On The Road

I am currently sitting in my hotel room in San Diego, CA. My boss requested late last week I go to Yuma, AZ. What a Christmas present! This is the first chance since Tuesday I've been able to even turn on my laptop. I flew into San Diego and drove to Yuma for a night and now I'm back in San Diego. I have to say the weather is fine, a mild 70 degrees in Yuma. The desert was beautiful and I was able to see a whole lot of it during the drive. I'm heading home tomorrow thankfully.

Christmas was nice, the kids really had a blast, but there is always a little part of me that's glad it's over. It's always so stressful and busy.

I would love to take advantage of the San Diego nightlife but I don't have it in me. I just want to get home.

People are yelling outside my hotel room. They sound drunk and I hope they aren't staying next to me. God, I'm getting old.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I hope you've all been good boys and girls and Santa brings you all you deserve.

Flying Angel by Gerrit Greve

Power

i stand over you
you're on your knees, head down in supplication
your body trembles with the need to be dominant
i watch the sweat trickle down your muscular back
this exchange of power is a heady thing
i touch your chin and lift your face to mine
i see lust and vulnerability in your eyes
i want your touch
your mouth
i lift my leg over your shoulder
without words you take
control, power, dominance

Communication

I am a firm believer in constant and open communication. Now I said, I'm a firm believer; I never said I practice constant and open communication. This is what I strive for everyday. I struggle with communicating my wants, my dreams, my goals in life. I will find my voice, I must find it or I will always be lacking.

Movement, objects, speech, and words.
We communication through gross symbols.
We call them "objective,"
But we cannot escape our point of view.
~365 Tao

Five Weird Habits...

I was tagged by The Zombie Lama....

Rules:
The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.

1. I always drink my tall nonfat latte from a straw (try it, you won't burn your tongue).

2. Every morning I hit my snooze on my alarm 3 times. No more, no less.

3. I eat burrito's with a knife and fork.

4. I watch the Food Network a lot, but hate to cook.

5. Last but not least of my weird habits is BLOGGING. Oh, yes it is a very addicting habit and I must get my fix everyday.

I tag: WDKY, Mad Munkey, Chuck, K.D. and Zoozan.

Smile In Your Sleep

I was recently reminded how much I like this artist. Here are just a few of my favorites by Jack Vettriano.

Wishing you an amazing day.

Why Bother?

I spent a good part of my day yesterday shopping. I took the kids to see Santa. This was the first year neither cried about being forced into the arms of a very scary stranger in red with an odd looking scraggly beard. Oh, and let's not forget to look at the camera and smile kids. Thankfully, they actually enjoyed themselves this year. Who knew that a visit to Santa could turn your usually loving child into a blood curdling screaming ball of terror. That, my friends, was not in the Parent 101 Handbook.

After my shopping spree, I came home and wanted nothing more than a beer, but was forced back out into the elements. I had a dentist appt. I almost canceled, but knew I was only prolonging the agony by doing so. I mustered all my will and went. Now as you may tell, I am not a fan of said dentist. In fact, I loathe the dentist. I'm not sure why, oh maybe it's because I dislike pain. Hmmmmkay. Sitting in the torture chair while someone sticks sharp objects into my gums is not my idea of a good time. Plus, I have to get the ol' are ya flossing speech every time. Sweet Christ, I'm just going to lie and the dentist knows it so why even ask??? Like I said, all part of the torture. I didn't have any cavities. Yeah, small miracles.

On a positive note, I did buy a candle. The type of candle that you can let burn all the time and won't burn down the house. I am using the candle to remind me that there are people out there who are not as fortunate as am. To be thankful for what I have and to remember those who can't be with their family during this holiday season. When I see this candle out of the corner of my eye, I'll be reminded and that gives me peace.

