done good for many women, check it out at least!HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-17730287141503022752008-01-17T08:01:00.001-08:002008-01-17T08:06:12.864-08:00Who is PAYING FOR THIS?!I check the <a href="http://www.fark.com/"><span style="color:#006600;">Fark</span></a> regularly. This morning there was the first 2008 story about hookers being arrested in NY. (I'm sure there are many more to come, but I digress)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.cbs6albany.com/news/prostitution_1253512___article.html/police_schenectady.html"><span style="color:#006600;">Check out these awful, half dead, worn out, disease ridden looking hookers.</span> </a><br /><br />I understand that getting hookers is not always about not being able to get any, it's also about secret sex so that your spouse or significant other doesn't know. But here's what I have to say about this:<br /><br />GO INTO ANY BAR. THERE IS A WOMAN THERE GUARANTEED TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU IF YOU PAY ATTENTION TO HER LONG ENOUGH.* <br /><br />And she's probably a hell of a lot cuter than those disgusting prostitutes. <br /><br /><br /><br />*<span style="font-size:85%;">Before I get angry "but you're supposed to be a feminist" emails, just think for a moment about all the men and women out there that have little to no respect for themselves and sleep with anything or anyone that they encounter. That's who I'm talking about, I'm not suggesting take advantage of someone, you don't have to, they'll come to you.</span>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-71927250309059185412008-01-14T17:45:00.000-08:002008-04-07T14:16:39.054-07:00An UpdateThere have been a few queries by folks about the situation with <a href="http://comelistentomebitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/relationship-by-any-other-mediumor.html"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">this gentleman</span></a>.<br /><br />Things are, how should I say.....stagnant?<br /><br />It's a very long story (as it always is) and he is still there and I am still here and we have cooled things off a bit and I am just waiting for him to come home and take me out and prove to me that he is not a total a-hole. (I don't think he is, I think he is in a shitty place in his life and it was the WRONG time to meet each other but I'm sure everyone has their opinion)<br /><br />In the meantime I've been having some pretty damn good sex with myself (go me!)<br /><br />I have nothing else to rant about at the moment, and I have to jet as I have a board meeting tonight. BLEH.<br /><br />Note to the reader: If someone woos you into being on the board of directors for a local community theatre........RUN LIKE HELL.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-67565949980475770292008-01-06T20:53:00.000-08:002008-01-06T20:54:45.190-08:00I have GOT to lose some weightI am very quickly approaching the outside bounds of the entire plus size clothes category. I can't NOT buy clothes!!! <br /><br />SUCK.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-49190188071790042852007-12-18T08:01:00.000-08:002007-12-18T08:41:55.866-08:00A Relationship By Any Other Medium...........Or Where the hell else am I supposed to meet men?!I'm pretty irritated at the moment. Yes, aren't you lucky, you get to read why.<br /><br />I've met a man. I met him online. He is wonderful. We've been 'seeing each other' for about a month now. He has a good portion of the requirements I wanted in a man that my therapist made me decide upon while in therapy. The rest will come in time I'm sure. He is:<br /><br />*Amazingly Kind<br />*Creative<br />*Spiritual<br />*Mature<br />*Responsible<br />*Appreciative of Spontaneity<br />*Funny<br />*Appreciative of my funny<br />*Into the Theatre (anyone that reads this blog knows this is important to me)<br />*Into Movies (again, seriously)<br /><br />I'm going to stop my list there, I could go on and on and on I'm sure. <br /><br />Here's the thing that throws most people over the edge about this:<br /><br />We haven't "met" in person yet. <br /><br />Before you freak out and leave me a crazed comment, please let me enlighten you on the situation that called for this course of action. NO, he is NOT in prison. (although a good friend told me recently that one of her best friends, a very logical, educated social worker met and then eventually married a man that she met while writing letters to in prison)<br /><br />Through a series of unfortunate events (most of them beyond his control and not his fault) he has been stuck on the east coast for over a month. The first two weeks were work (he had left the day after we first emailed), then work made him stay on because his replacement quit. He got as far as Denver and got a frantic email