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My Worst Thanksgiving Ever
With the clock
ticking down to America's most famous day for eating,
drinking and farting gluttony, it's time to talk turkey.
Nothing says Thanksgiving like a good old-fashioned,
knock-down, drag out fight over how a turkey should be prepared.
Thanksgiving would not be the holiday that it is wi/… Read full post »
Don't Ask Me What Love Is
In my lifetime, I have tripped and stumbled over,
gotten thrown off course and been sideswiped or diverted by, had a
couple of nasty head-on collisions with and was once even struck
(like lightning) by this thing that I thought was
love cannot adequately explain or
define. I think I was/… Read full post »
How I Lost My Virginity
Let me start off by saying that “losing your
virginity” is not like losing a pair of Lucky Brand
jeans glasses or your car keys. Blue
jeans cost money and glasses and car keys basically have only two
job descriptions:
1. To get your vehicle or your eyes started/… Read full post »
What Men Don't Tell Women
"You know I love you, baby. You know I do. But there's just one thing you CAN'T DO... You can't be somebody different every night."
Truer words have never been uttered by many
men directly to women spoken. That
doesn’t mean that men aren’t thinking them.
It… Read full post »
Romance 1o1: Pick Me up at the Airport, I'm Yours
I’m all for romance but I know
that the road to love is rarely paved with it.
At best, it’s spotty. The road that is,
not the sheets. I have out romanced
just about every person I will ever
know. Forget the striptease
soufflé or chocolate covered/… Read full post »
Why Phone Sex is Better than Real Sex
Me: Hello?
Him: Hey, how are you?
Me: I’m very well thank you, how are you?
Him: I’m good. You wanna do this?
Me: Yeah, sure.
This is very romantic.
Him: How do we start?… Read full post »
Why I'm Breaking Up with Facebook
Because if I am going to get "poked", I want to feel it.
I already have a closet full of Manolo Blahnik shoes; I don’t need virtual ones.
I don't really care
who what you ate for dinner.
Your children and your pets… Read full post »
How to Make Love to a Woman
You’re all dying to find out
what happened next, aren’t you?
Let’s just put it this way. You know that
you are having fabulous sex when you don’t have
visions of somebody else random thoughts
parachuting through your mind in the middle of all that sweaty,
naked act/… Read full post »
Dinner with Foreplay
8:17 pm: This is
going really too well. He has
proven consistently that he knows how to use a knife and fork
correctly, has impeccable manners, can carry on intelligent
conversation about numerous subjects and is both engaging
and fascinating. Plus, he hasn’t
said or done anyt/… Read full post »
FEAR: The New Normal
I have always
been sexual fearless. Reckless,
no, fearless, yes. I am not to be dared, folded,
spindled or mutilated. That would make me a
piece of postage male (except for the
“dared” part). But ever since
discovering that lump, fear had slipped under the w… Read full post »
Live-Blogging: On Hold for Eternity
11:03 am: "There is one call ahead of you. Please continue to hold or press 1 to leave a message and someone will return your call as soon as possible".
11:05 am: I am on hold if you haven't figured it out. I have been on "hold" listening to the… Read full post »
Nobody Tells You
WARNING: Graphic images at end.
Look down at your chest. Imagine a 13-inch needle probing your right breast that had been inserted at what would be the three o’clock position if someone were facing you. In other words, the needle went into my breast through the inside… Read full post »
There it Is
My name was called and I passed
through the portal of hell between not having sex
cancer or finding out if I did. I was pretty sure by the way my
doctor spoke to me at her office and subsequently (numerous times)
on the phone, followed by the urgency of the/… Read full post »
The Waiting Room
“He has really big hands,” I was warned by several friends of mine who had known other women who had used the famous oncologist I was about to meet. I allowed my mind to ponder if that meant (what women believe to be true) that the surgeon also had a big/… Read full post »
A Matter of Time
Was it just yesterday I was saying that life has its lumps? Why yes, that was me, sugar cube. Today it has been more like a bowl of cherries (Rainier, thank you very much; those sound so Monegasque, n’est-ce pas?). She’s acting all Frenchie, going off topic already and c/… Read full post »
Life Has its Lumps
Life comes with lumps. I just don’t like them in (no particular order) my gravy, pillow, mattress or anywhere near or on my body. I’m not particularly fond of clowns or magicians either (if I’m going to be sawed in half, at least do it in such a way that you/… Read full post »
O'Really? Puts the blue in Blumenthal
It seems that john blumenthal is a glutton for punishment. And where better a place to get some good old fashioned punishment than from the woman who knows men better than most men know themselves better than the the (slowly) recovering O'Really?. He's a big talker you know and we shared… Read full post »
Hell to Pay
As I get older, it seems that there
isn’t enough time to do everything I want to and certainly
less than enough of it to go around to get certain
men things done that need
doing. This cuts severely into my
afternoon sessions of self-satisfaction ability to
concentrate on important matters/… Read full post »
Why WOMEN are Superior to Men!
I read
john blumenthal's post this morning with great
dismay amusement. I'm still
looking for the joke perfect response
and humbly offer my own on behalf of the kinder, gentler sex.
In the exact order as his original "observations", I submit the
following thoughts for your con… Read full post »
Does the Shoe Fit?
Shoes. I like shoes. A lot. I have lots of them. When I say “lots” I don’t mean like 20 or 30 pairs of shoes. I’m talking a ridiculously high number that borders somewhere between “what has she been smoking?” and “is she buying/… Read full post »
You Are How You Eat
People throw around the words
“normal” and “typical” like I do
pantyhose Advil. The longer I
live, the more convinced I have become that not everyone
throws around pantyhose like I do is
“normal” or even
“typical”. I mean, when did picking
y… Read full post »
Coming or Going?
You know the old saying about people coming in all shapes and sizes? Agreed. But forget about shapes and sizes. This is not preschool. The operative word here is “coming”. People come from different backgrounds, histories and experiences replete with differen/… Read full post »
That's What Friends are For
I was having dinner with a fairly recently widowed and very close friend of mine the other evening. Her husband has been “gone” for about 20 months now. Okay, there was a lot of him that was missing for several years before that. The poor man didn’t leave the house/… Read full post »
Head's Up
It seems that my last foray into what
women talk about and do when they are together
really want from men has struck a g-spot
nerve. In the interest of moving both males and
females into the bedroom toward more
positive, open and honest sex relations, I thought it would be/… Read full post »
That Man for All Seasons
I got to spend the weekend looking at some really
beautiful male specimens with some of my favorite gal
pals. A women’s weekend also known as a “giney
fest” as opposed to an all male gathering which would be
referred to as a “weenie roast” always makes
for interesting m… Read full post »

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