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Ok, now I'm insulted.
Posted:Nov 30, 2019 6:40 pm
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2019 7:05 pm
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Earlier this evening I was chatting with a friend who shared with me that a woman said she saw his "list of conquests" and doesn't want to be added "to the list."

Just whoa up right there lady. "Conquest"? Seriously? Every woman who has sex with a man is his conquest? Bull-fuckin-shit.

Maybe she was just playing hard to get. Maybe she's jealous. Maybe she thinks everyone is on this site looking for one special person, and only one person. I don't know. But I immediately felt a little defensive.

Some (I hope most) women are very involved in the decision making process that leads to getting naked with a man. We can pick and choose who we become intimate with. There's no subjugation involved. No epic battles that end in our being defeated and forced to slide down our panties.

Even with my strong submissive side, I never feel like a conquest. Will I let a man dominate me? Hell yeah. But he's not going to earn my submission by treating me like something he has "won." My submission is a gift, not a spoil of war.

Sorry, I try not to use my blog to vent, but this really rubbed me the wrong way.

Conquest.

Bah.
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You're getting very sleepy, but you won't get the flu.
Posted:Nov 20, 2019 3:55 am
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2019 6:22 pm
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Who else gets their flu shot? And did this year's knock you out?

I got mine yesterday at work. I expected the sore arm. I have had mild body aches in past years, so I was ready for that. What I was not prepared for was the crippling fatigue.

I was so sleepy I left work early. I took a short nap then had to go uber my to work. When i got home I decided to lay down just for a minute. Hahaha. 8 hours later my phone was ringing. It took 3 ring cycles before I was alert enough to realize it was my phone making that noise. Then I had no idea who I was talking to. It was my , calling because I was 30 minutes late. Gah. A coworker brought him home. I was sound asleep before he got here. It's a 4 minute drive. The boy checked on me to make sure I was mostly ok and ask if there were leftovers from dinner. I slept through dinner. I slept through all the little tasks I wanted to complete yesterday evening. I slept. And slept some more.

I am not known for being a great sleeper. My usual sleep pattern is a series of 90 minute naps with 30 minutes awake time in between. I am 100% contributing this to the flu shot. But I have never had this side effect before. Has anyone else had extreme fatigue after this year's flu shot?
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34 1/2
Posted:Nov 13, 2019 8:25 pm
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2019 3:58 pm
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My job is never boring. I have a resident who has gradually become hard to manage. He actually pissed at me. Seriously, whipped his pecker out and aimed and pissed. I can take a lot, truly I can. But if a man is going to piss at me , he's not appropriate for the level of care my home offers. I can't just toss him though. There are hoops to jump through. The first hoop is getting the dept of aging to come decide if he needs a higher level of care. A lovely woman from the dept came today to evaluate him. During the conversation he kept saying "34 1/2." She and I would ask what that meant and he would never say. At the end of the screening he looked at me and said "what's 9x9?" I said "81" he said "what's 8x9?" I said "72" he said "what's half of 69?" I said "34 1/2" he laughed, pointed to his crotch and said "c'mon babe, give me a 34 1/2." The woman from the dept and I just looked at each other for a moment and she said "yes, he needs a different living situation."
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Guys.... It's snowing!!!
Posted:Nov 7, 2019 12:30 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2019 8:02 pm
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Remember back when we were all little, like 8, maybe 2nd or 3rd grade and the whole class would get all excited when it snowed for the first time the fall??

I still do ! I love the snow!

And I want this much by morning!
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Don't drink and drive!
Posted:Nov 5, 2019 2:17 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2019 8:03 pm
14364 Views
But this is funny...
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Holy ground.
Posted:Nov 3, 2019 4:51 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2019 12:31 pm
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Does anyone else have a place that they visit when they need to feel that everything is ok? A place that reminds to just be still. Be patient. To understand that this world is going to keep spinning regardless of what we do. Or don't do. This world is so much bigger than me. Sometimes I need to be reminded that a lot of my worries and troubles are silly.
This is one of my holy lands. I'm off to visit a couple others today.
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So it's going to be Monday all fucking week
Posted:Oct 30, 2019 7:38 am
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2019 4:41 am
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Is it just , or is the entire world in a funk this week?

Everything from some fucker stealing my good pen the coffee store not having domed lids has attempted to crush my spirit. Usually I just brush stuff aside and move along.

This week I am feeling this pic to my very core.....
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But...... I actually like vanilla.
Posted:Jul 1, 2019 5:36 pm
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2019 10:41 pm
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Where are all the people who just plain old fashioned fun fucking??

Everyone has a fantasy. That's fine, but why not save it until we actually meet and see if we click. I mean it is possible that someday I may curl up in your lap and you . I might cops and robbers and let you pull me over and fuck me with your nightstick. I might sit across the desk from in the pretend principals office like the best naughty you ever saw. I might let you me mama and "nurse" you. I might do what ever crazy fantasy you cook up. I might.

But I might not.

The only I'm interested in playing is a horny middle aged woman who hates heels and lingerie and just can't have fun sex at home. My biggest fantasy is someone sliding his hand into the hair on the back of my head, pulling gently to tilt my face up for a kiss.

Seriously, that's what I crave. So before we break the toys and costumes and horrible fake accents, can we just try basic vanilla sex and see how that goes??
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I am such a dirty girl!
Posted:Jun 30, 2019 2:32 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 5:38 pm
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Seriously. I'm filthy.