that his estranged mother was looking for him at his old apartment so he had to go take care of that mess and then when he was finally ready to come home there was an emergency room stay followed by bumped flights home because of a blizzard. Now I know enough about life to know that it screws you in the ass the first chance it gets. This may only happen once, but it's probably going to be the worst ass screwing you ever get. This is his ass screwing and it just so happened to fall right after we chatted the first time. In the meantime, we have spent over a month on the phone, on IM, emailing and text messaging. I know this man better than I knew my last boyfriend, and I had SEX with him for 3 months. I have not had sex with this man, nor have I even really thought about it until recently and only because I have become attracted to him in so many other ways. Although this situation sucks for both of us (particularly him and his being trapped in the NE) we both agreed it was the right thing to happen, it forced us to court each other, get to know each other on a level that was not clouded by sex or social pressures, etc. The craziness has finally ended and he is coming home within the next few days, I'm picking him up at the airport and we couldn't be more excited to see each other. He is mad for me and tells me daily. I feel the same way. <br /><br />Where's the RANT part you say? This is "Rant-a-rific". Touche.<br /><br />I have at least 2 friends that have plainly told me they are "suspicious" of him and flat out that they think he is a "pathological liar and is playing me". Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their concern but please know I am no fool. I have already double checked, address, phone number and driven by the house. I did those within the first 2 days of him telling them to me. I know how to protect myself and I have met a lot of men online and found the patterns that a liar uses. I'm no spring chicken at this. More importantly I have the not so tangible method of trusting my gut. I have a pretty damn good radar for people, and the sad truth is that every guy that ever hurt me (unless we were young and he had no idea what he was doing) I got a vibe from. I knew they weren't right but I dated them (or slept with them) anyway. Well, I KNOW that this one is good, I can feel it. The part that kills me about this whole situation is that those 2 friends (as well as a whole host of other people I reckon) would not even bat an eyelash had I met this man through letter writing to a soldier. (If you can think of a better example please tell me, this is the best I got). People fall in love with soldiers overseas all the time. They begin as pen pals, and then fall in love through these letters and end up together when the soldier returns home. I realize that not all of these last forever and I am not basing my situation on theirs, I am simply saying that in that situation, it would not be considered odd if that soldier was to return home and through no fault of his own had to stay on deployment, or was stuck at a base for a few days or a week or was sent to another location for a few days. These things would be considered normal, and waiting for that in person meeting would be something to be excited about, not looked down on. <br /><br />I am EFFING tired of meeting people online being thought of and looked on as such a "risky" thing to do. May I remind everyone that Ted Bundy met women in bars and on the street and he KILLED THEM. My ex boyfriend I met at work, and he broke my heart. <br /><br />DATING IS RISKY. Period. Doesn't matter where you meet people, you have to be careful with yourself, your heart. <br /><br />I am mad for this man, nay, I LOVE HIM. I don't care what anyone says, he loves me too and I will meet him at that airport and it will be one of the happiest days of my life.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-19580566770183809912007-11-30T07:21:00.000-08:002007-11-30T07:23:40.763-08:00Who publishess this crap?!<a href="http://www.abcnews.go.com/Health/Sex/story?id=3932047&page=1">This is exactly what the world needs.</a><br /><br />A news story that tells our kids to start fucking YOUNGER. <br /><br /><br />JESUS CHRIST this culture is dumb. happy unplanned pregnancy and STI's!HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-23249279933817215092007-11-18T11:27:00.000-08:002007-11-18T11:35:15.519-08:00If I have to...flip through one more romantic comedy on tv.........Well I have no idea what I'll do but it won't be pretty, that's guaranteed.<br /><br /><a href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/t/5/6/theweddingdateposter.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/t/5/6/theweddingdateposter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Just... BARF.