tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90554965761649419202024-03-14T02:06:01.815-07:00The Anonymous Perils of A Single Southern WomanCONTAINS ADULT CONVERSATIONS AND MAY AT TIMES BE XXX RATEDUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger78125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-69476197254531785112016-01-06T10:34:00.000-08:002016-01-06T10:35:07.291-08:00Olympic Gold Winning, Ice Cream Eating, and Peaches Sex!<div style="text-align: center;">
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A while back I posted a blog about naughty thoughts and invited everyone to send me their naughty thoughts anonymously and I finally got one . I am totally excited to share with my fellow bloggers a mans naughty thoughts. </div>
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Men as we know are wired different. Therefore their fantasies are a wee bit different and possible twisted in the opposite direction. With that being said, I am posting a fantasy that was emailed to me from a man to put on my naughty list. We will refer to him as N. I found his fantasy quite interesting and intriguing , I hope you all enjoy a little naughty thoughts from a mans view.</div>
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Slamming you up against the wall biting your neck while I tear your panties off of you. Take my other hand an hold both your wrists up against the wall as I pat you down for weapons an wetness ....I run my hand down your thighs and up against your swollen and hard clit, siding my fingers through your wetness, as my finger runs through your wet lips I look into your eyes with passion and fire and I slowly go down and put your legs on my shoulders as I shove your pussy up into my watering mouth and I lick and suck your clit...I feel it pulsating in my mouth and swelling with excitement ...I suck, lick, suck , lick, lick spreading your pussy lips with my tongue and going inside and tongue fucking your juicy sweet pussy ...juices are everywhere ...my mouth and face covered in you as I go back for more.....<br />
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You're clawing my head forcing me to get a face full of Vitamin E (My name, lol). I can't stop tasting you, as you taste sooooo damn good. It's like the sweet nectar from a peach, with all the juices in my mouth from you. I step back and admire my work for a minute as your dripping and soaked lips are just quivering and shaking. You have sweat dripping down your brow unto your nose and down your face it rolls.<br />
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You look at me really angry and say EAT YOUR FUCKING LUNCH NOW!!!! I say YES MAAM. I grip your ass with my big hands and go back to work on you like a kid eating a ice cream. I glance as you bite your lip, your start shaking and pulsating as you scream loud OH MOTHERFUCKER OH SHIT OH OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........<br />
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You drop and start breathing heavy saying yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssssssssssss that's what I have needed for the last 5 years. oh baby, its yours!!! Thank you thank you for clearing all that cum that was up inside of me that needed to be released. I look at you and laugh and say "OH YOU'RE NOT DONE YET!. I bend you over and commence to pounding your sweet soaking pussy, POUND POUND POUND as your ass cheeks clap together from me fucking you from behind. you screaming trying to catch your breath saying oh my god...yes yes yes.<br />
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I stop and look at you and say, I DIDN'T TELL YOU, YOU COULD SPEAK, now you have to suck on my black cock, and you start sucking on it like your going for the gold in the Olympics. I stop you before you make me cum and I start fucking you again. but you enjoyed the taste of my dick in your mouth that you start talking again. so once again I make you suck on it and obey your master, but you keep on talking, so I take the head of my dick and slowly penetrate your ass and u tense up and I say if you don't be a good girl I'm gone pound this hole next. you say yes daddy. I go back to fucking your pussy and I can feel you tense and squeezing my cock as I thrust one last time and explode all in you........<br />
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Now that is some serious passion! Thank you N for your open and honest naughty thoughts. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-9274080189468617762016-01-03T19:51:00.000-08:002016-01-03T19:51:00.056-08:00What Women Want!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;">Passion, a strong feeling of enthusiasm or excitement for something or about doing something, a strong feeling that causes you to act in a dangerous way, or a strong sexual or romantic feeling for someone.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">What we want as women is passion, passion for us , toward us, and about us. If your just gliding through life please keep gliding. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Passion is essential in life and it is even more essential in love. Without passion we are just friends, roommates, colleagues, acquaintances. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Women want to be wanted, desired, pursued, lusted after. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Not a stalker , a passionate lover. One that can not go a day without touching you, kissing you, breathing you in, and wanting to be inside you! </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">There is nothing more sexy than a confident testosterone driven passionate man pursuing the woman he desires. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">The kind of passion that is deliberate and primal with a very basic, powerful and specifically primary desire to the woman he wants.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">An almost animal instinctive desire to want to, kiss, touch, lick, tease, and pleasure every single inch of you.</span><br />
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I am alive and well<br />
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I am about 15 weeks till graduation with my MASTERS DEGREE! WOW, I have actually done it.<br />
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I have embarked on several new journeys lately.<br />
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1. Graduate Grad School with a 4.0- just shy of this goal I have a 3.9<br />
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2. Become debt free - with the help of Dave Ramsey I am slowly accomplishing this one.<br />
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3. Get into better shape- Cross-fit.....Oh the struggle is real and the pain is real fabulously, so are the results.<br />
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4. Retire on a beach somewhere warm year round- working on this one<br />
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5. Get back to my blogging that I love so much!- soon very soon I will, just let me graduate so I do not get behind on my work.<br />
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I just wanted to touch base and write a short note to let everyone I am still alive and well ..turns out getting a masters degree takes a lot of studying.......Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-31725166636314688822013-12-02T10:40:00.001-08:002015-06-19T15:58:18.158-07:00Is My Wart/Diamond Showing?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Let me start at the beginning. I have been a mother, more than half the time I have been alive! I was an offspring of a dysfunctional family and ended up being a statistic in the world of teenage moms and obsolete fathers.<br />
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I find myself speechless on so many levels lately.<br />
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My life has so many turns and corners and crevasses.<br />
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I was accepted into a graduate program of a very prestigious christian college! Now anyone that reads my back ground knows I am not a very religious person.<br />
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I do believe in GOD and Jesus and a lot of religiously complicated things. However everyone always wants to know what religion I am. That brings me into a VERY long conversation, about not growing up in a religious family and finding my own way through my adult world sipping a little Kool-Aid here and there of all religions.<br />
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So as excited that I am to be pursuing my Masters Degree in an excellent school I'm just as nervous that my dysfunctional "wart" will pop up and I will be thrown out into the street by my shirt tail. Can they do that? Can the President of the school come to me one day and simply say "You are not worthy" and have me removed from his school? <br />
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Don't get me wrong I am not saying I'm broken because I was a product of and then became a teenage mom. I'm simply saying I am human and God has a purpose for me , like he does everyone.<br />
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However not everyone accepts flaws and accepts when the poorer of poor become as good as the always privileged have been. Not so often people are not fond of the "diamond in the rough" . I was coerced into seeing the Hunger Games Movies last week and it reminded me of this very thought!<br />
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I do plan attending this invite and pursuing my education, it is a driving force in my life to be a career student!<br />
So here's to letting my Wart/Diamond shine!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-17477384858683496922013-10-31T09:45:00.000-07:002013-10-31T09:45:07.587-07:00Devastated In Marital Bliss?<br />
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I don’t know this man I married! My life has turned upside down! I am so hurt,
heart broken, mad, frustrated, and overwhelmed right now. I can’t understand my
own thoughts. I am flipping back and forth from devastation to antagonism and
repugnance. I feel as if someone hijacked my life and head and left me in this
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Less than 3 weeks ago on Tuesday Oct 8<sup>th,</sup> my
husband of 1 year and 3 months had an affair! I am overwhelmed just thinking
about it. I am and have been physically ill since then with the thoughts that
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My initial reaction was anger. How could he have done this
to me? How did this happen to me? Why did it happen to me? I just don’t
understand. I can’t wrap my thoughts around the man I thought I’d spend the
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Now he would try to argue the fact that it wasn’t an affair
it was only a one night stand. It doesn’t matter what you call it, he was
unfaithful. He likes to say we had an “indiscretion” in our marriage because of
him. I want to scream at him, “indiscretion my ass, you FUCKED someone else
other than your wife, I don’t care how you sugar coat it! </div>
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You might be thinking how do I know, or how did I find out?</div>
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Well let me begin the
story from the Sunday the 6<sup>th</sup>. The kids went to their grandparents’
house for fall break, I worked all weekend and Sunday was the last night I had
with him before I went out of town to see my sisters for a week of sisterly fun
at the beach. I got off work I came home and he wanted to take me out to
dinner. So we went to Appleby’s for a bite to eat and a couple drinks. Then the
next morning I got up and drove the 6 hours to my sister’s house. </div>
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Monday was good I got to my sister’s at noon her time and I
picked her up and we went out to lunch then picked up my nephews from school, made
dinner and drank a bottle of wine. Tuesday my youngest sister and I took the
kids to school, and then we headed to the beach all alone for the entire day.
