So my new favorite thing is to look at houses on the internet. Interiors and such. Love seeing the different ideas, color schemes, designs, you name it, that people use. What I find really puzzling is that A LOT of the homes I look at have these huge windows in the bathroom. It perplexes me. I know you can put up window treatments, which most of these pics don't portray. I just wondered why would you want such huge windows in your bathroom considering what you do there?
The house I grew up in had one window in the bathroom. It was normal sized but we had a shade and paneled curtains over it.The shade was rarely ever raised. I don't know. Just found it weird and wondered why. Maybe someone will answer it in my travels.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Fernando!
*chuckling*
So I have finally found a replacement for my Raul. As a matter of fact it is the same model as Raul it is just a different color. I'm still going through my love for pink. *eye roll at myself* I don't understand it myself but suddenly everything pink is what I want. So it is bubble gum pink and I named him Fernando. *sniggles*
So I said that once I found my replacement for Raul that I would give the story of the search for said replacement. Oh. My. Word. Who would have thought that a vajayjay, especially mine, would or could be so dang picky. *smh looking down at my nether region*
*flips back through blogs* Good grief! Raul died almost three years to the day that I found Fernando! *cthu* Only me. *glances down at nether region again* Finicky heffa.
So, my search for Fernando began a few months later. I got ten working fingers. I didn't need to rush. lol So I decided to start with the toy shops on The Block, Bmore's red light district. There is one shop down there I don't go in. The guy who runs it is pure grouch whenever a woman comes in the store. His loss, not mine. I go where my hard earned dollars are appreciated. I'm not gonna put on my Norma Rae over a sex toy. Not. Gonna. Happen.
So I went to the shops that were lady friendly. None of them had anything remotely resembling Raul. I went to a few other shops that I frequent for wedding gifts and no dice. Then I took to the internet. *sighs* Everything was either huge, mini, *pauses searching for word* or oddly shaped. Nothing normal sized.
So I let it go for awhile. Then I decide to come back to it and figure, maybe it is time for a change. So back to The Block I go. I'm in pink mode by this time. Who knows. That might be when it began. Anyway, I see one that has a bend to it. *mischievous side eye left* Reminded me of someone I knew. *sniggle* However, unlike the someone I knew it has a remote control. *amused side eye left* I'm gonna blame my error in buying this thing on memories and amusement.
Now, the thing is sealed inside plastic. So I didn't get to touch it before hand. This will soon show me that it is not a good thing to not touch before buying.
I get the thing home and wrestle it out of its packaging. *disgusted sighs* Dear retailers: That sealed thick azz plastic is only a deterrent for buyers. The thieves have the specialty scissors needed to get it out of the packaging. I do not! I scratched and cut my hands all up trying to get it loose! By the time I got it out of the plastic I wasn't exactly having happy horny feelings.
*breathes*
So I now hold my new toy in my hand and I'm trying to decide what to call it. Then I TRY to close my hand around it. W...T...H? My hand barely closes around this thing! Goldie dries up further if possible. If I can't fit my fingers comfortably around it then it is not for Goldie. * unapologetic shrug*
So there are no refunds on sex toys, as you know. So I figure I'll at least give it a try. I have. Twice. Why does the off button on the remote not work? You can turn it on and speed it up but you can't turn the damn thing off!!!!!
Then of course it doesn't fit Goldie and then it is made from silicone. My nether region, I have found, doesn't like silicone. I can't even use this $35 toy as a tickler on my lady parts! And that bend that I thought was such a cute reminder of someone else does not work as I thought it would. And I've tried. Twice!
*le sigh*
So, I take another break from the search. Then back to the store I go. This time, I grab an old standby in the toy world. I remember seeing them in wig catalogs that came to our house as a child. No. No one in my house wore a wig. *shrug* I was just recently reminded of these catalogs and this "massager" as it was called back then. It was $10 and I figured it was at least close to Raul. Again I did not touch it before bringing it home. It was in a box but the box wasn't sealed. I really should have looked in the box.
I get this thing home and open the box. Inside is a "massager" even bigger than the pink monster now sitting in the toy chest collecting dust. This thing takes two C sized batteries!!!!!!
What in all the rings of Hell????????????? Raul took two double A batteries. WTH are you people putting in your orifices and why? *sighs* You're making it difficult for the rest of us to get ours without tearing ourselves a new hole!
Again, no refunds on the toy. I try it. I think maybe 5-6 times before it too joins the pink monster in the toy chest. It is just too big to even tickle me right. *sighs*
So back I go. At this point I am determined to find something that fits. So on this last trip it is close to Christmas. I'm in the store taking my time browsing and mean mugging the two toys I've tried and anything resembling them. There is a young black couple on the other side of the store. They are talking low at first and then all of a sudden I hear:
"I already told you you're not putting anything in my butt! If you want the butt beads for you then I'll buy them for your Christmas present but you ain't putting nothing in my butt!"