</span>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-56776307767903413162007-11-14T07:15:00.000-08:002007-11-14T07:21:01.965-08:00It doesn't make me feel very good..that one of the things I'm best at is pushing men away by being a sarcastic bitch.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://dwave.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/congratulations-idiot-t-shirt.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand" height="309" alt="" src="http://dwave.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/congratulations-idiot-t-shirt.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And this one actually likes me.<br /><br /><br /><br />Somebody beat me over the head or something.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-58970797715778246582007-11-02T06:14:00.000-07:002007-11-02T06:17:53.561-07:00Your Bloody Well Right..Never fear my companions...I will be posting pictures when I am home and able to sort through them and find just the perfect ones to share. I will let you know that my vacation abroad is going quite well and many exciting and fun things have been happening; including but not limited to:<br /><br />*Getting picked up by a stranger in Leicester Square Garden<br />*British Karaoke<br />*Seeing Shakespeare's Grave<br />*Buying Things<br />*Riding Trains<br />*Getting quite acustomed to underground travel<br />*Drinking Beer<br /><br />There is always more to say and to see and so I bid you all ~CHEERS!!<br /><br />but just for the moment.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-1127545982851125752007-10-23T22:33:00.000-07:002007-10-23T22:34:04.836-07:00Jolly GoodI'm going to England.<br /><br />TOMORROW!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Just sayin.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-15935076747227656692007-10-16T11:09:00.000-07:002007-10-16T11:47:11.456-07:00In my day they punished being a Brat. Now they promote it.I will preface this post by saying that I do not have children. I have never had to raise a daughter. I DO however have lots of friends with little girls that I spend a decent amount babysitting and *hopefully* mentoring. I am quite disturbed by this whole "<a href="http://www.bratz.com/">BRATZ</a>" phenomenon. <div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>I know that one of the arguments I usually hear when I bring up the fact that I think Bratz dolls are inappropriate for little girls is "well barbie didn't do much better". I have to disagree with that statement. I think that although barbie did (and still does) give an unrealistic body image expectation (especially considering that the majority of the US is overweight) she was much better at showing our young girls (and boys I guess if they had barbies) how to respect themselves and that they could be anything they wanted to be. On the Bratz website they barely hint at this and it seems almost as a means to countering the overpowering message of sex and tantrums to get you where you want to be. Let's see some evidence to show my point.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrrEr8usEs8xh0PQSxGXwKSHYTdFBV7Q8hugsbaQ0Bam1TI99R61HzBnHvXVP827KqC17y1iXzZtOTuBQlM8xPORcFiA2J_zc0tnr1yrQzosjdOv3Wmu9LH9BXK1T-2QGrFXbaw/s1600-h/bratz_fashion_pixies_cloe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122006287617275218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrrEr8usEs8xh0PQSxGXwKSHYTdFBV7Q8hugsbaQ0Bam1TI99R61HzBnHvXVP827KqC17y1iXzZtOTuBQlM8xPORcFiA2J_zc0tnr1yrQzosjdOv3Wmu9LH9BXK1T-2QGrFXbaw/s320/bratz_fashion_pixies_cloe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKjV6krRKTI7pOmW6L_VmeX_ysLN2ANyAVsQAucMOMyCQ9Y3HjYzABndi1cl6dVzC8lORqqyqYf8DX-6-qedXGSpAhInMI7shyphenhyphenyN2fVSlYHJChNxil-pPvQz5LHf-RQirTiWvEg/s1600-h/barbie2005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122001588923053346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKjV6krRKTI7pOmW6L_VmeX_ysLN2ANyAVsQAucMOMyCQ9Y3HjYzABndi1cl6dVzC8lORqqyqYf8DX-6-qedXGSpAhInMI7shyphenhyphenyN2fVSlYHJChNxil-pPvQz5LHf-RQirTiWvEg/s320/barbie2005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFyIEi5DK0pqmrHnEnUNM-6uY5YCGtwlX-ItqTr5bkFctY0csXBaAICh9WyXGJNByQTtUAWHaI8M_-E0h0HKMVYqCaEPH2qOHDGRbnUcJmd-YCr1uebIT-KR45K8_gk4Q20j09A/s1600-h/TeenTalk.jpg"></a><br /></div><br /><br />Let's ignore for a minute the amount of make up she is wearing (cause let's face it, Barbie's a little overdone herself...) but the facial features themselves are completely exxagerated in a sexual manner. The huge eyes that are shaped very sultry and I have no clue how they did this with plastic and paint but made them very obviously quite "beckoning" and sensual. Barbie's eyes are almond shaped as well and indicate a more mature woman, but I do not get a sexual vibe from them, she looks friendly, not fuckable. Barbie's mouth is in a nice approachable smile, with teeth showing, which tells us she's healthy and probably going to be nice to us. The Fairy Bratz doll on the other hand (and all the other Bratz dolls by the way) have the overly pouted lip glossed mouth that I'm sure some male friends that would refer to as <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=D+S+Ls">DSL's</a>.