So Spring has sprung. It’s been such a strange time in my life. I’m thinking a lot. Dreaming a lot. Wondering a lot. Angry a lot.
First the anger. I am so angry at the waste I am seeing. *smh* There’s too much to list. Most important is the waste of life. Waste of life in wars that rage on and I don’t even know what they are about. Waste of life on this planet. People die in the streets like life is nothing special. A woman shot her niece becuz she didn’t like what she was wearing. A man kills his girlfriend and then himself becuz he had nothing better to do that night. Teens bully another teen to commit suicide…and she does.
It’s such a waste. This planet is absolutely gorgeous for lack of better words. But so few seem to actually enjoy it.
I love cruising. I can sit on deck and just watch the sea go by in wonder. It makes me so happy and peaceful all at the same time. At least once a year I must dip in the sea just to restore my spiritual balance, come hook or crook, I gotta do this.
The ocean isn’t everyone’s joy, I know. But I also know for everyone there is that thing about this planet that makes it absolutely worth trying to be a better person. If only each person would seek it out I think people would live happier lives.
Too many are just caught up in the race for artificial material gains. Riches. Myself included. Though, I believe that I seek these things in order to improve the quality of my life and those around me. But I think that is what most rich greedy bastards started out doing. And look at them now and look at the world that they rule.
*smh*
I’m just trying to figure it out. I know I can’t solve anyone else’s problems but my own but I don’t know how to solve my own problems so I spend my time mulling over my friends’ and family’s problems. Trying to work them out for them and then figure out how to get them to take my advice. I’ve done this to my utter and complete failure and frustration! I really hate when people do the opposite of what is best for them (after asking my advice) and then wanna cry on my shoulder cuz it didn’t work out.
*sigh*
In trying to solve my own problems the answers elude me all together. I sometimes think that once you figure it all out and get your mind and life right you’ll die. That the journey will be over. That maybe that is why it takes so long for some of us to get it together.
*shrug*
I don’t know. What I do know is that this world has so much to offer and it truly saddens me that so few get any joy out of it. It kinda messes with my enjoyment. I know that as I am enjoying my favorite meal at my favorite restaurant that someone in the kitchen isn’t making enough money to make ends meet for their family even though they are working as hard as they can.
I know that while I’m chilling on my job one of my coworkers is experiencing personal loss of family and friends all in the span of mere months of each other.
I know while I am cruising one of the cruise staff is missing the spouse and kids they haven’t seen for 3-6 months.
And always, somewhere in the world someone is being tortured for their beliefs or just becuz there are way too many psychos in the world. There is always someone starving. Starving for food, love, attention, health, life, etc.
These things keep me stuck. I wanna be happy and I find times when I truly enjoy myself…and then…the news comes on or I surf the internet and read about a 7 year girl whose stepsister sells her to some grown azzed men for sex in the U.S.A. WTF is wrong with people?
The anger…I’ve been angry too much lately. Just angry at the sheer waste and futility of it all sometimes.
People are so worried about women having abortions that they totally miss the point that we have children alive and breathing in this world that we haven’t found hearts or homes for. Protest for those children. Get those children safe loving homes and I can almost guarantee that one day abortion won’t be an issue at all.
When I see PETA people on the news they seem so passionate about the animals bred to be clothing, adorn clothing and such that I often wonder how much better the world would be if they actually focused their collective energies on something important like the continued illiteracy in the US or the world. What would happen if the passionate folk of PETA turned their focus to helping the Native American stop their teens from committing suicide at such an alarming rate? What would happen if the folk at PETA worked on trying to save humanity instead of throwing paint on people’s clothing cuz its mink?
People mad cuz people wear minks…as long as a person isn’t wearing something that’s endangered I have nothing to say. How about the folk at PETA go protest the women and children being sold into sexual slavery all over the world? How about the folk at PETA focus on the teen pregnancy situation in the US? How about getting the world to stop using fossil fuels?
There’s so much loneliness in the world. I get online and there are way too many people there. I can only guess that they don’t have enough real life folk to keep them occupied offline like myself.
I tweet and sometimes I just sit and read. There are so many lonely people in my twitter timeline (tt). I’m like folk pull it together. Stop missing people and go find them. I hear excuse after excuse about why people can’t go get that person they desire. Even from the guys! It amazes me.
One thing my little e-romance taught me with My Obsession is to just grab people. No No No! Don’t kidnap no damn body!!!!! I did not tell you that ish so you can’t use that as a defense.
But if you feeling someone, open up your mouth and tell them! Just tell them! You don’t have to say you are in love cuz really you don’t know that online. Everyone isn’t being honest about themselves so until you meet them you never know. But just tell them you feeling them and let’s see if we can do this thing offline.
Why does that seem to be so hard? Has electronics truly crippled us emotionally to the point we will not even take a chance on finding a mate?
What about me?
*shrug*
I’m not lonely. I am looking for someone extraordinary. I believe My Obsession would have been fun for a bit but that is all. We really didn’t have that much in common and he could be a bit too opinionated. Truth: I think he is becoming a cantankerous old man. He seems very set in his ways. I’m still exploring and he…he just seems real bitter and sad about some past ish that he is still holding onto. He isn’t but 6 years older than me. That scares me a bit. I don’t wanna be a bitter old black woman. Ever.
I read an article on BA that the social problems in Japan have gotten to the point that there are men who stay in their rooms online and don’t come out for days. Meanwhile, I read somewhere that they’ve designed a pillow for women that has arms to hold you while you sleep. WTH?
I prefer the man. The day I settle for that pillow the morning after you will find me dead of a drug overdose.
Take a chance, folk. Take a chance. When I find my extraordinary I will take that chance.
I’m dreaming a lot lately, too. I don’t know if that is a good thing or not considering whom I’m dreaming about. *chuckle* Mostly my mother and a few of the folk in my tt. Nothing freaky or anything but I guess it’s a warning that I am spending too much time online. *eyeroll* I’ll try to cut back.
I once tweeted: Twitter is the devil. Someone tweeted back: …And Face Book is its bytch. LOL I have so far resisted getting a FB account. I will do so as long as I can lol.
I wanna end this on a high happy note but I don’t know that I can. Life…is…something else…I believe in God. I’m hoping I make it to Heaven. If I do, I wanna get in that line to have a very short chat with either Him, Jesus or one of the really smart folk that hang with Them to explain it to me. Cuz I don’t believe I’ll figure it all out this go around. We just don’t have enough free time to figure it all out.
Living takes up so much of your time that you have very little time to figure it ALL out. I’m just gonna need some loose ends tied up when mine is over. Please and thanks.