Optimistic

naked
fingers entwined with mine, held strong over my head
mouth on my breast
pounding heart, ragged breath
without conscious thought my body arches to yours in wanton need
i ask you, overwhelm me
fill me
pull me out of the dark
away from ambivalence
allow me a blaze of hope
a moment of escape

My Eyes Burn

I have an appointment with a family counselor tonight. Why, do you ask? I am in the middle of a divorce. My soon to be ex does not want said divorce. He was raised to believe that no matter how horrible the marriage is you stay. We have been to counseling in the past. It didn't help. He blames the counselor. He thinks this new counselor will save the marriage. This is a cycle and I know it. He was an absent husband and father. Oh, he was there physically, meaning spending hours in the garage at the computer, etc. but not in any other way. He didn't abuse me or cheat on me. In his opinion, we had no problems. He was responsible for nothing. Did I allow this and enable him to some extent. Yes, I did. Do I resent him? Yes, I do. He never listened to me when I explained I was unhappy. He just never ever thought I would leave so he never changed his behavior no matter how many times I asked. He has become a different person from the one I married. I don't see that man anymore. Because of this, I have become distant and unemotional. It didn't happen overnight it was slow and painful. He calls me remorseless and relentless.

I don't have the words to express how disappointing and sad this situation has become. I have agreed to meet with this counselor because I have to deal with my soon to be ex for a long time to come. She has agreed to help us learn to communicate through this difficult time and in the future. If it is successful, I will be more than grateful.

Got The Life

I did this silly little quiz today. Interesting... I'm so choosy that men take forever to ask me out?!? I guess it's better than Men See You as Slutty. Or is it?

Men See You As Choosy

Men notice you light years before you notice them You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait

How Do Men See You?

I also took this quiz which is kind of funny since I am a product of the 80's.

Your 80s Heartthrob Is

Jason Bateman

Who's" Your 80's Heartthrob?

Oh, and yes, I'm bored.

Beautiful Daze

First off let me say, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas"(yes, I had to say it). I had a really great trip even though it was a business trip. This is an adult playground like no other. The luxury of the new hotels vs. the tacky/cheesiness of the old makes for a fascinating city.

We stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel, which is a very cool place to stay and play. Of course all of the rock memorabilia was something to see but the feel of the hotel was hip and modern and quite comfortable. This is sort of off season and it was quiet and I am not complaining. I am complaining about the fact that every casino I gambled at took all my money. Damn, I couldn't win to save my life. So much for buying a Trump Condo on the strip and living the high life.

I am tired! That's what happens when you drink too many Red Bulls and vodka, stay up late and gamble, etc. then get up at 6:30 the next morning and go to work. I'm paying the price today. Is it possible I am getting too old for the weekday partying?!? *cries*

Bottom line: I can't wait to go back.

Fix Me

Here is a beautiful painting by Lord Frederic Leighton called Flaming June. I feel peaceful whenever I look at it.

Well, I had a lovely Thanksgiving. Plenty of food, family and laughs. I must have played 100 games of either Scrabble or Boggle. Unfortunately, I began to feel sick Thursday night and have not felt well since. It's a stomach thing and I hope it will go away soon. I'm wasting my long weekend. Gah!

On Monday I leave for my business trip to Las Vegas. I'll be back on Wednesday evening so I'll share all my witty and adventurous stories about my trip then (yes, that was sarcasm).

Be Thankful

For those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving I wish you a fantastic and restful holiday.

I have many things to be thankful for this year. I've hit a few bumps in the road recently, but what doesn't kill you...

I thought I would leave you with this article I found in a local paper today. It has nothing to do with Thanksgiving, but I had to share. Something for you men to strive for perhaps.

Push Envy of Iron Crotch Aside as you Contemplate Phallic Feat

I'm sure he's thankful he remained in one piece....

Oh, and WDKY and Zoozan I expect a full report after you watch this on television. It's part of a documentary on Penis Envy that will be shown in the UK.

