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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!

A Double What???

I had to share this real quick.  Remember Santa?  Well, he sent me a message on Plenty of Fish yesterday asking if we were ever going to meet.  He said that he is going to a party tomorrow night and wanted to know if I would like to go with him.  My first thought was, I wonder what kind of party it is.  Turns out I was right to wonder that.

He sent me a text later saying that he wasn’t sure if he was going because it’s about a half hour away.  He also said that it’s a “double gang bang party.”  WTF?

Yeah, at that point I didn’t know what to say or how to respond so I just stopped responding all together.  I definitely don’t want to be one half of the double getting gang banged, so I’m going to leave that one alone.  I may have my wild side, but it comes to a complete and full stop at gang banging.

Happy humping!

Wait for it…

I’d like to apologize for taking so long to post this, but this past weekend was so crazy that I wasn’t even sure where to start.  I’m going to break it down into a post for Saturday and a post for Sunday because there’s just too much to fit into one post.  The craziness never seems to stop around here.


Sis, Little Bubba, and I loaded up first thing Saturday morning and drove an hour to meet our parents at Cracker Barrel.  We were meeting them there so that they could take Little Bubba home with them.  They wanted to keep him for a week which was fine with sis and I because we needed a break.  PTL!  Party time!

First we stopped at a store and did some shopping.  We both found new shirts to wear out that night, neither of which we ended up wearing.  While we were on our way to meet my sister’s friend, Cowgirl, my sister decided that she finally wanted to go get her first tattoo.  I was not keen on this idea because I was ready to start drinking and stopping for a tattoo would just take entirely too long.

We met up with Cowgirl and dropped her truck off at the bar that we were going to go to later.  We then headed to the tattoo shop.  Now, no one bothered to find out that there was a huge college football game going on that night, so parking was a bitch and so was driving around town trying to avoid hitting drunk college students who were wandering aimlessly through the streets like zombies.  We made it there though.

We went inside the tattoo shop and there were a bunch of punk-looking college age kids hanging out while one guy was lying on the table getting inked.  One of the girls came up and asked my sister if she could help us.  My sister told her what she was looking to get and the girl Continue reading

15 days until I turn 37

Today marks the 15th day before I turn 37.  As I move closer to 37 my mind wanders.  What are the things that I love and hate the most about myself?  I’m going to use these last 37 days to find out.


I love being a geek/nerd.

I hate that because I’m a geek/nerd everyone calls me with their computer problems and gives me their computers to fix.  I currently have the Preacher’s laptop to fix.  It got a bunch of trojans and viruses and other stuff on it.  This is the third time he’s had major problems with his computers.  Should I tell him that it’s probably because of the porn sites that he’s been visiting?  He would probably deny it.  I would have to explain what cookies are.  That would be a fun conversation.  “Hey, Dad, lay off the porn or I’m going to stop fixing your computers!”

Happy humping!


17 days until I turn 37

Today marks the 17th day before I turn 37.  As I move closer to 37 my mind wanders.  What are the things that I love and hate the most about myself?  I’m going to use these last 37 days to find out.


I love that I’ve been good at writing in my journals over the years because without my journals I wouldn’t be able to remember half of the shit that I’ve done and that’s happened to me.  I have been going through some of them searching for names of people and I’ve realized that I did way too many drugs or something.  My memory is awful.

I hate that I so easily forget the names and faces of many of the men that I’ve been with.  Some of them I don’t even remember having sex with at all.  Again, thank God for my journals.

Happy humping!