*tips water bottle at monitor*
Friday, April 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Just Randomness, Again...
Well as you can see I did get dug out and got back to work. Been busy as a one armed paper hanger since we got back to work. *lol* The people in non-snowed in areas were not impressed with the fact that we were snowed in and unable to get to work. Oh well. It was what it was. Getting caught up. Jeez! Office shuts down for one week and people act like it was the end of their world. Puh-lease. They are just fine.
I haven’t heard a peep from My Obsession about whether he liked the stories or not. I will take it that he doesn’t. I guess I won’t post anymore online. Yeah, he still gets online from time to time. Like I said, I have been stopping by my old stomping ground online. He’s there just not often. So it isn’t too weird. Funny, the moment I figured out he must not like the stories my muse spoke to me and I saw how to turn it into a love story LMAO! Laws! I miss the days when my stories were all short stories. Everything turns into a novel now. *sigh*
Such is life. I ain’t complaining. It keeps me busy and out of trouble.
What trouble? Well, first of all that guy is still calling. About once a week now. *smh* I am not all that. He’s not a bad looking dude. He’ll find someone new to bug come the spring hopefully. She has my condolences. *chuckle*
Past couple weeks have been really stressful. I don’t know what is going on with people. Everyone just seems more stressed than usual. We are getting more changes every day. Just after the storm we got yet one more new computer system. I already knew this ish wasn’t gonna work after the other two systems effed up everything from accounts payables to payroll. So I already knew to back up all my work TWO TIMES.
Monday morning when we got in I pulled up the files I normally work from on the new server. *chuckle* Half of them were missing and the ones that were there hadn’t been updated since June 2009. Um. No. I work in these files daily and had added new ones.
Pulled out one of my back ups and went to work. Meanwhile…there were people walking around fussing and cussing. One chick had tears in her eyes cuz she didn’t understand how they effed up her files.
CONFUSED FACE.
OH REALLY? You don’t know? *smh* People really expected things to go off without a hitch. Chile after they shorted my paycheck, paid dead people and lost the top execs paychecks I knew not to expect perfection. As a friend of mine still in IT likes to say: There are A, B, & C students in every profession. IT is no different. We got some A students on the job in IT. But we got some B & C students, too.
I am in the process of making a new friend. That’s cool. Actually a few of them. There’s Hellokittyslut, link to her blog over to your right, and a few cool chicks on BA. BA is planning a meet a greet next year at Mardi Gras. Getting my chicks together to go with. I am not going all the way to New Orleans by myself during Mardi Gras. Do you know how many tourists turn up dead or don’t turn up at all during Mardi Gras? One is too many so I am taking my girls with me.
Yeah, I know the heifers complain a lot but they know the rule. I don’t get but one good vacation a year. If you mess it up by complaining then you have to reimburse me for my vacation. Think I am playing and get left out a couple trips and learn.
They adhere to this rule. That’s the good thing about old friends. Most of the kinks are already worked out of the relationship and we still like each other.
New friends are great, too. Hellokittyslut and I seem to have quite a few things in common. I hope one day we can get together for drinks or dinner but it’s gonna be a minute. Gotta kick the tires and just check her out. Make sure I feel good about her.
Hard for me to trust meeting people online. Just never know about people online until you look in their eyes and can be sure. *shrug* Or maybe that’s just me.
I know, meet in a public place. Do you have any idea how many people have gone missing from a public place? So she gonna have to give me a minute. I got friend and family maintenance to do for the next few weeks anyway.
Oh, by the by, I haven’t seen my neighbor’s girlfriend since we all got dug out LMAO! Damn. And that’s all I need to say about that.
Well, I got a few more things to update but I think this is enough for now.
*tips wine glass at monitor*
I haven’t heard a peep from My Obsession about whether he liked the stories or not. I will take it that he doesn’t. I guess I won’t post anymore online. Yeah, he still gets online from time to time. Like I said, I have been stopping by my old stomping ground online. He’s there just not often. So it isn’t too weird. Funny, the moment I figured out he must not like the stories my muse spoke to me and I saw how to turn it into a love story LMAO! Laws! I miss the days when my stories were all short stories. Everything turns into a novel now. *sigh*
Such is life. I ain’t complaining. It keeps me busy and out of trouble.
What trouble? Well, first of all that guy is still calling. About once a week now. *smh* I am not all that. He’s not a bad looking dude. He’ll find someone new to bug come the spring hopefully. She has my condolences. *chuckle*
Past couple weeks have been really stressful. I don’t know what is going on with people. Everyone just seems more stressed than usual. We are getting more changes every day. Just after the storm we got yet one more new computer system. I already knew this ish wasn’t gonna work after the other two systems effed up everything from accounts payables to payroll. So I already knew to back up all my work TWO TIMES.
Monday morning when we got in I pulled up the files I normally work from on the new server. *chuckle* Half of them were missing and the ones that were there hadn’t been updated since June 2009. Um. No. I work in these files daily and had added new ones.
Pulled out one of my back ups and went to work. Meanwhile…there were people walking around fussing and cussing. One chick had tears in her eyes cuz she didn’t understand how they effed up her files.
CONFUSED FACE.
OH REALLY? You don’t know? *smh* People really expected things to go off without a hitch. Chile after they shorted my paycheck, paid dead people and lost the top execs paychecks I knew not to expect perfection. As a friend of mine still in IT likes to say: There are A, B, & C students in every profession. IT is no different. We got some A students on the job in IT. But we got some B & C students, too.
I am in the process of making a new friend. That’s cool. Actually a few of them. There’s Hellokittyslut, link to her blog over to your right, and a few cool chicks on BA. BA is planning a meet a greet next year at Mardi Gras. Getting my chicks together to go with. I am not going all the way to New Orleans by myself during Mardi Gras. Do you know how many tourists turn up dead or don’t turn up at all during Mardi Gras? One is too many so I am taking my girls with me.
Yeah, I know the heifers complain a lot but they know the rule. I don’t get but one good vacation a year. If you mess it up by complaining then you have to reimburse me for my vacation. Think I am playing and get left out a couple trips and learn.
They adhere to this rule. That’s the good thing about old friends. Most of the kinks are already worked out of the relationship and we still like each other.
New friends are great, too. Hellokittyslut and I seem to have quite a few things in common. I hope one day we can get together for drinks or dinner but it’s gonna be a minute. Gotta kick the tires and just check her out. Make sure I feel good about her.
Hard for me to trust meeting people online. Just never know about people online until you look in their eyes and can be sure. *shrug* Or maybe that’s just me.
I know, meet in a public place. Do you have any idea how many people have gone missing from a public place? So she gonna have to give me a minute. I got friend and family maintenance to do for the next few weeks anyway.
