HEY PEOPLE

OK its been a serious minute since I have blogged anything.
Sorry but I am getting married in 52 days so cut me some slack.

I was going to make my dress but I decided to buy on the spur of the moment last night. It is the HOTNESS
I am going to post a pic up here as soon as I cut it down.

But that is what I get for going with the bridesmaids to the shop to get their dresses. They all talked me into getting a dress. but we look Fierce together.

Well later people

PS
the long sex weekend a while back went Freak Nasty Great. More sex than you can shake a stick at. Updates later

THE INCOMPATIBLE

Don't get me wrong I love Charles like no man I have ever known. But the problem is he is an exhibitionist and I an so not at all. I am a behind closed doors kind of gal. I am a little freak behind those closed doors but I believe in the door. Not that I mean in the bedroom, just in the damn house. or a very secluded place out doors. but not in from of total strangers. What the hell right. AND I hate the fact that it feels like we are bringing people into our sex lives.

Now the true problem.
We have some friends who are well a little voyeuristic right so he gets a kick over tacking me engaging in sexual activities where he knows these people can either hear or might walk in. So that really does give the impression to these folks that we are inviting them into out sex lives. they are in a poly amorous relationship and group sex is no new thing to them. It is to me and I am going to keep it that way so long as I live.

I am having the worse time trying to explain these things to him in a way that will not sound like "hey I hate your kink"

I have some serious ones and he didn't balk at the custom cuffs I had made or the floggers or the fun getaway learning retreats we took through a great organization here in our area. I just can't get over it. It is killing me I always thought I was the classic GGG girlfriend (that's good giving and game for those of you who don't read The Love).

OK so I have decided to meditate on this. And I came to the conclusion that I needed the freak credits so I better put in the time.

We are going away next weekend to a convention and I decided that if he needs to be public at times what better time then with a bunch of people who I don't know and only see like once a year,  and some of them are freakier than us so I am going to just let him go as far as he needs to. Short of dropping out a tit on the promenade. So I am getting out the thigh high leather boots and my best GGG attitude and making the weekend all about him and his myriad of kink. So watch out People of the windy city.

Later people I will let you all know how it pans out. Did I mention we are sharing a suite with these same voyeuristic people hehe!.!.!.!.

-Kay

The terror of it all

They have moved into my home. little people non of whom belong to me. they are over taking my life. and I have to hide my porn and adult "novelties" read vibrators, cock rings, and other accoutrements> Well it is only 2 weeks and I get all the Auntie duties out in one foul swoop.

Later

Short Weekend

Short weekend Big Surprise. My brother came hole this weekend from Iraq. I am from a huge military family and if I hadn't had a scholarship to college I would probably be one of the few prow and brave myself. I want to take this time to say Thank you to the Universe in all her benevolent spirits who brought my brother home to me. He may be a just one speck but he means the world to me and mine.

"Gratitude to the cosmos
swirling masses of dancers

dancer atoms
dancer gasses
dancer people
dancer animal people
dancer rocks
dancer of endless possibility
dancing emptiness
dancing reaches
& dancing arcs of outer space
dancing of all things that have ever been
and will ever be

Gratitude to the cosmos
And blessings."

Blessed be.

I do declare

Well all preparations are set and the weekend picked out. Last weekend did not work for logistic reasons of scheduling. Let the debauchery begin; in one week 4 days and counting.

-Kay

Rekindling the magic.

 

So that was a confusing two weeks or so. So now I am here. My cold feet are gone and I am still loving the man I came with. I think I want to plan us a weekend getaway with all the trimmings. Hotel, hot tub, room service, and all the freaky sex that can be fit into 2 days without too much injury. So Far I have the toy box packed, 3 bottles of our favorite wines, picnic basket ready to be packed. Now all I need do is go shopping for something nice tight crotchless with loads of cleavage. Not a problem.

 

Will report back on the progress of said weekend. I am just sorry that it can't happen this weekend. That would have been great. But what can you say.

 

-Kay

Things look clearer In the morning

Morning has come and I didn't pass on from a guilty conscience. A decision has been made and the Sam problem has been solved. Thanks to my best friend, Thanks for the advice girl. So I have a plan and it is in action as we speak. There is nothing wrong with a little harmless flirtation and I know this. I also know that there are parts of me that need indulging from time to time. With the stresses of life at the moment Charles and I are not sinking up on some Key points. I think Sam filled in the gap for the evening. So I am going to go with shit happens and get on with my life.

-Kay

Confusion

I am so Confused and I have nothing to tell myself to make it all better.

I made a mistake, that doesn't feel like a mistake. I was tooling around online last night, I am an insomniac, and I started to chat with this random guy. No biggie Charles knows that I am a normal person and I talk to other people. Well I ended up in a voice chat with this guy Sam he was so comforting and I don't know It was all so innocent at first. We grew up in adjacent areas and were talking about how much things have changed and where we think the city is headed. Some how things moved into a more adult area, about some clubs that used to exist and experiences there in. So needless to say I ended up have some great cyber with this guy. Which to date the last time that kind of thing happened it was with this hot guy from overseas when I was like 18. So I am freaked. Charles is not a super jealous guy but we do have a ask for approval policy which neither of us has ever violated to my knowledge.

He is my problem, I love Charles and I would never do anything to hurt him intentionally I want to know where this Sam thing came from. How do I get around the analyzing it to see what the hell is on the other side? How do I look through the emo without jumping ship and moving on. Which I do not want to do. I just love attentions from men: Not sexual directly, but sexually fueled.  

Oh Gods things are all messed up. I am now sitting at work thinking about last night and DAMN it was so hot. Not that Charles is not the shit in bed but damn that man is good. I am a very shy person with new people even people I chat with online. But I found myself opening to this complete stranger and I liked the feel of slight vulnerability with the safety of being home and not being pressured to go meet this guy even though we live less than 40 miles from each other.

SHIT. OK nothing more now. I am going to go out for a walk and see what I can come up with.

 

 

 

 

Good morning Folks Just a little thought

Everything is coming up crappy at the moment. But life is good. I am in the process of moving Charles into my place, it is much bigger than his little place. So I have to make some closet space. I am not getting rid of things I used to think were so important as to take up 4 double wide closets in the house. Clothes and shoes. But it is hard they are like old friends reminders of times past and future possibilities. It is weird though it seams the more crap I clean out the better I feel. I seam to be getting along with the world a little better recently. I was hospitalized a few weeks ago, hence the pause. And I have learned a few very important things about my relationship. I love this crazy stupid man. I may want to sleep with others but this is the person that I want to come home to at the end of the day. Now if he only had a nice Irish accent things would be great. J/K I love him the way he is.

Long overdue - Day One

These are the shoes I wore yesterday. They are one of my favorite pairs. I wore them a while back with some Rose patterned stockings that I couldn't find for this day but you will see them eventually.