It was beautiful and relaxing. We went to lunch, hung out till dinner time then
went home grilled out and drank a bottle of wine. Talked to my husband several
time during all this. The usual, “when will you be home, I miss you, I love you”
….blah blah …. Wednesday we went to my older sisters’ house then shopping at
the outlet center and lunch and dinner out then home to drink a bottle wine.
Thursday we got up went to the mall and hung out shopping all day and eating
lunch and just enjoying out last day together till next year, we did NOT drink
a bottle of wine this night; I needed water! </div>
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Friday morning earlier than planned, I left to go home at
2:45 am! I was excited to be on my way to see my sexy husband and slip into a
new lingerie outfit I bought. So two hours earlier than he had anticipated I
pulled into my driveway, his car wasn’t home. I rushed in slipped into my
batgirl outfit from head to toe, the black and yellow corset the black garter
belt with thigh high sheer black stockings attached, with matching yellow
string tied g- string with my knee high black leather boots on…..threw some
makeup on and done my hair in a sexy tossed way, with some nice juicy red
lipstick on! </div>
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I did all this, with no sight of him at all. So I tried to
call him and beside the bed, his phone was ringing! So I pick it up, and on the
screen it says “new text message”. So I open it, to my dismay it said…” thank
you for the hookup and if you would like to try it again with a little less
alcohol next time give me a call.” </div>
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Now picture this I am standing in my bedroom in a head to
toe leather batgirl outfit with my husband phone in my hand when he walks in!
Yes I’m very serious! </div>
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I call the girl, she is positive that she didn’t send the
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This girl talks to me and tells me every detail of their
“indiscretion”! How he followed her from one bar to the next and was buying her
drinks, wrote his name and number down for her, telling her he was divorced and
his teenage daughter lived with her mom, wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. Then
he followed her home and they fucked WITHOUT a condom, and he stayed the night
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This girl is not pretty, she isn’t even cute. She is not
someone you would take home to your mom or be proud to show her off. She is fat
and ugly with a butch hair cut and just looks dirty. I know this because she
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I just don’t understand why. You would think that if a man
has an affair he would make sure it would be with someone worth loosing his
wife, family, life, home and breaking his marriage vows for. Trust me she
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am needing some sex! From my husband that is! We can't seem to coordinate our sex life to accommodate each other! Is there a secret to it? Have I miss placed a manual somewhere? I wonder why I never thought of a sexual prenuptial? Does it really exist? Well apparently there is, and I should have known before..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> .......Legal Zoom actually has documents to help people with Sexual agreements before, during, and even after marriage! What ? Oh my I must have been hiding under a rock! Or maybe I just assumed that being a newly wed makes you desirable!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> So on Legal Zoom here's what I found!</span><br />
<br />"Sexual issues in prenuptial agreements can include how often a couple will have sex. One elderly pair settled on once a month, while a younger couple agreed to 3-4 times a week. Other couples stipulated mandatory sexual positions.".....<br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Are they serious? Someone would actually stipulate sexual positions? Just what kind of details would that include? I'm just curious........<br /><br />I'm thinking maybe something like .......<br /><br />You must kiss me every night before bed and kiss me every morning before leaving and you must start at my lips and kiss every inch of me all the way to my knees, paying special attention to my breasts and my lady parts, making sure to entice me with your lips, tongue and breath for at least two hours a week.........with no maximum limit of course! :) In addition to sex in any position you want at least one day a week at your desired time and location, with at least two other sexual encounters a week with me for life! <br /><br /> I don't feel like that is too much to ask!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-5604649138296798482013-04-29T18:58:00.004-07:002013-04-29T18:58:49.194-07:00I Am Still Alive!<span style="color: purple; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b><i>Wow, it's been a long time. I will try to get caught up on all of my fellow bloggers posts and type out a few of mine this week....If anyone is still following .....if not I will still try lol ......So here's to getting a glass/bottle of wine and drafting a few posts to night and hopefully getting caught up on my blog! Oh how I have missed my blog! Toast!</i></b></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-82082851218941995002012-10-28T14:35:00.000-07:002012-10-28T18:49:27.696-07:00Lets Get Naked!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you have read my blog previously you know that I grew up
in an unconventional kind of home, with an odd set of parents. They made their
way through this world with their own set of rules, a made up religion of parts
others religions, and little to no common sense. There were no family values on
raising children, and since I was born in the era of free love and drugs common
sense would have been a great asset to my parents for raising us kids.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t condone nor
agree with any of my parents’ parental guidance; however I could go back to
living in a nudist community. There is always a good reason to get naked. No,
I’m not into free love and drugs, but I do love the freedom and wholeness being
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Uncomfortable clothing is just that, uncomfortable it
distracts you from your daily functions and makes you miserable<span class="st1"><span style="color: #222222;">. They pinch and bunch and never fit right. Clothing for
me is concealing and confining. Don’t take it as I have never found clothes
that fit, I do, even though their few and far between. That doesn’t mean they
are comfortable. Not to forget clothing is expensive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="st1"><span style="color: #222222;">There is a <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">freedom</span> in <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">being naked</span> that few enjoy because we have learned through society
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</span><span class="st1"><span style="color: #222222;">to be embarrassed. It is
true we learned to be embarrassed. We probably learned this from Adam and Eve
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<span class="st1"><span style="color: #222222;">My parents never
instilled this since of shame on me; since they had no sense of a normal
religion must less a Christian one. My father has claimed to be Mormon my entire
life and my mom never affiliated herself with any one religion, so they made
their way with kids in tow, through life making things up as they went. Hence
the free love, drugs, and nudist colonies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span class="st1"><span style="color: #222222;">The <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">freedom of being naked</span> makes me feel like
there is nothing to hide behind, a deep </span></span><span style="display: none; mso-hide: all;"><br />
</span><span class="st1"><span style="color: #222222;">acceptance comes over me,
and through this acceptance a deep calmness over takes me and gives me a sense
of control and confidence in myself that I have felt before. It’s truly a
unique empowerment that not everyone feels while their so open to others and
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<span class="st1"><span style="color: #222222;">The feeling of
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While naked in the shower the other day I was thinking I
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No not an actual list, but instead a naughty guest blog
list. I know <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">everyone</b> has a naughty
side. I know some more than others, however not everyone has an anonymous blog.