Oh, by the by, I haven’t seen my neighbor’s girlfriend since we all got dug out LMAO! Damn. And that’s all I need to say about that.
Well, I got a few more things to update but I think this is enough for now.
*tips wine glass at monitor*
Friday, February 12, 2010
Random sex thoughts
So I am snowed in with no peen so forgive me for constantly bringing up BallerAlert.com. They are helping me stay sane. *chuckle*
BallerAlert.com topic: How long is too long? In other words, how long is too long to have sex? I was surprised at some of the answers. A youngun said 30 minutes is too long. WTH?
I said 20 minutes is long enough but then I am 42 but ain’t a dang thing wrong with 30 minutes or more of sex. I mean you change positions and…*lick lips* stuff.
In my 20s, we would be finishing as the sun came up. We use to be at it all night. I can probably still go all night but men in my dating age range usually can’t…heart attacks and such. Probably just as well.
I had a young man step to me talking about he had about 15 minutes in him. He was 24! WTFH!!!!????? *snicker* The whole time he was talking I was trying to figure out how I was gonna get some beads up his butt so he’d hang on longer. Most black men that I have dealt with are homophobic and don’t want you to play with their butt. But if all he had was 15 minutes in him then I was gonna introduce him to butt beads.
It didn’t work out becuz I could not get past the fact that his father had tried to date me first. When his father was trying to date me his son would have been about 15. Jail bait. I know he isn’t now but I just couldn’t get past that. *smh* No, his father never got the chance. His father just tried.
*cell buzzes, pauses to check messages*
*thoughtful smirk*
O…k, why did he who was nameless just call and leave me a voicemail? Why am I tempted to call him back and invite him over? And his name is Tim. *chuckle*
*shakes fist at ceiling* Come on Momma Nay, ease off the snow before I end up pushing out a big headed baby come November/December. Yezzzzz, I use condoms but with my luck...
*opens bottle of wine and stares at his number for awhile*
I’m back! That was two days ago. *chuckle* I actually don’t have any condoms in the house. Besides that he stopped calling a couple weeks ago. Thought he got the message. If he’s calling up in the middle of a blizzard he must need somewhere to crash. Yeah that’s what I believe and no I am not giving him the benefit of the doubt. There was almost zero visibility outside. If he’s trying to hook up with me during the storm he is either horny, lonely, hungry or all of the above. I say ‘is’ cuz he’s still calling.
I got a touch of cabin fever and Raul *sniff* hasn’t been replaced, yet. I’ll be alright. *lol* Yes, I am very hard on men. *shrug* Life’s hard. That’s just the way it is sometimes. Perhaps if he hadn’t been so brutally, stupidly honest…*sigh* Oh well.
My neighbor finally got his girlfriend out. *chuckle* I thought he had gotten rid of her after the Super Bowl but then they forecast Tuesday’s blizzard. I guess he decided he needed her and her CAR back. But last night as he was digging his way to her car he was cussing and fussing to his roommate helping. He said and I quote “You get up and don’t put your azz in the tub then you got to get the f*ck out!”
I was sitting in my living room at the time and I just quietly got up and went back to my bedroom so that I could laugh myself silly. Cuz if I could hear him cussing and fussing through the windows then he would hear me laughing at his dilemma. And I got to live next door to his azz. So I chose discretion for a change.
Oh. My. Damn.
She is trifling but he is just as trifling for putting up with that mess. He knew her azz was trifling before they got snowed in on Friday. But he used her car to go pick up his new mattress and then get supplies for the first storm and Super Bowl. Then she didn’t wanna go home. *LOL*. Then Sunday they forecast another blizzard and back to the store in her car they went. I guess by Thursday he couldn’t take the funk anymore. PEW!
I don’t understand that concept. How in the world as an adult you are going to be sexually active with another person and lie around and not clean yourself? Is there another more severe word than nasty or trifling? *shiver* Ech! Nasty azzes! I say azzes cuz I would be willing to bet money that he had sex with her dirty butt more than once over the last 7 days.
I bet she got Trichomonas, Chlamydia and a host of other things in her…stuff. Coochay is good clean vagina. She got stuff. *shiver* Ew!
Next topic!
BA also hipped me to a new holiday that I wanna put on blast. It’s a holiday just for the fellas, and us ladies who enjoy pleasing the fellas this way. It’s on March 14th and its called Steak & BJ Day. *uncontrollable giggles for a minute*
Does Hallmark know? There is marketing for this. I swear someone out there is about to make a mint if they can figure away to get this past the TV censors. Its perfect timing. Its one month after Valentine’s Day, which men constantly complain is all about us. Truth, I very rarely hear women say what they are getting their men for V-Day. So I think Steak & BJ Day is the perfect holiday to celebrate the man in your life. This is also an incentive for him to remember V-Day and do it up just like you like it so that you’ll reciprocate on March 14th. HI-LAR-EE-US! Check out the website here: http://www.steakandbjday.com/
Just remember ladies, if your man doesn’t eat red meat then there is ham steaks, steak fish, turkey steaks. Get creative. If he is a true vegan then there’s eggplant. I find eggplant really does have the consistency of meat when cut thickly.
Just have good safe fun everyone and pray I am back at work Monday. I gotta find myself someone worthy to get under/ride before the next snowstorm blows through Bmore.
*glances up at wobbling halo*
*halo cosigns this*
BallerAlert.com topic: How long is too long? In other words, how long is too long to have sex? I was surprised at some of the answers. A youngun said 30 minutes is too long. WTH?
I said 20 minutes is long enough but then I am 42 but ain’t a dang thing wrong with 30 minutes or more of sex. I mean you change positions and…*lick lips* stuff.
In my 20s, we would be finishing as the sun came up. We use to be at it all night. I can probably still go all night but men in my dating age range usually can’t…heart attacks and such. Probably just as well.
I had a young man step to me talking about he had about 15 minutes in him. He was 24! WTFH!!!!????? *snicker* The whole time he was talking I was trying to figure out how I was gonna get some beads up his butt so he’d hang on longer. Most black men that I have dealt with are homophobic and don’t want you to play with their butt. But if all he had was 15 minutes in him then I was gonna introduce him to butt beads.
It didn’t work out becuz I could not get past the fact that his father had tried to date me first. When his father was trying to date me his son would have been about 15. Jail bait. I know he isn’t now but I just couldn’t get past that. *smh* No, his father never got the chance. His father just tried.
