Did you ever start watching something on TV, get a little sucked in, and then suddenly realize, “Why the hell am I watching this?!” The man of the house was flipping channels and he stopped on a show which I never would have pegged him to watch. Oh wait maybe… oh yea, I see it now… see the title of the show was “Sex in the Wild.” So I get it now guy = sex. But anyway it was on a channel that he never ever watches – PBS. I think he thinks it’s a liberal commie pinko channel. l

What is love? Yea, I don’t mean this as a sappy, philosophical, your ass is covered in syrup talk… wait what? I mean like… ok, I do some fundraising and marketing work for a non-profit that helps women transition from domestic violence.  It also educates on prevention.  Not just for women how to avoid it, but for men not to do it.  And we don’t just deal in physical violence, there is all kinds of emotional abuse you can be subjected to, like… Do you have a partner that insis

I wish I was romantic.  Not necessarily in relationships but in life.  Ya’ know like those in love with life people?  Would I feel better if I did? Ya’ know what I mean, it’s like people who post stuff like this on Facebook: Or this Or this And then like all their friends leave all these comments under the picture… “Gorgeous!”  “Amen!”  “That’s how I feel!”  “Inspirational” “Love!” Me?  My reaction? “Who gives a shit?” *Crickets* Those pics mean absolutely nothing to me. I ju

I love to look through my search term results on WordPress sometimes.  It’s a function on the dashboard that allows you to see what terms people have typed into search engines (Google, Yahoo, Bing) that resulted in your blog showing up and them clicking on it. This provides me with twofold entertainment: 1. It shows me some really strange-ass terms that brought people to my blog.   Apparently I write about some odd topics. 2.  Some of y’all are freaks.  I can’t believe some o

This here’s a pretty basic blog today.  Simple question… To cheat or not to cheat?  That is the question… I thought my beliefs were set in stone, cast in iron, shackled in… die-cast fiberglass.  (I’m not even sure what that means)  My belief had always been, you just don’t cheat.  I never did on my husband, even though he was an abusive drunk who cheated on me.  My parents were married for 64 years until my Dad passed away this past October.  It’s what I thought was right.  W

I ended up having an impromptu sex talk with my 16 year old daughter the other night.  I’ve had “talks” with all of my children over the years.  It’s an ongoing thing, I think that’s the best way to handle it because as time goes by more questions arise (no pun intended).  And you don’t want to sit them down and bombard them with too much information or you’ll have an 11 year with a deer in the headlights look who wants to crawl under a rock.  Hell, I’m still learning things