And Monty, next time you drive down this way, please be on the look out for this guy, m'kay?
Oh wait, I see it's a CA highway. Okay Rain, pass him on once you're done with him.

Kick Ass

Ya know, I've decided that he can just kiss my ass. I'm WORTH more. I DESERVE more.
And it's totally HIS fucking loss.

So I'm back in the saddle (and ready to ride, let me tell ya!)

Sorry for the pity party there, but sometimes a girl has to feel down for a little before she can come back and kick some ass.

Hardness

Another light fixture for the house. Ya know, in trying to sell this place I've had to "remove" my drawings, (mostly nudes) and sculptures. (At least according to my sister in law who thinks she's an expert on selling homes due to watching some show on Cable for the past two years.) The result is, I feel like I'm not living in my own home.

My drawings are NOT pornographic. They re tasteful nudes, most done in life drawing classes I've taken over the years. No "hard-ons", etc. It's hard not being myself.

The kid's been trying to call me all weekend. It's hard not to pick up the phone. But there's only enough money left on the deal for one more phone call. And his brother wants to talk to him one more time before the trial. Especially since it looks like neither one of us will be able to be there for him. So I've written him a letter to wait until next weekend. Meanwhile, the phone has been ringing several times with the caller id showing it's the jail. It's hard not to just pick it up.

It's hard not to pick up the phone and call the FWB. I'm so used to talking to him often. But we're in this "war of silence". It sucks. If I give in now and be the first one to call, he will continue to treat me badly, and I'm not going to allow myself to be treated this way anymore. I'm finally coming to the realization that I really AM worth more.

It's hard waiting for interviews, for the house to sell, for things to change. Especially when the meds are not working well and the doctor is an idiot. She actually said, "I'm not going to give you anything for the depression, because then we might set off the mania." So, um, yeah, Doc? I'm supposed to get to the suicidal point before you help? And it's not like I can change docs right now. I'm going through the county health system and she's the only choice. Fuck!

I know all of us have hard things in our life. I read your blogs. I know the struggles you're going through (or at least some of you that share what's going on).

It just seems overwhelming at times, doesn't it? To me, it's to the point of this is almost too hard. Not just the stuff I've told you about here, because if it was just that, I could skate on through that. But there comes a point when you say, "Okay, God....when is it enough?"

That's about where I am right now.

I only like hard one way.

And it involves the anatomy of a man.

Redecorating

Don't you think this would look grand in my living room?

Walker, I can just see you hanging it for me now....

On the emotional front, I'm hanging in there. Just getting by sucks those big chandelier thingies!
If something doesn't change soon, well.....I dunno.

I'm trying to look at it positively. I've gotten rid of the distraction (FWB) although not in any way that I would have liked to. I've still got electricity and internet connection, so life...at the moment...is still okay.

I had lunch with some friends today that I'd not seen in several years. It was nice.

Nice, at this point...is good.

Have a good weekend. I've got the schedule from hell at work this week, so I may be spending whatever spare time I've got in bed under the covers.

Men

Ya know, men....
I love you. As a species. As a sex toy. As just the jerks you generally are. Most people accuse me of thinking just like a man.

But I guess I failed illogical thinking somewhere along the line this past week.

The FWB has texted me EVERY day for the past week and a half saying "I want to get together with you tonight." and then every night it's "I've got the kids one more night, can we do it tomorrow?" His ex is playing games with the kids and he's been keeping them quite a bit lately. Which is cool. I know he loves them and loves getting to have them for a longer time.

But after the last time, he pulled the same thing, I sent him an email saying, "At least answer your damned phone when I call you, or call me back. The text messaging is getting old, and I'm not twelve anymore." Also told him I'm tired of being there for him at HIS convenience, but I never get the same courtesy in response.

Ya see, this started out as straight sex. No friendship or anything involved. It's developed over the past year to a true friendship (or so I thought). But apparently calling him on his game playing shit changed the rules somehow, and now I'm getting the silent treatment.

Fine...his loss. And I mean that. He got babied, taken care of, his every desire met, each and every time we were together. Let's see him do that for himself. Or find someone else as good as me to give him the total package. It's like downgrading from DSL to dial up, or Dish Network to the old antenna. Mother fucker.

Therapy Session

I have morning "therapy sessions" with a friend as we haul our asses out of bed at 5 a.m. to go walking. Now this may seem noble (the walking) but I go mainly for the chats we have.

Today was "my" day. And I realized a couple of things.

I've been accepting much less than I deserve from the FWB and I'm tired of it.

I've been letting it color my view of my worth as far as a job and my own self-esteem.

Shit.

Funny and Not so Funny

Thought this was funny.

On the other hand, life right now is just not too funny at all. I'm still looking for a job, and it's getting frustrating, to say the least. There's supposed to be this massive "shortage" of teachers, but you sure wouldn't know it by me. I know I'm supposed to do this.

I'm just questioning whether or not I'm supposed to do it here anymore. May have to look at other areas of the country, and that's both scary and exciting at the same time.

The kiddo is doing okay, for the moment. Which helps ease the mind a little.