*cell buzzes, pauses to check messages*
*thoughtful smirk*
O…k, why did he who was nameless just call and leave me a voicemail? Why am I tempted to call him back and invite him over? And his name is Tim. *chuckle*
*shakes fist at ceiling* Come on Momma Nay, ease off the snow before I end up pushing out a big headed baby come November/December. Yezzzzz, I use condoms but with my luck...
*opens bottle of wine and stares at his number for awhile*
I’m back! That was two days ago. *chuckle* I actually don’t have any condoms in the house. Besides that he stopped calling a couple weeks ago. Thought he got the message. If he’s calling up in the middle of a blizzard he must need somewhere to crash. Yeah that’s what I believe and no I am not giving him the benefit of the doubt. There was almost zero visibility outside. If he’s trying to hook up with me during the storm he is either horny, lonely, hungry or all of the above. I say ‘is’ cuz he’s still calling.
I got a touch of cabin fever and Raul *sniff* hasn’t been replaced, yet. I’ll be alright. *lol* Yes, I am very hard on men. *shrug* Life’s hard. That’s just the way it is sometimes. Perhaps if he hadn’t been so brutally, stupidly honest…*sigh* Oh well.
My neighbor finally got his girlfriend out. *chuckle* I thought he had gotten rid of her after the Super Bowl but then they forecast Tuesday’s blizzard. I guess he decided he needed her and her CAR back. But last night as he was digging his way to her car he was cussing and fussing to his roommate helping. He said and I quote “You get up and don’t put your azz in the tub then you got to get the f*ck out!”
I was sitting in my living room at the time and I just quietly got up and went back to my bedroom so that I could laugh myself silly. Cuz if I could hear him cussing and fussing through the windows then he would hear me laughing at his dilemma. And I got to live next door to his azz. So I chose discretion for a change.
Oh. My. Damn.
She is trifling but he is just as trifling for putting up with that mess. He knew her azz was trifling before they got snowed in on Friday. But he used her car to go pick up his new mattress and then get supplies for the first storm and Super Bowl. Then she didn’t wanna go home. *LOL*. Then Sunday they forecast another blizzard and back to the store in her car they went. I guess by Thursday he couldn’t take the funk anymore. PEW!
I don’t understand that concept. How in the world as an adult you are going to be sexually active with another person and lie around and not clean yourself? Is there another more severe word than nasty or trifling? *shiver* Ech! Nasty azzes! I say azzes cuz I would be willing to bet money that he had sex with her dirty butt more than once over the last 7 days.
I bet she got Trichomonas, Chlamydia and a host of other things in her…stuff. Coochay is good clean vagina. She got stuff. *shiver* Ew!
Next topic!
BA also hipped me to a new holiday that I wanna put on blast. It’s a holiday just for the fellas, and us ladies who enjoy pleasing the fellas this way. It’s on March 14th and its called Steak & BJ Day. *uncontrollable giggles for a minute*
Does Hallmark know? There is marketing for this. I swear someone out there is about to make a mint if they can figure away to get this past the TV censors. Its perfect timing. Its one month after Valentine’s Day, which men constantly complain is all about us. Truth, I very rarely hear women say what they are getting their men for V-Day. So I think Steak & BJ Day is the perfect holiday to celebrate the man in your life. This is also an incentive for him to remember V-Day and do it up just like you like it so that you’ll reciprocate on March 14th. HI-LAR-EE-US! Check out the website here: http://www.steakandbjday.com/
Just remember ladies, if your man doesn’t eat red meat then there is ham steaks, steak fish, turkey steaks. Get creative. If he is a true vegan then there’s eggplant. I find eggplant really does have the consistency of meat when cut thickly.
Just have good safe fun everyone and pray I am back at work Monday. I gotta find myself someone worthy to get under/ride before the next snowstorm blows through Bmore.
*glances up at wobbling halo*
*halo cosigns this*
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
On dating black women
LMAO at this whole concept.
There are men out there who say they don’t date black women. Ok. It’s a preference. For the longest time I didn’t date anyone other than black men. No one slammed me. Why do we keep slamming men for it?
I know. First and foremost, I am not anyone famous so who really cares. However, famous black women never go on record, at least that I’ve seen, in who they will and will not date. No one has even bothered to ask that I’ve noticed.
You know why?
Cuz we all know one simple fact: If a man’s peen ain’t a certain length then they will never be able to hit it from the back. I’ve yet to have sex with a man who didn’t hit it from the back sometime during our sessions. If your peen ain’t above average then it will never get past that bubble butt we have. That’s it in a nutshell. *snicker*
As a plus sized woman I have never had a man with a small peen. As a matter of fact I’ve had a couple that were too big which is why I have measurement restrictions now. No, seriously, I do.
I have a big chocolate bubble butt back there. *chuckling* Every guy I’ve been with could hit it from the back…except one but still he could get it in from the back. He just couldn’t stay in. *chuckle*
So folks, black ladies in particular, please leave the men alone that don’t date us. Let them continue to date the women that they can accommodate and who can accommodate them. They are just saving you disappointment and themselves insult and injury. Sisters, you know how we can be.
My friends complain a lot about being hit off by guys with small peens. I can’t relate and I am quite glad I didn’t run into a small peen when I was younger. If a guy wasn’t interested in me I chalked it up to me missing out on drama and left it at that. A lot more people need to adopt this attitude. Everything ain’t for everybody. Geez! *eye roll*
Today if I ran across a guy with the confidence to know his peen is too small but still steps to me I know there are things we can do to make it more enjoyable for both of us.
I’ve kind of been having this idea running around in my head for a minute. The more I see of men’s dating preferences the more I believe it. I mean coochay is coochay no matter what color woman it’s attached to.
Like for the longest time I kept wondering why Shaq dated such tiny women. He dated Jada Pinkett Smith before she married Wil Smith. I just assumed he was huge in the peen department. Now that I have been spending time over at BallerAlert.com and a couple other groupie spots I am hearing rumors, just rumors now nothing anyone has confirmed with pictures, that though he’s a big guy his peen is just average. *nodding* That would make him dating petite women make sense. Men go with what feels good to their peens. I hear the tighter the better. That’s why I do my kegels weekly. My coochay is built small and I haven’t had any kids so my coochay doesn’t need to do them daily. I’m just saying. *shrug*
I think that goes for a lot black men that I see dating Asian women. No, all black men don’t have huge peens. Asian women are more petite and I imagine so is their coochay. Honey, you got to get yours as it feels good to you.
So to them I say do you and her but do black women a favor. Stop telling the world that you don’t date black women becuz we are evil and bitter. Y’all know good and damn well you love us and all the drama that comes with us. All that drama is just misdirected passion. But when you direct that passion in the right way and you have the sexual skillz and equipment to fit the black woman in question *sigh*…bay…be! *eyes roll to back of my head, coochay twitch*
Forgive me Blogger but I need to be a bit vulgar to be clear here:
Fuck what you heard becuz it is the B to the E to the S to the T!
