Badass's, Sex Toys and Cookies...Oh My!!!

Came across a cool website called “Badass of the Week” (www.badassoftheweek.com). I really enjoy this guy’s style of writing. He’s pretty ‘balls out’ and takes no prisoners when he writes.  I’m especially enjoying his write ups of members of our armed forces.  His take on SEALs is so ‘right in your face’ blatant and on target, I can’t help but appreciate his refreshing non-PC style.  In particular, read the one on Markus Luttrell (http://www.badassoftheweek.com/luttrell.html). You have to give kudos to bloggers that really don’t care whether or not you’re offended by their writing or their language…they’ll tell it like it is until the Government takes them down! 

I also like that he picks someone to focus his writing on and recognizes their efforts.  Now some of his badass’s are fictional, but it’s still a fun read.  I think I need to do something like that on this blog…or better yet, get off my tushie and update my website and include a page like that and recognize the badass’ in my life.

I see that I’m going to have to prioritize my projects.  I have to carpet my bedroom, incorporate more weights into my workout, learn Spanish, keep up on the half acre, work on my website…blah, blah, blah.  God help me if there was a regular man in my life.  Where would I find the time?  See?  And you wonder why I go for guys out of state….

Today I woke up in the same craptacular mood I was in last night.  However, a friend sent me a message and he called me “Little Miss Amazing”.  He always calls me things that make me feel like a million bucks. Note to self…find a man that uses inspiring and beautiful terms of endearment when referring to me.

I talked to a co-worker about the project and then we got into a discussion. She noticed that I “wasn’t my usual peppy self” and wanted to know what was up.  It is what it is, but by the time I left her, I was laughing again…well, I did tell her a certain story about my ability to carry jokes to a whole new level without cracking a smile and letting on that I’m lying my ass off.  We were snorting with laughter by the time it was all over.

 

We also discussed inappropriate stuff like the possibility of hooking up with a stranger in Mexico in October.  I told her that I was never doing that again, and she laughed and said “Never say never”.  So I clarified and said that while I’d party with a guy and have a good time, my definition of party does not include sex.  If I want that, I’d bring my toy and do the job myself.  She went over the edge on that one, and you know Dizzy didn’t drop it.  I said “Can you imagine?  The Mexican customs agents are looking over my luggage and hear a mechanical sound…fish out my toy and start waving it around asking who it belongs to.”  She says that everyone starts looking away, not wanting to acknowledge the official waiving around a dildo.  I told her that I’d have no problems telling that official to take his hands off my toy…it’s mine and I don’t share!  She couldn’t stop laughing.  Truth be told, I don’t have an issue with that.  Those kinds of things don’t really embarrass me.  If the Customs official wants to waive around my panties...have a good time Buddy!!!  Hey People…at least I’m practicing safe sex!!!

It's funny but being raised a Jehovah's Witness takes you to the whole other edge of the spectrum. You almost slingshot back the other way.  I'm sick to death thinking that being a little naughty is going to send me straight to hell, or worse, oblivion (as the Witnesses believe).  If you believe in God, why did he make sex so pleasurable (with the exception of Muslim women..unless they do it themselves..., because we all know their men don't give a flying fuck about pleasuring their women!!!)? And now, I'm finally at a point in my life where all bets are off! I'm going to have fun and experiment. I'm having fun walking around naked, wearing things I wouldn't normally wear, doing things I wouldn't normally do.  Maybe, if I do go to Hell, the Marines will let me hang with them...because they don't die, they just go to Hell and re-group! Anyway, I'm sure I'm giving too much information.

I came home and after exercising...baked frakking cookies.  Do I look like Suzy HomeMaker??? I don't think so.  But it'll help with the 31/2 hour meeting we have tomorrow. Lord, have mercy!