</div></div></div></div><br /><div>To a lesser extent but still bothersome is the clothing on these dolls:</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfief3nb8ac1s6w2NxXtP0jXsT0lWkdEEuKXzAzq3Qq3obGg2nbH6kBRbthg2kbrkYb3Ad0dAMI6MqKBL4kZ0HarApojb5wwIi3oZgtaSqYSOHELL_dVcAGB3DVZpoiFqchFAKkw/s1600-h/BRATZ010707_228x377.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122005222465385778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfief3nb8ac1s6w2NxXtP0jXsT0lWkdEEuKXzAzq3Qq3obGg2nbH6kBRbthg2kbrkYb3Ad0dAMI6MqKBL4kZ0HarApojb5wwIi3oZgtaSqYSOHELL_dVcAGB3DVZpoiFqchFAKkw/s320/BRATZ010707_228x377.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhetPSoxo_cBkcdk0yzJl8qWHRZ0GyoVTbChdtKeRNGbWamnTRMUkf4_OFMHXZUF3v8zsnsyyv4Zt96767THZUJqzi9BF_HkuBUcZeuy7U_ALGn9UfORhKMx8OmD_iRW-bFlDhakA/s1600-h/barbie_and_the_pooping_dog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122005609012442434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhetPSoxo_cBkcdk0yzJl8qWHRZ0GyoVTbChdtKeRNGbWamnTRMUkf4_OFMHXZUF3v8zsnsyyv4Zt96767THZUJqzi9BF_HkuBUcZeuy7U_ALGn9UfORhKMx8OmD_iRW-bFlDhakA/s320/barbie_and_the_pooping_dog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Although both dolls are wearing a shirt that shows their tummy, Barbie's is a cute Tshirt that seems to have ridden up while walking her dog, the Bratz doll is wearing a skimpy tank top that shows her belly and says "babe" in sparkly letters. You might think that I picked the most normal looking barbie and the most horrendous looking Bratz I could find for this but I merely did a <a href="http://www.google.com/">Google</a> search and these are what came up. Most of the other Barbie images were special edition Barbies and I wanted something indicative of the norm. The same thing goes for the Bratz, this is not a special edition, this is what they all look like. While I cannot really pin down the exact pieces of clothing that these dolls wear and how they are either appropriate or innapropriate, I think it's obvious by the entire look of the dolls. Barbie looks fun and casual, the Bratz doll looks like a hooker. </div><div> </div><div>Why are we teaching our children to be easy, demanding, and obsessed with material things? This is not the way a person gets ahead in this world, at least not really. I think it really says something when our children are being hyper sexualized and yet their education about their bodies is being all but taken away. </div><div>I don't have any children, yet. You can believe that when I do, the only time they will hear "Bratz" is when I tell them not to act like one. </div></div></div>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-91512753525371500652007-10-09T14:30:00.000-07:002007-10-09T15:28:29.478-07:00If you can't beat 'em, pretend to join 'emI am completely disgusted by a new tactic that the pro-life movement has used to essentially trick people into making christian faith-based decisions about unplanned pregnancy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A <a href="http://www.lifeservices.org/index.htm">Pro-Life group</a> here at home has recently opened a <a href="http://beyondchoice.org/index.html">clinic</a> in my old college town and are calling it "IChoice". The name "IChoice" somehow indicates that they are possibly in alignment with the pro-choice movement. <strong>They are not.</strong><br /><br />I have never had any desire to tell someone that is pro-life that they are wrong, or that they should change their mind. It is their mind, they may do as they wish. HOWEVER, I find it egregious for a group like this to couch their agenda in a mysterious term like "IChoice". I believe they purposely chose this name to attract folks that may not align with the pro-life movement but are looking for complete, factual information and options about family planning. I can almost guarantee you they will not be offering complete, factual information about family planning. I realize that there is nothing to be done about this. They chose a business name for their clinic and are well within their rights. No amount of protesting will do anything to make this clinic change its name. I just hope that there is enough information to go around that small little college town, so that women do not get lured into a "choice" that isn't the one for them.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-78990283019077572252007-10-07T17:41:00.000-07:002007-10-07T17:42:35.914-07:00Productive, I dare say.Every piece of clothing I own is now clean. Except for the 4 pieces on my body.