Ode to the Vag....New Profile Pic

I added a profile picture. It's a print done by Georgia O'Keeffe whose work I enjoy. This print is a perfect example of why I like her art. It looks like a vagina. Yes, I said it, "vagina," say it with me people. It's erotic and I'm drawn to it. You could put this print in your office and in fact, I actually worked with a woman who did exactly that. Yes, it was somewhat bold and it makes a statement. What that statement is may vary on the viewer. Again, it's art and beauty is in the eye of the beholder, blah, blah, blah. I found it a bit empowering because it's beautiful, full of color, depth and some folks may want to hide their children's eyes. I saw the Vagina Monologues and I'm better for it. I've even looked at my vagina in a mirror and I'm not ashamed to admit it. As women, we should find beauty, power, pleasure and release in this our most sacred place.

Now all that being said, I most likely will not keep this profile pic up for long. I get bored easy and will find something different depending on my mood. I just thought that I would comment on my choice, besides it was fun to write the word "vagina" several times this beautiful Monday morning.

Dear Anonymous

I don't know you, but I feel you
I don't know what you look like, but I recognize you
I don't know what you sound like, but I hear you
Are your words fact or fiction, it does not matter, every word is a part of you
Your kind words support and inspire me
Your negative words interest and challenge me
Freedom can be found in anonymity and I am better for it

This is dedicated to all my Blogger friends.
Thank You!

The Blush

I don't have much to say today. I'll just share a favorite painting of mine.


"The Blush" by Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale

Happy Happy

I had lunch with a very dear friend yesterday. We have been friends for 15 years. She is either fortunate or unfortunate to know all of my secrets. I love her dearly. We were discussing the latest chapter in this thing I call my life and she made a very simple statement that rocked me. Her words were this, "You are an exceptional person and you deserve to be happy." Tears sprung to my eyes. I looked at her and blinked and looked and blinked. God, she was right, maybe not about the exceptional part, that's up for debate, but the happy part. Truth be told I have not been happy for a long time.

My ex managed to manipulate me for years. To this day he still tries and the sad part is sometimes I let him. You get used to being told how to feel. At least I did. Well, I'm done. My friend reminded me that I have control of my happiness and even when I feel like everything is going to hell only I can control my reaction or actions.

I don't expect this will be easy but I look forward to the results.

Truth?

Someone sent me this and I realized it quite suits me.

Scorpio women: Inquisitive, searching, and experimental. Knows that eroticism consists of more than the physical act of lovemaking. While looking like a perfect lady in public, you dress and behave like a whore in the bedroom. Control of the orgasm is very important and will try anything to help your man maintain his potency. You never take no for an answer and when interested in someone, you will pursue him with determination and guile. Props you love: scented body oils, flavored lubricating gels, and vibrators.

Garbage In Garbage Out

I had to work on Saturday, which was not really a problem, but I had a hell of time getting out of bed this morning. I'm lucky, it is a beautiful sunny day. A mild 70 degrees. Might get up to 80 tomorrow. How nice.

My boss requested I attend a project meeting with her in Las Vegas. I played it down, but I' m thrilled especially since she could have sent me to Bumfcuk, Nowhere. I love Vegas. I love the gambling, food and overall potential for debauchery. It's a business trip so I'll behave and I will cut back on all of the above, but I will still manage to have a great time. I'm the type who can do anything alone. I don't need a group of friends with me to enjoy myself. If you can't tell, I don't get out much...

I'm halfway through an excellent book, A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey. This is one hell of a book. Read it. I stayed up way too late reading it last night and will probably do the same again tonight. Yes, I know it's an Oprah's Book Club read, but don't let that stop you.

Have a beautiful day.

"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours."
-Henry David Thoreau

Breathe Me

Touch me
I feel your heat against my skin
I want
I wait
I ache
I beg
Unnerving silence
I smile
My favorite game

Soul Meets Body

I am at a crossroads. I want to make a change for the better. Now, part of me thinks the old me wasn't so bad. Another part of me is screaming to get out. How do I combine to two and become, I don't know, more? I love change. I really do. I have friends, family and coworkers who despise change. It's a dirty word to some folks. Not to me. Change can be difficult, but so exciting. Maybe I'm a change junkie. I admit I get bored pretty easily especially at work, which has only helped me strive to be the best and move on up or out.