New Revelation

OK here is the thing. I just did my spring shoe breakout and I think I may have a problem. I have 56 pairs of summer shoes. I may be a shoeaholic . SO I thought I would share my sickness with people who might enjoy it. So I have decided that I will post one pick each day (about) of a different pair of shoes. I just have to set up a way to do so. So everyone who knows someone who loves shoes/feeties let them all know. It shall be the sorta daily Kay Shoe Review. Starting next Monday at the latest. Check back for updates.

Long live the shoes.
-Kay

LIFE SUCKS

There is no getting around it
just a pure dumb-ass

Oh well

and yeah I am not dying.

after hundreds in fucking medical costs I am not even going to have a surgery,

FUCK
It would be nice to be home from work for a week or two on sick leave. I bet they are rethinking that home "Unlimited" sick leave policy of theirs.

Oh well here I am poor and a month behind on my bills because of it. but I guess that is my problem. I should have just went to my very good friend M and gotten some pain killers and just waited it out. which is what I paid all this damn money to do. I got a work excuse and that was all.

Man the american medical system sucks big fat hairy sweaty monkey balls.

They run 2 grand worth of tests and all they can tell you is UM it went away so we are not worried that we didn't find anything wrong with you. they could have said your 7th chakra was out of alignment and the great circle of tirnine granted you cleansing.

But that is just me running off at the fingertips.

Night night all

SICK

Not dying yet but wish I was. There is nothing worse than being sick when
u have things to do. Things u actually want to do. Nuts, now I am stuck. not
dead but feeling as though that where not such a bad state.
I do however get to try out Charles' new pocket pc thingie. Tiz cool
to surf from bed. guess it is all bad.

Though the touch screen typing thing is kinda hard.

Oh well, I guess I have to deal. I will check in later.
KAY

PS
Jan - can u call me monday. thanks

Black Women in Fantasy Art

NONEXISTENT

That is what black women in fantasy art are. We are unseen. I am tired of it. If I want to have fantasy art in my house there are plenty of nice things out there. But to be realistic I do not want to walk around my house looking at half dressed white women all damn day. I purchase a lot of art. and a good portion of it depicts women like myself. Black strong and proud. But I can't get fantasy art which shows the same.

A few years ago at a science fiction convention called VisionConn in Middle of nowhere Missouri I say some small pieces by an artist I didn't know. i thought that it was the start of something. It was not. And I can not remember the name of that artist so that I could pay his extortionist's fees just to have some black sci-fi/fantasy art in my collection. To be perfectly honest I am from a very multiracial family and background so I do have a lot of all types of art but this particular subgroup is lacking and I am starting to get very disheartened to the fact that I can't even seam to find any on the web. I mean besides a few statues that cost a fortune. If anyone out there knows of any please let me know.

Yeah Audio

Potter TRAPPED

I am trapped.

Held hostage by the choices of my life.

I want to be a potter. To create great things out of ceramics and porcelain. But I am stuck in a dead end job behind a computer that is giving me Repetitive Stress Disorder so that I will not even be able to enjoy pottery when I retire. I will be crippled from the use of crappy non-ergonomic keyboards and mouse for mu professional career.

 

DAMN

I GOT TO GET OUT

Just a little truth for the ladies I located out there

Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It...

In the wide world of dating, there are many options. Do you go for the flashy guy with the smooth smile, or the dude in the corner typing away on his laptop? The following are reasons why I think my fellow females should pay more attention to the quiet geeks and nerds, and less attention to the flashy boys.

1.) While geeks and nerds may be awkward, they’re well-meaning 9 out of 10 times. That smooth dude with the sly grin and the spider hands? Wonder what HIS intentions are... plus, I’ve never had a geek guy not call me when he said he would. Score major points THERE.

2.) They’re useful. In this tech-savvy world, it’s great to have a b/f who can make your laptop, desktop, and just about anything else that plugs into a wall behave itself.

3.) They’re more romantic than they’re given credit for. Ok true, their idea of romance might be to make up a spiffy web-page with all the reasons why they love you, with links to pics of you and sonnets and such... but hey. It lasts longer than flowers, plus you can show your friends.

4.) Due to their neglected status, there are plenty to choose from. You like ‘em tall and slender? There are plenty of geeks/nerds who are. You like ‘em smaller with more meat on their bones? Got that too.

5.) They’ve got brains. Come on now, how can intelligence be a bad thing?

6.) Most are quite good at remembering dates. Like birthdates and such, especially if they know it’ll make you happy. Due again to their neglected status, they’re more attentive than guys who “have more options”. Plus, with all that down time without a steady girlfriend, they’ll likely have mental lists of all the things they’d love to do once they GOT a girlfriend.

7.) Sex. Yep. Sex. I’m not really familiar with this myself, but I’ve friends who’ve been intimate with geek guys and it’s raves all around. They say a virgin wrote the Kama Sutra... all that time thinking about sex, imagining sex, dreaming about sex, (they are male after all) coupled with a desire to make you happy? Use your imagination.

8.) They’re relatively low-maintenance. Most can be fueled on pizza, Twinkies and Mt Dew. No complicated dinners needed here, so if you’re not the best cook, eh. Can you order a pizza?

9.) Most frequent bars as often as slugs frequent salt mines. You won’t have to worry much about your geek guy getting his “groove” on with club hotties because, frankly, he’ll be too busy rooting around under his computer wondering where that spare cable went. You won’t have to worry about him flirting with other women because, 9 out of 10 times, he’ll zip right by them in a perfect b-line towards the nearest electronics store. I’ve seen this happen.
Me: “Eww. Victoria Secret’s Models... They’re so skinny. How is that feminine? You can see her ribs!”
Geek Guy: “ooooooo...”
Me: “Hey!” *notices he is staring lustfully towards the computer store*
Geek Guy: “What?”
Me: “Never mind...”

10.) Although he may not want to go to every outing with you, you can arrange swaps, as in, you’ll go to his Gamer Con dressed as an elf princess if he’ll take you to the ballet. Plus, if he doesn’t want to go someplace with you, you won’t have to worry much about what he’s up to. You’ll probably come home to find him asleep on his keyboard in a sea of Mt. Dew cans with code blinking from the screen. It’s ok. He’s used to this. Just toss a blanket over him and turn out the light.

11.) His friends aren’t jerks. I can’t stress this enough. You’ll more likely get “Omg! A GIRL!! Can I see?!” than “Hey hot stuff back that ass up here and let me get some grub on...” They’re awkward geeks too and will, 9 times out of 10, treat you with the utmost respect and, more than likely, a note of awe. A cute girl picked one of their clan to date? It could happen to them! Hope! Drag some of your single girlfriends over, open up a pack of Mt. Dew, crack open the DnD set and get working. Nothing impresses geek guys more than a girl who can hack-n-slash (well ok maybe if she can code... a geek can dream).

12.) They’re rarely if ever possessive. They trust you, so you can be yourself around them. You like to walk around the house in a ratty t-shirt for comfort? He won’t care. He does too! They won’t get pissy if you don’t wear make-up or don’t want to bother primping your hair. If you gain a few pounds, they won’t try their best to make you feel like crap.