So to all y’all men out there who say you don’t date black women, its ok. Just do us a favor and stop proclaiming it to the world attached to some bogus excuse. It is what it is. You more than likely don’t have the equipment to do so. God, in His infinite wisdom, made someone for everyone. Be glad we live in a world now where you can love who you love. Just stop trying to mess with our self esteem. Y’all done messed Caucasian women all the hell up. You don’t want a nation of crazed angry black women. Trust!
Just my humble opinion.
There are men out there who say they don’t date black women. Ok. It’s a preference. For the longest time I didn’t date anyone other than black men. No one slammed me. Why do we keep slamming men for it?
I know. First and foremost, I am not anyone famous so who really cares. However, famous black women never go on record, at least that I’ve seen, in who they will and will not date. No one has even bothered to ask that I’ve noticed.
You know why?
Cuz we all know one simple fact: If a man’s peen ain’t a certain length then they will never be able to hit it from the back. I’ve yet to have sex with a man who didn’t hit it from the back sometime during our sessions. If your peen ain’t above average then it will never get past that bubble butt we have. That’s it in a nutshell. *snicker*
As a plus sized woman I have never had a man with a small peen. As a matter of fact I’ve had a couple that were too big which is why I have measurement restrictions now. No, seriously, I do.
I have a big chocolate bubble butt back there. *chuckling* Every guy I’ve been with could hit it from the back…except one but still he could get it in from the back. He just couldn’t stay in. *chuckle*
So folks, black ladies in particular, please leave the men alone that don’t date us. Let them continue to date the women that they can accommodate and who can accommodate them. They are just saving you disappointment and themselves insult and injury. Sisters, you know how we can be.
My friends complain a lot about being hit off by guys with small peens. I can’t relate and I am quite glad I didn’t run into a small peen when I was younger. If a guy wasn’t interested in me I chalked it up to me missing out on drama and left it at that. A lot more people need to adopt this attitude. Everything ain’t for everybody. Geez! *eye roll*
Today if I ran across a guy with the confidence to know his peen is too small but still steps to me I know there are things we can do to make it more enjoyable for both of us.
I’ve kind of been having this idea running around in my head for a minute. The more I see of men’s dating preferences the more I believe it. I mean coochay is coochay no matter what color woman it’s attached to.
Like for the longest time I kept wondering why Shaq dated such tiny women. He dated Jada Pinkett Smith before she married Wil Smith. I just assumed he was huge in the peen department. Now that I have been spending time over at BallerAlert.com and a couple other groupie spots I am hearing rumors, just rumors now nothing anyone has confirmed with pictures, that though he’s a big guy his peen is just average. *nodding* That would make him dating petite women make sense. Men go with what feels good to their peens. I hear the tighter the better. That’s why I do my kegels weekly. My coochay is built small and I haven’t had any kids so my coochay doesn’t need to do them daily. I’m just saying. *shrug*
I think that goes for a lot black men that I see dating Asian women. No, all black men don’t have huge peens. Asian women are more petite and I imagine so is their coochay. Honey, you got to get yours as it feels good to you.
So to them I say do you and her but do black women a favor. Stop telling the world that you don’t date black women becuz we are evil and bitter. Y’all know good and damn well you love us and all the drama that comes with us. All that drama is just misdirected passion. But when you direct that passion in the right way and you have the sexual skillz and equipment to fit the black woman in question *sigh*…bay…be! *eyes roll to back of my head, coochay twitch*
Forgive me Blogger but I need to be a bit vulgar to be clear here:
Fuck what you heard becuz it is the B to the E to the S to the T!
So to all y’all men out there who say you don’t date black women, its ok. Just do us a favor and stop proclaiming it to the world attached to some bogus excuse. It is what it is. You more than likely don’t have the equipment to do so. God, in His infinite wisdom, made someone for everyone. Be glad we live in a world now where you can love who you love. Just stop trying to mess with our self esteem. Y’all done messed Caucasian women all the hell up. You don’t want a nation of crazed angry black women. Trust!
Just my humble opinion.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Random Thoughts
I’ve been stopping by my old online stomping ground. The guy who runs the site is really talented. Love his cartoons. Anyway, they got hacked! Again! Geez, I wonder who they told to die this time. You gotta be real careful nowadays. Everyone’s fuses are so short. You never know who you are talking to online and what they are really capable of doing to you. So keep it civil folks. Just ignore them and they’ll go away. I know it worked for me. *chuckle*
I mean it’s not like elementary school. When the kids in the playground didn’t want to play with you then you were screwed cuz you couldn’t go anywhere else. This is the internet. If the kids at one playground don’t wanna play with you then you find a new playground. It’s really so simple…to sane people. Oh well, I hope he gets his site back up and running.
I been online most of the weekend at my new online stomping ground, Balleralert.com, listening to everyone else snowed in. One of the topics of discussion is: We are too hard on men sometimes!!! My answer is no. I didn’t even bother to join in the discussion. The letter is really crazy to me. The author of this open letter seems to think that we should be patting black men on the head for doing what men of other skin colors do just becuz they know that is their role. I guess black men aren’t supposed to have any roles in life except sperm donors. *shrug* Whatever floats this sister’s boat. If indeed it was even written by a sister or even a woman. I got my doubts. Open Letter: We are too hard on men sometimes!!!!
My new neighbor has been nothing but a source of amusement since yesterday. He is trying to get his girl out. *LMBO* That’s what he gets for using a chick for her vehicle. Now she won’t go home. I’d post pictures if it wouldn’t require me getting dressed and bundling up and going out to take said pictures. But he dug a path yesterday all the way to her car. She’s still here lmbo. This morning as he was going out to clear more snow I heard him tell her that she can go today. Her reply? “No.” And she shut his door. *LMBO*
Why can I hear Jennifer Holiday singing And I’m telling you, IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’m not going! Oh mercy! I guess that’s what he gets for getting snowed in with a chick he didn’t love or even like apparently. As long as they keep the drama over there it should be all good. Cuz had the guy I had been laid up with all weekend tell me to get out you best believe I would get to stepping. And I wouldn’t be back. Chalk it up to the game and keep it moving. Never had that happen to me though. I guess being discerning has its rewards.