So, in my effort to meet some new folks I get online (yes, online dating is scary on so many levels) and reply to a few ads. Well, you would be surprised how many people just don't respond. Now, I didn't send any pics thankfully or I might have cried. If I ever do send pics I hope they just lie to me if they don't find me attractive. Tell me they got back together with their ex or something. Yes, I'm that pathetic. One guy responded and do you know what his email address was?? Illeaturpuss. Yes, you read that correctly! WTF? How in the hell am I supposed to respond to this? Not that I don't appreciate the pussy eating. I love love love the pussy eating, but is this how I want to go about getting it? Now, I can appreciate the anonymous email address, I could be a psycho too. I could be a big bear of a guy here effing with some straight men just to ruin their day.

Maybe you could call it desperation, but I responded to illeaturpuss and he seemed rather "normal". We exchanged a couple of nice emails he even sent me an erotic email, which was well written, but call me crazy the email address was the deal breaker. I couldn't get past it. Knowing my luck he was the love of my life...

Happy Veterans Day.

Hell Yes

I've got nothing today...except this yummy picture.

Simple ?

I have a simple question. It's not PG so if you are easily offended please move on.

Now that I have your attention here is my little question? Shave or not to shave? And when I mean shave I'm talking about completely shave it, bare. No landing strip or little triangle. Is a bare pussy attractive to most men? I have always kept the area well groomed, but lately I get the impression bare may be more of a turn on. Or does it really matter? I've been out of the dating scene for a while now and just thought I'd check in to see if going bare is worth the trouble. I don't want to creep anyone out or look like a 12 year old girl.

Personally, I like clean shaven balls, but it's not a deal breaker. I'll admit they tend to get more oral attention. Just wondering if the opposite is true.

50 Things About Me

Dear Readers (all three of you) I hope you enjoy the below list. I apologize in advance if your eyes begin to bleed from boredom. Just move on the the next blog quickly.