13.) They’re usually very well educated. Physics majors and the like. See #5. You won’t have to listen to him blathering on about his car (ok maybe a little), he’ll have loads of other interesting things to talk about. Politics, world events, how much the chicken burgers down at the local place rock, so long as you douse them in hot sauce...

14.) You’ll almost never have to hear, “Yaw dawg whazzap!!” plop out of their mouths. Unless it’s in jest. They spell properly, use correct punctuation, and are able to tell the difference between the toilet and the floor. They almost never get “wasted”, so you won’t have to worry about coming home to find him and his friends passed out on the floor amidst a pile of beer bottles. Mt. Dew cans, perhaps...

15.) And the final reason why geeks and nerds make great boyfriends: They actually give a damn about you. Not how you look (though that’s a plus), not how skinny you are, not how much make-up you primp yourself up with, but they like you for you. That kind of thing lasts longer than “DaMN baby you got a fine ass!!!” Believe me.

CHANGE not always bad

OK huge Life changes to be dealt with. I now have a child. OK not mine just attached to my life. My Charles has a daughter, Anne, who he now has full custody of. OK so now I am weekday mom. Until they get visitation thing settled I am mom for now. OK so I am trying to teach the child things that to me she should have learned a hell of a long time ago. Frustrating as hell but necessary if she is to function as an adult.

 

BUT the great thing is I haves me a little girl to have fun with. SO SHOPPING TIME has in sued. I have got all kinds of stuff. Now I know a lot of kids are not into some stuff but I went and got sewing stuff. Knitting stuff, cross-stitch, even some appliqué stuff. The only thing she likes is things that glitter. This is the Bling-Blinginest little white girl I have ever met. Not at all a bad thing. I pretty much went with things I likes that that I liked at that age and it is a hole lot of fun to be planning a trip back to childhood. You know just the planning of all this has done wonders for my attitude. I am a pissy depressed person who doesn't like upset, but you know what this has gone extremely well. Though it has made some serious concerns surface.

 

What do parents do with their "Adult toys"…. Especially when they look like everyday items. IE exercise balls. I didn't know that kids loved the damn things so much. And I am like HOLY SHIT… Gotta hide everything. But I guess the everyday crap is not that much of a problem. I am just dreading her getting old enough to be curious about the locked things but that is a blog for another day.

 

Right now I am having a ball. We are going to learn to cross-stitch this weekend.

 

Ya handy craft.

 

-Kay

Invisible Neighbor

Today there is a problem. We can all see the problems. We all overlook them and move on in your days expecting someone else to deal with the problem. SEP blindness. Someone Else's Problem. That is part of the problem. There was a time that children didn't disappear off the streets in droves, and no one has seen a thing. Evil doers used to be afraid to come into a neighborhood for fear that they would be seen as an outsider, someone who dose not belong. Now however most of us don't even know our neighbor. Hell I couldn't recognize my next-door neighbor if I say them at the grocer.  

 

It is a spreading difficulty. When I was a child we had "Block Parties" and Community center pools and recreation centers. Now they build these huge ass neighborhoods without even a pool for the kids or a playground.

 

Well we all need to go out and meet our neighbors this weekend. I am going to bake a cake for the new people and see if we can't get to know some new people.

 

-Kay

THE BALL!!!

OK at a store they are called "Stability/Exercise Ball" or some such thing. Now these are not expensive. Also on the market is the "Love Ball". Expensive as and the only added bonus is a position chart.

SOOO

I thought to myself that all I need do is purchase the largest workout ball I could find and PRESTO. Good times to be had by all.

 

Now let me just tell you that this is the best $10 I have spent for like a shit load of a time. So I went back and got a spare.

 

You can do some things on these balls that are FANTASTIC

 

OK Like

 

the ball is 75cm

it compresses as you support your weight on it.

Charles is very tall so if I sit on it he can kneel or balance for  a higher angle.

I can straddle him for SERIOUS clitoral stimulation.

 

I am still working out the particulars.

 

ALL ladies out there need to go to their local wal-mart, "five or less", or whatever you have that you can get one. Spend the cash and experiment, have a screaming good time.

 

Now Charles and I have great sex on average. but this was that creaming back scaring disturbing the peace banging, haven't seen you in forever fucking.

 

Oh My GOD yes it was spectacular.

 

 

This is going to be something that I am going to enjoy exploring for it's funness. AND I want to attempt using multiple balls in different sizes.

 

Oh yeah entertainment for WEEKS.

 

Gotta go get some coffee. Y'all know I am not sleeping much.

 

-Later

 

 

 

WOOT OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.woot.com/default.aspx

 

Go get your Woot ON!!!

Ladies and gentalman this is the man we should all be looking for

Find a guy who

calls you beautiful instead of hot,

calls you back when you hang up on him,

will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

kisses your forehead,

wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats,

holds your hand in front of his friends,

is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.

turns to his friends and says, "...that's her/him.", with a smile.

 

 

 

 

Now if we would all track down this man and clone him...

Just kidding. I got this in an email from a good friend and it made me realise how good I have it with Charles. I love him and he is damn near worthy of that love. If I could just get him to stop snoring. lol just kidding love you are perfect.

 

Can you raed tihs? Olny 54 % of the plepoe can.

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd wa ht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs forwrad it.

The Hell of Death is that we have to live through it

I come from a close knit large family. I grew up with my cousins. I have 4 close female first cousins. I do have more than that, about... crap I can't remember them all, but we 5 grew up together. All being roughly the same age. I just found out that the next to the oldest Helen. Is going to die in 3 months with luck. Next week if the universe truly hates us all. So FUCK.

 

Why the hell is life such a cock up. My cousin 29 on Monday, two small girls, good career with a future, nice home, on her way to comfortable contentment after years of turmoiled crap. Not to fucking mention that her grandmother (My great Aunt) just had a double mastectomy for advanced breast cancer. AND Her grand father (My great uncle) is going in to the surgeon in three weeks to remove a tumor, which we do not know the state of right now.

 

WTF is this.

Why the hell is all this crumbling down on us in mmmm the span of 2 months. FUCKING ICING. Helen gets to find out a week EXACTLY before what may be her last birthday.

 

Needless to say we all are just fucked. I found out yesterday (Wednesday) after two days of Helen and her mom trying to figure out how to tell people.  I don't know how the fuck you mull this shit. Vicki (Helen's mom) She has the real honest fear that she may be alone, mother and father and child DEAD. Taking care of her grand children, their dad left them a when the youngest was still in the womb. So there is crying and sadness and attempts to feel better through distraction.

 

So I went over there yesterday and I am still here just not sleeping waiting. cooking. sitting. talking about anything else.

 

So no plan, no way to go, no way out.

 

Where do you turn  with this kind of thing.

 

-Kay

Little Word

An unemployed man is desperate to support his family of a wife and three
kids.
He applies for a janitor's job at a large firm and easily passes an
aptitude test.

The human resources manager tells him, "You will be hired at minimum wage
of $5.35 an hour. Let me have your e-mail address so that we
can get you in the loop. Our system will automatically e-mail you all the
forms and advise you when to start and where to report on your first day."