<br /><br />BOOYAH.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-36034125650914958782007-10-06T21:50:00.000-07:002007-10-06T22:03:16.975-07:00Does this mean you're going to track me?That damn <a href="http://www.therapygenius.blogspot.com/">PTG</a> tagged me, and although I don't usually like to do these tag thingies, I decided 8 random facts about myself wouldn't be that hard.<br /><br />THE RULES:<br />1. Post these rules before you give you the facts.<br />2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.<br />3. At the end of your post, choose (tag) someone and list their name (linking to their page).<br />4. Leave them a comment on their blog letting them know they’ve been tagged<br /><br />Here goes:<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>1. I have broken 2 bones in my life. Both toes. Both in embarassing stupid accidents.</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>2. I can spin plates like at the circus. Believe it or not I learned it in a college class, for CREDIT.</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>3. I failed the tightrope section however.</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>4. Every few years my birthday is on Thanksgiving and I get to have my favorite food on my favorite day.</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>5. I'm on a local radio station right now as a guest DJ. I'm listening to myself.</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>6. If I wasn't going to be a theatre director I would go into either sex education or sex therapy.</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>7. I could eat chocolate pudding every day for the rest of my life and not get sick of it. Not even remotely.</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>8. I have flown to Michigan for a guy. He didn't return the favor. In fact he promptly stopped talking to me.</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, there are my random facts, and now it is time for tagging of others!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.melancholytrolop.blogspot.com/">Melancholy Trollop</a> and <a href="http://www.astrangebreedoffreak.blogspot.com/">Juicy</a>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-35695282513953802662007-10-02T07:14:00.000-07:002007-10-02T07:39:00.922-07:00Why I get accosted on planes, and other tidbits of debauchery<div><br />I haven't posted in a while. Well not with anything worth while. I'm at work right now, blogging, while I should be downstairs in my classroom preparing for my participants to show up to class. That's not going to happen, the blogging will.<br /><br />When I was in California 2 weeks ago I picked up a book that I have to say has expressed exactly how I feel through most of it.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89l42AveLTTrrVC6fEu-IzJrJnIqBekxXuP7ARKTxAyl6jcwT_QTYkJ5p1AEcahBIoTaTS7-VkcH_2UEDem98G6A8ByIBbBUx3iHWqQar4wlP2ZY4nUIU0_tV-Iwi0R-yE9l0kA/s1600-h/0919072017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116743427966284994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="247" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89l42AveLTTrrVC6fEu-IzJrJnIqBekxXuP7ARKTxAyl6jcwT_QTYkJ5p1AEcahBIoTaTS7-VkcH_2UEDem98G6A8ByIBbBUx3iHWqQar4wlP2ZY4nUIU0_tV-Iwi0R-yE9l0kA/s320/0919072017.jpg" width="329" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>The very fact that I found it in the same bookstore that carries this book kind of amuses me:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5__OJ7aQujM0XHWygWatYI3h7VquyeESYBy17CUs9dSaaO10Di_HhUG5GxjnW8AfQ4bqvJgcriLIuI8GZphchGuCYQP3xZIDcrsN-19604C4OfZO56bbfd6Hj6grmRiO_3UWwQ/s1600-h/0919072016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116743728613995730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5__OJ7aQujM0XHWygWatYI3h7VquyeESYBy17CUs9dSaaO10Di_HhUG5GxjnW8AfQ4bqvJgcriLIuI8GZphchGuCYQP3xZIDcrsN-19604C4OfZO56bbfd6Hj6grmRiO_3UWwQ/s320/0919072016.jpg" width="263" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.girlwithaonetrackmind.blogspot.com/">Girl With A One Track Mind</a> is a blog written by Abby Lee. She is amazing. She is a complete sex fiend and does not care what anybody thinks or says about that. I am inspired. Her book is her first year of blog posts put into book form. </div><div>I began reading the book in the airport and then on the plane home from california. It was a two leg flight and on the flight to the first destination there was a guy across the aisle who saw the book and apparently couldn't believe his eyes:</div><div></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">"Ok, Is that like a biography? An autobiography? Is it fiction? Non-Fiction? I'm just wondering."