Archive | March 2013

Something’s got a hold on me

Soul_Rebels__36I had my date with Teacher last Friday night.  We went to dinner and then to a local club to hear a brass band from New Orleans.  Before they came on though, we had to endure a trio of trucker types playing original songs about bailing the wife out of jail and other stuff that I couldn’t even make out.  The brass band was awesome though.  However, we didn’t stay very long because I had to work Saturday, and I also couldn’t keep myself from being naughty and flirtatious and just wanting to hurry back to the hotel room.

In other news, I really need to change my phone number again.  My phone was vibrating non-stop that night.  I don’t usually want to just completely cut off contact with everyone, but for some reason I’m finding it all too distracting and annoying.  Right now, the only thing I want to concentrate on is being with Teacher.  That means that I don’t need Manwhore, EB, Endymion, and the Ox texting me all night while I’m trying to spend quality time with a really great guy.

I know what my problem is…I’m too nice.  Not all the time, but a lot of the time.  Of course I have my evil bitch moments, but overall I’m very nice.  That can cause problems when it comes to relationships that have ended, since some guys think they can just keep popping up whenever they feel like it.  That’s really getting old, and I’m getting tired of constantly deleting texts from guys I don’t want to talk to anymore.  I’m thinking a fresh start may be in order.  Kill the weeds so the new flowers can grow.

I know I tend to jump into things too quick when it comes to relationships, but I’d like to think I’ve grown and learned a lot over the last few years.  I’d also like to think that my taste in men has improved.  Luck or fate may have more to do with it though, and I think fate has finally smiled on me.  Of course it’s good to be cautious when first seeing someone, but being overly cautious can be bad.  I don’t want to live my life afraid of taking chances or giving things/people a chance.

My sister loves to remind me of the things I’ve said in the past about men I’ve dated.  I was talking to her last week and said something about how great Teacher is and how gentlemanly he is.  She was quick to remind me that when I started dating Skaterboi I said that he treated me like a princess.  We all know how that turned out.  He was hardly a prince and treated me nowhere near like a princess toward the end of the relationship.  But that’s just one relationship and one asshole.  Not all men are like that.

If I’m being completely honest, even the ones that turned out to be assholes were always assholes.  I just didn’t want to admit it in the beginning.  I knew those relationships probably weren’t going to work out, but I had ulterior motives.  Usually involving getting away from my family, great sex, or wanting to feel normal.  Well, fuck normal.  I just want to be with the right person for me.  And by that I mean someone who I have a lot in common with, can be myself with, not have to hide anything from, and just be happy in life’s little moments.  Who knows…maybe Teacher is that man.

I don’t want to be presumptuous, but he does do things to me that most men don’t.  No, I’m not talking just about sex.  Although the sex is awesome.  I’m talking about how he makes me feel and how I feel about him.  Like I said earlier, I don’t even want to hear from or talk to anyone else.  They are just too much of a distraction, when all I really want to do is focus on Teacher.  My interest in other men has disappeared, and that’s odd for me.  I only get that way when I really like someone.

If I look back to the times when I was a “cheater” I can see that it was usually because of one reason.  I wasn’t that into the guy I was with and allowed my sex drive to take over instead of my morals.  I allowed myself to become what I hate most.  I also knew that the ending of the relationship was inevitable and figured I could just hurry it along by cheating.  Of course that’s not the best way of going about it, but it worked.

I don’t seem to have to worry about any of that with Teacher though.  I can’t get rid of the pop-ups and lurkers fast enough.  Speaking of fast enough…I’m trying to contain myself and not move too fast even though everything in me is telling me to just let go and let it fly.  There’s a constant battle raging inside me, going back and forth between wanting to be the free spirit wanting to love and be loved, and the morally uptight prude who thinks I should hold back emotionally so that I won’t get hurt.  The latter is exhausting though.  It’s so much easier and less stressful to just let go and be with someone, not constantly thinking ahead and worrying about what might happen.  Sure, I could get hurt, again, but so what?  It happens.  Then I dust myself off and move on.

Oh, and one last thing.  Teacher knows about my blog, and he’s been reading it.  So far I think he’s up to August 2011.  The way I see it, if he makes it to the end and is still seeing me, then he’s a keeper for sure. 😉  Not all men can handle me and my crazy past and not be judgmental about it.  He seems to be the type that can though.

As always…

Happy humping!


Post St. Patty’s Day Afterglow

[Insert "big balls" joke here.]

[Insert “big balls” joke here.]

St. Patty’s Day is one of my favorite holidays because any holiday that centers around alcohol and acting like a fool is awesome.  St. Patty’s Day in New Orleans is great all by itself, but when I’m with someone who I actually enjoy spending time with, it’s even better.

Last year I was living in New Orleans and spent St. Patty’s Day with Rocketman who turned out to be a freak and a liar, but I still had a good time that night.  I drank until I passed out and a good time was had by all.  To me that equals a successful St. Patty’s celebration.