Taken back, the man protests that he is poor and has neither a computer nor

an e-mail address.

To this the manager replies, "You must understand that to a company like
ours that means that you virtually do not exist. Without an
e-mail address you can hardly expect to be employed by a high-tech firm.
Good day."

Stunned, the man leaves not knowing where to turn and having $10 in his
wallet, he walks past a farmers' market and sees a stand selling 25 lb.
crates of beautiful red tomatoes. He buys a crate, carries it to a busy
corner and displays the tomatoes. In less than 2 hours he sells all the
tomatoes and makes 100% profit. Repeating the process several times more
that day, he ends up with almost $100 and arrives home that night with
several bags of groceries for his family.

During the night he decides to repeat the tomato business the next day. By
the end of the week he is getting up early every day and working into the
night. He multiplies his profits quickly.

Early in the second week he acquires a cart to transport several boxes of
tomatoes at a time, but before a month is up he sells the cart to buy a
broken-down pickup truck.

At the end of a year he owns three old trucks. His two sons have left their
neighborhood gangs to help him with the tomato business, his wife is buying
the tomatoes, and his daughter is taking night courses at the community
college so she can keep books for him.

By the end of the second year he has a dozen very nice used trucks and
employs fifteen previously unemployed people, all selling tomatoes. He
continues to work hard.

Time passes and at the end of the fifth year he owns a fleet of nice trucks
and a warehouse that his wife supervises, plus two tomato farms that the
boys manage. The tomato company's payroll has put hundreds of homeless and
jobless people to work. His daughter reports that the business grossed over
one million dollars.

Planning for the future, he decides to buy some life insurance.

Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance plan to fit his
new circumstances. Then the adviser asks him for his e-mail
address in order to send the final documents electronically.

When the man replies that he doesn't have time to mess with a computer and
has no e-mail address, the insurance man is stunned,
"What, you don't have e-mail? No computer? No Internet? Just think where
you would be today if you'd had all of those five years ago!"

"Ha!" snorts the man. "If I'd had e-mail five years ago I would be sweeping
floors at Microsoft and making $5.35 an hour."

Which brings us to the moral of the story:

Since you got this story by internet, you're probably closer to being a
janitor than a millionaire.

Sadly, I received it also.

The Truth

Saved and Single
                             - Author Unknown

                What makes you think that just because I am
                 an Attractive woman of Godly intelligence
                    That I'm incomplete without a mate?
                               Who told you
                                   that
                               Without a man
                            Something's missing
                               From my life?
                                And if so,
                            What would that be?

                                   Love?
                               I love myself
                           And more importantly
                              I love the Lord
                  He told me that when I delight in Him,
                  He will give me the desires of my heart
                                 Security?
        I have everything I need according to His riches in glory.

                                 Intimacy?
                 Now, how's a man going to get to know me
              When he doesn't even know who he is in the Lord
              See my Father told me I'm above a ruby's worth
                          And a gem does not seek
                               It is sought

                  I'm single and that's all right with me

                                   See,
                   it's not that I oppose relationships
                     It's that I detest co-dependency
                                As a woman
                         I know it is not my role
                          To chase after any man

                                Esther 2:14
reads That I am to wait on my king and when he's delighted in me. He will
                            call me by my name.

         My Lord does not intend for me to be needy or desperate.
           I am to be Cherished, Relished, Valued, and Honored,
                      It's not my job to convince him
                          Or Convict him of that,
                       My mate will already know it
                         And consistently show it
                    And he will stay on his knees daily
                           Not just to adore me
                        But to praise the Lord for
                      The virtuous woman he has found
                       So, when you see me by myself
                               I'm not alone
                      I know what I have coming to me

       I'm single and saved, and right now that's all I need to be!
        Please forward this to all the women in your contacts list!
              Whether married or single it applies to us all!

Unbelievable SEX from a TEA

Yes people I said TEA as in hot water and a bag of herbs. Oh man. Well let’s begin at the beginning. A few weeks ago O got a bad cold. I usually get tea from this really nice Oriental store. OK so I went and to my tea but they has this sexual enhancement tea "for women". I got a box of that too. I was thinking that I may need a boost over the Valentines Day holiday if this cold was going to linger on and make me feel crappy the hole time. OK so I bought it and forgot all about it. My mom thought it was something to try out. So I put some in a zippy bag for her. I then put some of the get well tea in a bag for me to take to work. I grabbed my tea and left out for work. So I am at work drinking this tea. By the end of the day I am UNSPEAKABLY HORNY. My mind, being a rational person, is thinking man maybe the fact that I had some really good sex the night before just geared everything up to want more. So off to C's place I went for an evening of sweaty screaming hot fucking sex. I mean I wasn’t through the door ten minutes when I pounced upon his innocent sleeping body. Whipped off the blankets and feasted upon his prone form. I tell you it was great soft sensual, fast and furious, hard grinding sex; the best kind. And after an hour or so I drift off into my "After a hard evening of sex" coma.

I awaken the next morning refreshed and feeling pretty damn good except for some serious congestion. But happily I go to work. And again I am on the tea. And again I am off to C’s place that evening. Well needless to say I gave C my cold and he was feeling bad and not in the mood so we just shared the evening, dinner, and a little couples massage (which I secretly hoped would spark a little something, but it didn’t). My being a good worrying girlfriend I took care of him and took him to bed early so he would be able to go to work. So Wednesday comes along and I have run out of tea at work so I have to take to box with me because I didn’t’ have time to repack my little zippy. I get to C’s place and open up the bag to make him some tea to make him feel better.

And that is when it dawns on me. The little individually wrapped teabags look nothing like what I had been drinking all week. I was so surprised that I told C before it dawned on me that I was talking. He laughed so hard I thought he was going to make me hurt him a bit.

Well he has convinced me to post this oddly fortunate event.

What follows will be a picture of the box so that if you or anyone you know may need a little sexual pick-me-up. I am also planning to um sneak the “for men” version into Charles so that I can see if it works also.

More on that later

Yesterday I went back to the market and bought 2 more boxes just in case the stop carrying that brand.

HA - one can’t be too careful

-Kay
Overly satisfied customer

Picture to come soon, as soon as I fugure out what is up with my digital camera.

Little Joke

A Brazilian

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing.
He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed."
"OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"
The president drops his head to the table and clutches it with his hands.
His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching the
President.
Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"

Losing

I do not wish to lose him. But it is taking him from me. I see the love in his eyes draining away as my happiness leaves me. I take to the bed in hopes of better tomorrow. He dose not understand it is not about him. No sun, hate my job, long commutes in grey dark mornings and dark slow nights. It is all too damn much for me at times and he can't handle it. I understand his inability. No one is really able to deal with depression of the one they love. He wants to make it all better, kiss the booboo and make it go away. Not really feasible at times but he is very good at cheering me up if it is not too bad. I wish I had something to tell him besides "I'm fine".