So I know that if your family and friends are on your blog, you probably don’t
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Therefore I thought
that I should host a naughty list for guest bloggers to post their naughty
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So here goes…. think of your naughtiest stories, fantasy or
reality and email them to me at <span style="color: blue;">theanonymousperilsofassw75@yahoo.com</span>
make sure to think of an anonymous signature as well and sign your work or I
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I will not out you. I will not reveal any information except
your blog post. I do not need any personal info just send me any naughty
thoughts you have and I’ll post them anonymously as your naughty outlet, on my
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I'm sitting in my bed with my husband's laptop blogging naked while he is at work. I often do this while he is at home and upstairs watching movies or playing an online game, trying to wait me out and make sure I'm asleep before he comes downstairs for fear that I'll want sex! This has been a regular occurrence since we he has gained a few extra pounds that he isn't use to having.<br />
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Ok I get it, he doesn't feel sexy...and he doesn't like the extra weight he has acquired in the last six months, but who does...That by no means, means that his wife doesn't find him sexy and irresistible!<br />
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I'm all for naked! I'm all for hair-pulling push me up against a wall and have your way with me sex! He is the only man I know that would complain about his wife always wanting to get him naked and get frustrated for even mentioning sex to him. So I really should not have told him the about the texting my and my BFF were texting but he asked and I told him the truth. He was not at all thrilled that I was discussing our <strike>sex life </strike>lack of a sex life with anyone, however if he isn't willing to talk about it I only have two options..one being my BFF and the other is blogging about it. <br />
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Anyway she sent me a picture of this man laying beside his wife sleeping with a caption over his head that said....I thought we were going to have sex..I could be on the Internet right now!<br />
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I responded with, my husband does the opposite..he stays on the Internet until he is sure I'm asleep.<br />
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She responded "Oh poor D, he has a wife that is sex crazy. I'm sure he wouldn't complain to his buddy's about it"<br />
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Why is he so disheveled about his weight , and why doesn't he do something about it instead of shunning his wife in the bedroom because he has body issues? I thought only women had these kind of issues.<br />
I know a little that was a little stereotyping comment..sorry ladies, but it's true , that is what I thought.<br />
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I want my passionate husband back! I want the man that I texted one day last spring right after he left for work and said "come back I miss you" and he sent back "what would you want me to do if I did come back" and I responded in detail what I would want him to do to me and within twenty minutes he was back in our driveway fulfilling my every wish of pushing my up against the bedroom wall stripping my of every inch on clothing and having his way with me! :) ! That is the man I want back in my presence please!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-70152910437751166082012-10-11T11:13:00.002-07:002012-10-28T18:51:05.319-07:00Appendage Abuse II "Carpe Scrotum"<br />
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As you all know appendage talk is very sensitive to me so I will tread lightly when I tell this story of how my youngest son. He seems to be following in the foot steps of his mom. If you have read any of my previous posts about appendages, you will know this is a very heartbreaking and cringing subject on my blog. <br />
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So my son has two dirt bikes and he rides them every second he gets a chance to be on them. I live in a city setting, so he has his dirt bikes and his dads and his papaw's houses. One beautiful day last year while I was at work at the hospital my phone rang and it was my ex husband screaming something about blood everywhere.....<br />
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Once I get him to calm down to a level of comprehension, I realized my son had wrecked his dirt bike. Ok this is where I went into medical mode.....I have several different modes depending on the situation...for example if I had been there I would have been in panic mode, but since I wasn't there I was at work, I went into medical trauma mode. 1. access the situation 2. what is the level of the trauma 3. what kind of transportation are we needing, as in should I send out the trauma 1 helicopter ?<br />
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So first question, what is bleeding, where is the blood coming from? My ex's response........his pants! What ? OMG are you serious....the last couple of times I got calls from his dad about a bleeding body part it was his head. He has had two sets of stitches in his face. One from walking into his dads tailgate of his truck and the other from slipping on a mossy rock at a park. However this wasn't in his face this time.....<br />
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My next question is, can he take off his pants or can you cut off his pants and tell me where the blood is coming from...while you are putting him in the car and heading this way please! It is a 45 min drive from his dads to the hospital.....<br />
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So with his pants off (teenager mortified)and with his dad again screaming.... he has hurt his private parts! REALLY! Your his dad and a grown man please elaborate on which "private parts" are bleeding! his response.....OMG there is blood all over i cant tell...all while my son is calm and mortified that he is in his dads truck without his pants in only a towel covering his bottom half, while his dad is looking at his privates and his stepmom is driving.<br />
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Apparently when he laid his dirt bike down in an attempt to avoid a tree his leg got caught under the bike and he ended up under it, the foot peg caught a hold of his scrotum sack and tore it open!<br />
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By the time he got to the hospital the bleeding had subsided, however his dad was still freaking out and my son was still mortified. After some pain meds, a few numbing injections (yes needles) and 16 stitches in his scrotum sack my son was feeling better....all while telling me I better not for any reason EVER repeat the events of today. <br />
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I would think that it would be cool for a teenage boy to have a battle story about having had stitches in his ball sack.......ummm not my son he is still mortified if ever reminded of them!<br />
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Don't get me wrong I like the smell of my vaja-ja and I even like to masturbate, however it gets really old really quick, if that's all that's going on down there. So me and my tens fingers went shopping today. Yes, to the adult toy store down the road. <br />
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I so happened to pick the perfect day to go shopping in the adult toy store, there was a sale happening! lol Who knew they have things on sale in the erotica toy business? So anyway I have been in this store before and I wasn't impressed before so why would I have a different experience alone? Well we will just say I was in desperate need of some attention down there and I didn't have the time nor money to drive to the big city to get it. <br />
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So this little lingerie shop with toys a mile from my house was perfect. All except it is owned by a very large and in charge married couple that are rude and not happy ever! I wonder why they own this little shop in the first place. They literally have "do not " do this and "do not" do that signs all over the place even before you walk into the place and don't attempt to answer your phone in there or even think about reaching for your phone, they will tackle you and warn you, that NO pictures are allowed in this place. And they aren't nice about it!<br />
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For example as I'm checking out the lady says, this isn't the one I told you that it was 19.99 this one is 24.99....ok I know I read the sticker......are you sure you don't want the other one.....yes I'm sure, thank you though......well this one comes with a FREE penis shaped sleeve, would you like to pick one out to go with your purchase.....No thank you......Maybe you didn't hear me, I said they are FREE!.....No thank you I said......Well they come with this purchase all you have to do is pick one out it's free! ......NO Thank you! ........I don't think you understood me I said it's free!.....I finally said I completely understand you, I can read and speak english and I do not want a penis shaped sleeve to go over my silver bullet, it is more of an inconvience, it would be something else I have to hide and clean, so again NO THANK YOU!............Really people!<br />
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Anyway back to my fingers, they are tired and I am tired for them. So I thought I'd get me a new silver bullet . Seemed quite harmless to include a silver bullet into my newly wed relationship. Well to me it was, but not so much to my husband, I might as well bought the biggest dildo in there and brought it home. Anyway, I didn't I bought a small little multi-speed dial silver bullet. Which I paid cash for because my bank nor the bank statement needs to reflect an incorrect opinion of my purchase or leave the imagination to the spectators. However I did stuff it to store it in an old checks box. How ironic, that if a thief breaks in and goes through my night stand to find things , that a box of checks might not be exactly what they might had in mind when they open it....lol<br />
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I came straight home opened it, washed it and began using.! It was glorious! I haven't cummed so hard and so many times in a few weeks and I needed the release before I go insane. The little intense vibrating bullet , that really looks more like a missile is so very intense. It literally takes less than a minute to bring me to full blown and leg shaking organisms. I literally use to keep one in the glove box of my car for those occasions when you get stuck in traffic. It made it a lot more fun. :)<br />
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So it has been about two years since I had my last toy and I don't know why I haven't replaced it sooner, but I intend on making sure I get my money's worth out of my newly bought silver friend, I would even let my husband tease me with it if he wasn't so offended that I purchased it. <br />
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I just want to you to know you meant the world to me. I was a lost little girl who didn't even know I was lost till you came into my life. I know you don't know and didn't know the family dynamic situations of your students, but you still managed to bring light into my life. The personal conversations you had with us girls about our bodies and our personal space was a blessing beyond comprehension! I couldn't even begin to explain how much you mean to me for the teachings you gave me and my fellow students. I tried to type this without crying myself but that didn't happen either. If you care to here my story I will gladly share it with you but for know with out bombarding you , I will just say THANK you with ALL my heart!</div>
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....I am here.......Never feel you will bombard me!</div>
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I was a little overwhelmed earlier but I'm better now. I grew up in an odd family, my parents were swingers and we lived in a nudest colony a good majority of my elementary school years. You were the only adult that I truly trusted for the first time in my life and I know God sent you to help me. Because of the talks you had with the girls in our classes because of the time you gave to me and my girlfriends, it was because of you that my life turned around and became better. Sounds cliche huh....I bet from an outside person it probably does and I've never told this story to anyone but as a child I was molested by my uncle and because of you, I told someone! Because of you I spoke up and it stopped! Nothing happened to him and the people I told never believed me but he stopped after I told. <br /> I could never tell you how much you impacted my life and although you never knew it, you saved my life. Those little moments when you took time to talk to just us girls about our bodies and our personal space changed my life!~ Thank you<br />