My friends say I’m picky. Whatever. I’ve never had an STD, never been ordered out of what I thought was my man’s house, and I’ve never had my butt beat by the other woman. Never had my car stolen by my boyfriend. Never had my exes outside my door at 2 am getting ready to fight each other. And the neighbors ready to call the po po. Never opened my man’s trunk to find an industrial size box of condoms that’s half empty and we don’t use condoms *lol* and his response to my question is I should be glad he loves me enough to use condoms. My personal favorite : NEVER HAD A GUY SEND ME HOME VIA PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION AFTER SEX. *laugh till I choke*
Yeah, there are a lot of nevers I can throw out there. *chuckling* Love watching drama but I don’t like being involved in it. Especially not publicly.
TPL stopped talking to me for a minute last week becuz I said his kids are spoiled. *shrug* They are. But you cannot tell people bad things about their kids nowadays. As far as I can tell, most people who have kids think that their child(ren) is/are the most special since Jesus. Telling them their child is doing something wrong even when its staring them in the face can make you unpopular real quick. Whatever.
He’s the one who tells me these stories. Lol Every time his daughter gets mad with him she stops answering his calls on the cell he bought and pays for. *LMBO*
I wish I’d have tried some mess like that when I was a child in my mother’s home. Shoot, I still remember the day I called myself getting mad with my mother and telling her that I wasn’t speaking to her anymore. You know that woman put me out her house. Evidently God didn’t like it either cuz a thunder storm started. It poured buckets of water that afternoon. I stood out there for a while, too. We had a covered porch but eventually I came to my senses around dinner time lol.
We didn’t have cell phones back then but had we I know without a doubt if I didn’t wanna talk to my mother who is paying my cell bill then said cell would have been turned off. And who knows when it would have been turned on again. *smh* But his kids ain’t spoiled at all. *LOL* I don’t have enough energy to type out all the spoiled child stories but I will tell this one.
His kids compile a list of what they want on their birthdays and Christmas. For his son’s birthday one year they got him everything on his list but one thing. It was accidentally overlooked. Both his parents apologized (why I don’t know) and TPL promised he would buy it on his next payday. Now this child raked in almost a grand in cash and then he got toys and clothes. Do you know this boy sat and pouted and gave attitude at his birthday party becuz they forgot that one thing? *side eye over rims of glasses*
When I shook my head and said spoiled TPL’s response was: “Well, to be fair, on his list he wrote beside it that if you don’t get me anything else make sure you get this one thing.” Yeah but the oversight was explained and he ALL his other presents. He could wait and he should have been gracious to the other guests at his party who brought him gifts. But hey, he ain’t spoiled. *smh*
Everyone tells me I would feel differently if I had had kids. Thank you God for Your infinite wisdom in not letting me ever get pregnant. Sissy and my GFN are still trying to talk me into having a late life child. I keep looking at them like they are crazy. Christmas I said it again “I am 42 that ship has sailed.” Sissy of course came back with that’s how old our mother was when I was born. Me and my mother are two different people and times are different. Besides, I made a promise to my unborn kids that I wouldn’t have kids just for the sake of having kids no matter how bad I wanted them. If I could not find a man who wanted to commit to me and a life together and then commit to raising a family then I wasn’t having kids. It didn’t happen. Still waiting to be sad about it.
I imagine I will be one day. Especially as I get older and my friends become grandparents. But for now, I’m cool and my friends are enjoying the fact that I have no kids and can travel. *chuckle* Trying to get a Mardi Gras trip together for next year. I just don’t know if me traveling to a state that has drive thru daiquiri joints is a good idea. *chuckle* I do not believe I will be able to stay off the news. I’ll keep ya posted.
Other than that, life is blessed as always.
Stay warm and safe and dry folks! Go Saints!!!!! (I don’t do football but Bmore is beefing with the Colts and I be from Bmore lol)
I mean it’s not like elementary school. When the kids in the playground didn’t want to play with you then you were screwed cuz you couldn’t go anywhere else. This is the internet. If the kids at one playground don’t wanna play with you then you find a new playground. It’s really so simple…to sane people. Oh well, I hope he gets his site back up and running.
I been online most of the weekend at my new online stomping ground, Balleralert.com, listening to everyone else snowed in. One of the topics of discussion is: We are too hard on men sometimes!!! My answer is no. I didn’t even bother to join in the discussion. The letter is really crazy to me. The author of this open letter seems to think that we should be patting black men on the head for doing what men of other skin colors do just becuz they know that is their role. I guess black men aren’t supposed to have any roles in life except sperm donors. *shrug* Whatever floats this sister’s boat. If indeed it was even written by a sister or even a woman. I got my doubts. Open Letter: We are too hard on men sometimes!!!!
My new neighbor has been nothing but a source of amusement since yesterday. He is trying to get his girl out. *LMBO* That’s what he gets for using a chick for her vehicle. Now she won’t go home. I’d post pictures if it wouldn’t require me getting dressed and bundling up and going out to take said pictures. But he dug a path yesterday all the way to her car. She’s still here lmbo. This morning as he was going out to clear more snow I heard him tell her that she can go today. Her reply? “No.” And she shut his door. *LMBO*
Why can I hear Jennifer Holiday singing And I’m telling you, IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’m not going! Oh mercy! I guess that’s what he gets for getting snowed in with a chick he didn’t love or even like apparently. As long as they keep the drama over there it should be all good. Cuz had the guy I had been laid up with all weekend tell me to get out you best believe I would get to stepping. And I wouldn’t be back. Chalk it up to the game and keep it moving. Never had that happen to me though. I guess being discerning has its rewards.
My friends say I’m picky. Whatever. I’ve never had an STD, never been ordered out of what I thought was my man’s house, and I’ve never had my butt beat by the other woman. Never had my car stolen by my boyfriend. Never had my exes outside my door at 2 am getting ready to fight each other. And the neighbors ready to call the po po. Never opened my man’s trunk to find an industrial size box of condoms that’s half empty and we don’t use condoms *lol* and his response to my question is I should be glad he loves me enough to use condoms. My personal favorite : NEVER HAD A GUY SEND ME HOME VIA PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION AFTER SEX. *laugh till I choke*
Yeah, there are a lot of nevers I can throw out there. *chuckling* Love watching drama but I don’t like being involved in it. Especially not publicly.
TPL stopped talking to me for a minute last week becuz I said his kids are spoiled. *shrug* They are. But you cannot tell people bad things about their kids nowadays. As far as I can tell, most people who have kids think that their child(ren) is/are the most special since Jesus. Telling them their child is doing something wrong even when its staring them in the face can make you unpopular real quick. Whatever.