 

Winter blows, pills don't work, what the hell is a person to do.

HATE IT

Sitting in work,
Tired,
Want to quit my job,
hate getting out of my warm bed,
No solution.

Money drives this world,
Must work for money,
Can't stand to be any more poor than a already am.

So I am stuck in this hell.

At least until I win the lottery.

FUCK

OK if I have to hear one more over pledged white boy uttering "it's just the MAN bringing us down" I am going to snap. Just because you take your trust fund into Best Buy and buy and listen to rap music diving in your overly expensive sedan with heated seats and a CD player. NONE of you up bringing has anything to do with being kept down. You pompous over mussed, opinionated on topics you couldn't possibly know jack shit about, Fuck widget.

 

Now that that is out let me just say that I hate this job just as much as the last one and the new job hunt begins.

 

-Kay - living in a den of jack-assidy so deep that I am drowning

 

 

I HATE THE WEB CENSOR AT MY JOB

 

For fracks' sake people. Is it so bad to want to read order of the stick from work on your own damn lunch half hour (no longer an hour just a half that is on your time not paid. Cheap industrialist bastards). I think that on time I am not getting paid for I should be able to read what ever the fuck I want. They have so much she blocked over the web that it is worse than being in prison. Hell they even have the page to my gym blocked and all it has is address, driving directions, and the frackin calendar for the month. So I have to drive all the way across town to get the monthly calendar. FUCK. What do they think that grown, educated people can't be trusted not to sit all day and read the funny comics. Well they can't say that it is all comics as far as I can tell it is just web comics. All they crap you read in the paper can be accessed just fine. Frack it all to hell. Oh well. Nothing I can do but move jobs again. I like doing that. I am on my second of this year with a pay raise for each. time to go again.

 

Time to be outie

-Kay

Holidays and Good Men the Best Combination

OK so the holidays are supposed to be a time of fun and frolic and whatnot right. Well think again monkey boy. The only people resting this or any holiday are those happy go lucky Children too young to peal a potato and men to fracked in the head to help out. Or those few helpless in the kitchen women who just are not having it. For the rest of us it is hell. Baking nightly Balancing menus with allergies and what who’s spoiled ass kid refuses to eat and all that garbage. AND on top of all that we are expected to come to bed after all this and be romantic….. Well you know what this is the first time in years that I have looked forward to bed “not alone” during the holidays. And that is greatly C’s fault. You see we went to my companies Christmas party over the weekend a nice little formal gig at a lovely hotel. Then out for some real merriment with some coworkers. Well I caught a little stomach bug and spent most of the next day in bed and the potty. C was great, after his little talk about waking people up when I am sick and not just saying I’m fine go back to sleep, taking over the cooking and cleaning and talking to people when they call.

So here’s the good part. I am up in the evening feeling better but not on top of my game for any merry making, but frisky none the less. So here I don’t want to start anything because I didn’t want to disappoint him by bailing out on him half way through. So I tell him this and he is like Get over here and proceeds to sex up my body all nice and lazy fashion. I tell you what there is nothing like not having to drive. Lovely time topped off with some nice RPG chat about the new stuff we are going to be getting into. He also GM’s a game for me and my friends. Quite the nice set up I’ve got.

Later
-Kay

In a perfect world

I would make my extremely comfortable living as a phone sex operator and put this voice to good use.....

Crazy thought brought on by crazy occurrence when I get a call back for some crap I am doing here at work "this happens quite a bit". This guy on the other even is like “is this Kay” and I'm like “yes hello” and he goes all """well hello""". What the FUCK is that about. Just because I am calling you at your place of business and you are a government official dose not mean that I am here to jump your monkey for your scheduled nooner.

Well thats it

Difficulties of Urban sprawl

 

Victims of Progress

 

Good buy to a great large chunk of my childhood. My wonderful childhood. Cherry Hill Farm in Maryland, USA is closing forever and some money hungry pathetic housing developer is going to build over priced houses and town homes. I will be taking the hella far trip back to that part of the country to visit it. One of my first memories is of that farm. Sitting is a corduroy jumper little and cute as all hell eating dirty strawberries warm and strait off the bush, with my mom and grandma.

 

Most of my childhood spring through fall memories are in this place. Fruits and vegetables, Cider , home made ice-cream and the worlds best home made fresh hot donuts. The donuts and ice-cream were the best; Strawberry or raspberry in the summer and pumpkin in the fall. Oh, it just brings a tear to me. 4 generations of us women have gone there to pick the goods that nourished our family. There is just my mom and I left now and we missed the entire spring and summer picking seasons. The announcement was made last week that they are selling. Mostly because the grandchildren don't want to take it over and the old man is tired and ready to retire. Him and his wife, god rest, were always there. The old man has to be old, he was old and his children all grown up when I was a child. Sticky face and fingers nicking candies in the farm store.

 

It is as though a part of me is dieing again, you see my grandma died about 5 years back and I haven't been able to force myself back up there. It was always our place; she my mom and I would go up there for a long day and pick things and have the next to sit in a warm glowing kitchen where life was good and loving and wonderful. Even when I was young and not good for too much in the kitchen grandma always made sure I was learning and able to try things and do even if I was sure to mess it up terribly. It was her opinion that there was only one way to learn to can and make jelly and all the other things that one must know, in her opinion, to run an efficient family and kitchen. You see we have a matriarchal family, we women run it we women provide for it. Not that we do not love our men it is just that for a long time where my family come from black men died young and the women are left to take care of things. I only had one grandfather when I was born, and he was very old and married in later as one of my grans second husband, but I had 3 Grandmas larger than life strong as the hand of a goddess and powerful as a moving storm.

 

That farm has the memories of all of them, for I have lost all 4 throughout my days, and one day I shall lose my mother too. I was not prepared at this time to lose the links that I had to their memories.

Starbucks Green Tea Frappuccino

I awake today to find that the wonderful Green Tea Frapp is no more. I am distraught at this because it gave me great solice at the end of a hot daunting day, long at work.  But I arrived this morning to the news that it will never be served again. The wonderful Tazo® Green Tea Frappuccino has been discontinued. It was wonderful in it's refreshingly un-coffeeness. I am torn in all things today as I have been told that my occasional indulgence is no more. I am outraged and saddened by this revelation. I morn today for its green cool succor at the end of this a long and tiring day.

 

More to come on my search for the Recipe to bring this cool concoction to my home.

 

-Kay

 

 

 

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I have been exiled from my kingdom

OK I am just home from my Cruise

Let’s just sum up the extreme joy on cruising; Clean room, made bed, free meals, nice smiling wait staff, a cleaning crew that is not me, waking in a different location every morning. Oh yes ladies and gentleman it is heaven. And if I ever get rich I will spend most of my time on them. It is not that I am a lazy ass individual who hats to do shit for herself. It is that I have never been so taken care of. Now C dose a great job of taking care of me but weather it is me taking care of him or him taking care of me, one of us has to be doing the work (though we usually split it). It is nice to both be able to sit back and have things just get taken care of. If something is not right there is a guy/gal outside the door in minutes with the cure. Man nicer service doesn’t exist for less than 100 a day. Now don’t get me wrong cruises are hella expensive, even if your tickets are cheap you have to spend air fare, unless you are lucky enough to live in a cruise ship city of port, You have to pay for all drinking and shopping. You can keep it under control if you have willpower. Now we have talked about my lack of willpower when it comes to sex but it is also true to SHOPPING.