Then she storms out of the store. Then he slinks out the store behind her. Then I bust out laughing. Grab a mini "massager" off the wall and call it a day. They made my whole day. *chuckling*
The mini is no Raul but it will do. And it does do until...*contented sigh* One day I was on my fetish site and saw an ad for an adult toy site. I don't know why but something said click it and I did and I found him! Fernando!!!! Oh there were purple ones too! But I've got some pink accessories so I stuck with the pink motif. *chuckling* I'll probably go back and buy a purple one...and the purple accessories. But for now I have FERNANDO!
He fits! He fits! Just the way he is supposed to! *lol* Fernando hits all the spots that Raul use to hit. *happy contented sighs and humming In The Pink by Jem and the Holograms* He costs twice as much as Raul did but it was worth every penny!
However, the site was having a give away with purchases over a certain amount. Mind your business. So, I figure what the hey and add the free "massager" to my cart. Then they get here. Fernando gets an antibacterial wash, just in case, and put to work. Judge me. I don't care. Goldie is happy and that is all that matters.
However...the freebie. Ummm...I ain't judging. I know everyone is built differently in their private adult happy parts but ummm...I can't fit this thing in my mouth. *goggle eyed* So this is one of those things that I just can't keep to myself and I decide to tell CCW2 as we are walking to our cars one evening. Hey! She told me about buying a 25 cent "massager" in the office. I figure telling her about the freebie on the parking lot is safe.
Why did this fool say to give it to her? I said, Umm, I tried to put it in my mouth. She shrugged like so what. I don't know why but something about that was just like, NO. If it had still been in the box I wouldn't have had a problem giving it to her. But my teeth had been on it. Seriously, I stretched my jaw till it hurt and still couldn't get it in but so far. I do not have a little mouth! Look...*sniggles* long story short I read something one day that made me wonder what was my oral limit. I can fit my tee ball bat in my mouth. The freebie? No. So that now also sits in the toy chest all pink and huge and unused. Not even as a tickler. I tried and Goldie said she didn't trust me not harm her with that thing. *chuckle* The odd thing is that it takes double A batteries like Fernando. But the sleeve on the outside is HUGE!
So that is the long, crazy, convoluted story of finding a "massager" for my vajajay Goldie. Finicky heffa.
*tips water glass at monitor and continues humming In The Pink*
So I have finally found a replacement for my Raul. As a matter of fact it is the same model as Raul it is just a different color. I'm still going through my love for pink. *eye roll at myself* I don't understand it myself but suddenly everything pink is what I want. So it is bubble gum pink and I named him Fernando. *sniggles*
So I said that once I found my replacement for Raul that I would give the story of the search for said replacement. Oh. My. Word. Who would have thought that a vajayjay, especially mine, would or could be so dang picky. *smh looking down at my nether region*
*flips back through blogs* Good grief! Raul died almost three years to the day that I found Fernando! *cthu* Only me. *glances down at nether region again* Finicky heffa.
So, my search for Fernando began a few months later. I got ten working fingers. I didn't need to rush. lol So I decided to start with the toy shops on The Block, Bmore's red light district. There is one shop down there I don't go in. The guy who runs it is pure grouch whenever a woman comes in the store. His loss, not mine. I go where my hard earned dollars are appreciated. I'm not gonna put on my Norma Rae over a sex toy. Not. Gonna. Happen.
So I went to the shops that were lady friendly. None of them had anything remotely resembling Raul. I went to a few other shops that I frequent for wedding gifts and no dice. Then I took to the internet. *sighs* Everything was either huge, mini, *pauses searching for word* or oddly shaped. Nothing normal sized.
So I let it go for awhile. Then I decide to come back to it and figure, maybe it is time for a change. So back to The Block I go. I'm in pink mode by this time. Who knows. That might be when it began. Anyway, I see one that has a bend to it. *mischievous side eye left* Reminded me of someone I knew. *sniggle* However, unlike the someone I knew it has a remote control. *amused side eye left* I'm gonna blame my error in buying this thing on memories and amusement.
Now, the thing is sealed inside plastic. So I didn't get to touch it before hand. This will soon show me that it is not a good thing to not touch before buying.
I get the thing home and wrestle it out of its packaging. *disgusted sighs* Dear retailers: That sealed thick azz plastic is only a deterrent for buyers. The thieves have the specialty scissors needed to get it out of the packaging. I do not! I scratched and cut my hands all up trying to get it loose! By the time I got it out of the plastic I wasn't exactly having happy horny feelings.
