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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!
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It’s a colorful world

Hi everyone!  Well, I made it out alive & relatively dry in all the right spots.  It rained for nearly 48 hours straight.  Our front  yard turned into A River Runs Through It.  When Little Bubba came out on the porch while I was out having a cigarette, he looked at the front yard and said, “Look! A river! I wanna play in the river!”  Just in case you’re thinking I’m insane, yes, I went out for a smoke during a hurricane.  What can I say?  I’m dedicated to the things I love.

Thankfully, the store where I work didn’t flood.  We spent Tuesday afternoon getting everything off the floor because the downtown area here tends to flood.  The store itself has flooded twice.  Before we closed up on Tuesday evening, the rain was coming down so hard and fast that the back alley was already flooded and water was almost up to the bottom of the door.

Because of the storm I didn’t work Wednesday and Thursday.  So, for me, the things that were damaged most during the storm were my wallet and my sanity.  Spending two days inside the house with my sister, her two dogs, and my nephew is enough to test anyone’s sanity.

Hurricane Isaac floodingWe did have some big tree branches fall around the house, and one big one broke a section of fence in the horse pasture.  The house and all the horses are fine though.  We were lucky.  I say lucky, not blessed, because we’re dealing with Mother Nature here, not the wrath of God.  It always irks me when people say they were blessed not to have blown away during a storm or had damage to their homes.  Do they really think God has time to pick and choose whose home to destroy?  I just don’t think that’s how God works.  So many people don’t even realize what they’re saying half the time.  If we’d stop and think about things…  There I go again getting all preachy on you.  Sorry about that.

Moving on.  Some areas close by were flooded pretty bad.  I tried to keep in touch with my friend in New Orleans during the storm, but due to power outages it’s been difficult.  Hopefully I’ll get to go down there soon and visit.  It seems like every time I make plans to go, something happens and my plans come to a screeching halt.

Even though I only lived in New Orleans for less than six months and it was hardly a peaceful stay, I keep feeling like I’m homesick for it.  Ever since I left I can’t stop thinking about how strange it is that just a few years ago I hated NOLA, now I would give almost anything to be able to move back tomorrow.

The people there are so different from anywhere else I’ve lived, including New York.  Sure, New Yorkers are tough and not nearly as rude as people think, just misunderstood.  However, the people in New Orleans are a whole other breed.  They are strong, passionate, welcoming, and eccentric.  I don’t even know how to really describe them properly.  Also, I know I’m generalizing here, but that’s kind of the point.  Overall New Orleans is a beautiful place filled with amazing people.

You’re probably thinking back to my post and poll (you can still cast your vote by the way) about where I should move to once I am able to get out of Mississippi. You’re probably also thinking that it sounds like I’ve pretty much made up my mind where I’m going.  You would probably be right.  I haven’t made any official decision yet, but I have looked at rooms for rent just to get an idea of what’s out there.  I can’t afford to live in the French Quarter like I did last time, but I still want to be within walking distance.

Colorful New Orleans House

Seriously, who wouldn’t want to live in a city that has houses like this?

Another reason I haven’t officially decided yet is because I don’t know exactly when I’ll be able to move.  From our guesstimations, we have until the end of November at the very least before we have to move out of the house.

Did I mention that I’m at work today?  I am, and a boy band walked in a few minutes ago…wearing mix-matched cutesy plaid shirts and jeans, all blondes with “boy band” haircuts.  They are probably sixteen or so, and were looking for egg shakers.  One said they are recording this afternoon.  Sweet.  I can’t wait for that album cd mp3 download.

Until next time my friends.

Happy humping!

 

P.S.  I finally got a new shower head. 😉

I ain’t sayin’ she’s a gold digger…

My sister, Fallen Angel, bless her heart, has decided that men aren’t worth her time or energy unless they have something to offer her besides dinner and sex. She wants a man who can provide and take care of her and Little Bubba. I can sort of understand her thinking there, but I’ve always dated guys based on physical appearance, personality, or dick size. Monetary gain never really entered my line of thinking when it came to men. Maybe it should have. Maybe that’s why I’ve been ending up with so many losers. I feel so shallow even saying that though. It kind of gives me this weird dirty feeling, which is odd because dating guys based on cock size or physical appearance should really be what makes me feel dirty. My mind truly is a mysterious thing.