OK Travel Day, off to Miami on a plane, I hate to fly but C made it much better (this is our first real trip together). Then to the hotel; both so tired of working 12 hour shifts all week to compensate for our trip that we just sleep the night away.

Day One of the cruise, Board at noon, have nice lunch of lasagna fresh mozzarella cheese over tomato and eggplant, Hazelnut mousse and cheesecake. Off to the looking around the ship. Oh it was splendid, floor after floor of glitz and glamour, in lighted and reflective surfaces made the place seam almost mythical. Our rooms are on the main level so we are in the middle of everything, but far enough away not to be disturbed. And me are off to sunny Nassau, Bahamas. Dinner is lovely so we go back to the room for a little together time (loads of this gets done hehe). Nap and up for a late night snack. This 24 hour hot food thing is great. The Frozen yogurt machine was also constant in it’s dispensing of cool sweet yummy. Now back to the room for a little romp and sleep for the night.

Day two, awaken in lovely Nassau docked, run up to a breakfast of French toast eggs and bacon juices and fruit. Woo hoo! Then it’s off to our blue lagoon snorkel trip on the island. 3 drinks on the transport then they start with the free ones at the lagoon. Ok I am thoroughly ploughed by the time we get there and nice and handsy with C who is just as handsy back and loving every minute of it (I am normally very reserved on PDA). So we get over to the cove for the snorkel. I am still quite inebriated and decide to sit for a few minutes for safety’s sake. Off into the water with C. Lovely fishies and things under there it was awesome. I went off following this rainbow colored blue hued fish and lost C, not to mention the shore. I was WAY out in the ocean. So I set off to get to shore. I met C on the way back he was having fun chasing the fishies too so just a little kiss and fondle and we are off to harass some fore aquatic life. After swimming for quite some time I was dehydrated as hell and trying to get to shore was a bit of a fight to say the least. This nice guy had to help me up after I actually made it. I stumble over to the blanket and lay the hell down for a rest. At this point I have no idea where C is there are so many pasty guys out there. You would think that some of them would have gotten a tan before coming to the beach with the blazing sun to beat down on their sensitive flesh. Oh well hindsight and all. Well I down a bit of water and lay out a bit to get some more energy. I look up and C is there all ringed in sunlight looking just splendid in his loud orange Hawaii print trunks. AND ladies and gentleman I am not lying to you another reason it was hard to keep an eye on him was that there were 2 other tall guys wearing extremely similar trunks. Loud was definitely in on that beach, bright yellows oranges and greens were the order of the day. So we go off to get a little cuddle on in one of the huge hammocks to wait out the rest of the afternoon. Wonderful close time; Light snack then back to the transport to the port.

Shopping time, We wander off into the town to get a few things at a fierce pace because the formal dinner is in less than 2 hours. We make it of course with some good shopping done. Now let me say all men at one time or another must go out with their woman in a tux. If nothing else just to get the pictures. We look so good together. We had our formal dinner (scallops, steak, lobster, shrimp, baked alaska) and had some pictures taken and went to the Capitan’s reception with free cocktails and good funny from this cute little irish fella. Needless to say we were off again to the stateroom for a romp before the evening’s entertainments.

Day three: Awake to the sea outside smelling fresh and a hell of a lot like rain. Pancakes, fruit, and juice (light after last night). Hang out a bit with the family and off to see a show. All the shows were so nice onboard ship. The sea got a little choppy out there that last day but it was fine by lunch. Leisurely day and off to the night entertainment. Hit a few deck parties and got more pictures of the ship and peoples. Back to the room. I tell you what they must put aphrodisiacs in the food and drink onboard ship. We had some of the best sex of our entire relationship. And the sex is great in this one. Not one complaint from me except the hole pulled and strained muscle thing that has me all limping and stiff some times but that is all part of the package.

Day four last day of cruise; Back in Miami off to the Hilton for rest and a meal. I was such a good girl in Miami. Nothing dirty happening there at all now that I think back on it. I was too exhausted both directions. Oh well I will have to make sure that I have more time next time to leave my mark.


Last day of my vacation.
We awake go to lunch cause me slept in and off to a huge flea market the Opa Hialeah (?sp) It was so nice I got shoes for $5 and some cds for like 8 I am thinking of taking a road trip down there in the spring just to go to the flea markets. Man the prices were low and the stuff was great. Definitely a to do again.

Well I guess that about covers it.


And in closing I can not stress the importance of lubricant and Burt’s Bees lip balm. Lube to get you through it Burt if you over do it.

Later,
Kay

Man oh man

I have returned from my much needed vacation and man was it awesome. for those of you out there who can afford it or can save up to do it you MUST take a cruise one day at least 3 or 4 nights. it was awesome with a capital AWESOME. I never had better anything. But at the moment can't talk about it I have a jack load of crap piled up a work. Just wanted to drop a little line to alls the folks out there.

 

Later

-Kay

WOO HOO

I am so excited, though you would not know it. I am going on my cruise tomorrow. Now they great thing is I am going to be getting away from the crap for a while. Gain a little perspective on some things and get to spend some quality time with my C. Now there is a lot to be said for the quality of the time you spend with your significant other. See for a while we have had quantity with low quality. Lots of nothing to do just sitting around and waiting for the next round of sex. Now I love the sex but people need more. So we are off to Jamaica; during hurricane season no less. I do love an adventure and the tickets are hella cheaper cause you stand a better chance of it getting canceled but we are on. Katrina just went through doing no real damage and nothing else on the radar for at least another week or so. that's all the time I need to get some fun and good times.

 

There has to be something to say about sitting around in wonderful surroundings rubbing each others feet feeling fantastic. 

 

Well the day has finally caught up with my happy energy. I am tired so I not going to be able to finish extolling on the virtues of time with your other, I will try to get something out coherent while there.

 

Later

-Kay

 

Found this on another blog and I am loving it (thanks mary & greg)

What a woman really means!!

 

 

What a woman says, what she really means...

