I can't call them panties -- skivvys maybe, underthings -- not likely -- unmentionables... not so much.
So it was time to update the undies drawer -- cause I'm being honest - most of my other ones didn't fit -- or were creepie crawly underwear that wouldn't stay put -- or had too many run in's with aunt flo. Anyways -- it was time, and now that I am passed the point in my life -- where I need fancy undies -- I have resorted to buying -- packaged underwear, yes that's right -- bag o panties from hanes or fruit of the loom -- i prefer hanes -- but yeah -- my lameness is growing by the minute.
Granted I still wear -- my pretties that fit for when I'm spending the night with dave -- but half the time he doesn't even notice that they are -- lacy or crotchless or adorable -- they just get tossed on the floor in his ability to get undress me in 2 seconds flat -- (he might have been a magician in his past life) And when I leave for work in the morning -- I'm wearing something cotton -- usually black or some solid color -- or white if I'm wearing see through pants -- but yes, they are 1 cut away from being the granny panty and I'm ok with that. Sick- sad and true since I once was such an underwear junkie.
So it was time to update the undies drawer -- cause I'm being honest - most of my other ones didn't fit -- or were creepie crawly underwear that wouldn't stay put -- or had too many run in's with aunt flo. Anyways -- it was time, and now that I am passed the point in my life -- where I need fancy undies -- I have resorted to buying -- packaged underwear, yes that's right -- bag o panties from hanes or fruit of the loom -- i prefer hanes -- but yeah -- my lameness is growing by the minute.
Granted I still wear -- my pretties that fit for when I'm spending the night with dave -- but half the time he doesn't even notice that they are -- lacy or crotchless or adorable -- they just get tossed on the floor in his ability to get undress me in 2 seconds flat -- (he might have been a magician in his past life) And when I leave for work in the morning -- I'm wearing something cotton -- usually black or some solid color -- or white if I'm wearing see through pants -- but yes, they are 1 cut away from being the granny panty and I'm ok with that. Sick- sad and true since I once was such an underwear junkie.
So I think I'm suffering from growing old -- or maybe my stomach just can't handle McDonald's like it used to.
I've cut way back on my fast food outings -- for lunch I ususaly have some crackers and or a sandwhich -- and if I'm going out for lunch or dinner -- it's usually something sorta kinda healthy -- and not dripping in fast food grease. I hadn't had french fries in awhile -- and anyways -- I had a hankoring for the usuall -- a number 1 with an extra sandwhich -- this time the sandwhich ala extra -- was a cheesburger.
I ate my big mac first -- savoring the deliciousness of the experience. Holding off on the french fries -- because let's face it the big mac is the most important part of the mcdonalds goodness equation. Then I started the cheeseburger -- and ate some fries --- drank my diet coke. viola -- all gone.
An hour after though -- I have stomach pains -- without getting to graphic--- you know me this is hard not to be graphic- - but I have the worst gas pains I've ever had ---and I feel my insides being coated with the now unfamilliar grease. PFft. some minor flatulence. still painfull -- now heart burn is setting in-- uggg. I'm in a state of uncomfortableness --- I just want to lay down and sleep it off -- but I was at work -- and training someone in to boot... -- it wasn't until 8 pm that I finally felt some relief, so -- that might be my last McDonald's trip for awhile --- I might test the waters in a couple months, but even now with almost a week since -- I am not thinking fond thoughts of my Big Mac indulgence.
I've cut way back on my fast food outings -- for lunch I ususaly have some crackers and or a sandwhich -- and if I'm going out for lunch or dinner -- it's usually something sorta kinda healthy -- and not dripping in fast food grease. I hadn't had french fries in awhile -- and anyways -- I had a hankoring for the usuall -- a number 1 with an extra sandwhich -- this time the sandwhich ala extra -- was a cheesburger.
I ate my big mac first -- savoring the deliciousness of the experience. Holding off on the french fries -- because let's face it the big mac is the most important part of the mcdonalds goodness equation. Then I started the cheeseburger -- and ate some fries --- drank my diet coke. viola -- all gone.
An hour after though -- I have stomach pains -- without getting to graphic--- you know me this is hard not to be graphic- - but I have the worst gas pains I've ever had ---and I feel my insides being coated with the now unfamilliar grease. PFft. some minor flatulence. still painfull -- now heart burn is setting in-- uggg. I'm in a state of uncomfortableness --- I just want to lay down and sleep it off -- but I was at work -- and training someone in to boot... -- it wasn't until 8 pm that I finally felt some relief, so -- that might be my last McDonald's trip for awhile --- I might test the waters in a couple months, but even now with almost a week since -- I am not thinking fond thoughts of my Big Mac indulgence.
So Dave and I have been watching Weeds while we eat our home cooked meals. I'm a little addicted -- it's wacky and zany and dark and serious and bitchy and so many other wonderful qualities -- but most of all I love the soundtrack and more in paticular the theme song...