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..........First off: I am sorry it took me a day to respond back to you. I went to bed at 10 last night......which I NEVER do, but I have been doing so much here at the end of the school year...and I was so tired. Second: I am working for the American Federation of Teachers out of Maryland for the Common Core activities that will be coming out in the summer. I am editing over 100 spreadsheets for them. I fly out next Friday for the weekend to MD to do a marathon editing for them. Third: I am still wrapping up 19 days left of school with my 2nd graders......which makes me SOOOOO sad to pass them on!<br /> So sweet (my name).......What a trying life experience for a young girl!!! As my principal for 19 years here in Volusia County always said.... "We really DO NOT know where these children are coming from!" In your case.....you were trapped.......but YOU got out! YOU were strong! And it sounds like you are stronger from that HORRIBLE experience. It makes my heart hurt that you had to go through that.........Life is so unfair sometimes!!! I am so proud that you spoke up......and saved yourself. As we get older, we realize that the ONLY one who can help us ......is yourself. As a teacher....you hope and pray that you make a difference in their academic life.....but we know there is more to our profession than that! It is not all ABC and 123! I have always known that God has put me on this Earth to be a teacher and mother. I treat my students like they are my own children......push them, praise them, love them and yes........even cook for them! I LOVE what I do.....and bottom line........I just want to make a difference in every life. I am glad I was there for you.......but, sweet (my name)...... YOU MADE THE DIFFERENCE! YOU STOPPED IT! <br /> I am sooooooo thankful you did!<br /> Sending you love and strength to keep healing and continue a wonderful life! Love, Mrs. S <span class="emote_text">:)</span><img class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" title=":)" /><br />
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Thank you so much for your response, to my email. You are truly a gift from God and I'm so glad that he has blessed your life, as he has mine! I'm so proud of you for continuing your career and giving so much of yourself for the youth of our generation! I'm so glad that I have you as a friend and mentor. Good luck and have a safe trip to MD, my father's Italian family are form there, that is where he was born. I hope you enjoy the last few days of school with your 2nd graders. I know they are enjoying you! Thank you again for your response and encouragement. I am blessed to have you in my life again. I hope when I visit Florida again in your area I could take you to lunch or stop by and hi at least. <br /> <br /> I'm so happy for you! Thank you Mrs. S! love me<br />
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I feel like I had a huge weight lifted off of me after this conversation was finished! I can't say enough about Great teachers! We need more of them!</div>
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Our wedding was wonderful, it was a beautiful ceremony with our closest family and friends. We had 35 or so guests and my dress was awesome. It was what I always thought it would be as a little girl! :) <br />
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Friends and family had a great time. Ceremony started at 6:30pm so we had the entire day to prepare. Hair, makeup, dress, tuxes and rental car check. One sick vomiting kid...ugh and he was mine, but it was from all the candy he had eaten all day and all the cokes he wasn't use to having. He was better once my sister who is a nurse took him home and fed him chicken soup. Wedding went quick and it was lots of fun, then came the honeymoon!<br />
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Let me start by saying letting your new husband of two hours carry all the money , might have some hiccups in the situation sooner rather than later.<br />
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We got all settled in our rental car for our trip to Atlanta to catch the early flight out to the Dominican Republic for 7 days. Got about 20 miles down the road and realized we had no luggage, it was still in my car, that my sister took with her. Luckily we caught her and she met us to get our luggage. It was now midnight! <br />
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We had a wonderful trip to Atlanta checked into our hotel and he quickly grabbed me and peeled off over my head the sun dress I had replaced my wedding dress with to reveal my white lace corset with matching strings thongs, which didn't stay on long as it quite quickly hit the floor and I was lowered to the bed, he began to kiss me softly on my lips as he made his way across to my ear and down my neck kissing every inch of skin to where his hands were cupping my breasts tenderly massaging my nipples to make them firmly stand at attention till his lips and tongue could reach them.<br />
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Slowly his hands released my breast and began a smooth slither down my ribs, then down my waist to my hips to let his mouth take over my nipples. As he was making sure to give each of my breast ample attention with his tongue his hand was now cupping my womanness taking in the heat that being emitted and was rising and forming a wetness. My little white lacy panties were maneuvered to the side as he gently took the tip of one finger and dipped it slightly into my pussy to dampen it and to feel the moisture and heat rise while slowly moving up to find my clit which was then starving for some attention. The first touch sent shivers up my entire body, he continued manipulating my clit to maximum alertness . Moving his mouth up to mine we passionately kissed while he slid my panties off and got his shirt and pants off to reveal his solid manhood. My wet desiring mouth made it slowly down his body to engulf his manhood into it feeling it's heat fill my mouth while my tongue lapped up the dipping wetness of him, he was begging to be inside me, I slowly went back up and we met in the middle as his hardness found my wetness for some slipping in and out fun, feeling the heat and dripping wetness down my thighs onto the bed while I was firmly but gently with force holding on to his back with my nails dug in panting to the rhythm of his thrusts till our climaxes collided in a hot wet moment of throbbing greatness and he collapsed on the bed beside me.<br />
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By this time it's 2:45 in the morning and making sure we had our things together we gather our melted bodies up to make sure our luggage and carry ones were all packed appropriately to quickly realize that we have NO money! Yes my newly acquired god of love making had left all our money in his tux pocket in which my sister who lives in northern Georgia so graciously volunteered to return the next day for us. So she had it more than 2 hours away and it was t-5 hours till take off to our honeymoon. So I called my sister who again graciously met us half way with our money but by this time my husband was asleep in the passenger seat and I drove there and back so at around 6 am I finally get into bed to wake up two hours later frantically trying to get our things together and get to the airport before take off, and foolishly forgetting that we hadn't stopped for gas to top off the rental car at 6 in the morning only for the rental company to charge an extra $110 for a half tank of gas! Note: do not ever return a rental car without topping off the gas tank first!<br />
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We happily and thankfully made it to our flight and safely to our all inclusive honeymoon suite for a week of wedded bliss in the beautiful Dominican Republic by 2 pm.......to be continued with pics on another post for another day. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-51350205653218223012012-07-28T08:57:00.001-07:002012-10-28T18:52:02.036-07:00Crotch Lightening?Ok so milk does the body good....inside and out right....you know the good for calcium for your bones and good for the skin for moisture? But, your crotch? whoa hold up one minute I had to google this after an incident yesterday....so this is what google gave me <a href="http://www.tandurust.com/health-faq/dark-crotch-remedies-and-treatment.html">http://www.tandurust.com/health-faq/dark-crotch-remedies-and-treatment.html</a> . Apparently you can lighten your crotch with milk! Who knew! <br />
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Learn something new everyday!<br />
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I would have never guessed that sour milk or buttermilk although they are high in lactic acid would have been proven to lighten skin in your crotch area. However the website states that you can apply sour milk or buttermilk on your crotch for a lighter and better texture on the said area! <br />
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So I googled milk crotch because as I thought my day yesterday was going to be fantastic because it started out with breakfast at Panera (which I love). Quite quickly turned into a wet milky crotch for the rest of my day, and work shift for 12 hours! Showering at midnight!<br />
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Yes I ordered a bagel and a milk to go. Unfortunately Panera's cups are not the sturdiest cups and the slightest squeeze sends liquid quickly rushing out the top and over spilling for fear of bearing squished after being squeezed and churned and so far the last thing milk wants it to be squeezed in a flimsy plastic cup.<br />
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So I happy order a cinnamon crunch bagel, and a skim milk, graciously thanking the lady at the register and walking out to my car.<br />
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I get all settled in my car, put the milk in-between thighs....not my smartest moment....ok then I begin to put my stick shift (my manual transmission) car into reverse and apparently in the process of pressing in the clutch on my car my thighs clenched together and the milk in my little flimsy cup runneth over into my crotch!<br />
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Scrambling for napkins or anything at this point to try to dry my scrubs off before reaching the hospital to start my 12 hour shift I managed to spill the rest of my milk in my crotch! <br />
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Fortunately, I have no air conditioning in my car so the milk will dry on my scrubs before my 45 min drive to the hospital, However; unfortunately I have no air conditioning in my car so by the time I get to work my crotch with smell of spoiled milk and my scrubs will be dry so it will be an awkward conversation if anyone notices!<br />
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So notes to self :<br />
1.ALWAYS use the cup holders located conveniently in the center console of my car. <br />
2. Don't try to drive with a flimsy cup between your thighs.<br />
3. Check to see if this really did lighten my crotch....how would I know? I don't think I've honestly ever thought about the color spectrum in my crotch area! (although my husband told me I had a very nicely colored va-jay-jay and not to be concerned with it) lol<br />
4. Don't try lightening your crotch on the go, it's too messy.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-44330964663740759172012-07-28T07:07:00.001-07:002012-07-30T15:35:48.405-07:00Operation Sex Drive!I'm not sure how I got so far behind on my blogging. It's been a year since I blogged and I've missed it, however I just couldn't gather the motivation for sitting at the computer and typing things out. I've had plenty of things to say and plenty of time to say it in, I just didn't do it. It's like I lost my Mo-Jo! I seem to have that effect on things.<br />
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So a whole year! Wow I have a lot of catching up to type about, don't I? <br />
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Ok so last year I got engaged, we bought a house and against better judgement of family we moved in together. Things went as expected! Living with someone makes everyone make adjustments in living, breathing, thinking, eating, crying, laughing, loving, and any other daily activities anyone could possibly think of. Yes it's true, however I do always stay the same person. I have never tried to be someone else or make the man I'm dating think I was anything but me.<br />
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Even my husband (yes it's official I did get married), said I pretty much told him who I was the first night, he said he thought I may have been trying to scare him off.....lol I found that funny! So as I was saying I am me, but we all know men change things up often and put their best foot forward in the beginning then as time moves on and newness wears off, things to women seems to become more obvious whether or not we can live, tolerate, and or deal with the man he really is.....ok to be fair women do this also the whole bait and switch of the person you think the other person wants. <br />