This year was a little different.  I still spent it in New Orleans, but this time I was actually with a decent guy.  We hung out, went and saw a great band at a really cool bar, and drank lots of incredibly good beer.  I was a very happy girl.  Good beer, good guy, good music.  It doesn’t get better than that.

cabbageThe guy that I went with shall forever after be called…hmmm…damn, Musicman is already taken.  Let’s call him Teacher.  He’s a music teacher, hence the name, and so far we have tons in common, can talk about anything, and the physical attraction is definitely there.

So Teacher and I had our third date Saturday, and it turned into our fourth I suppose, because I didn’t get back home until late Sunday night.  Now I’m back home, back to work, and ready for my fifth date with Teacher on Friday night. 🙂  Until then…

Happy humping!

Very Inspiring Blogger Award!


I have been awarded the Very Inspiring Blogger Award!  Thanks to Lovergirl at LIFEOFALOVERGIRL for bestowing this honor upon me!  If you don’t know her you should check her blog out.  She’s like the sister I never had…oh, wait…(sorry Fallen Angel). 😉

The rules of this award are pretty similar to the others:

1.) Display the award logo on your blog.
2.) Link back to the person who nominated you.
3.) State 7 things about yourself.
4.) Nominate 15 bloggers for this award.
5.) Notify those bloggers of the nomination by linking to one of their specific posts so that they get notified by ping back.

Seven Things About the Preacher’s Daughter:

1.  I sometimes still wonder why I’m not a lesbian, and also wish I were.  Yes, I love the men and their equipment, but some women are just so damn attractive.  Unfortunately, when I was living in New Jersey, Jersey Girl pretty much turned me off to ever being in a relationship with another woman.  Once I’m traumatized by something, then that’s the end of that.

2.  I’ve hidden my real first name is in a post on my blog…somewhere.  Of course I’m not going to tell you where.  LOL

3.  I wear purple, a lot.  I blame my mother.  When I was a kid my mom loved dressing me in purple because she thought it looked pretty with my red hair.  So I think I have it drilled into my sub-conscience that I look best in purple.  In fact, as I sit here, I’m wearing my purple robe that my sister embroidered my name on to a couple of weeks ago.

4.  I am not an animal lover.  Yet, for some reason I keep living with my sister and her menagerie of animals.  It wouldn’t be so bad if she would just keep them outside, but she insists on having her Great Dane and little mutt dog inside all the time.  Not to mention the other 2 – 3 dogs that are outside the house all the time, and the cat that is constantly sneaking in (which I’m severely allergic to), and now the two baby ducks that live in the bathtub.  I feel like I’m living in Noah’s Ark!

5.  I’m not very crafty or domestic.  I try to be, and want to be, but it’s just not in me.  That’s the gene that my sister inherited from my mother.  She can cook, craft, and sew.  Me?  I can barely sew a button on, and my cooking skills leave much to be desired.  Just ask my ex-husbands.

6.  You know how some people keep those little trolls or some other kind of knick knacks on their desk?  Well, I have my monkey.  It was a gift from my dad when I was little.  He even painted my name on it and everything.  Of course I’ve given him a bit of a makeover over the years.  He now wears Mardi Gras beads and a crown.  He will be with me until the day I die.  😉

7.  I’m a romantic.  It may not seem that way because of my slutty behavior, but I really am a romantic who believes in love and all that mushy stuff.  Unfortunately I don’t have the best taste in men and that’s probably why “twoo lub” has eluded me.  Alas, I have not given up.  Through all my sexual trifling, I continue my quest for Mr. Right and not just Mr. Fuck-Me-Right-Now.  It may also surprise you to learn that I am currently in love and have been for some time now.  Yes, I find it quite disturbing myself.  Mainly because he’s treating me like a stalker and not replying to my texts and completely ignoring me.  Again, I’m back to the moth vs. the flame.  Love sucks, yet I enjoy it so.

OK, enough about me.  Let’s talk about you!  Here’s my list of fifteen of my favorite bloggers.

  1. 101 Books
  2. Bad Books, Good Times
  3. TheRealSharon’s Blog
  4. Misadventures in Cleveland Dating
  5. her lil’ black book
  6. Blogging NOLA
  7. Hiding in plain sight
  8. The Redneck Princess
  9. You’ve Been Hooked!
  10. The Wandering Mind
  11. The Prattlings of a Pervert
  12. The Daft Diaries
  13. Three Sentence Critic
  14. My Student Bloggy
  15. Hypersensationalism

So there you have it.  Thanks again to Lovergirl for nominating me and to all of you who actually read my blog!  I wish you all happiness & “twoo lub” & happy humping always!

What I think about Lifetime’s new show “Preacher’s Daughters”

165966_495022397201128_1431375662_nRachel asked, “What is your take on the new show coming to Lifetime called Preacher’s Daughters?”  I figured that instead of just replying to her comment, I’d turn it into a post.  Because this is going to be more than I can fit into one paragraph.

First of all, I don’t like most “reality tv” because it’s not reality.  It’s a twisted sexed up version of reality.  The networks only make those shows because so many American’s are either stupid enough to believe that it’s real, or they just don’t care and like to indulge on crap tv.  Watching your favorite “guilty pleasure” tv show is fine, just don’t believe everything you see on tv.

