Tag Archive | Clark Kent

Beware the man that dates the Preacher’s Daughter!

Beware the man who dates the Preacher’s Daughter!  For once his time is done, he is left a ruined man.  You will know him from the vacant expression on his face when someone mentions redheads or kittens.  A piece of him is changed forever.

Seriously though, I have some weird power that changes men into strange unstable creatures.  It brings out their dark side.  All we need are cheesy costumes and then my life could be a bad comic book.

P.S. Alex Ross is my favorite comic book artist.

Tom Welling: Does the man ever take a bad picture?

This posts’ for you Hook. LOL 😉

No.

Wow, just, wow.

Yummmmm.

Ooooh, la, la, glasses...I ♥ Nerds

Well, I could do without the backwards baseball cap...just saying.

Versatile Blogger Award

The Redneck Princess nominated me for the Versatile Blogger award!  She called my blog “Total awesomeness.”  Thanks girl! Right back at ya!

So here’s how it works.  I’m supposed to share 7 random facts about myself.  Here they are.

  1. I love olives.  I have a gigantic jar of them in the fridge.  (Olives help reduce nausea.)  I used to eat so many when I was a kid that my grandmother was always afraid that I would start puking all over her baby blue shag carpet.  I never did.  See they work. 😉
  2. I love pajamas, especially the matching men’s style with button down top and long bottoms.  Very comfy in the winter. 🙂
  3. I hate wearing shoes.  I would wear flip-flops all year long if possible.  Thankfully the heat and humidity here affords me to wear my flip-flops most of the time.
  4. Because I love me some flip-flops I have to keep my nails polished at all times.  I usually paint toes and fingers at least once a week and my nail polish collection is getting out of control.  This week I went with a gradient look.  From dark pink to light pink on my toes, and from light blue to dark gunmetal on my fingers.  Loving it so far.
  5. I secretly love Afroman’s music.
  6. Other than Clark Kent and Oliver McQueen, I would have a threesome with Jay & Silent Bob if that were an actual possibility, but it’s not.  I’ll get over it.  Probably.
  7. I worry about everything.  I try not to, but it’s impossible.

Next I share the award with 7 other blogs and link to the recipients.  And the winners ARE….and as the Redneck Princess said, “if you have already been chosen, I apologize, please don’t do all this work again!!”

Bible Camp

Memories sometimes randomly pop into my head for reasons yet unknown to me.  This time it was a memory of one summer that I was forced into going to “Bible Camp” by my loving parents.  I can’t remember what year or even what southern state the camp was in, but I do remember that I hated almost every minute of it.  This was not the first of these camps that I had been forced to go to, but it was definitely my last.

The only difference between that camp and the ones that I had previously attended was that I was chosen to be a “cabin mother” to about a dozen little 8 to 10-year-old girls.  I know you’re probably thinking that I would make the worst camp counselor ever.  You would be correct.  I have no motherly instincts, no love of children that aren’t related to me, no patience for children, no nurturing nature, no outgoing bubbly social butterfly type personality and the list goes on.

I always hated church camps because they made the girls wear long dresses in 100 degree heat and expected us to actually participate in the worship services.  By participate, I mean if everyone was raising their hands in praise & worship, then I was supposed to also, otherwise everyone looked at me like I was a freak.  I usually just refused completely and sat there looking at everyone else like Continue reading

Love & Sex Q&A #10

RANDOM BONUS QUESTION10

Love & SexIf, during the next month, you could have the power to hear your partner’s every thought when you made love, would you want to?  Would it upset you to have your partner hear your thoughts?

Damn I love this little book.  It makes me think.  Ouch.  Now my head hurts.

My answers:

Question 1.  NO.  I don’t want to know what he’s thinking during sex.  The only thing I should be concerned about during sex is whether I’m pleasing him, and whether he’s pleasing me.  I have enough problems understanding men.  If I knew what he was thinking during sex I would probably never want to have sex with a man again.

Question 2.  YES.  God only knows, really, only He knows, the crazy things that go through my head during sex.  Everything from “wow, look at all the pretty colors” to “this really sucks and not in a good way” to my favorite, and the one that usually escapes out my mouth, “FUCK!”  I don’t want him to know when I’m thinking of Clark Kent and Oliver McQueen having a threesome with me in a jail cell, playing sexy twister and giving each other oral pleasures.  That’s something only I should know about.  (I think I just outed myself as a full-on geek freak.)  Ummm, oops.

Yummy.