He’s the one who tells me these stories. Lol Every time his daughter gets mad with him she stops answering his calls on the cell he bought and pays for. *LMBO*
I wish I’d have tried some mess like that when I was a child in my mother’s home. Shoot, I still remember the day I called myself getting mad with my mother and telling her that I wasn’t speaking to her anymore. You know that woman put me out her house. Evidently God didn’t like it either cuz a thunder storm started. It poured buckets of water that afternoon. I stood out there for a while, too. We had a covered porch but eventually I came to my senses around dinner time lol.
We didn’t have cell phones back then but had we I know without a doubt if I didn’t wanna talk to my mother who is paying my cell bill then said cell would have been turned off. And who knows when it would have been turned on again. *smh* But his kids ain’t spoiled at all. *LOL* I don’t have enough energy to type out all the spoiled child stories but I will tell this one.
His kids compile a list of what they want on their birthdays and Christmas. For his son’s birthday one year they got him everything on his list but one thing. It was accidentally overlooked. Both his parents apologized (why I don’t know) and TPL promised he would buy it on his next payday. Now this child raked in almost a grand in cash and then he got toys and clothes. Do you know this boy sat and pouted and gave attitude at his birthday party becuz they forgot that one thing? *side eye over rims of glasses*
When I shook my head and said spoiled TPL’s response was: “Well, to be fair, on his list he wrote beside it that if you don’t get me anything else make sure you get this one thing.” Yeah but the oversight was explained and he ALL his other presents. He could wait and he should have been gracious to the other guests at his party who brought him gifts. But hey, he ain’t spoiled. *smh*
Everyone tells me I would feel differently if I had had kids. Thank you God for Your infinite wisdom in not letting me ever get pregnant. Sissy and my GFN are still trying to talk me into having a late life child. I keep looking at them like they are crazy. Christmas I said it again “I am 42 that ship has sailed.” Sissy of course came back with that’s how old our mother was when I was born. Me and my mother are two different people and times are different. Besides, I made a promise to my unborn kids that I wouldn’t have kids just for the sake of having kids no matter how bad I wanted them. If I could not find a man who wanted to commit to me and a life together and then commit to raising a family then I wasn’t having kids. It didn’t happen. Still waiting to be sad about it.
I imagine I will be one day. Especially as I get older and my friends become grandparents. But for now, I’m cool and my friends are enjoying the fact that I have no kids and can travel. *chuckle* Trying to get a Mardi Gras trip together for next year. I just don’t know if me traveling to a state that has drive thru daiquiri joints is a good idea. *chuckle* I do not believe I will be able to stay off the news. I’ll keep ya posted.
Other than that, life is blessed as always.
Stay warm and safe and dry folks! Go Saints!!!!! (I don’t do football but Bmore is beefing with the Colts and I be from Bmore lol)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
RIP
Raul, my vibrator, died this morning. No, not while I was using him! Thank goodness! *sigh of relief* I will miss him dearly. *sigh* I wish I could say we had a long full life together but…I can’t remember how long I’ve had him.
See, I always joked that one of these days I was going to get tired of all the shenanigans and nonsense that comes with dating black men. I use to make my friends laugh all the time when we exhaled together that one of these days I was gonna give up on black men altogether. I was gonna go buy me a purple vibrator. I was gonna name it Raul and call it a life! *lol* I was joking. I had no idea that they even made vibrators in colors back then. That was back in the days when I wouldn’t even consider dating anyone other than a black man. *smh* So much wasted time.
Then one day, I was in the toy shop buying a wedding gift. Yes, if we are friends and you get married you will not receive a toaster, place setting, wine glasses or anything else remotely boring. You’ll get something from me that cannot be opened in the company of anyone other than your significant other. I am just trying to be helpful. And everyone’s SO loves me for it. That is of course as long as you follow through and use whatever it is I bought you.*lqtms* I’ve only had one complaint in all the years I’ve been doing this. I bought a really sexy piece of lingerie for a girlfriend. Her boyfriend told me don’t buy her any more of that stuff. *lol* He said it was gorgeous on her but it was just a tease cuz she promptly fell asleep in it and wouldn’t let him touch her. *lmbo*
I looked at her to see what the problem was. She rolled her eyes and said “Next time bring your azz home at a decent hour and sober and I’ll follow through!” *lol smh* Yeah, they didn’t last much longer after this.
So anyway, I’ve made so many trips to the various toy shops around Bmore that I forget whose wedding or when it was that I found Raul. I just remember standing at the register waiting to make my purchase when I looked over on the wall beside the register and my eyes landed on the vibrator display. There were a myriad of colors, lengths, widths and styles. *wiggling eyebrows up and down* One in particular caught my eye. It was a nice average size, 6-7 inches, average width and it was purple. *chuckle* And I was sold!
This morning I was awakened by this loud noise. We had a snow storm last night. I thought someone was outside using a snow blower to clear their walkway. Yes it was that loud! I was pissed too cuz it was 7:30. I got up to investigate only to find out that the noise wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from my room. From the place where I keep Raul. I mean it was louder than anything I could have imagined Raul ever making. I had left Raul in the off position but I guess there was short (shut up) and he just turned on all by himself. I couldn't get him to turn off. (Shut up!) Then, Raul vibrated out his last.
Gracias, Raúl, para ayudarme satisface mis fantasías. Le faltarán.
Hmm, considering he had Made In China stamped on him perhaps I should say: 谢谢，Raul，帮助的我履行我的幻想。 您将丢失。
Either way, he will be missed.
See, I always joked that one of these days I was going to get tired of all the shenanigans and nonsense that comes with dating black men. I use to make my friends laugh all the time when we exhaled together that one of these days I was gonna give up on black men altogether. I was gonna go buy me a purple vibrator. I was gonna name it Raul and call it a life! *lol* I was joking. I had no idea that they even made vibrators in colors back then. That was back in the days when I wouldn’t even consider dating anyone other than a black man. *smh* So much wasted time.
Then one day, I was in the toy shop buying a wedding gift. Yes, if we are friends and you get married you will not receive a toaster, place setting, wine glasses or anything else remotely boring. You’ll get something from me that cannot be opened in the company of anyone other than your significant other. I am just trying to be helpful. And everyone’s SO loves me for it. That is of course as long as you follow through and use whatever it is I bought you.*lqtms* I’ve only had one complaint in all the years I’ve been doing this. I bought a really sexy piece of lingerie for a girlfriend. Her boyfriend told me don’t buy her any more of that stuff. *lol* He said it was gorgeous on her but it was just a tease cuz she promptly fell asleep in it and wouldn’t let him touch her. *lmbo*
I looked at her to see what the problem was. She rolled her eyes and said “Next time bring your azz home at a decent hour and sober and I’ll follow through!” *lol smh* Yeah, they didn’t last much longer after this.
