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Living the dream

miss martianSo I’ve been living the dream, well, my version of the dream, for the past couple of weeks.  So far I adore Buck aka Prince Charming more than I ever thought I would.  He is totally and completely awesome.  He was the Superboy to my Miss Martian for Halloween.  He has been wonderful in every way possible.  In fear of sounding like a squishy mushy lovey dovey mess I’m going to refrain from continuing.  At the very least I wanted all of you to know that I’m exquisitely unconditionally happy.  Yes, I’m using entirely too many adverbs.

So there it is.  The Preacher’s Daughter, Ginger Channing, me (the real me), is very happy right now.  I say right now because who knows what will happen next, except maybe my book will finally get finished, but even then, I will probably, most likely, still be superbly happy.

No.  Nothing is perfect.  However, life is full of imperfections.  Wonderful imperfections.  That is what makes life beautiful and perfect without being perfectly perfect.

Confused yet?  So am I.  But it’s ok.  It’s love.  Love is ok and not subject to conventional thinking or my parents’ version of what love is.  It’s what good country songs are made of and what my life has become.  Weird huh?

I told DC last Friday night that I was done.  By done I meant that I was done dating, done looking for “the one”, done with everything relating to relationships.  I’m good.  I’m good when it comes to men and life and finding my happy ending.  I’ve found my Prince Charming, literally. 😉

Peace, love, & happiness.

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Top 5 reasons why the Preacher’s Daughters might get arrested

1.  Public intoxication

Actually this one probably happened on a regular basis a few years ago.  However, my sister rarely drinks anymore, and I only drink when I’m out with Teacher.  So we’ll reserve this one for holidays such as Halloween, St. Patty’s Day, and New Years Eve.

Sunday night (Cinco de Mayo) when I was with Teacher I did drink several beers by the fire.  He told me later that he could tell I was getting a little drunk.  I asked how he could tell and he said I “get cuter.”  Hehe.  🙂

2.  Driving while under the influence

As you all know I already had my little run in with the law over this one and I do not want a repeat of that.  Twenty-two hours with Big Bertha in a freezing cold, overly bright jail cell was plenty for me.

3.  Driving like a drunk granny

Last night as Fallen Angel, Little Bubba, and I were coming back from dinner we got pulled over.  She and I both said, “What’d we do?!”  She wasn’t speeding.  Her tag isn’t expired.  We had no idea.  To make things worse, Little Bubba was in the back seat and he said, “Mommy I’m scared.”  (Unfortunately he had acted up all night & I jokingly told him that if he didn’t behave I’d call the cops.  Bad idea.)  I had to reassure him several times after that the cop/sheriff’s deputy was the “good guy.”

Evidently, per the sheriff’s deputy, she was “driving 10 mph under the speed limit and weaving.”  Her truck has rattled lately and it sounds like a raccoon is under the hood, so she’s been trying to take it easy and not drive too fast.  She told the deputy that was why she was going so slow.  He said that was ok, but she was also weaving and he just wanted to make sure she was alright.  He also said “it’s your lane and if you want to use it all then that’s fine.”  (The funny thing is that I tell her all the time that she weaves too much, but she never believes me.  Finally I have proof!  LOL)

He let us go on our merry way after that.

4.  Failure to pay outstanding traffic tickets

This one seems to plague me and Fallen Angel.  She got a ticket last year for having an expired inspection sticker, and to my knowledge she never took care of it.  Of course I still have a couple of tickets that I’ve got to pay from when I was living in the Big Easy.  That was another reason we both sort of panicked when she got pulled over last night.

5.  Cavorting with 17-year-old boys

This one goes back to last year when I was talking to a guy from OKCupid.com.  His profile said he was 18, but he turned out to be only 17.  Once I found out, I quickly put a stop to any and all sexy talk and receiving of pictures from him.  The threat of jail time was enough to scare me straight, and it prompted me to change my search to only guys 24 years old and up.

That wasn’t my first encounter with a 17-year-old though.  Back when I was 22 I had a one-niter with my cousin’s co-worker.  I didn’t know the guy was only 17 until after the dirty deed was done.  I also didn’t know he was a virgin until it was too late.  We live and learn, as the old saying goes.

pkdividerSo there’s my list of the top 5 reasons why the Preacher’s Daughters might get arrested.  Thankfully I’ve only been arrested once, and my sister has yet to make that dreaded call to the Preacher from a jail cell at 2:00 am.  Hopefully she never will, because if she does…I’m not bailing her ass out of jail.  Not after the way she’s been treating me lately.  By the way, she’s still being a bitch from hell.