So after I moved out of the apartment & left Manwhore there to his own devices, my sister decided to give me some advice. She told me that I need to find me a rich man. It doesn’t matter if he’s old or young, as long as he’s rich. That sound like a good idea, but it’s really not very feasible or practical. Now that I’m back living in the sticks of Mississippi, there aren’t many rich men who are also tolerable enough to date, let alone be in a relationship with. So I think I’ll just stick to my plan of finding a new cub, or possibly just talking Endymion into coming to visit me here occasionally. I mentioned the idea to him today in passing, and he seemed interested in it. He’s a busy college kid though, so I don’t really expect him to drive two hours just to hang out with me for a night. It would be fun though.

I find it amusing that once I leave a city/town/state, that’s when the men come out of the woodwork and decide to tell me that I made a mistake and they wish I was still there so they could see me. Where the hell were they when I was still there? They had plenty of opportunity to go out with me before I left, but no, they wait until I’m gone to say how much they want to be with me. Men frustrate the hell out of me. They say that women are the ones who are hard to understand, but it’s actually the men who are confusing as hell. I still love them though. Damn it.

Touch me! Kiss me! Fuck me! Blah, blah, blah. Talk is cheap. Actions are what makes my panties wet.

I have no idea where that came from. Must be the allergy pills. LOL Living on the farm has it’s disadvantages, mainly the umpteen million animals that my sister owns that I’m deathly allergic to. Note to self: buy stock in Benadryl.

I still have to make one more trip to New Orleans to get the rest of my stuff. I was hoping to time it so that I could hang out with someone while I’m there, but it’s not looking too good. In the mean time I have to find a small practice amplifier for my bass guitar because I may be playing for a band. I went and practiced with them on Tuesday night. It was terrifying. I’ve never played in public outside of church. So playing in front of a group of strangers, and playing music that I’ve never played before put me way out of my comfort zone. I overcame though. They offered me a beer or four and then I was rocking it hard and had a great time. I’m really looking forward to playing with them again soon, and I hope they might even want me to play with them on a regular basis.

The thought has crossed my mind that being the only female member of a band could have its perks. I imagine there would be plenty of dirty old men and young ones too who might then see me as a “cool chick” and want to do dirty things to me. I find that oddly appealing. Until next time…

Happy humping!

P.S. I’m having to post this from my phone because we don’t have internet in these here woods. 😦 I hope it comes out ok.

It’s a blacktop blur

Yes, it’s me!  I’m back!  I know it’s been entirely too long since I posted anything, but I do have reasonably legitimate excuses.  I will go into those in a bit.  First I have to tell you that I was reminded today, by one who will not be named, that I need to keep writing even when I don’t feel like it or think I have the time.  It’s true.  Sometimes things happen in life that make us feel like we’re drowning, but that’s just all the more reason to keep our heads up and keep on swimming.  So I’m putting my floaties on and going for it.

I have to tell you first that I got a new tattoo just before going up to see my sister two weeks ago.  It’s on my left wrist.  It’s my first and middle names.  The whole time I was visiting my parents, they never even noticed.  I think that’s a sign that they are getting old and senile, but I still love them.  Just sayin’. LOL

So here are my excuses for not writing, as weak as they may be.  First of all my beautiful mother had a heart attack over a week ago.  I was already up at my sister’s helping her out with Little Bubba for a few days when we got the news.  She and I decided to head up to see Mom in the hospital the next day.  It was a long drive that should have only taken six hours, but with Little Bubba along for the ride it ended up taking almost nine hours.

The visit with Mom, Little Brother, and the Preacher was good.  Mom had to stay in the hospital an extra day so we ended up having to leave before she actually went home.  She’s back home now though and feeling a little better.  Hopefully the Preacher won’t stress her out to the point that she ends up back in the hospital.