I need = I want
We need = I want
It's your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now
Do whatever you want = You are going to pay for this later
We need to talk = I need to complain
Sure...go ahead = I don't want you to
I'm not upset = Of course I'm upset, you moron!
You're so manly = You need a shave and you sweat a lot
You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about?
I'm not emotional! And I'm not overreacting! = I have a severe case of PMS
Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs
This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house
I want new curtains = I want new curtains, new carpeting, new furniture, new wallpaper...
I need new shoes = the other 40 pairs are simply the wrong shade
I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep
Do you love me? = I'm going to ask for something expensive
How much do you love me? = I did something today you're really going to hate
I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on T.V.
Is my butt fat? = Tell me I'm beautiful
You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me
Are you listening to me? = Too late, you're dead
Yes = No
No = No
Maybe = No
Let me think about it = No
I'm sorry = You'll be sorry
I was wrong = Not as wrong as you
Do you like this recipe? = It's easy to fix, so you'd better get used to it
Was that the baby? = Why don't you get out of bed and walk him until he goes to sleep
I'm not yelling! = Of course I'm yelling, this is important

Amazon has caught

 in case anyone out there hasn't heard Amazon.com is now pimping "adult items" the works, vibrators, plugs, clamps, some light bondage, swings, lubes of all kinds, and some pretty ridiculous stuff. just go to amazon.com and type in whatever you are looking for into the search. it will give you something like personal health or something as the category for all this.

 

I almost died laughing looking through some of the stuff when I found it.

Lovin the C

OK all folks in the land would agree with me that sometimes you just want to kill your loved ones and other times you just love them so much you wonder if it is normal. OK in the last 3 weeks I have gone from so depressed about the relationship that I was just waiting for it to end, to so elated about it that I want it never to end. Now in between is where things get murky. Now I say on my train the other day feeling like I just wanted to crawl up into a ball and die. Now the situation is like this:

 

C used to date this weird chick L. Now L freely admits that she is not into white guys, and would regularly tell C that "this would be a hole lot better if you weren't a geek and into all that computer stuff and the science fiction has got to go" Now I don't know about you but that don't sound like the loving girlfriend to me. Now I am biased but I love my geeks and I only date white guys. Its not that I have only dated white guys, hell my dance card looks like a roster for the UN for shits sake I just prefer white guys and definitely geeks. I like it if my man knows more about at least one series of star trek than me or at least is hard core into some scifi that I like. Now a convention goer is not a must but is greatly nurtured and appreciated. ...  but I digress; this chick knew who he was when their convenient little sex relationship started. It got bigger as time went on as things tend to do, but they still didn't have much at all in common or really like tolerating each others obsessions. For all the Lords the girl was into SOAP OPERAS. Can you imagine a chick who would force her guy to actually sit down and watch those hideous things. Now I admit that when I was in middle school I loved them, but hell I grew the hell up.

 

Now moving on towards my point (not that I ever really get to one) This chick gets all bent out of shape when it is all blown apart. Now I did have a little to do with that but hey I come home and the guy I had loved for the better part of my physiological adulthood was miserable and doubting his geekdom. Now let me tell you I have NEVER in my life stepped into someones relationship. And I know I have a little to answer to afterward, but damn he is just to fine, caring, awesome, and wonderful on so many levels to be smothered into passivity by some crazy normal. There are plenty of us weird, crazy, gaming, Conn goddesses out here for every geek in all of the kingdoms to be happy and over joyed with their lives.

 

Now the problem. She has been gone for going on 9 months now it's all I need to see you before I go (going back to college for a degree). I need closure,(No such thing). I just have to see you one more time (OH PLEASE bitch). Now, C being the guy that he is and I love him for it; is all, "Well if it will help her move on" (WHAT you can't see through that shit). But I'm all "if you think you need to go ahead, but please be careful (Translation: "If she touches you I will kill you both").

 

Now he comes home tells me everything that happened and I am like Told you so. shallow plays provocative dress, trying to get him drunk. I mean DAMN do you have to be that transparent. Oh well I am secure in my position here. Besides this chick has got nothing on me in the C category. It is not that I am worried that he may go back to her (fat chance of that ever happening) it is that he can't see her crap for what it is. Maybe it is just not all that important but it burns me up.

 

Well gotta jet.

Lata

-Kay

 

 

Oh the Pain

Well ladies and gentleman. I have figured out how to post from work. (Thanks Bing) we have a "security measure" which blocks random web pages depended on suspected content. I can't go to Order of the Stick but I can read all the comics I want from Yahoo, but I can't go to comics.com for the same comics. arggg. I guess they just put in the things that they think up at the time or things that get a lot of traffic. I don't know. Well I love my new job, though I could be busier. Everyone is so nice. Now I guess that is long enough for a test

 

Later Y'all
-Kay

New job

New job, tired as hell, learn too many things in a day, but I do get to sleep in, and the commute is less than an hour by car but mine is officially dead, blown head gasket. Oh well guess I have to save for a new car, well new to me. Well to tired to continue. More later. Feeling tired really lets the depression think it can come on in. WELL IT CAN'T. Though it ain’t like I don’t have good reason to let it in. But I have a new job and I don’t want to screw it up.

later
-Me

HA!!

OK this was going to be a huge long bitch fest about exes and the need for them to quit wobbling my sphere of existence. But you know what I can't spare to brain power at the moment. I am so tired. In the past week and a half preparing for this new job, I have gotten even less sleep than usual. I have spent close to $500 on things I have wanted to have for a while but didn't think I needed them badly enough. Well let me tell you; It felt good. Now I have multiple packages on their way to my home with my supplies in them. Quite a while ago I decided to start doing body wraps to keep my skin and body in "shape" so to speak while I am losing all this damn weight. Now I looked into it and it cost like 120 and up to get them done in a salon, AND you should get them every week. So I decided to take my money and get all the things I needed to do them at home. Well with everything it cost like 260 for 4 people to get the sauna suits, bandages for wrapping, herbs, oils, dry clay powder, and a bandage winder cause I am kind of lazy when it comes to mind numbing tasks. So that comes to what $65 per person. Now that is a great deal. 65 and we have enough supplies to do like 8 to 12 wraps a piece depending on if we are doing full or partial. Now how in the world do salons get off charging like they do with any form of conscience?

So then I though well would be nice to have a paraffin spa at home too, so off I went to EBay. Now let me just say that I didn't want one of those cheap ass walmart looking home models, I wanted a salon workhorse with a sanitization cycle (I've got a bit of a germ problem I HATE THEM) Well perfection found me a fifty pound capacity spa paraffin bath in great condition. It is so big I can do both my feet at the same time. Hell it is so bit I can do both C's feet at the same time. That is the coolest part it is like 25x14x10. Now that did cost me a pretty penny right below 100 but it is a 1 year old $3,000 model in great condition. So I said, "Oh, Hell yes!"

Now previous to this I had been spending $60 at the salon to get my hands dipped with a manicure and pedicure, I never got my feet dipped cause it would have cost another 30 on top of that. I used to go every week. Now I know how to give a manni and peddi, so that’s 60 bucks back in my pocket. And I know how to do wraps and make all the solutions necessary for a fraction of the cost, that’s 120 that never leaves. So I think I will be saving about $720 a moth with a $400 start up cost and about $25 a month after that in supplies and about $16 a year to replace worn-out wraps. Yes I love saving myself shit-loads of money. I even found out that you can use candle paraffin in the spa and it is jackin cheaper than "spa" paraffin, which by the way is regular 120 - 125 degree melt paraffin with essential oils and fragrance and some times even color in it. Well kiss my grits, I can put grapeseed oil in it myself and move on up. AND some/most professional spas heat their wax just a few degrees warmer than the home varieties of spas giving you better therapy.