Our mother and aunt are set to arrive tomorrow.  It’s going to be a little Mother’s Day visit.  The only thing I’m looking forward to is taking them all out to dinner Saturday night.  No, I’m not looking forward to paying, but I am looking forward to having them meet Teacher and hear him perform.  His duo is playing that night at the restaurant we’re going to.  Hehe.  See, I’m still capable of being a sneaky bitch myself.  Fallen Angel hasn’t completely captured that title.

Happy humping & drive safe!

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Star light, star bright

I was out on my back porch earlier having a cig & a glass of wine.  As I listened to the crickets chirping, looked up at the night sky full of stars, and watched the lightning storm in the distance, I began to think about how my life might be in twenty or thirty years.

Every time I try to imagine myself as an old woman, all I see is me and my little sister living together in my grandparents’ old farmhouse back in Alabama, and driving each other crazy.  I picture my red hair intermingled with white hair, my skin wrinkled, and my smile tired.  I’ll have a unique fashion sense (meaning bizarre ;)) and being a single old woman, I can pretty much do whatever I want and not have to worry about what other people think of me.  I love that part.  Hell, if I want to go to Wal-Mart in my fur coat, pajamas, and flip-flops, then I’ll damn well do just that.

My life is quiet and simple, yet full of family and friends.  Holidays would be like they once were when my grandmother was still alive.  There would be lots of good home-cooking, none of which I would have cooked.  I leave the serious cooking up to my sister.  I would do the dishes afterwards though because she hates doing dishes, as I well know.

My nephew would bring his wife or girlfriend over to visit, and maybe they’ll even have a couple of kids.  My cousins would come over with their kids.  Of course my little brother would come over late after getting off work at the hospital.  He’ll be a doctor by then.  He’s feisty, but smart.  If I’m lucky or blessed or both, then maybe my parents will still be around to enjoy all that with my sister and me.

I never can picture what I’m doing for work other than just this, writing.  Maybe that’s my calling in life.  Then again, maybe not.  LOL  I believe that as long as I have my friends and family around me, I’ll be just fine.

So as I wish upon a star tonight, I hope all of your nights are filled with beautiful star light.

Happy humping!

How to get fired from a church

I was down visiting my parents Labor Day weekend 1995 and Pastor Cracker, my dad’s friend, was there visiting also.  I had taken copies of my résumé so that I could look for jobs there, but wasn’t too serious about it.  I was in college back in my hometown, and I also had a pretty good job there.

While the Preacher, my mom, Pastor Cracker and I were talking, Pastor Cracker mentioned that they were about to the point of needing a full-time secretary at his church.  The Preacher got all excited and told Pastor Cracker that I was an excellent secretary and might be interested.  Me, a church secretary? Don’t make me laugh.  Actually at that time I was still a “good girl” and hadn’t done much sowing of my wild oats yet.  Don’t worry.  That all changed in due time.

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Confession is good for the soul

I’ve been seeing a new guy, Skaterboi, since November 19, 2010, the day after Manwhore went up to visit his other girlfriend. I actually started talking to him on October 29, 2010. He was one of the people who responded to my ill-fated Craig’s List Halloween posting. He seemed like a nice decent guy so after talking for a few weeks I decided I’d meet him at a bar close by. We met and had a few drinks and hung out for a while. Since I was apartment sitting for the Manwhore I decided it would be suiting for me to get my revenge by inviting Skaterboi back to the apartment for cocktails. Now I knew very well that since I had a few drinks in me and was horny, lonely, pissed off at Manwhore, heartbroken, and seeking revenge, I would probably end up sleeping with the guy. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was funny, nice, a real gentleman, we had a lot in common, and he didn’t sit there and stare off into space for hours on end. He actually conversed with me.

We ended up having sex that night, several times, and he slept over. Admittedly I was nervous about this because I had told Manwhore that I wouldn’t have anyone in his apartment with the possible exception of my sister and her female friend. I really didn’t like knowing that I was breaking a promise to him, but what the hell, after all the lying and cheating and heartache he had caused me, why should I care about breaking a promise to him? It almost gave me a wicked sense of pleasure to have sex and sleep in his bed with another man. God only knows how many women had been in that bed with him while he was “dating” me. So overall it didn’t bother me enough to stop me from having the guy stay over again the next night. Muahahaha! I know, I know. You’re probably thinking that either I’m an evil wicked whore myself or that justice was served on a bed of sexual iniquity. I like to think of it as the latter.

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