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So after two failed marriages I know this one is the real one and it will prevail through thick and thin and so on and so forth...This doesn't mean I'm not going to bitch about it when I'm not happy with a situation, I am a woman! <br />
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So if you recall any of my previous post including the one about the man of steel, you know many things get in the way of sex! Apparently I broke something! No I'm not abusing appendages this time, I mean something is broke and I don't know what?<br />
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What's more frustrating a woman who says "nothing" when asked what's wrong? or a man?<br />
How about asking what is the problem, and the response being I don't know! What's broken? How do we fix this if no one is talking. You would think I would be the one not talking right? saying nothing is wrong and I don't know....This is what men complain about right? Us not talking or avoiding the conversations with statements of "I don't know" and "Nothing"! And then bottling it up to boil over time to explode at a later date! Yes I admit I have done this a time or two, but not this time! It wasn't me! However my husband has these issues which I found out on our honeymoon !<br />
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Time to get to the bottom of things<br />
Problem: we have been married two months and have had sex about four(4) times since returning from our honeymoon!<br />
Solution: have sex!<br />
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Seems pretty simple right?<br />
Apparently not so much!<br />
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Plan B<br />
Problem: no sex and no one is talking about it.<br />
Solution: Talk about it and get to it!<br />
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Plan C<br />
Problem: no sex, no problems and nothing is wrong and he doesn't know.<br />
Solution: TALK!<br />
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Plan E<br />
Problem: 2am have to be at work at 7 am and still up trying to drag out the problem.<br />
Solution: stop talking and have sex :)<br />
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FYI(yes I purposely skipped D and F, because D(divorce) is not a plan or an option and neither is F(failure).<br />
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Plan G<br />
Problem: that solved one issue...Sex was great as always, so why are we not having it everyday?<br />
Answer? I don't know! <br />
Solution: sleep on it and regroup, I'm exhausted and need sleep. <br />
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Plan H<br />
Problem: no sex in a newly wed couple, is NOT normal!<br />
Solution: SEX! Operation Sex Drive is now activated! Now to implement the necessary plans to get the bottom of the missing sex drive of my husband!<br />
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Just ranting, but open to any suggestions! <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-69310121673220057722011-12-20T17:18:00.000-08:002011-12-20T17:18:54.579-08:00My Weight Issues IISo the holidays are upon us once more....joy joy! I have to say my life has turned upside down since last Christmas, and I have a blog to prove it ...lol <br />
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So I bought a wedding dress....one size too small...yes on purpose! Crazy? Well maybe, but I found the perfect dress and it barely zipped up the back (and I couldn't breath)and the bridal consultant said "I can get that in a bigger size for you" WHAT! OMG HELL NO! I will fit in this dress in this size by the wedding or I will get married naked! Of course the sales lady thought I was kidding but it does sound like a great idea, and it would save alot of money, to have an all nude wedding right? lol<br />
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Well maybe it wouldn't be the best day to see all my family and his family naked in one place, ok saying it out loud made it sound really gross! Oh my that make me laugh! So since a nude wedding is out of the question, I started my workouts again and he been doing really well with the working out and the diet portion, with only a few slip ups! <br />
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So I started Taekwondo back a few months ago and it has been a fun thing the whole family is doing together. Then I started Kisado a few weeks ago, which is a kickboxing/yoga/aerobic workout, which is kicking my butt. It is so much fun though. I also started doing P90X with my man at home at night and it's kicking my butt and on top of that I'm going to the gym during the day. Yes, my fellow bloggers I am on a mission to get into my wedding dress. I have already lost 6 pounds in two weeks. I am so very excited! <br />
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The great thing about all this working out is that it has boosted my sex drive up and my mans sex drive as well! We are making love everyday! OMG it is AWESOME!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-89749627990573327822011-11-15T12:34:00.001-08:002011-11-15T12:41:10.113-08:00What Do Bras, Hamburgers, and Snickers Have In Common?<br />
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My birthday came and my sister/best friend and I won a trip
to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>
and we got to do a bra commercial. Yes I’m serious! My sister and I are now bra
models….ok it was a one time thing but we won a free trip with airfare and
accommodations and spending money and the trip also included a free makeover
and clothes and shoes and jewelry, which we got to keep. Sounds like a great
thing right? Oh my, I can’t even begin to describe that craziness that came
with winning a free trip to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>
on my birthday, to strip down to my skivvies on national TV. </div>
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First I drove the five hours to my sister’s house, so that
we could fly together to <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">New York</st1:state></st1:place>,
for our first ever visit to that huge crazy city! We were so excited to be
experiencing this all together. We got up at 3:00 am on my birthday and made to
the airport at 5 am to catch a 6:30 am flight to <st1:city w:st="on">Atlanta</st1:city>,
to then run frantically through the airport to the terminal to catch our
connecting flight from <st1:city w:st="on">Atlanta</st1:city> to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>, which we made
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The arrival into <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New
York</st1:place></st1:state> went well we landed safely, and went to get our
baggage, then call our car service which was provided for was courteously
through the bra company that now OWNED us for the next four days! In fact our
instructions, told us to do just that to get our luggage and then call for our
car, except no one told us that my phone would be ringing with a strange number
appearing on it while we were trying to find our luggage among 4 million other
black luggage bags, and it would be a non-English speaking person on the other
end! Ok maybe I’m exaggerating, he spoke English just not fluently and with
such an eastern ascent that I couldn’t understand him, and what made it
worse….he couldn’t understand my southern accent either! </div>
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So this is how our <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New
York</st1:place></st1:state> trip began. I couldn’t understand him nor could
I hear him in all the hustle and bustle of the <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state> airport, then we got disconnected.
He called back and he was asking where we were standing and why we hadn’t see
him holding my name up<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>on a white piece
of card board in the middle of the landing at the bottom of the escalators
among 12 million other people standing there also. As if we would know that
there would be a middle- eastern man with a turban on his head in full eastern
attire holding up a sign with my name on it in the <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state> airport! NO! We didn’t get that
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So when we finally found each other he had us to follow him
to his car. Only it wasn’t parked at the curb! So we were following this
stranger who we didn’t completely understand, to the “south forty” of the <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York City</st1:place></st1:city> airport in
the dead heat of summer at literally 102 degrees weather, in heels! Yes, we
wanted to be fashionably beautiful when we arrived for our first and possibly
last visit to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>.
So all we brought were heels! Not the smarted thing we have ever done by far!
Anyways, we followed him cautiously to his car at a safe enough distance that
if perhaps we needed to turn and run we could at least have a few steps of a
head start, also a safe enough distance to be planning our escape without him
hearing us, if by chance we were to get kidnapped by this stranger we were following
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Luckily the car had the appropriate signs on it, enough to
at least calm our nerves, until of course we got on the road with him driving!
OMG We just knew we were going to die on that car ride to the hotel. Only to
find out later that, that was a common feeling every time you got into a cab in
NY. Apparently beeping your horn and flipping people the finger is so common in
<st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state> that
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We arrived safely at
our hotel, 4 hours too early to check into it! So here we were in an unfamiliar
city in high heels with no place to go for four hours. Luckily the front desk
held our luggage for us to go explore the city till our rooms were ready. So
off we went in the biggest city we had ever seen, with no direction where we
were going. We ended up two blocks over and down a block in a little nice Irish
Pub, for lunch and something cold to drink. We were taking pictures and having
sisterly conversations, all was good at that moment. On our walking adventure
there were lots of sights, smells, and sounds on the streets. In fact we were
walking by this man yelling “handbags and sneakers” and as this young kid on a
skateboard was rolling pass us he said how do “hamburgers and snickers” go
together? OMG we laughed till we got home about that comment. We did wander
pass and of course into the “museum of sex”, which was a totally interesting
place…I recommend visiting if you are in that area. <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span> </div>
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This sign is posted on the wall when you enter! How funny you would have to instruct people what not to do! Must mean someone tried it, already! OH MY!<br />
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Afterwards we wandered around, careful not to wander too far
as to not remember our way back to our hotel. Within a few hours we had our
rooms in the coolest hotel we had ever seen. Seriously when you walk in the
lobby was a bar/night club with live music, with a coffee shop and a full
upscale restaurant attached. The rooms were fully decorated in retro form and
where stocked with sound equipment, a turntable, a guitar, and lots of old
records. The room included a fully stocked refrigerator and snack bar with
microwave and a laptop to use for the duration our stay in NY.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The room was by far the coolest part of our
stay. Oh and did I mention we had a great view of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Empire</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">State</st1:placetype></st1:place>
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So it was my birthday and I was in <st1:state w:st="on">New
York</st1:state> with my best friend and sister for the first time ever so
after our meet and greet at five pm with the producers and the bra executives,
we decided to go to <st1:place w:st="on">Times Square</st1:place> and have
dinner and shop. Only we had no clue how to get there and we were trying to be
frugal with our expenses and decided we would get a map and walk to time
square. It couldn’t possibly be too far, or so we thought! We walked and walked
in our high heels at night past the movie in the central park with the swat
team fully dressed out in full riot gear with AK47’s in full view and standing
at full attention, We walked past many blocks getting slower with each step we
took. The blisters began to pop up one by one on our feet; I honestly considered
walking barefoot on the NY city sidewalk! EWE! We finally saw a Walgreen's so we
crossed the busy NY street into the biggest ever Walgreen's we had ever seen.