The flower beds work had been neglected for a couple years. I adopted them as a weekend project. They are much, much bigger than they look. They were cleared yesterday and planted today. I am covered in such an amount of dirt I don't know I want to clean the shower after I wash. My fingernails need some major TLC. I am a little sunburnt. Every muscle in my body hurts. But for the first time in a long time, I feel right with the world. I made something new. I added beauty.

This is totally my second favorite kind of dirty.
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I honestly wasn't sure this would happen
Posted:Jun 21, 2019 6:46 am
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2019 3:45 pm
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My youngest , my boy turns 18 today. There were times over the years that I was very doubtful I could keep the alive to this point. Between wrecking bicycles and rolling quads, jumping off 40 foot diving platforms when he was way too little, irritating his older sisters to the point of exasperation and downright brutal retaliation, and of course pissing his father off on numerous occasions, I really wasn't sure we would make it this far.

But, here we are. My is a man, in the eyes of western culture anyway. He is 6'7. Has a deep voice. Has to shave his face. Yet, he is my . I love all my fiercely, but he is the last. The last to take his first steps. The last to pat my cheek and tell me "I'll be ok ma" before he boldly charged up the school bus steps on his first day of kindergarten.

He has grown up so much in just the past few months. Due to rolling a quad, breaking bones and pulverizing ligaments and coping with recovery of both the initial injuries and subsequent reconstruction surgeries, and to be quite honest, his laziness, he did not graduate high school this year. Once it became apparent that he was not receiving a diploma, he at first had the expected "fuck it, i will get my GED" attitude. Within a few weeks though, he decided he does want a diploma. He wants to "do it right." Damn. Maybe he gets it. I dunno.

What really blows my mind, this , who is the most laid back, lackadaisical human on the planet. Who learned at a very early age that he was gifted with a charm and a killer lopsided grin that would combine to get him out of whatever trouble he got himself into, and if you're going to be late to summer school, you might as well stop and get donuts for everyone, you will be even later, but hey, donuts for everyone, is dead set on becoming a Marine. Both the Drs and the Marines expect that his injuries will heal allowing him to enlist. My , my sweet boy, a Marine. Oooff. That kinda hurts.

I feel like a parent should give their advice in potent moments like "big" birthdays. But I'm a girl, I'm not sure if the advice I gave my girls is appropriate for the boy . Things like "keep YOUR friends, you will all move and have families, but stay as close as possible to your friends, you lived through training bras and braces and first periods together, share the rest of your lives too" and to that liberal middle (god help me, a liberal) "You are NOT equal to a man, you never will be, and that's ok. If men and women were equal, there would not be both men and women, there would be wen or some shit, but not both. Men and women complete each other, you are far superior to men in some ways, and they are superior to you in some ways. Should you have equal rights? of course, are we equal? no." But now, with the boy, that doesn't feel like enough. What does a man/boy need to know? I will pass along any words of wisdom shared.

The best I could do was waking him this morning by serenading him with "simple man" by lynard skynard. I used to rock him to sleep to that song, he's known every word since he could talk, and he does a ass cover of it himself. Just keep it simple beautiful boy. You will be just fine.
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Bad joke of the week.
Posted:Jun 19, 2019 3:12 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2019 2:43 pm
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This old man and woman had been married for 30 years.

In those 30 years, the woman had always insisted on the the lights being off when they had sex as she was embarrassed.

The man was thankful for this as he was embarrassed too and scared that he couldn’t please her, so in the dark he always used a big vibrator on her.

After all these years of sex, she still had no idea that’s what he did.

day, she decided that they’d been together so long that there was no reason to be embarrassed even though her body was now old. So in the middle of sex she reached over and turned the bedside lamp on, see that her husband was using a vibrator.

She said angrily, “I knew it! Explain the vibrator!”

The man replied, “Okay, but first – explain the !”
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Dream interpretor needed!
Posted:Jun 11, 2019 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2019 6:46 am
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I had the weirdest dream last night....

I was driving down the interstate, and I came up behind a tri axle. We were cruising along, and then he a bump and a bounce pinky ball bounced right his truck. I backed off a little. We go a little further, he hits a big bump and here come maybe a half dozen bounce pinky balls come boinging at me. The fuck? I back off some more. He slows down. Traffic catches up and some douchecanoe in a tractor trailer decides to drive right beside me. Then! Oh my gosh! Then! The tri axles tailgate starts to crack open and like eleventymillion bounce pinky balls come pouring right at me. So I close my sunroof and turn my windshield wipers on and those bounce pinky balls are just going everywhere!

And then I woke up.

I know this dream is trying tell me something, but I don't know what.
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I don't want to be your girlfriend.
Posted:Jun 10, 2019 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2019 7:12 pm
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But can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?

Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?

Can you love me when I'm bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?

Can you love me then too? Can you love me in the starry night , shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?

Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?

When I bring down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?

What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt harden over all the pomegranate seeds we've planted?

Will you trust that Spring will return?

Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and bring them the surface of your life?

Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?

Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?

Will you fear my shifting shape?

Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?

Do you fear they will capture your soul?

Are you afraid step into me?

The meat-eating plants and flowers armed with poisonous darts are not in my jungle to stop you from coming. Not you.

So do not worry. They belong to me, and I have invited you here.

Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga: the wild old wise one, she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.

You cannot be with the wild if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky .

If you want be safe, go back your tiny room, the night is not for you.

If you want be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.

I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep the cold away.

I will leave you naked and biting. Clawing at the sheets. you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that bloom when no one is watching.

So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.

There is nothing in you that can scare me. Nothing in you I will not use make you great.

A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.

She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.

She will see it that you shall rise again.

She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.
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