*breathes*
So I now hold my new toy in my hand and I'm trying to decide what to call it. Then I TRY to close my hand around it. W...T...H? My hand barely closes around this thing! Goldie dries up further if possible. If I can't fit my fingers comfortably around it then it is not for Goldie. * unapologetic shrug*
So there are no refunds on sex toys, as you know. So I figure I'll at least give it a try. I have. Twice. Why does the off button on the remote not work? You can turn it on and speed it up but you can't turn the damn thing off!!!!!
Then of course it doesn't fit Goldie and then it is made from silicone. My nether region, I have found, doesn't like silicone. I can't even use this $35 toy as a tickler on my lady parts! And that bend that I thought was such a cute reminder of someone else does not work as I thought it would. And I've tried. Twice!
*le sigh*
So, I take another break from the search. Then back to the store I go. This time, I grab an old standby in the toy world. I remember seeing them in wig catalogs that came to our house as a child. No. No one in my house wore a wig. *shrug* I was just recently reminded of these catalogs and this "massager" as it was called back then. It was $10 and I figured it was at least close to Raul. Again I did not touch it before bringing it home. It was in a box but the box wasn't sealed. I really should have looked in the box.
I get this thing home and open the box. Inside is a "massager" even bigger than the pink monster now sitting in the toy chest collecting dust. This thing takes two C sized batteries!!!!!!
What in all the rings of Hell????????????? Raul took two double A batteries. WTH are you people putting in your orifices and why? *sighs* You're making it difficult for the rest of us to get ours without tearing ourselves a new hole!
Again, no refunds on the toy. I try it. I think maybe 5-6 times before it too joins the pink monster in the toy chest. It is just too big to even tickle me right. *sighs*
So back I go. At this point I am determined to find something that fits. So on this last trip it is close to Christmas. I'm in the store taking my time browsing and mean mugging the two toys I've tried and anything resembling them. There is a young black couple on the other side of the store. They are talking low at first and then all of a sudden I hear:
"I already told you you're not putting anything in my butt! If you want the butt beads for you then I'll buy them for your Christmas present but you ain't putting nothing in my butt!"
Then she storms out of the store. Then he slinks out the store behind her. Then I bust out laughing. Grab a mini "massager" off the wall and call it a day. They made my whole day. *chuckling*
The mini is no Raul but it will do. And it does do until...*contented sigh* One day I was on my fetish site and saw an ad for an adult toy site. I don't know why but something said click it and I did and I found him! Fernando!!!! Oh there were purple ones too! But I've got some pink accessories so I stuck with the pink motif. *chuckling* I'll probably go back and buy a purple one...and the purple accessories. But for now I have FERNANDO!
He fits! He fits! Just the way he is supposed to! *lol* Fernando hits all the spots that Raul use to hit. *happy contented sighs and humming In The Pink by Jem and the Holograms* He costs twice as much as Raul did but it was worth every penny!
However, the site was having a give away with purchases over a certain amount. Mind your business. So, I figure what the hey and add the free "massager" to my cart. Then they get here. Fernando gets an antibacterial wash, just in case, and put to work. Judge me. I don't care. Goldie is happy and that is all that matters.
However...the freebie. Ummm...I ain't judging. I know everyone is built differently in their private adult happy parts but ummm...I can't fit this thing in my mouth. *goggle eyed* So this is one of those things that I just can't keep to myself and I decide to tell CCW2 as we are walking to our cars one evening. Hey! She told me about buying a 25 cent "massager" in the office. I figure telling her about the freebie on the parking lot is safe.
Why did this fool say to give it to her? I said, Umm, I tried to put it in my mouth. She shrugged like so what. I don't know why but something about that was just like, NO. If it had still been in the box I wouldn't have had a problem giving it to her. But my teeth had been on it. Seriously, I stretched my jaw till it hurt and still couldn't get it in but so far. I do not have a little mouth! Look...*sniggles* long story short I read something one day that made me wonder what was my oral limit. I can fit my tee ball bat in my mouth. The freebie? No. So that now also sits in the toy chest all pink and huge and unused. Not even as a tickler. I tried and Goldie said she didn't trust me not harm her with that thing. *chuckle* The odd thing is that it takes double A batteries like Fernando. But the sleeve on the outside is HUGE!
So that is the long, crazy, convoluted story of finding a "massager" for my vajajay Goldie. Finicky heffa.
*tips water glass at monitor and continues humming In The Pink*
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Just the facts
Breezing by just to give the facts. *chuckle* I'm in a really good place right now so not too much to complain about.