Four floors with escalators to each floors and packed from floor to ceiling
with everything that could possible be in any store between there and <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Florida</st1:place></st1:state>, so luckily on
the very top floor we found flip flops! Yes brightly colored non fashionable
tourist painted flip flops! Want to guess what we wore for the remainder of my
birthday evening in <st1:place w:st="on">Times Square</st1:place>? Yes flip
flops!</div>
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We ended up at Hard Rock Café in <st1:place w:st="on">Times
Square</st1:place> on my birthday! Even more surprising we walked in to find
the longest line we had ever seen or even thought that would ever fit inside a
restaurant building, we literally stood in line less than a minute when one of
the waitress’s came around the corner and said is there just two of you for
dinner tonight and we said yes, and she said follow me. We walked past about
100 people in line in front of us and she sat us at table within one minute!
Seriously, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried, it was my birthday on <st1:place w:st="on">Times Square</st1:place> in NY and I didn’t have to wait for a table
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First of all I would like to say that<strong> 2 particular</strong> <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">New York City</b></st1:place></st1:city><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> Police Officers are not helpful at
all!!!!! </b>All was going well till we tried to return at midnight to our
hotel which was 6 blocks away. So in the middle of the night in NY we decided
it would be a good idea to try out the Subway systems! I only thought the NY
city streets in a cab, was scary till I got acquainted with the NY subway
tunnels and people in the middle of a NY city night! I did not know that the
subway train goes at 20000 miles an hour through a dark narrow tunnel with
people on it! I was frightened to tears I just wanted to go home! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We got our one week pass for the subway then
we wondered past the entry to the tracks, when we came upon two police officers
standing around talking and scoping out the people, we politely asked if they
could tell us which train went closest to our hotel so that we could get safely
back. They looked at each other and said “just take the one train”. Huh where
and what is the one train? Their response was “just follow the signs you’ll
find it. So we are looking a the signs and getting more tired and irritable by
the minute, we find the one train but the signs are not clear on to where it
goes, so we stupidly rely on the advice of the NYPD and get on the one train.
OMG it is now past midnight and two southern white girls are on the
non-returning train of the night to <st1:place w:st="on">Harlem</st1:place>! I
told you I couldn’t make this stuff up! Not to mention the man beside us has a
guitar and is singing “Jesus misses me” to the top of his lungs and wouldn’t
stop until the man on the other side of us offered him a quarter to stop
singing while he was on the train! Luckily it wasn’t the last train of the
night it was the second to last one and we were returned to our point of origin
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Now even more frustrated and sleepy we had to find the right
train on our own. After about fifteen minutes we found the right train to where
we needed to be going and it took it about fifteen more minutes to return to
the terminal to pick us up (in NY city subway time it felt like a very slow
hour and not fifteen minutes). By the way we could have walked back to our
hotel by that time it was only six blocks away! I promise neither of us is that
ditsy, we were just that tired! We did make it safely back to our rooms about 1
am, in time to get a few hours of sleep before our 5am wake up call and our car
to the studio was waiting on us at 630 sharp. We didn’t use the subway the rest
of our trip! So if anyone needs a subway card I have one I’ll give you for
free! </div>
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After our first night of fun we were then prisoners to the
bra company the entire rest of the week. The first day was all the “before”
photo shoots, the- in our own clothes, our own bras, our own makeup and hair.
It was a very long day, in which they wanted to make sure we looked our worst
so that the makeovers would be that more spectacular! I now know for sure that
all commercials are lies! They did interviews in which we had to say what they
wanted us to say and dress like they wanted us to dress and so forth. We didn’t
get out of day one productions till nearly 7pm. We did meet some great new
friends and we ended up going to dinner with them at Serendipity’s and had some
fun for a few hours before we went back to crash exhaustedly into our lush beds
for a few more hours till the next wake up call at 7 am.</div>
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Our third day in NY and the second and final day of
production were upon us. We got up didn’t do our hair or makeup, didn’t even
bother getting out of our pajamas practically and went to the studio set. We
were pampered with hair and makeup professionals, wardrobe from head to toe and
a stylist. Sounds like fun huh? It was crazy! Lights cameras, production staff,
I’m talking about 40 men fully dressed in a studio with women all in the
skivvies! To hair, then to makeup, then to wardrobe, then repeat and repeat
again. Then to fully dressed after photos and then undressed new bra photos,
and then the after production of the bra commercial, also the after interviews
about how and why we loved our new bras! It was crazy!!!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The last and final night in NY all of us woman in the photo
shoot went to <span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;">Tres</span><span lang="ES-MX"> </span><span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;">Hermanos</span>
for dinner. It was so much fun, but we were all worn out. We didn’t get back to
our rooms till about 11 pm. We had to be up by 6am the following morning to
meet our car for the trip back to the airport. Once through security at we
boarded the plane and sat on the tarmac for nearly 2 hours, then landing in
Atlanta for our connecting flights 2 hours late, running through the airport
like crazy people trying to make our flight only to have the terminal door shut
in our face because they gave our seats away to the standby flyers because we
weren’t there 30 minutes early to check in! Seriously! So two and half hours
later and my sister was cussing out the ticket desk rude lady to get us a new
flight! We could have driven home in that time, but the production company
wouldn’t pay for a rental car! </div>
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Finally on our way home, on our final flight back to the
origin of our departure four days prior was a living nightmare! Storms forced
our plane to go out over the ocean after dropping in elevation by a couple
thousands feet, with people screaming and crying! The pilot saying please
remain seated and belted down and feel free to pray! We circled the runway 3
times before he told us to brace for landing and once the wheels hit the tarmac
in the storm we fishtailed sideways on the runway! I think everyone on the
plane needed new skivvies by then! </div>
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Safely on the ground we were very happy to be home. So
beware of winning a trip, it could be deadly…lol even more it could be sad,
because in reality we spent 4 days in New York and we didn’t get to see any of
the sights, and probably never will because I have no desire on earth to visit
New York again. I know I disappointed my sister who wanted to go to the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Empire</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">State</st1:placetype></st1:place>
building after dinner one night and the fact that we never had the time to shop
or go to the harbor to at least glance at the Statue of Liberty. I feel bad
that we won a completely free trip to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New
York</st1:place></st1:state> and didn’t get to enjoy it! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span></span>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-47252214665214270862011-11-14T12:23:00.000-08:002011-11-15T08:56:20.270-08:00My Engagement :)<div>
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So a lot has happened since my last entry. First I got<br />
engaged in June to the most wonderful and amazing man I have ever met. I have<br />
never been in love till now. My family keeps telling me that they have never<br />
seen me this happy and telling my fiancé that they have never seen me in love.<br />
So now, here come all the details.<br />
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We went on a family vacation to the beach back in June, with<br />
our children. Apparently our kids don’t love the beach as much as we do; they<br />
were not pleased that we got to spend 11 days at the beach. They were ready to<br />
go home after they 4th day.<br />