Now that I’ve said that, let’s get on with the show.  When I spoke with the producers of this show a year ago, I thought that it was going to be a top-notch documentary on preacher’s daughters, not a religious version of “Teen Moms.”  Thankfully, my age disqualified me from being a part of this show.  Also, there’s no way the Preacher would have ever agreed to something like this.


The preachers and their daughters.

Maybe I’m being a bit harsh, but after watching the promo for the show, I was not impressed.  It was more like mentally and spiritually offended.  Of course, during the promo, they showed a clip of one of the girls having to break the “I’m pregnant” news to daddy.  Then you hear the dad asking the girl how many (guys she’s been with) and saying that they need a paternity test.  They are just trying to boost ratings, and that’s exactly how to do it.

I also feel a little sorry for the girls on the show.  After watching all the clips online, it seems that their parents, like so many religious zealots (including my parents), have control issues.  I know that my dad was so controlling of me that I never would have even dared ask him if I could go out on a date.  Once, in seventh grade, I asked him if I could go to a school dance with a female friend, and his answer was, “No. All they do is play heathen music and the boys and girls dance together. You’re not allowed to ever go to those dances.”  I knew right then that my social life was going to be nonexistent until after I moved out of the Preacher’s house, and I was right.  I sure made up for it later though, and so will these girls.  Actually, since times are very different now, these girls seem to be more rebellious earlier than I ever was.  At least I waited until I was 18 and out of my dad’s house.  Even then I tried to be a “good girl” and managed to stay a virgin until I was twenty-two.  These girls are only sixteen and seventeen and they are already dressing like bimbo sluts and sneaking around having sex.

ok_3-8-13_preacher-daughters_stackedMy sister, Fallen Angel, and I agree that just because a girl’s father is a preacher, that doesn’t mean she rebels any more than other kids.  It just means that she’s scrutinized more closely than other kids.  Being a preacher’s daughter means having a constant spotlight on you and being constantly judged.  Unfair as it may be, it’s the truth.  If the average teenage girl gets pregnant then she’s just a statistic, and no one really thinks twice about it.  Hell, they even give some of them their own “reality shows.”  However, if a preacher’s daughter gets pregnant out of wedlock, it’s a huge shock, a scandal, a blemish on her family’s name and reputation.  It’s ridiculous.  Kids are kids, and yes, some of them are going to have sex.  It doesn’t matter who their parents are or what their parents do for a living.

This show is just another example of how the media is pushing a stereotype about a group of people.  It’s stereotyping Christians, preachers, and of course preacher’s daughters.  It’s true that some preacher’s daughters rebel with a vengeance (i.e. ME), but many of them lead normal, happy, productive lives.  I’m sure that the producers of this show had a plethora of teenage girls to choose from for this show, including some very nice, good, and normal ones.  Yet, they chose to have only the “wild” and “rebellious” ones on the show.  Probably because good girls don’t boost ratings like slutty girls do.  That’s sad, but true.

The fathers of these girls are another matter entirely.  I don’t know how any true “man of God” who could allow their church, family, and daughters to be put on television and exploited in this way.  Well, I can think of a couple of ways they would allow it…if they were sucked in by the greed and/or fame.  Even if they did/do have the best of intentions in signing up for this show, they will soon learn that it’s not exactly like they thought it would be.

Don’t get me wrong.  I am not too worried that the show will cast Christians in a negative light.  Plenty of Christians do that all on their own.  I’m worried about any negative stereotypes being encouraged.  Sure we can laugh and make jokes based on stereotypes, but in the end all they really do is hold us all back as a society.

Maybe you think I’m encouraging the stereotype about preacher’s daughters.  If so then you probably haven’t read much of this blog.  Even my tagline at the top says “Nobody’s perfect. Why should I be any different?”  And that’s exactly how I feel about it.  I’m no different from anyone else.  I have my good parts, my bad parts, my crazy parts, and my normal parts.  I have good days and bad days just like everyone else.  If I’m going to be judged on something, let me be judged on the kind of person that I am, not on who my father is.

I think the girls on this show should be given the same respect.  They should be judged on who they are, and not on how controlling or extremist or conservative their fathers are.  God knows, they will have a hard enough time as it is just being teenage girls.

Happy humping!


Grandpas and porn

Working in retail does have its perks, sometimes…

An old man just came in with a portable dvd player.  He needed a power adapter for it.  I found the right one and hooked it up to see if it would work.  I turned it on and waited.  There was a dvd already in it.  All of the sudden it comes on and bam!  There’s a big white ass on the screen.  It’s some serious porn.  As grandpa and I both turn red, he says, “Oh my goodness. What is that?”  I’m thinking yeah, right, you know what it is you old perv.  I had quickly closed the lid on the dvd player.  He apologized, and told me it was his grandson’s.  I said, “Don’t worry. It just makes my day interesting. And now we know what your grandson’s been doing.”  LOL