1. I was born in 1969.
2. I was born in Salt Lake City, Utah
3. I was baptized into the LDS/Mormon Church.
4. I’m not religious. My mom was Mormon and felt we had to be baptized even if we never practiced. I never understood or agreed with this decision.
5. I lived in five different states before I turned seven. Utah, Colorado, Idaho, Kentucky, California. I only remember 2.
6. I disliked school. My second grade teacher was named Ms. Graves and it fit. She scared the shit out of me.
7. I do regret not taking school more seriously. It was easy and I breezed through it.
8. I was eight when I had my first kiss. Boys chased me endlessly and I hated it.
9. My fourth grade teacher played the guitar and sang Jim Croce songs to us everyday and I still remember all the words to the songs.
10. I was painfully shy.
11. I had my first boyfriend when I was in sixth grade. We hardly ever spoke to each other. It lasted a couple of weeks. I met him again when I was in my 20’s and gave him my number. He never called.
12. I shoplifted make-up once and my mom caught me. I never did it again.
13. The first time I drank alcohol I was 15 and it was gin. Still hate gin.
14. Lost my virginity when I was 16. We were in the living room and my parents were home. I did not enjoy it.
15. Used to sneak my boyfriend into my bedroom through the window at night. He would stay all night and my parents never caught us.
16. When I decided to go on the pill my mom refused to go with me to the doctor. I went alone to Planned Parenthood. She told me later she regretted this decision and apologized for not supporting me.
17. I never had an abortion, but I had 5 friends who did all under the age of 18.
18. I went to the Prince, Purple Rain, concert twice and wore the purple scarf I bought at the concert for 2 weeks to school.
19. My friends and I would play hooky from school and drink our parents alcohol. Once we put it in baby bottles to sneak it out of the house. This was wrong on so many levels.
20. I got my first job at the age of 15 at a party supply store. This was a little slice of hell.
21. My first car was a 77 Toyota Corolla. Metallic brown with funky tints. It cost $1600 and my dad bought it although I had to pay him back.
22. I have been in 5 car accidents. Only one was my fault and luckily, I was never hurt.
23. Damn, this list is boring.
24. My boyfriend in high school cheated on me repeatedly including a couple of my friends and I stayed with him for 5 years.
25. This same boyfriend slashed all my tires and keyed “Bit” into my car. He was caught so he couldn't complete “Bitch”. We called this car the “Bit” car forever.
26. This same boyfriend called me two years later and I met him for a drink. We slept together. He had a girlfriend he was living with at the time. I knew this, but slept with him anyway. Very trashy of me and I regret this. I was also reminded that he was never good in bed.
27. My first truly satisfying (I had many average experiences) sexual experience with a man was when I was 25. The sex was great to bad he turned out to be crazy.
28. I was married at age 27.
29. A mother at the age of 30.
30. I have two beautiful children.
31. I went back to work after the kids were born.
32. I am not the stay at home type. I would go insane slowly.
33. I never cheated on my ex.
34. I enjoy watching porn, reading erotica, being tied up, blindfolded and dominated in the bedroom. My ex never could satisfy this need.
35. The older I get the more I enjoy sex.
36. Still believe I will meet someone who can be a best friend, soul mate, vanilla on the outside and kinky behind closed doors.
37. I like my job and my boss.
38. I once quit a job by telling my manager I had a death in my family and would not be able to return. I know bad karma.
39. I am currently addicted to blogging. Why do I like to read about other people’s lives or opinions? It boggles the mind. I'm disappointed when no one comments on a post I write. Yes, I’m pathetic.
40. I love playing Boggle.
41. I love to gamble. No slot machines, just tables.
42. I live three hours away from Nevada. Unless it’s snowing and then it can take 7 hours to get there, but I’ve done it.
43. Lake Tahoe is one of my favorite places.
44. I want to live in San Francisco, I just can’t afford it.
45. I don’t like to cook.
46. I don’t do drugs, but I like to drink.
47. I love to dance. The sweaty, crowed, with a DJ in a Club kind of dancing.
48. I love to read and will read just about anything. I would rather read than watch TV.
49. I will never tell my family I have a blog.
50. Annalis is not my real name, but all of the above is true.

Release

blind
bound
push
pull
bend
take
beautiful
release
release
release

Fruit Loops

After yesterday's post, and I apologize for the horrific rant, I have decided to look at the positive side of life. I refuse to lay down and wallow in my own self pity. So, that being said, I'm going to do a few things that makes me feel better -

Take my kids to one of their favorite places: The Zoo. I also happen to like the zoo, but seeing it through their eyes is truly cathartic. It's pure joy. Spending time with them reminds me of all the good things I have in my life.

Spend time with my friends. You know the The Best Friends. The ones that support you no matter what horrific things you do or say. I love them!

Go shopping. Buying a couple of really nice girlie things will make me very happy. I'll also hit the bookstore, which is one of my favorite hobbies. I could live in a bookstore.

I'd also list sex here but that won't be happening for a while. That might just complicate things but damn I miss it.

Warning: Rant Ahead

I feel like shit on a stick today. My soon to be ex just informed me that I am ruining his life, my children's lives and I'm completely selfish.

Fuck me running.

He's wrong, but it still hurts. He railed and cried at me for an hour about how just because he was a piece of shit husband and father for 10 years he shouldn't have to pay penance for the rest of his life. The rest of his life, please.

Bastard.

He's making me the bad guy for having the stones to leave.

Fuck him.

He was absent completely absent. Technically, I've been a single parent for years.

This. Is. Bullshit.

He wants to try again. "I will be the best husband and father in the world". "Give me another chance". Been there done that Fucker. Oh yeah, I'm pissed and so so sad.