So I am all ready for weekly wax dips and body wraps and now I have to sit and wait for everything to show up at my house. Waiting is so harsh. I want to just have it all now. Oh well I guess I shall work on that meditation thing while I wait for all my spa gear. Ya me

-Kay

PS

Isn’t it so easy to keep me happy.

Mobile ICE - In Case of Emergency - Good advice from a great friend of mine

ICE - In Case of Emergency

A campaign encouraging people to enter an emergency contact
number in
their
mobile phone's memory under the heading ICE (In Case of
Emergency), has
rapidly spread throughout the world as a particular consequence
of last
week's terrorist attacks in London.
Originally established as a nation-wide campaign in the UK, ICE
allows
paramedics or police to be able to contact a designated relative
/
next-of-kin in an emergency situation.

The idea is the brainchild of East Anglian Ambulance Service
paramedic
Bob Brotchie and was launched in May this year. Bob, 41, who has
been a
paramedic for 13 years, said: "I was reflecting on some of the
calls I've
attended at the roadside where I had to look through the mobile
phone
contacts struggling for information on a shocked or injured
person.
Almost
everyone carries a mobile phone now, and with ICE we'd know
immediately who
to contact and what number to ring. The person may even know of
their
medical history."

By adopting the ICE advice, your mobile will help the rescue
services
quickly contact a friend or relative - which could be vital in a
life or
death situation. It only takes a few seconds to do, and it could
easily
help save your life. Why not put ICE in your phone now? Simply
select a
new contact in your phone book, enter the word 'ICE' and the
number of the
person you wish to be contacted. For more than one Next of Kin
ICE1,
ICE2,
ICE3.

If you think this is a good idea please pass it on to everyone
in your
address book get your family and friends involved. It is Easy,
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Not only dead but mutilated in the process

I’m talking about chivalry here. I take the train and then the Metro to work every day and I see it. Men literally pushing women out of their way for a seat. Now I know that it sucks to stand I have had to do it lots of time but when a pregnant woman is standing on the train something is wrong with you fucking assholes. I am at the back of the car, this pregnant woman gets on (probably about 8 ½ months along) there is nothing but men at the front of the car, like it was a test from the gods. THEY FAILED. A woman half way back in the car got up to offer this woman her seat; and get this shit some guy tried to take her seat. WHAT THE FUCK.

The Metro is no better; this is the place where a woman may be pushed into the Metro car if she is not moving fast enough for some thousand dollar suit wearing jackass who just won’t be inconvenienced the minute that it takes for the next train to come along. And that is not an exaggeration trains run every minute on this line it is the heaviest traveled in the city. Picture this small woman gets on the train in the mob and there is nowhere for her to go so she stops. The man behind her literally pushes her ahead into other people already crammed into the car. She doesn’t say anything just takes it so he pushes her again; she nearly falls into someone’s lap. A different woman turns around to confront this asshole who is now just inside the door as they are closing. This prick proceeds to call these women names and piss off the mostly all female passengers at this end of the car. Now after some choice words by a few of the females closest to him he decides to shut his chauvinistic pathetic little mouth. What was he thinking this woman he was pushing was at least half his size? And there was s sista over there who was about to kick this man’s ass all over.

These are just two incidences. It would take me a lot longer to field out all the despicable things I have seen on the train and Metro. Pushing of old people, hell one guy actually pushed a little girl out of his way with his briefcase. It goes on and gets worse. Why has our society fallen to the state where men have no respect for their fellow person, and most definitely have no respect for the women around them.

In my 4 months of this long ass commute I did however see one shining example of what is all supposed to be about. It was late evening and the train was of course crowded. An old woman got on the train caring a cane and she walks past a few people and this Black guy probably in his late teens to early twenties jumps out of his seat as soon as he sees her and actually helps her into the seat. I felt like going over to him and hugging the shit out of him. That is what it has come to kindness is not so few and far between that I feel the need to reward it in some way. So I gave the blind homeless man who panhandles outside the station all the money in my pockets. It made me feel good and maybe someone saw and did a nice thing of their own. Maybe that is what is happening. Courtesies and nice things are getting swept under the rug; no one sees them so no one feels that anyone else gives a crap.

Chivalry, so maybe it isn’t dead but it is limping a bit now before it gets any worse we all need to do something about it.

OK thats life

OK so it has been a while. Lets just say I would rather have been have the kind of time that frustrates me with it's boredom that some of the things that I have been forced to go through.

On the super side. I have had my first birthday back with C it was great. He just my have a little genie in is pocket looking out for him. Took me on a shopping spree, he did. Got the hottest pair of jeans; but that’s not the point. The point is that is the perfect gift for a shopaholic. Plus I still got gifts that he picked out. OK maybe I am a little spoiled. I even get a foot rub while out shopping. Let me tell you that says love right there just stop in the middle of the damn store to rub my feet. HELLS YEAH. I think the man should writ a fracken book on how to date the high maintenance woman, cause he has this shite down pat. AND I got a new JOB yeah I am out of here my friends no more of this crap. Now lets just hope that there isn’t deeper steamier crap at the new place.

On the good side. I am a year older and hella lighter. Losing weight is awesome but that whole growing older thing is the not so super part. It reminds me of how much time I have wasted and lost with C when I left to be stupid. So I am now back and I am not going to be letting the moments slip away. Not this time. And for anyone listening you need to get out there and be happy in your relationship. Life, job, friend situations, even family situation may suck the soul right out of you and make you miserable. But you mate should be the sun in your universe. Should make you happy beyond all reason just by breathing. Make you ecstatic just by the little things. AND if you are in a relationship that is killing you slowly or not so slowly you need to bite the rope and get the hell out. I know it is hard believe me on that one, it can bankrupt you financially and emotionally but Know that there is better on the other side.

And on the not so good side. My DVD/VCR combo died I don’t even know what happen I was not home when it was being viewed without permission and defiantly would not have gotten it if they had asked. Let me just say if you go out to buy a TV and the big ass one is on sale into your price range just get the smaller one and go buy some shoes with the left over duckets. I have had the hardest time keeping people the hell out of my room. They want to watch TV on it cause it is “nice” what the frack I am the one who bought the damn thing and it is in my private room for shits sake. This isn’t college and we aren’t stupid teens. W is 30 and he can’t grow up. Has kids and I come home to all their shit in my room. Toys clothes trash. I mean if you know you are not supposed to be somewhere wouldn’t you clean it the fuck up so no one knew you where there. Though there is no chance of that some how the killed it. How do you kill an electronic piece of equipment. I mean shit I just got it like 2 months ago. I am about ready to move, though I didn’t when all this started cause he was supposed to be moving. Almost 3 weeks ago they were supposed to be gone. What the hell you gonna do with family.

Well all in all a decent couple of weeks. I had a load of fun and you know what else we were up to. But that is always a given with me and C

Well thats it for now blog. Later
-Kay