So anyway, I’ve made so many trips to the various toy shops around Bmore that I forget whose wedding or when it was that I found Raul. I just remember standing at the register waiting to make my purchase when I looked over on the wall beside the register and my eyes landed on the vibrator display. There were a myriad of colors, lengths, widths and styles. *wiggling eyebrows up and down* One in particular caught my eye. It was a nice average size, 6-7 inches, average width and it was purple. *chuckle* And I was sold!
This morning I was awakened by this loud noise. We had a snow storm last night. I thought someone was outside using a snow blower to clear their walkway. Yes it was that loud! I was pissed too cuz it was 7:30. I got up to investigate only to find out that the noise wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from my room. From the place where I keep Raul. I mean it was louder than anything I could have imagined Raul ever making. I had left Raul in the off position but I guess there was short (shut up) and he just turned on all by himself. I couldn't get him to turn off. (Shut up!) Then, Raul vibrated out his last.
Gracias, Raúl, para ayudarme satisface mis fantasías. Le faltarán.
Hmm, considering he had Made In China stamped on him perhaps I should say: 谢谢，Raul，帮助的我履行我的幻想。 您将丢失。
Either way, he will be missed.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I just want to dump this and move on
Situation:
I got this coworker who is the same age as me. When I say same, I mean we were born in the same year, same month and two days apart. March 1967 must have been a cold boring month in Maryland becuz I’ve run into more than a few December babies from that year. *lqtms*
Anyhoodles, she has married a man who is much younger. She has two children that are not his and decided that she would like to have a baby by her husband.
Huh? We were both 41 when we were discussing this and I just couldn’t relate. I am still waiting to start boo hooing cuz I never had kids. It hasn’t happened yet but I imagine one day it will *shrug*. So if anyone should have been thinking about kids I thought it would be me. Not someone who already has a boy (20) and a girl (10) and she’s had her tubes tied.
So back in October she tells me her marriage is going bad and she and her husband have decided to split. Cool.
Then in November she is requesting sick leave to have her tubes untied.
*Scooby Doo confused rowr*
I needed to go take time out of my lunch and go sit in her office to understand what is going on. I am nosey but not to the point that I would go get into someone’s business. This day, I needed to be all up and through her business. I needed to understand why a woman with 2 kids would want yet another one at 41 soon to be 42 years of age. An infant at that! In a marriage that a month ago was broken.
She said that she wanted to have a baby by a man she was in love with and that they were in counseling. She wasn’t in love with the fathers of her other two kids.
No, that didn’t make any sense to me but then it ain’t my house and it really doesn’t have to make sense. I just needed an explanation. I got one, a crazy one but I got it.
Let me say here that the scariest thing to me right now would be to pop up pregnant at 42 years of age. Even more scary than it would have been at 22 years of age. Not that I couldn’t handle it. No it’s that at this point and time in my life I DON’T WANT TO HANDLE IT!!!! Sheesh! I’d lose my mind. I’ve been celibate for more than a minute now. And I think I might stay that way at least until after my 43rd birthday.
Why?
Because my mother was 42, as all my family takes joy in pointing out, when she gave birth to me. Yeah…my family is not funny at all. I didn’t crack them jokes when my 3 sisters all hit 42 but for me nothing but jokes since I turned 40. After 43 I think I can breathe again. *chuckle*
So back to my coworker. She goes on and has her tubes untied. *blink blink smh*
Now, she and her husband are separating. WTH?????????? *smh*
People. $20,000 pissed away.
Then she got an email from our boss about her comings and goings at work. I had a feeling that was coming eventually. Actually, 3 coworkers got the email about their “accessibility”. *smh* I am so glad my office isn’t down that hallway. I think one person, not the 42 year old, just got hit by association. *shrug* She’s always in her office when I go by. Now the other two? LOL I ain’t even going there.
There, I’ve dumped it and I can move on. This blog really is a good form of therapy. *chuckle*
*tips water bottle at monitor*
I got this coworker who is the same age as me. When I say same, I mean we were born in the same year, same month and two days apart. March 1967 must have been a cold boring month in Maryland becuz I’ve run into more than a few December babies from that year. *lqtms*
Anyhoodles, she has married a man who is much younger. She has two children that are not his and decided that she would like to have a baby by her husband.
Huh? We were both 41 when we were discussing this and I just couldn’t relate. I am still waiting to start boo hooing cuz I never had kids. It hasn’t happened yet but I imagine one day it will *shrug*. So if anyone should have been thinking about kids I thought it would be me. Not someone who already has a boy (20) and a girl (10) and she’s had her tubes tied.
So back in October she tells me her marriage is going bad and she and her husband have decided to split. Cool.
Then in November she is requesting sick leave to have her tubes untied.
*Scooby Doo confused rowr*
I needed to go take time out of my lunch and go sit in her office to understand what is going on. I am nosey but not to the point that I would go get into someone’s business. This day, I needed to be all up and through her business. I needed to understand why a woman with 2 kids would want yet another one at 41 soon to be 42 years of age. An infant at that! In a marriage that a month ago was broken.
She said that she wanted to have a baby by a man she was in love with and that they were in counseling. She wasn’t in love with the fathers of her other two kids.
No, that didn’t make any sense to me but then it ain’t my house and it really doesn’t have to make sense. I just needed an explanation. I got one, a crazy one but I got it.
Let me say here that the scariest thing to me right now would be to pop up pregnant at 42 years of age. Even more scary than it would have been at 22 years of age. Not that I couldn’t handle it. No it’s that at this point and time in my life I DON’T WANT TO HANDLE IT!!!! Sheesh! I’d lose my mind. I’ve been celibate for more than a minute now. And I think I might stay that way at least until after my 43rd birthday.
Why?
Because my mother was 42, as all my family takes joy in pointing out, when she gave birth to me. Yeah…my family is not funny at all. I didn’t crack them jokes when my 3 sisters all hit 42 but for me nothing but jokes since I turned 40. After 43 I think I can breathe again. *chuckle*
So back to my coworker. She goes on and has her tubes untied. *blink blink smh*
Now, she and her husband are separating. WTH?????????? *smh*
People. $20,000 pissed away.
Then she got an email from our boss about her comings and goings at work. I had a feeling that was coming eventually. Actually, 3 coworkers got the email about their “accessibility”. *smh* I am so glad my office isn’t down that hallway. I think one person, not the 42 year old, just got hit by association. *shrug* She’s always in her office when I go by. Now the other two? LOL I ain’t even going there.
There, I’ve dumped it and I can move on. This blog really is a good form of therapy. *chuckle*
*tips water bottle at monitor*
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