My kids will be OK!?!

If I stay married to him I'll slowly go insane. I'm already half way to Looneyville and Psycho's R' Us is right around the damn corner.

Well, now that I have purged, regurgitated, hurled and fought the desire to get in my car and pull a Thelma & Louise I'll go listen to some angry angry music. Any suggestions?

Have a fucking fantastic day.

What Next?

Debate rages on use of cervical cancer vaccine while almost 100% effective, some contend use condones teen sex.

The conservative stance on this potential life saving vaccine disturbs me greatly. I have to wonder what other vaccines or a possible cure (HIV comes to mind) are being shelved due to politics.

Just Breathe

Well, I'm another year older. After 30, birthdays just go down hill. Instead of a big party or celebration all I really want to do is sit in a dark room and weep over my lost youth. I will not grow old gracefully. Yeah, yeah, youth is a state of mind, blah, blah, blah. After my pity party I feel guilty. I'm healthy, have beautiful kids and am somewhat sane. I'm not taking any meds, yet. I have a lot to live for and generally enjoy life. So I'm going to get off my ass. Hoo-boy. Maybe I do need meds at minimum a few cocktails. I'm rambling.

Since it's Halloween my company decided to have a dress up day. Now, I enjoy dressing up for Halloween parties, but not for work. You have to wear your costume all freaking day and after I drop off the kids and pick up my coffee I am already sick of my costume. Unless you're a hippy, which is lame, most costumes are not comfortable for all day wear. Plus it has to be work appropriate, the french maid outfit stays in the closet. I opted to not dress up today and only about 3 people total came in costumes. Pathetic. Although, the free lunch was nice.

I just started a yoga class and I like it. I can do this bare foot and without a jog bra! Why now? I have no idea. I'm pissed I didn't try it sooner. In the past if I went to the gym I joined the step class or at least kickboxing. Which was fine, but yoga is just more enjoyable. It kicks my ass, but I feel really good afterwards.

Submit

lust
need
hunger
control
want
darkness
light
strength
surrender
i submit to you

Independence

Independence can be extremely freeing or very limiting. I am fiercely independent. Why? I got burned, badly. I didn’t know it at the time, but this experience would change my life. It was a subtle change but profound.

I have always been very proud of my independence. I could never understand my girlfriend’s decision to give up everything and depend solely on their spouses or partners. It was baffling. What if they were left with nothing?

Now that I’m older I also appreciate how my fierce independence has become limiting. Has this affected my relationships? You bet. Haven’t had a successful one yet. It comes down to trust and control. Sometimes, I envy those women who trusted enough to completely change their lives. They at least were willing to take a risk. I don’t know if I can let my guard down, but maybe I will find a happy balance. If not, I’ll always have me.

Rainy Monday

It's raining and it's Monday. Yeah!

Recap of my weekend -

Friday:
I'll start with Friday since it was a good day. My friend called me up while I was driving into work.

Me: hello
K: Are you at work yet?
Me: No, I just left Starbucks after waiting 20 minutes in the drive thru lane (note to self: drive thru sucks, get your lazy ass out of the car and go inside next time).
K: So do you want to play hooky?
Me: Huh?
K: Do you want to play hooky?
Me: (ever responsible) No, I can't I have reports to run and distribute, etc. etc. (my fault since I procrastinated all flippin week), but I can leave early. I'll meet you at 12:00.
K: Great! Let's go shopping.

So, we met and had lunch at California Pizza Kitchen. We split a Pear and Gorgonzola Pizza (yeah, it's California cuisine) it was tasty. We also had a Sam Adams to wash it down. Then we shopped. Never shop for jeans after pizza and beer. Enough said. I still found plenty to buy and enjoyed myself immensely.Went home and had a date with my latest book, Grave Sight by Charlene Harris. Good read!