Also during all of that, my sister, the Blonde Bombshell Fallen Angel, came up with another grand plan.  We’re going to have a Trail Ride & Crawfish Boil next month and sell tickets to make the money for the next house payment.  I thought it was a pretty good idea at first, and still do, but I also know it’s going to be a lot of work.  It’s already been a lot of work and it’s still weeks away.  We have managed to get a band booked, find someone to cook hundreds of pounds of crawfish, and people to help with running the shindig.  Overall I think it’s going very well.  Now we just need to sell about 300 tickets and it will be a huge success.

Also, my sister, my beautiful ever so smart sister, decided that we needed to have a raffle at this event so that we could make even more money.  She pondered a while about what to raffle off, then it came to her.  She decided she would raffle me off.  One night with the Preacher’s Daughter in the little cabin on the farm.  Wasn’t that sweet of her to think of me?

"What you do is...you suck the head until the eyes quiver and then stop." Fallen Angel

Let’s see…what else?  Oh.  Mountain Man and Rocketman.  Well, to put it plainly, those are about two of the flakiest guys I’ve ever met.  Mountain Man informed me that he was moving back out west, and then Rocketman told me he watched his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend have sex one night, and then Rocketman said that he was getting back together with said ex-girlfriend.  So they are history.

I haven’t really had time to do much dating lately due to being a constant road-warrior.  I finally got home on Sunday, just in time to have to drive around for an hour looking for parking due to French Quarter Fest.  Then yesterday I had to go to the emergency room because I thought I had pneumonia.  I was having chest pains, difficulty breathing, and dizzy spells, but it turned out just to be severe bronchitis.  Now I just feel like I’ve been in a fight with a very large gorilla, but I’m sure I’ll recover soon enough with the help of modern science (insert sarcastic laugh here).

Today I had to start my new “job” working as an indentured servant for Manwhore.  I’m helping to promote his new tour business.  I already did his website, brochures, and all that crap.  Now he’s talked me into being his tour pimp.  This puts me completely out of my comfort zone because I’m actually a very introverted person when it comes to strangers and large groups of people.  However, when necessary, I can push myself into doing things that I normally wouldn’t feel comfortable doing.  It’s all about will power.  I never claimed to have a lot of that, especially when it comes to men and sex, but in this case I have managed to muster up just enough.  Just enough to keep Manwhore off my back and paying me to do this for him.

By the way, Witchy Poo is no more.  She evidently annoyed him to the point that he had to cut off all communication with her.  Thank God.  Witchy Poo was just a crazy gold-digger anyway.  After she was rude to me one night and all but ignored me, I was not a fan of hers, and it seems I was not the only one.  Manwhore’s business partner didn’t like her either.

Overall I’m happier than I’ve been in years.  I am unemployed, but not really.  I have a “job” that allows me to wander around the French Quarter talking to people, stopping for a beer if I so choose (haven’t yet, but might), and I get to listen to the great musicians playing in the streets.  Today there were two really good trombone players outside of Rouse’s Market and, being a former t-bone player myself, I thoroughly enjoyed the fact that I was able to stop and listen for a few minutes worry-free.  I even had time to stop and visit with a friend who I haven’t seen in a while.

Sometimes I sink into my little shell and forget that there’s a world outside worth taking a peek at, and that’s not healthy.  I need to make myself get out more and do things that are outside my comfort zone, and by God, I’m gonna like it.  LOL

This isn't who I saw today, but I've seen these guys before. They're actually pretty good. (Note to self: Take more pictures.)

I may still be single and haven’t had sex in entirely too long, but that’s OK.  I am learning to cope.

Happy humping!

Saturday Night Random Thoughts

1.  I turned on my Pandora and  “I Like To Move It” by Reel 2 Real was the first song that played.  I get a tingly feeling when I hear that song.  It brings back one particular memory of when I was living back in Alabama.  I was 22 years old and living with my cousin, Elvis, for a few months.  Well, he isn’t actually my cousin, but we didn’t know that at the time.  That was during the pre-DNA-test time period.  During that time I found out that he was going through a sexual identity crisis.  In other words he had started having sex with men and thought he might be gay.  He later decided that he was not gay, got married, joined the marines, and had a couple of kids.  Could have fooled me, but to each his own.  I still wouldn’t be surprised if I see him on a TV talk show one day confessing that he’s been having sex with men on the “down-low.”