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On our sixth month<br />
mark he got down on one knee on the beach at sunset and ….forgot what he wanted<br />
to say…lol apparently he was extremely nervous! It was so cute, so before he<br />
could even get a word out of his mouth I was screaming YES-YES-YES, and he<br />
informed me I couldn’t answer the question before he asked it…<br />
. Happily engaged, we enjoyed the rest of our vacation.<br />
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Upon returning from vacation a newly engaged couple we<br />
decided that living an hour apart in different states wasn’t going to work out<br />
for us, we decided to buy a house and move in together. So him as his daughter<br />
moved in first, then my youngest son and I moved in a few weeks later.<br />
<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-89696085652684474192011-05-16T04:41:00.000-07:002011-05-16T09:16:01.777-07:00MANHOODS BEWAREI have to admit I'm not the safest person to have around appendages. Not even my own are safe, you all know this because I told you in a previous blog post about my painful <a href="http://theanonymousperilsofassw.blogspot.com/2011/03/abuse-of-my-nipples.html">nipple incident</a>.<br />I think I may have committed the ultimate crime upon a penis....well not really I do believe that Lorena Bobbitt owns that prestigious and utmost crazy title!<br /><br />So let me begin by saying there was no predetermined malicious thoughts to harming my man's manhood, it was strictly a horrible accident! Here's the series of unfortunate events of that night that will and should make every man reading this cringe.<br /><br />D and I were making love and as we do on often occasions, switching positions from missionary to doggy style. Once we got situated and we were getting rather loud and into it I decided to reach down from underneath to touch myself. I do that quite often so I didn't realize the harm in it this time around. D was sliding in and out as I was touching myself and we were getting louder and faster, and louder and faster to the point of climax when tragedy struck!<br /><br />D's manhood slipped out on his way back and on his rebound forward he simultaneously but instantly missed and instead of finding my wet warm spot he "sliced" his manhood across my very long but real fingernails! Yes, one of my fingernails was in the direct line of a speeding, rebounding penis! <br /><br />Needless to say our rather hot and passionate moment was instantly over in that slice! There was a gashed opening from the head of his penis about an inch and half long down his shaft, gushing blood all over the place. Once we got the bleeding to stop and we disinfected the area, I was horrified that I had unintended maliciously mangled one of my mans body parts! :( I felt and feel so very bad about harming his manhood!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCNuHlIaazUk81M3mm0xn1iQK5pC-vpGaEn_mHyoFWeskxRlZqcZ-jyUzJpX_k7XKAeZ2IjukMUxukySNv760VnCcAtvo5LzC3LLi16WTTQjinybeo-Uz4iCyG1I6WjMpfjSS4zaC10TM/s1600/Top+10+Weirdest+Gift+-+Pickle+Bandages.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCNuHlIaazUk81M3mm0xn1iQK5pC-vpGaEn_mHyoFWeskxRlZqcZ-jyUzJpX_k7XKAeZ2IjukMUxukySNv760VnCcAtvo5LzC3LLi16WTTQjinybeo-Uz4iCyG1I6WjMpfjSS4zaC10TM/s320/Top+10+Weirdest+Gift+-+Pickle+Bandages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607291213149434578" border="0" /></a><br />We were out of commission for about a week while he healed and disinfected the area leaving a scar of our unintended malicious mishap of that day!<br /><br />Once all healed up and ready for some fun my man ready to get back into action, pulled me into the tanning bed room at our local gym! Yes the most germ filled place in the world, a gym! We had sex inside the stand up tanning bed before our workout that day!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-90624404508065731892011-03-21T11:06:00.000-07:002011-03-21T11:31:20.159-07:00The Abuse of My Nipples!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwcD8JN169OxZYcdS-AaPtYcwP4_NXtk_4zOOawR1AJK7cVD5I8nIgJSEvz-pryQ2FqGebdQqXeIX2gZP9jFrLXdctd6TgLAlPe4cysgdDRY1a370Kjwxg_VDgeorq8ppLzz2lxXTsuLN/s1600/sadface.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwcD8JN169OxZYcdS-AaPtYcwP4_NXtk_4zOOawR1AJK7cVD5I8nIgJSEvz-pryQ2FqGebdQqXeIX2gZP9jFrLXdctd6TgLAlPe4cysgdDRY1a370Kjwxg_VDgeorq8ppLzz2lxXTsuLN/s320/sadface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586602267053001842" border="0" /></a><br />So last night something funny happened! I thought I was going to pee my pants it was so very funny! I got up out of bed to turn my computer off and when I climbed back into bed over top of D the only part of my body that touched his ribs was my right nipple. The millisecond my nipple touched his ribs a static shock ran from my nipple to his ribs and we both said ouch at the same time then burst into laughter! OMG I swear that was the funniest thing.<br /><br />So since we are now talking about nipples let me tell you all about the time last summer when I shaved a chunk out of my left nipple! OUCH! NO I don't shave my boobs...lol nor do I shave my chest.<br /><br />I was at my youngest sister's house and was in the shower and all you ladies know how it is a balancing act to prop one leg up on the edge of the tub while standing in the shower and bending over trying to shave your legs one at a time while standing on one foot.<br /><br />Ok so I was doing just that when my foot slipped off the side of the tub and my knee jerk reaction sent my hand with my razor up past my knee soaring past my belly button and onto the only appendage sticking out far enough to catch the edge of the razor! Yes my nipple! OUCH I screamed as blood dripped down breast onto the shower floor, but no one heard me. :(<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5Ed88l6SXdNepY3kpWhKYk5-dHdf7zkl7VNP3e7gqlszHhdNMdfaea1MZDqMAcSXJ4rWgl7C_q080W51eAEANl5xdzUYNc2m12Yy43XYxrvaVvMLf2cDvuwsadTE5jb3hBbGrMWe1Jw3/s1600/wet+nipples.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5Ed88l6SXdNepY3kpWhKYk5-dHdf7zkl7VNP3e7gqlszHhdNMdfaea1MZDqMAcSXJ4rWgl7C_q080W51eAEANl5xdzUYNc2m12Yy43XYxrvaVvMLf2cDvuwsadTE5jb3hBbGrMWe1Jw3/s320/wet+nipples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586602377853919458" border="0" /></a><br />I was in pain but I just had to tell my sister what I had done because I knew she would find it very funny. As she did, and so did my brother in law once we took off to the beach for the day and the salt water from a wave splashed up onto my bathing suit top and seeped right through to the open wound on my left nipple and I screamed in pain! OUCH!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-80336300280846268582011-03-14T20:06:00.000-07:002011-03-14T20:34:40.639-07:00Finding My Happy Blog MediumI am so at a loss for words for this blog recently. I am so elated with my relationship that my thoughts don't match my blog. I can and will find a way to overcome the anxiety that seems to be plaguing my thoughts of overwhelming volumes of my loss of words for my beloved blog.<br />I don't want to lose my fellow friends nor change my blog title so bare with me as I create a happy medium in my blog world. Thank you all for being so patient. I have so much to share with you all.<br /><br />I am still in love and dating D. We aren't engaged just yet however he did purchase my ring and has a special event planned for a special engagement event but he wont give me any details about any of it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">He does know about my blog (gasp), HOWEVER he respects it as my personal diary and has no desire to read it. (THANK GOD). I was a bit apprehensive about telling him about it, only because I don't want to have any secrets between us. He had the right response and the way I hoped he would have reacted to my blog was exactly the way he took it. Yes, I did tell him it had details in it and although I don't quite think he understood the magnitude of the details I meant, he respected that they were not things I wanted him to read nor things he cared to read in detail. (He thinks I'm sweet and innocent) ;)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCZ-kN0j8PTos6gP4rUp8zREDQ6nQvHg8Gx55ompv0JkNJmvtZNc-3wHoWDwmcjFkIAOlUqEhH5_q3BxubkhHVNXc08qB-vw5bA31x1NQWcaLkm4LOdrg0KI1-cZULpOXKpCDLRoiYSUM/s1600/Sweet+and+innocent+%25284%2529.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCZ-kN0j8PTos6gP4rUp8zREDQ6nQvHg8Gx55ompv0JkNJmvtZNc-3wHoWDwmcjFkIAOlUqEhH5_q3BxubkhHVNXc08qB-vw5bA31x1NQWcaLkm4LOdrg0KI1-cZULpOXKpCDLRoiYSUM/s320/Sweet+and+innocent+%25284%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584142732056851714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKekiRDrX6omHh5B_ZcGCyJhP_hzYUlrKmCdVqAq2LIr9gLfogDMHT3XGt2-SkllYgjbDIJt9DDEQitLfB-91xTNPvgYXDpWX0Or7xgMz00GMk6wf0EHF86S5q2yhSiT5n5-IK5DUZYXb/s1600/Sweet+and+innocent+396.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKekiRDrX6omHh5B_ZcGCyJhP_hzYUlrKmCdVqAq2LIr9gLfogDMHT3XGt2-SkllYgjbDIJt9DDEQitLfB-91xTNPvgYXDpWX0Or7xgMz00GMk6wf0EHF86S5q2yhSiT5n5-IK5DUZYXb/s320/Sweet+and+innocent+396.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584142794135906882" border="0" /></a><br />So I look forward to again starting a new journey of writing and honesty with everyone. Thank you so very much for being so very patient with me.