well, not really lol...but lil cg, bi-guy, and i are chatting, drinking dirty navels (fuzzy navel with extra shot of vodka...:D)...been a while!
anyone on google chat?...say hi (it says i am offline but i am really there...incognito)
damn...this alcohol is making me flush...lil cg said..."you've got a royal flush!" referring to my flushed cheeks!
cg
Friday, November 6, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
educational attraction
recently, DD (lol on the "double" d's) raised a bit of a ruckus with her list of requirements regarding men...go read that FIRST before you read the rest of my post...go on!...
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the biggest issue she raises is the emphasis on education and its attraction component...how attracted are we to people who are at least as intelligent as we are?...once in the bedroom, do you ask your partner..."hey, before you slip that condom over your cock, i need to know one thing...how many degrees do you have?"...probably not...
let's look at this a different way...the fact that a person has taken the time to do well in higher learning means something...depending on where you are in life...these issues tend to be more important with those under 40/45 for some reason...why is it that those that fall into older brackets do not see formal education as an attraction variable?...they seem to quickly ascertain a level of intelligence based on the ability to convey thoughts and are more attracted to those that have a better developed emotional intelligence...
(i apologize for my incoherent, rambling, i suddenly realize i am tired, tired, but i want to finish this!)
why are some people more attracted to others who have "made the grade" even years and years after "making the grade" becomes irrelevant?...perhaps because we often associate education with intelligence and intelligence with ability and ability with potential...
unfortunately, many of the great ideas do not come from those who did well in school...they come from those who did well at what they were passionate about...
i support DD's efforts...she does not want to wait and find out if mr goodbar will be mr smartbar after several drinks and wasted time...she wants to know up front...do you have what i want between those ears?...
in the end, is it really any different than choosing a mate because of their ability to hunt well?...talk about bringing home the bacon...i can imagine our female cave woman rejecting a suitor because he couldnt hack it in nature and couldnt catch a fish to save his life (much less her own!)...and i can imagine our cave man rejecting a female suitor because she could not prepare the kill he brought to her for consumption later that evening...what the hell, woman?..i brought you a big cat!...make me dinner!...
nope, not too different...of course, back then they probably didnt have Hunter and Gatherer School...but if they did, i bet DD would want the valedictorian of the class! ;)
cg
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the biggest issue she raises is the emphasis on education and its attraction component...how attracted are we to people who are at least as intelligent as we are?...once in the bedroom, do you ask your partner..."hey, before you slip that condom over your cock, i need to know one thing...how many degrees do you have?"...probably not...
let's look at this a different way...the fact that a person has taken the time to do well in higher learning means something...depending on where you are in life...these issues tend to be more important with those under 40/45 for some reason...why is it that those that fall into older brackets do not see formal education as an attraction variable?...they seem to quickly ascertain a level of intelligence based on the ability to convey thoughts and are more attracted to those that have a better developed emotional intelligence...
(i apologize for my incoherent, rambling, i suddenly realize i am tired, tired, but i want to finish this!)
why are some people more attracted to others who have "made the grade" even years and years after "making the grade" becomes irrelevant?...perhaps because we often associate education with intelligence and intelligence with ability and ability with potential...
unfortunately, many of the great ideas do not come from those who did well in school...they come from those who did well at what they were passionate about...
i support DD's efforts...she does not want to wait and find out if mr goodbar will be mr smartbar after several drinks and wasted time...she wants to know up front...do you have what i want between those ears?...
in the end, is it really any different than choosing a mate because of their ability to hunt well?...talk about bringing home the bacon...i can imagine our female cave woman rejecting a suitor because he couldnt hack it in nature and couldnt catch a fish to save his life (much less her own!)...and i can imagine our cave man rejecting a female suitor because she could not prepare the kill he brought to her for consumption later that evening...what the hell, woman?..i brought you a big cat!...make me dinner!...
nope, not too different...of course, back then they probably didnt have Hunter and Gatherer School...but if they did, i bet DD would want the valedictorian of the class! ;)
cg
Monday, November 2, 2009
why i dont want kids
top ten reasons why i dont want kids:
because little cg drives me bonkers and is the same as having a kid (she's lived with me forever it seems...okay, ten years isnt forever, but it sure feels like it!)