Anyway, while I was living there I met a friend of his who was a few years older than me.  Prior to my arrival in town, the guy, Frat Boy, was actually infatuated with Elvis’ twin sister and they had hooked up a couple of times.

One night when she was working Elvis and I had a little party at our place and Frat Boy was among the guests.  We got a little flirty that night, but nothing really happened other than us getting drunk and dancing our asses off.   The song “I Like To Move It” was one of his favorites and I’ll never forget how he would dance to it.  Imagine a preppy 90’s frat boy dropping it like it’s hot and doing the booty bounce.  Oh my, and he did have a nice booty.  I love a man with a nice ass.

Later that week, while Elvis was in his room sleeping, Frat Boy and I were hanging out watching a movie and somehow ended up having sex on the living room floor.  It’s such a nice memory.  He wasn’t perfect or particularly great at it, but I felt so naughty that I couldn’t help but enjoy it. 😉

2.  There are some very strange people in the French Quarter.

3.  Whore #8, the Troll, was back over here Wednesday and Thursday nights.  When she first came in with him I just sort of ignored them.  I wasn’t too surprised that he had her back over, but then again, not much that he does surprises me these days.  I woke up Thursday morning and he told me that she was staying here while he went to work.  He claimed he woke up too late to take her back home.

She stayed all day and then that night.  I woke up Friday morning and they were on the balcony smoking.  Just before LL came in from work, Manwhore and Troll left.  I guess he overslept again because he called her a cab to drive her the thirty-plus miles back home.  Now that’s some expensive troll-pussy.

4.  I feel so uncomfortable when I’m laying on the couch watching television, Manwhore is also there, and then LL Cool Bean walks in and joins us.  It’s like my whole body involuntarily tenses up.  Is it because I’m afraid LL will see Manwhore look at me the wrong way, or because I’m afraid I’ll slip up and he’ll find out about my past with Manwhore?  The hell if I know.  Maybe it’s all the above and then some.

5.  Since we’re talking about Manwhore already… The song “Without You” by David Guetta just came on and reminded me of something that happened earlier.  It’s more of an association once removed.  That song came on the radio when he and I were out driving around looking for an apartment back in November.  When it came on he turned it up and looked over at me and smiled his oh so charming, yet completely transparent and devious smile.  I’ll admit it made my heart skip a beat, but you have to remember, I was still in love with him at the time.  As I told you just over two weeks ago, I had a major breakthrough one night and actually turned Manwhore down for sex.

Tonight though, LL had left for work and I was laying on the couch watching a movie.  Manwhore was on his bed and was also watching the movie.  He started talking to me a little, which is more than we’ve talked all week.  I was a little surprised that he was being so chatty with me considering we had a rather nasty yet short argument Thursday night.

As I looked at the television I could see him out of the corner of my eye.  Every now and then he would get quiet and I could tell he was looking over at me.  I found myself actually enjoying the fact that his gaze kept turning towards me.  Secretly, I think I almost liked the thought of him wallowing in lust and confusion, wanting me, but knowing he can’t have me anymore.

Then it hit me.  I could easily have sex with him if I wanted to.  It wouldn’t have to be anything other than sex, just fucking, nothing more.  Even I know that’s impossible though, especially on my end.  I may not be in love with him anymore, but I do still love him.

Just the thought of having him inside me one more time made me horny though.  I’m not sure if it’s that I had a moment of weakness and actually wanted him, or the possibility of being able to get away with it, or the feeling of power that I get by knowing that I’m the one in control now.

Then reality set in.  After the parade of whores that I’ve seen come through here over the past two months, I don’t want his dick anywhere near me.  God only knows what’s crawling around in his sheets.  Thank God for moments of clarity and the temporary boosts of willpower.  Because without them, I might be in bed with him right now, instead of writing this post.

It’s late, and I’m sick, so Happy humping and goodnight!