</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">"It's a blogger that has put her posts into a book, so....."</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">"Ok, but is it fiction? non-fiction? is it true?"</span> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(Obviously has no EFFING clue what a blog is)</span></strong></em></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">"It's Non-Fiction."</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">"Oh, wow."</span> <em><strong>(Gives me a creepy awkward smile)</strong></em></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">About 10 minutes passes as he keeps glancing over at me and my book</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">I finally look up at him</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">"Ok, I just gotta ask, where do you get a book like that?"</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">"The book store."</span> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(has this guy never EVER seen the "sexuality" or "relationships" section of Barnes and Noble?)</span></em></strong></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">"Oh, wow."</span> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;">He continues to keep glancing at me in a slightly creepy way and then I finally just say:</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">"Did you want to borrow this? I mean go ahead. I have another book with me and you're more than welcome to read this till we land."</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">"Oh, no that's cool, I mean the last book I read was Tom Sawyer."</span> <em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>(Obviously wants to look like a big shot sex god but cannot even accept a book about it to read from a woman he doesn't even know)</strong></span></em></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">"Oh Honey, this is NOTHING like Tom Sawyer."</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">And that was the end of that.</span></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br />I finished this book last night and was completely inspired and put at ease. In her first year of blogging she went through almost the exact situation I went through recently with <a href="http://comelistentomebitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-could-be-very-rich-woman-by-now.html">this guy</a> (which I still do not understand but will have to just let go). I still think about him and miss him sometimes. He's so great, and we had such an amazing connection it's hard to not think of him when something would make him laugh or start a great conversation. But I am trying to be fair to myself. I would find it very hard to keep talking to him a lot, and besides he's not calling me all the time anymore either....</div><div></div><div>In the meantime I have been on a few dates and I must say that although not all of them were amazing or anything there were a few that were pretty great. 3 dates with the same guy now although I don't think it's going anywhere serious and I'm ok with that. Having someone to spend time with and watch movies with and smooch on is nice. I haven't even had sex with him yet! AMAZING!!! We have discussed the fact that he is into a fair amount of kink and I'm willing to explore it so I think the next few dates could be very interesting and there could be spanking involved (me spanking him, not the other way around.)</div><div></div><div>I don't think I have much else to say except that I went out dancing on Saturday night with some friends (among whom I am the only single one) and had a BLAST. Stayed up way too late, talked about lots of sex and ended up getting randomly danced with by a really CUTE guy holding a beer. If I hadn't been surrounded by my "voice of reason" friend I would have hauled off and put my tongue in his mouth, but I'm not quite there yet with these people. </div><div></div><div>Give it time folks, Give it time.</div>HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-23271319968385609392007-09-24T08:06:00.000-07:002007-09-24T08:10:15.192-07:00I Are AddictedI've become so addicted to this song:<br /><br /><style>.