I'm going back to bed. This working until the wee hours of the morning is kicking my ass. Did I mention I'm beginning to hate this "temporary" (now going on the 7th month) job? Yeah. I am.

ORGAN--IZATION

I'm in the process of selling my home. I've been advised to get rid of "clutter".
Found some interesting ways to organize my toys: (via Homemade sex toys)




Which do you think makes the BEST presentation???
(Oh...and my "expert" made me take down all my nudes too. Dammit.)

You decide???

I took the test twice. First answering the "good girl" way, and then answering the way I REALLY feel. You decide which describes me better.

Your Score: Rosalind Russell

You scored 28% grit, 42% wit, 19% flair, and 16% class!

You are one wise-cracking lady, always quick with a clever remark and easily able to keep up with the quips and puns that come along with the nutty situations you find yourself in. You're usually able to talk your way out of any jam, and even if you can't, you at least make it more interesting with your biting wit. You can match the smartest guy around line for line, and you've got an open mind that allows you to get what you want, even if you don't recognize it at first. Your leading men include Cary Grant and Clark Gable, men who can keep up with you.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the
Classic Leading Man Test.

Your Score: Joan Crawford

You scored 59% grit, 23% wit, 14% flair, and 14% class!

You are one tough dame, as tough as they come. You've had to fight long and hard to get where you are, but you always knew you'd do whatever you had to do to get ahead. You aren't above committing crimes (or seducing others to do them for you) to get what you want. You want to be happy and comfortable, but you usually always manage to get the fuzzy end of the lollipop. Even your kids are usually against you. Your leading men include anyone you set your sights on, even married guys that are never seen on-screen. Watch your back.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the
Classic Leading Man Test.

(The fuzzy end of the lollipop? Seriously folks, the fuzzy end needs to be shaved or at least trimmed or this dame ain't getting it close to her mouth!!!)

Link: The Classic Dames Test written by gidgetgoes on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

ARRRRGGGGHHHHH

People are just fucking stupid.

Except for you guys who read this.

Y'all are just damned crazy!

(But I loves ya anyways!)

I've found my new calling

Superboobs

A sick, sick world

I can't stand it anymore! I'm moving to the moon.

Busy, busy

I've got a "date" tonight. This "newly divorced, really horny guy" thing is kick ass.

On the job front....still looking. Getting frustrated, but the "newly divorced, really horny guy" thing is taking the mind off of it somewhat.

Argh!

Ya know, there's not a whole lot in this world that truly pisses me off. But tonight in the grocery line there was a family that had a kid about 13 or so with the "mouth bling" stuff (you know...the "jewelry" that fits over the teeth). Dad was talking on a brand new, state of the art cell phone and mom was wearing tons of jewelry that didn't look fake.

And they paid with food stamps.

And me? I'm doing good just to keep the fucking lights on.

Weekend

I have plans this weekend. See you on Monday.

Eye Exam for the Fellas

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Sorry ladies, I haven't found one for us yet.
May have to draw my own.

How I passed college?

This might have worked easier than actually studying.

Gotta get out the crayons

Found the Erotic coloring book here.

After I rest up from the "activities" I had this evening, I may have to "color" tomorrow on my day off.

How drunk is TOO drunk?

Let me just tell you....
Tonight a customer was obviously drunk. He couldn't find his money/card. I'm surprised he could find his ass to find his wallet.

But the worst of it?

He pissed himself in my lane. Seriously.

And then, if that wasn't gross enough....he left the store, came back in and tried to buy more alcohol.

Too drunk.

Couch Potatoes

When I was a kid we watched tv. A LOT of tv. We could even quote most of the commercials, at which point mom would say, "You've been watching TOO MUCH tv, go outside and play."

With that in mind...take this quiz and see how much tv you used to watch. I scored 100.

Kinda sad. But today with today's shows I probably couldn't even tell you half of what's even on. I'm getting better. (Well, that and the fact that my tv only gets 6 channels!)

Rocket Man

I met this guy about a year ago who's from Germany. He's pretty cool. He used to weigh over 400 pounds but is now about probably 185 or so. He's kinda hot, too. When we first met he'd just been to NASA in Houston and toured it.

So naturally our conversations are usually peppered with "code" for space stuff. We have "heat resistant suits" for condoms, shuttle "launches" etc....

Well let me tell ya, Rocket man outdid himself last night.

I'm not sure I've reentered Earth's orbit yet.

Yeah....I kinda like THAT!

Yeah, I could get behind this...(or in front!)

Who's your celebrity cell mate?



Since Macgyver hasn't been arrested (yet!), your big house bunk buddy is the ever-handy Ty Pennington (yes, the guy from Extreme Home Makeover). People look to you in times of trouble because you have the blueprint for escape. And like a Boy Scout, you know there's no such thing as being too prepared.

Serving time might be the one thing you can't hammer or saw your way out of, but we're sure you'll find a way to hack it. That's handy!

Don't link here

Do me a favor and don't link here under my name at all. I don't want anyone to find THIS one.

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