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-7125349437767805542011-03-07T21:32:00.000-08:002011-03-07T21:37:28.753-08:00Alive And HappySo I have been MIA for a few months...I truly have missed writing and reading everyone's blogs. D and I are still on the same path and page and still in love.<br /><br />Will continue this tomorrow when I can keep my eyes open and I have my new glasses so I can actually see the computer screen. :) Goodnight everyone and I will write tomorrow and catch up on some reading :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-23568723875867935842011-01-18T13:05:00.000-08:002011-01-18T15:39:53.302-08:00Playing Catch up on my Blog!I am alive my fellow bloggers! I have been so busy with my live, my new love , my kids and family, that I just haven't had any time to blog! I have missed it and I have missed all of you! My kids are great, we had great holidays and I am just extremely happy that they are over now!<br /><br />I am still in love with my man D and he is equally in love with me! :)<br /><br />Christmas went well, we had Christmas at my place with my boys the Thursday morning before Christmas, because I had to work Friday Christmas eve morning and the boys would be at their dad's places for Christmas morning. Christmas eve evening we went to my middle sister's for our family Christmas. Everyone was on their best behavior! :) Well except for my uncle S who was ready to hurry up and get out of their to go smoke some pot that he so politely announced at dinner, and my dad who decided to tell everyone that my cooking and was better than sex in the middle of dinner. Yes my family is as normal as everybody's. After dinner I took the boys to their dads and went to D's.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQvCHRLJ_AQ0PDJv4boMBWsPgjUfkyCsx8mW50-yAbf-K7cyn17q6q7d726EBre-4GdF_erTvv6ec-3Vhg4V-S3hZBNEJ12FjDVUM7wKaM6zqT9y7d9OAdTuLtsiuru_orjNKqNXoQwax/s1600/1225000928a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQvCHRLJ_AQ0PDJv4boMBWsPgjUfkyCsx8mW50-yAbf-K7cyn17q6q7d726EBre-4GdF_erTvv6ec-3Vhg4V-S3hZBNEJ12FjDVUM7wKaM6zqT9y7d9OAdTuLtsiuru_orjNKqNXoQwax/s320/1225000928a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563642345148940482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_LPB2Vvk2WHhycOlNycqWoeUFiYlP0AQ9a7qDAguHUU9X-miaa6O3fY9mW5laD0ECJVXxyXjFxHBq4ZrN07IgwnuOCjHIPbwjCNSuX5cQvDC_4PUdaB_pFl5kO_gTH43weUNf7QW9Nh2/s1600/0110011256.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_LPB2Vvk2WHhycOlNycqWoeUFiYlP0AQ9a7qDAguHUU9X-miaa6O3fY9mW5laD0ECJVXxyXjFxHBq4ZrN07IgwnuOCjHIPbwjCNSuX5cQvDC_4PUdaB_pFl5kO_gTH43weUNf7QW9Nh2/s320/0110011256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563642419261671074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Christmas morning was great we woke up to a white Christmas everything was snowed on and my man and I exchanged gifts. I got him a digital picture frame with memory card and I had borrowed (snuck) some pictures out of his picture box in his closet and uploaded all his pics of his family and daughter and him onto it, it was great! He loved it! He got me a tanzanite and diamond promise ring that is gorgeous!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTx6KaTj52yVcNC0aAeDXE1zB62IoScztRmkYgPBPlSacpPBxTSg00RfSIuoRCRX0s4POGqzaUqk3XZ5Nb_-f0refXjZ1rKunq7DqpPWvjETVbgpYmCx9AuQNj28BBimV3paNJCdUauGa/s1600/1225001319.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTx6KaTj52yVcNC0aAeDXE1zB62IoScztRmkYgPBPlSacpPBxTSg00RfSIuoRCRX0s4POGqzaUqk3XZ5Nb_-f0refXjZ1rKunq7DqpPWvjETVbgpYmCx9AuQNj28BBimV3paNJCdUauGa/s320/1225001319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563642524882247618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrDp3lo08Kf0CRiL803doxBTxjzcRVPMdYUURUDwyJQuH-383t4MYdVd6DXwXyYubNMfPa1SQYq8tM-ha8ra1oU2bd_guXhZSv8EcHsCYS3ttsccUkA70bdLYVi3TK70MfgKRt4Nc6BpV/s1600/1226001405.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrDp3lo08Kf0CRiL803doxBTxjzcRVPMdYUURUDwyJQuH-383t4MYdVd6DXwXyYubNMfPa1SQYq8tM-ha8ra1oU2bd_guXhZSv8EcHsCYS3ttsccUkA70bdLYVi3TK70MfgKRt4Nc6BpV/s320/1226001405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563642618355516098" border="0" /></a><br />I am so totally in love with him! So after our our sweet Christmas morning together with just the two of us, we headed over to pick his daughter up from her mom's. We had a little difficulty with the driving part and got snuck a time or tow on a few hills but we eventually made it south to his mom's house. It was a lovely family Christmas and everyone loves me! WOOHOO!<br /><br />On Monday morning I drove to my youngest sisters and best friends house for a few days of sister talk and cooking (cause we love to cook). We aren't wine drinkers but I had stopped by a winery on my way down and pick up a bottle of raspberry white zinfandel which was so full of deliciousness! We drank the entire bottle while we cooked dinner and caught up on each others lives! Wine and chocolate creme cake! yummy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6AoTZKjkrsmYMQ1ahfd-LeNKXxo0ADeA3iVfM2Rz6RMxIpglqrQLwyIhVE44t5R8tDHkIXCVVH9uyCpevHpAmC1EbkDrQlcUm1rg6TMSKjwnbgtuwsSXoitSndpyEDRl-j1noMyYtctr/s1600/1228002018.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6AoTZKjkrsmYMQ1ahfd-LeNKXxo0ADeA3iVfM2Rz6RMxIpglqrQLwyIhVE44t5R8tDHkIXCVVH9uyCpevHpAmC1EbkDrQlcUm1rg6TMSKjwnbgtuwsSXoitSndpyEDRl-j1noMyYtctr/s320/1228002018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563663154603213682" border="0" /></a>Was home in time for new years eve with my man and our kids. We had a great night! So all in all the holidays were great, but so glad they are over! Happy New Year everyone!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055496576164941920.post-71529482460464160042010-12-18T10:49:00.000-08:002010-12-19T20:29:00.234-08:00One of My Oddest Flings<div>A few years ago I started dating this man Dr. Y on his first year out of residency, very smart man and cute as a button with dark hair and dark eyes and good hair....you know the kind you just want to run your fingers through dark and soft longer on the top and front so he could style it.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Dr. Y, was 35 never married, no kids, and still lived with his mother...ok well his mom lived with him technically, but still you get the concept....There was obviously something wrong with this man !</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Single and gorgeous, a 35 yr old never married doctor with no kids, asked me out in the hallway at work! Of course I said YES! </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Oh I quickly found out why he was still single. He was very attentive and sweet, but the man had some issues. So I was thinking it could probably over look somethings....not everything! </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>First of all he had a foot fetish, ok I can deal with that since I love my feet getting massaged, touched, rubbed and such. So that one wasn't bad at all. </div><br />Second, he was OCD about his routine. He only took certain roads and he always took the same route. He always left work everyday and had to go to Best Buy to buy something...no joke he would buy something everyday. Usually something electronic of something that goes with or on or in something electronic.<br /><div> </div><br /><div>Third one was way worse he had an anxiety disorder, yes a doctor with anxiety about crowds and people! It was July 4th and I was all dressed up to go out somewhere when he called and me to see if I wanted to come keep him company and go out to dinner, I said sure. I went to his place and he says , "why don't we just stay in tonight", I say No I didn't shave my legs put on a mini skirt and fix my hair and makeup for sitting at home. Then he said well a friend of mine is having a cook out and fireworks show at his lake house, do you think you'd like to go? Sure, so we head that way.....<br /><br />When we arrived there were already four people there and the two of us made it six and I could see his face changes with the thought of more people showing up. Then two more, then two more......Here goes the attack...started with a nose bleed, then a shortness of breath, and a full panic attack because too many people were there .......<br /><br />I can deal with and over look many things but I'm no hermit...I need social events just to vent sometimes, even if its just to go window shopping. I like to get out and walk downtown and look at the old buildings, the architecture elements and angles of them are beautiful. He couldn't even do that for fear that too many people might get too close. Seriously!<br /><br />I did tell him, your a doctor don't you know they make medicine for those kind of issues. He wasn't amused but I was right! Well that relationship didn't last very long at all...we are still friends though but we never go out he always insist on cooking me dinner, which isn't a bad thing since he is a good cook.<br /><br />Since then he has bought his mom her own place and no lives alone with all his techno computer gadgets and things. Still single and still texts me but I let him know that I have found a man and I have fallen in love.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10