(so all ten reasons are the same)
all weekend long she boo hoos about things she should have taken care of and now she's in a pickle and needs me to swoop in and save the day...nothing serious, but to her it feels like its the end of the world...i have to tell her...the world will end...as soon as the semester is over...
i love profs who think they are making a difference in the lives of their students by pushing them really hard and then they pride themselves when everyone struggles...because, you know, struggling students is a sign of a truly dedicated instructor!...cant wait for mnwhr to comment on THAT one lol)
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thursday night i get a call from musician...except no voice...instead it is a throng of voices...and then i hear "this next song is dedicated to someone special...she couldnt be here tonight but i wanted to sing something just for her....cg, this is for you!"...sounds great, right?...except, i didnt know the song...couldnt hear the words...nice and bluesy, but no clue what it was...
then the song ends and so does the call...how bizarre...
our sat night was good, tho...we went out in costume and enjoyed ourselves...i swear tho, if that damn woman sings "wind beneath my spleen" one more time...if i was a meaner person i'd throw tomatoes at her...if i was a nicer person i'd throw cotton balls...or un-used tampons...yep...
line of the night..."if i wasnt so damn drunk i'd buy you a cheap drink"...aww...really??...that is so sweet...if i wasnt so sober i might toss some ice down your pants...then laugh....hard...i will laugh...hard....i will laugh hard....
yep...
sorry for the lame post...super tired...got a lot on my mind and i just need to sleep...
cg
because little cg drives me bonkers and is the same as having a kid (she's lived with me forever it seems...okay, ten years isnt forever, but it sure feels like it!)
(so all ten reasons are the same)
all weekend long she boo hoos about things she should have taken care of and now she's in a pickle and needs me to swoop in and save the day...nothing serious, but to her it feels like its the end of the world...i have to tell her...the world will end...as soon as the semester is over...
i love profs who think they are making a difference in the lives of their students by pushing them really hard and then they pride themselves when everyone struggles...because, you know, struggling students is a sign of a truly dedicated instructor!...cant wait for mnwhr to comment on THAT one lol)
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thursday night i get a call from musician...except no voice...instead it is a throng of voices...and then i hear "this next song is dedicated to someone special...she couldnt be here tonight but i wanted to sing something just for her....cg, this is for you!"...sounds great, right?...except, i didnt know the song...couldnt hear the words...nice and bluesy, but no clue what it was...
then the song ends and so does the call...how bizarre...
our sat night was good, tho...we went out in costume and enjoyed ourselves...i swear tho, if that damn woman sings "wind beneath my spleen" one more time...if i was a meaner person i'd throw tomatoes at her...if i was a nicer person i'd throw cotton balls...or un-used tampons...yep...
line of the night..."if i wasnt so damn drunk i'd buy you a cheap drink"...aww...really??...that is so sweet...if i wasnt so sober i might toss some ice down your pants...then laugh....hard...i will laugh...hard....i will laugh hard....
yep...
sorry for the lame post...super tired...got a lot on my mind and i just need to sleep...
cg
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
may i have a glass of whine, please?
not whining, really...just twisted the wrong way (hmm...so which is the correct way to twisted oneself when exiting a vehicle??)...trying to rush out to avoid the deluge of H2O that was weeping from the smoke-colored clouds crowding overhead...and did i succeed?...of course not...i was wearing a dark pink top (which is NOT see-through)...however, once you become utterly drenched, guess what happens?...yep, suddenly it's grossly obvious that i have on a black bra underneath because i hear co-workers say "i can see your black bra! it's so pretty!"...
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doh!...i feel the flames of mortification crawl under my skin and fan out all over my chest, neck, and face...i get the looks of "icantbelievesheswearingablackbrawithapinkshirt!"...bite me!...go fuck yourself while i laugh when you cant find your honey pot and you cry like a little baby because you cant get no satisfaction!...
so that was a wee bit dramatic...anyhow...soaking wet, twisted back, and dreary day...yep...where is that glass of wine...
guess a nice cup of hot tea will do...i have a lovely pomegranate tea...
and i'm chilled from in and out of the rain today so my nipples are like hard rocks...just need to get cozy in bed and wave a hand to the rest of the world...