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}</style><br /><br /><div class="hov" id="Title" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 13px verdana; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 310px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" target="_blank" href="http://216.180.244.187/videos/t/timbaland/the_way_i_are-2.html">THE WAY I ARE (by Timbaland) <p><a><embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://216.180.244.187/videos/t/timbaland/the_way_i_are_704259.asx" width="300" height="280" type="application/x-mplayer2" autostart="1" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"></embed></a> <p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"><a class="ll" href="http://216.180.244.187/" target="_blank"></a></p></div><br /><br />This is one of those songs that just make me want to go out to the dance club and get all sweaty. <br /><br />HAWT.HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097824.post-35179511766953922722007-09-21T13:46:00.000-07:002007-09-21T15:42:03.924-07:00Re-Magnetized: Part DeuxOk, here is the follow up to that post from last night. <br /><br />*No, I was not exhausted FROM the guy I got picked up by. I re-read my post and realized I sounded like a huge ho.<br /><br />*No, I wasn't trying to be cutesy and explain a tow truck adventure or anything, I really did get picked up by a guy on the freeway.<br /><br />*Yes, while driving.<br /><br />*No, he wasn't creepy or weird or like an axe murderer. Actually, very sweet and CUTE!<br /><br />*Yes, I will give you the whole story below. (I just wanted to give the quick run down for those that think I ramble. Oh and by the way for those of you that think I ramble.....EFF OFF:)<br /><br /><br /><br />I found out on Monday that I would be coming to California to teach a 2 day class, Thursday and Friday. Needless to say I was scrambling about trying to get everything taken care of. Canceling friday night plans, rescheduling appointment with specialist about my watery head on Thursday and booking travel arrangements for my trip. Where I am at in California is only about an hours drive away from my aunt and uncle (the ones that live in wine country) so I figured it would be a nice thing if I could go visit them, even if only for an evening. <br /><br />After much deliberation I decided to take the smaller, more windy but more direct highway to get me there (and thank god I did). I was nearing the last quarter or so of my trip on said highway when (we shall call him "Freeway Dave") pulled up beside me. As is my usual routine I look to see who's next to me and he happens to be cute and smiling at me so I smile back. "Cute guy" I think. He keeps pulling up next to me, and waving and smiling and winking at me and I'm starting to blush of all the attention (but don't get me wrong, I'm LOVING IT). He motions to his left hand asking if I'm married, I show him my hand, I'm not. He smiles, a BIG smile. I search frantically for a pen to write my number on a piece of paper. Nothing, I had cleaned out my purse for travel. DAMNIT. I hold up my phone and shake it, he does the same. He wants my number, so I do the only thing I know to do.....I start telling him on my fingers. I start getting a little worried around the "9" because I need to take both hands off the wheel, but he seems to get all of them pretty good and I am waiting for that phone to ring. It doesn't. He pulls up next to me and motions for me to get over and I think to myself: "Either he's going to axe murder me, or something awesome is going to happen". <br /><br />I'm still here, so you know he didn't axe murder me.<br /><br />I pull over, and he comes to my window and says <strong>"Hi, I'm Dave, what's your name?"</strong><br />"HST"<br /><strong>"Well HST, you are just SO cute! I want to make sure I have this number right?"</strong><br />"Oh yeah just missing the last digit, it's zero. But way to get the rest of it, I'm impressed."<br /><strong>"I aim, to please. So where you headed?"</strong><br />"To the Bay to meet my aunt and uncle for dinner, you?"<br /><strong>"To work, I work nights. Where are you from? With that area code, that's what? Modesto?"</strong><br />"*laugh* nope, it's Eastern Washington.........the STATE."<br /><strong>"Oh, that's too bad, but perhaps you'll be down this way again soon?"</strong><br />"Oh sure, I visit when I can and work here occasionally....so you should definitely call."<br /><strong>"I will make sure to do that, HST. Oh man, you are just SO CUTE! Have a great night"</strong><br /><br />And with that he got in his car and we both took off. He texted me a couple times asking when I was headed back to WA and if I had time to go out tonight before my flight. Unfortunately I have to drive an hour plus to get to the airport I flew into so it was a no go, but we talked for about an hour last night and he wished me a goodnight and agreed to call and wake me in the morning (the hotel radio alarm was kind of shifty to be honest). My phone rang this morning and he told me to have a great day and he'd hopefully talk to me later.<br /><br />I have NO idea what will happen. More than likely: nothing. But what fun! What an adventure! Not to mention an INCREDIBLE ego boost <strong><em>exactly</em></strong> when I needed it...HSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16976147521316811845noreply@blogger.com0