Saturday:
My car decides to die at a stoplight. I freak. I hate, hate car trouble with a white hot passion. I mean I will sell my car if I think it's about to give me a bunch of mechanical problems. I loath dealing with mechanics, but because I have to drive to hell and back everyday I take it in and what do you know!! They can't find anything wrong. If I stall on the bridge, someone is going to get hurt. Anyone that drives across the bridges here in the Bay Area can appreciate my pain.

So, that night I meet a friend at a restaurant/bar. I am waiting for her at said bar, a guy comes in and sits next to me. I'm checking him out, because why the heck not. I look him in the eye and say hello. I have a pet peeve about people who won't look you in the eye. So, we chat a bit. Nothing to interesting, weather etc. Then unexpectedly he asks if I'm single.
Guy: So, are you single?
Me: Wow that was direct. (yes, I was stalling)
Guy: I am very direct. Less bullshit.
Me: OK. I can respect that. Because I respect that, I'll be honest and tell you I'm going through a divorce.
Guy: Oh.

Now get this...he gets up and leaves!! No goodbye, no I'm not interested. Sweet Christ I think I need to move away from this yuppie city. Good thing I didn't mention I had kids he would have run screaming.

Sunday:
Pretty uneventful. Spent some time at the park with the kids. Spent some time on Craig’s List looking for a new place to live. I love Craig’s List. Where else can you get a used treadmill, job, apartment, date, or just a casual encounter (NSA sex). Who doesn't want to be a missed connection? I can spend hours there.

Sixteen Children = Insanity

My reaction to this article.

All sixteen names start with J. Can you imagine how often they are called by the right name, uh...never. Joshua, no I mean Jerimiah, no I mean Jinger....wtf? I have two kids and I get confused. Every now and then when I'm really miffed the dog's name is thrown in for good measure.

In my humble opinion, children are extremely challenging and yet extremely rewarding. How in the world can you bring sixteen children into the world and provide them with the care and attention they each deserve.

BFB

I work in a office of about 125 people. Most of these people are male. Most of these males are socially cripples. What I mean is that they are either overly friendly (in a creepy stalker kind of way) or will totally ignore me no matter how friendly I am. Also, eye contact is way overated, but eye to chest contact is fine. Me being the chest. Yes, I have big breasts, hooters, boobies, tits, whatever turns your crank. Nothing like walking down the hall and having half of the men you walk by glance at your chest.... some at lease will pull their eyes away when I get close. God, the things I put up with climbing up the corporate ladder (this is sarcasm). Anyway, moral of the story is: Guys - You are not sly, women always know when you are checking out her chest. Always!

And why you ask am I posting about this today? It's Monday and I had a lot of eye to boob contact today.





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Welcome To My Blog

Will anyone read this? Just looking for a place to rant and rave about my life.

What can I say, it's Friday (yeah!) work is been a bit slow today. I am going through a divorce, after being sooo unhappy for so long. Why oh why did I let him bully and manipulate me for so long? I guess it was easier than admitting our marriage was over. With two kids in the mix it made it even easier to pretend everything was OK. Funny thing is everyone is giving me the stink eye because I'm the one that wants to leave. WTF? Can no one remember all the crap from the past? This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life and making the decision to leave was pure hell.

I'll be spending my Saturday at Chuck Up Cheese. Who created this little slice of hell for parents? I'll be sure to take 3 or 10 Advil before I get there. Yes, I know kids love it and I mean love it!! Why can't they at lease make the pizza taste good. It's cardboard. Then after your kids play all of the arcade games, skeeball, etc. your job is to gather the million tickets that the machines spit out at them. Then the real fun begins...trying to get your kids to pick out what crap (oops I meant prize) they want. Of course, one million tickets only gets them a spider ring and a bug tattoo, but they want the damn Spiderman toy that would require an additional 5 million tickets and because Mommy is trying desperately to hold on to her sanity attempts to bribe the kid behind the counter. This will not work, but I'll try anyway. After I get home I'll have a cocktail to settle the nerves and maybe a nap.