cg
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doh!...i feel the flames of mortification crawl under my skin and fan out all over my chest, neck, and face...i get the looks of "icantbelievesheswearingablackbrawithapinkshirt!"...bite me!...go fuck yourself while i laugh when you cant find your honey pot and you cry like a little baby because you cant get no satisfaction!...
so that was a wee bit dramatic...anyhow...soaking wet, twisted back, and dreary day...yep...where is that glass of wine...
guess a nice cup of hot tea will do...i have a lovely pomegranate tea...
and i'm chilled from in and out of the rain today so my nipples are like hard rocks...just need to get cozy in bed and wave a hand to the rest of the world...
cg
Sunday, October 25, 2009
undercover lovers report
title sounds exciting, huh?...actually this is just a quick listing of the searches people use to find this blog...check it out:
"sexy growling guys"
"your clit is huge"
"porn curiosities"
"men make funny sounds when they cum"
"sexy woman make me crazy"
so there ya have it...the circuitous route people travel to this blog...
if you are one of the ones that used those searches, i hope you found something interesting to read and if not then keep searching til ya find what you are looking for...
i always wonder how people find their ways here...a curiosity...
cg
"sexy growling guys"
"your clit is huge"
"porn curiosities"
"men make funny sounds when they cum"
"sexy woman make me crazy"
so there ya have it...the circuitous route people travel to this blog...
if you are one of the ones that used those searches, i hope you found something interesting to read and if not then keep searching til ya find what you are looking for...
i always wonder how people find their ways here...a curiosity...
cg
not as bad as last weekend
no, i didnt crawl to bed with my pants falling behind me...i did better :)
anyhow, once again we ran into the "bamas" (we do that every so often which is odd because they travel a lot and are extremely mobile)...they throw back their beers like the world is about to end and they want to imbibe as much bud light as they can...then they wonder "man, i must be tired i think i'm getting drunk"...hmm...could the fact that you have had 4 beers in the last 30 minutes be a contributing factor?...that and you just keep going at that pace?...
but an interesting factoid emerged...another night little cg and i had gone out and met up with 2 of the 'bamas (i think there are like 4 or 5 of them? maybe?) and then towards the end of the night, one of them seemed to just take off and left the other one stranded (i wanna say that i blogged about this when it happened but i spent a few minutes looking for it and said fuck it, if you are that curious go do your own damn scavenger hunt!)
we were pissed because we had to take his fucking ass home...he called his friend and his friend "supposedly" left and wasnt coming back for him...i say "supposedly" because the friend that left him was one of the 'bamas we ran into last night and his version of the story was a teeny bit different...
his story: "he told me to leave that he was going home with ya'll...and now i hear that he made me to look like the bad guy!...he's a damn liar is what he is"...
hmm...interesting...but, we arent stupid girls...we dont always make the smartest choices, but we are not THAT stupid and we just took that other guy home that night...oh, he asked lil cg if he could come home and she said "hell no! we'll take you home and drop you off"
ah, what a night...football, friends, and OB...
cg
anyhow, once again we ran into the "bamas" (we do that every so often which is odd because they travel a lot and are extremely mobile)...they throw back their beers like the world is about to end and they want to imbibe as much bud light as they can...then they wonder "man, i must be tired i think i'm getting drunk"...hmm...could the fact that you have had 4 beers in the last 30 minutes be a contributing factor?...that and you just keep going at that pace?...
but an interesting factoid emerged...another night little cg and i had gone out and met up with 2 of the 'bamas (i think there are like 4 or 5 of them? maybe?) and then towards the end of the night, one of them seemed to just take off and left the other one stranded (i wanna say that i blogged about this when it happened but i spent a few minutes looking for it and said fuck it, if you are that curious go do your own damn scavenger hunt!)
we were pissed because we had to take his fucking ass home...he called his friend and his friend "supposedly" left and wasnt coming back for him...i say "supposedly" because the friend that left him was one of the 'bamas we ran into last night and his version of the story was a teeny bit different...
his story: "he told me to leave that he was going home with ya'll...and now i hear that he made me to look like the bad guy!...he's a damn liar is what he is"...
hmm...interesting...but, we arent stupid girls...we dont always make the smartest choices, but we are not THAT stupid and we just took that other guy home that night...oh, he asked lil cg if he could come home and she said "hell no! we'll take you home and drop you off"
ah, what a night...football, friends, and OB...
cg
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