Malvina Reynolds - Little Boxes
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
I love it so much that we have to watch intro for every episode -- and my favorite part it the ticky tacky and so I sing along during that part -- and Dave gives me this weird look -- but it's soo odd but makes me giggle.
SO the other day Dave sent me a text -- "TICKY TACKY" cause the last time we were watching it -- i was practically choking when my back up signing part was due -- and I sort of barked out the TICKY TACKY and it sounded so hoarse and horrible -- not that my singing voice is all that pretty to begin with -- but this version of "ticky tacky" was way worse than any version of my singing voice -- including if you will my rendition of Shakira's - Underneath your clothes.
Malvina Reynolds - Little Boxes
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
I love it so much that we have to watch intro for every episode -- and my favorite part it the ticky tacky and so I sing along during that part -- and Dave gives me this weird look -- but it's soo odd but makes me giggle.
SO the other day Dave sent me a text -- "TICKY TACKY" cause the last time we were watching it -- i was practically choking when my back up signing part was due -- and I sort of barked out the TICKY TACKY and it sounded so hoarse and horrible -- not that my singing voice is all that pretty to begin with -- but this version of "ticky tacky" was way worse than any version of my singing voice -- including if you will my rendition of Shakira's - Underneath your clothes.
So I've wasted the good part of my afternoon on facebook -- and I was reading one of my friends notes... basically a mini blog.
Let me back up a little bit -- we were good friends during my bible thumping years -- so circa 1996. Some of the girls I was friends with then -- wanted the first kiss of their lives to be on their wedding day -- and by 1996 -- I was way past the kissing stage - without being a full fledged "whore in the eyes of the lord" But you know -- I'd been kissed -- and in places that would freighten fish. So I never understood this -- chastity bit -- well this extreme version but alas accepted it as one of their foolish girlhood ideals -- and would gush about kissing boys and make them covet my life experiences at the teenage hormone stage -- while they held onto their bibles in the self righteous way that uber catholics do. I eventually let go of the bible -- put on a shelf as an excellent story book.
I've somehow side stepped... sorry (randomness is part of my stylistic preference.) So we'll call this friend Agatha --a good virginal name don't you think? Anyways Agatha -- is 26, lives in the metro area -- and has never kissed a guy. She's smart and funny - and normal looking - she is no longer waiting for marriage for her first kiss - but now she is being so selective about it -- it's a little ridiculous. I mean -- she's never had a relationship - experienced kissing - let along physical intimacy -- or just pure sexual gratification. What about the saying you have to kiss a lot of frogs?
I think in this delay she has missed out on a big part of life -- I pity her -- and yet -- she claims that God will choose for her the time it right to kiss a guy. And that God's love is more important than a fleeting moment kissing someone. Barf. I'm sorry- get on with it already. You can't understand love until you have a couple of heartaches - a couple of bad kissers sticking their tongues up your nose or being over active in the salvia department- or acheive at minimum an orgasm. Purity taken to this level is just bullshit on top of bullshit - on top of the sacred cowshit.
I don't know what's worse -- that she is living like this -- all naive - or that she is praised for it by others - I can understand people with religous convictions that withold from sex -- but kissing -- gimme a break.
Let me back up a little bit -- we were good friends during my bible thumping years -- so circa 1996. Some of the girls I was friends with then -- wanted the first kiss of their lives to be on their wedding day -- and by 1996 -- I was way past the kissing stage - without being a full fledged "whore in the eyes of the lord" But you know -- I'd been kissed -- and in places that would freighten fish. So I never understood this -- chastity bit -- well this extreme version but alas accepted it as one of their foolish girlhood ideals -- and would gush about kissing boys and make them covet my life experiences at the teenage hormone stage -- while they held onto their bibles in the self righteous way that uber catholics do. I eventually let go of the bible -- put on a shelf as an excellent story book.
I've somehow side stepped... sorry (randomness is part of my stylistic preference.) So we'll call this friend Agatha --a good virginal name don't you think? Anyways Agatha -- is 26, lives in the metro area -- and has never kissed a guy. She's smart and funny - and normal looking - she is no longer waiting for marriage for her first kiss - but now she is being so selective about it -- it's a little ridiculous. I mean -- she's never had a relationship - experienced kissing - let along physical intimacy -- or just pure sexual gratification. What about the saying you have to kiss a lot of frogs?
I think in this delay she has missed out on a big part of life -- I pity her -- and yet -- she claims that God will choose for her the time it right to kiss a guy. And that God's love is more important than a fleeting moment kissing someone. Barf. I'm sorry- get on with it already. You can't understand love until you have a couple of heartaches - a couple of bad kissers sticking their tongues up your nose or being over active in the salvia department- or acheive at minimum an orgasm. Purity taken to this level is just bullshit on top of bullshit - on top of the sacred cowshit.
I don't know what's worse -- that she is living like this -- all naive - or that she is praised for it by others - I can understand people with religous convictions that withold from sex -- but kissing -- gimme a break.
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