The crazy white guy that *finger quotes* resigned has found a new job. So we've stopped worrying that he'll show up to the job to take out his frustrations on us. It is right up his alley too. I wish him well.
The job is busy with the new duties I have but hey it is a living. I'm making strides to move forward in my life in positive ways. I'm shedding anything and anyone negative without a backwards glance. It feels awesome. I finally understand the phrase: I'm too blessed to be stressed. *bright smile*
I ain't got time for the drama. I finally realized how to let people walk their own path without getting sucked into it. It is day 36 of 2013 and my fuggs to give remain at zero. *shrug* And it feels really good.
I caught myself about to grumble a couple days ago. *smh smiling* I was looking at what I had left over after I had paid my monthly bills and was about to grumble when I remembered having zero left over after bills. I gave thanks to God for raising me up from there and kept it moving. My only wish at that point was a trip to my favorite steakhouse anyway. You know a couple days later a friend showed up to treat me to lunch there? *smiling* My Lord God is truly an awesome God. Not only are my needs met but my wants too.
Like I said, I ain't got too much to complain about. What I would complain about I am finding constructive ways to work through it. Complaining very rarely does any good for me anyway. It is always best just to figure out the lesson or skill or whatever I'm supposed to get out of a situation so that I can move on. Life is about more than just surviving the rough patches but appreciating them for what they were meant for.
*chuckle* I sound all Zen like. I guess that is just how I am feeling now. Trust it isn't an all day every day feeling...YET! But every day it lasts longer and longer. I am so grateful and thankful right now that I feel like gushing.
There's a lot going on with the folk around me but...*shrug* that's their journey not mine. And I am finally okay with that.
Oh! The Ravens won the Superbowl. I could care less but it has made people in Baltimore a little more pleasant. People have been in good moods for the past couple days. Baltimore needed that spirit lift. I'm hoping it carries through for a while.
Otherwise my president is still black *chuckle*, life is good, my books are doing well. I can't live off the proceeds YET! But I know I soon shall be able to do so. Then I can really start pumping out stories. I've got so many ideas! Oh and I found a new happy place. *lol* Amazing what you find and how your life changes when you go looking for the light and happiness instead of dwelling on unhappiness and the dark. Yup! The Lord God is STILL good, STILL sits on His throne and all is right with the world.
The crazy white guy that *finger quotes* resigned has found a new job. So we've stopped worrying that he'll show up to the job to take out his frustrations on us. It is right up his alley too. I wish him well.
The job is busy with the new duties I have but hey it is a living. I'm making strides to move forward in my life in positive ways. I'm shedding anything and anyone negative without a backwards glance. It feels awesome. I finally understand the phrase: I'm too blessed to be stressed. *bright smile*
I ain't got time for the drama. I finally realized how to let people walk their own path without getting sucked into it. It is day 36 of 2013 and my fuggs to give remain at zero. *shrug* And it feels really good.
I caught myself about to grumble a couple days ago. *smh smiling* I was looking at what I had left over after I had paid my monthly bills and was about to grumble when I remembered having zero left over after bills. I gave thanks to God for raising me up from there and kept it moving. My only wish at that point was a trip to my favorite steakhouse anyway. You know a couple days later a friend showed up to treat me to lunch there? *smiling* My Lord God is truly an awesome God. Not only are my needs met but my wants too.
Like I said, I ain't got too much to complain about. What I would complain about I am finding constructive ways to work through it. Complaining very rarely does any good for me anyway. It is always best just to figure out the lesson or skill or whatever I'm supposed to get out of a situation so that I can move on. Life is about more than just surviving the rough patches but appreciating them for what they were meant for.
*chuckle* I sound all Zen like. I guess that is just how I am feeling now. Trust it isn't an all day every day feeling...YET! But every day it lasts longer and longer. I am so grateful and thankful right now that I feel like gushing.
There's a lot going on with the folk around me but...*shrug* that's their journey not mine. And I am finally okay with that.
Oh! The Ravens won the Superbowl. I could care less but it has made people in Baltimore a little more pleasant. People have been in good moods for the past couple days. Baltimore needed that spirit lift. I'm hoping it carries through for a while.
Otherwise my president is still black *chuckle*, life is good, my books are doing well. I can't live off the proceeds YET! But I know I soon shall be able to do so. Then I can really start pumping out stories. I've got so many ideas! Oh and I found a new happy place. *lol* Amazing what you find and how your life changes when you go looking for the light and happiness instead of dwelling on unhappiness and the dark. Yup! The Lord God is STILL good, STILL sits on His throne and all is right with the world.
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