Gas Station Bathroom Dining?

I was coming home from my weekly trip to work when the urge to pee came upon me. Now I must admit, I hate using public bathrooms, but alas, I had no choice, so I found the cleanest looking gas station I could find on that seemingly strip in the middle of nowhere and I stopped. I was horrified as soon as I opened the door. Not because the bathrooms were disgusting, but because of what I saw the people occupying the bathroom partaking in. No it's not what you think. They were eating lunch. Two were perched upon the sink slurping down their Big Gulps and munching on greasy cheesy hamburgers. The other two were standing (in the doorway I might add). Their lunches were precariously balanced on the towel dispensers. I"m sure the look on my face was of complete shock once my brain processed what my eyes were seeing. I mean, I don't even like to urinate in a gas station bathroom, let along dine there. One of the girls had her shoes off and was walking barefoot!! IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM!!!!! The whole scene was just wrong on so many levels. The occupants sensed my reluctance to enter, and proceeded to display their great southern hospitality by saying, "Come on in ! We won't bit. Unless you're a hamburger." Yep that made me want to run, not walk from the building. But since I had to pee so badly that my eyeballs were floating and my bladder was about to bust, I didn't have much of a choice. After I finished "doing my business" I had to ask one of the ladies to scoot over so that I could use the sink to wash my hands. Another lady had to remove her lunch from the towel dispenser so that i could dry them. That is when I heard the conversation about toe cramps, and corns. The lady asked me if I knew of anything that would stop toe cramps. I told her no and got out of the bathroom as quickly as my little feet would carry me. I do believe that the next time the urge to pee hits me on one of my drives home I will be avoiding that gas station like the plague.

A blog revisited

It's funny sometimes how we seem to let life get in the way of the things that bring us joy. I realize it has been a long time since I've visited bloggerland, and I have really missed it. I'm not sure why we let life get so complicated. It's the only one we get, we should make sure that everyday is packed with something fun and exciting, not drab and boring. But alas, we always have to make sure the mundane things are completed before the fun can start, at least those of us who are responsible do.

Sometimes I get tired of washing the dishes and the clothes every day. I get tired of sweeping the floors, and cleaning the toilets. I get tired of completing the same ole stuff day in and day out.
I think that is why I am taking such drastic measures in changing my life. As most of you already know I've taken a new job in a new city that is located 3 hours from my current home. I am packing up all my stuff and my family and we are relocating to a town we literally know very little about. I think that it will be a wonderful change in my life. But I'm not just stopping with a new job, a new home, and new surroundings. Oh no, not me, I am also working on transforming my entire being. I've completely changed my entire style of eating. For a month now I have been incorporating fruits and vegetables into my diet. I've cut out red meat and only consume poultry and fish. I've cut out many refined sugars and most processed foods. I'm an attempting to eat more whole grains and healthy stuff. I've trimmed off 20lbs and I've managed to cut my blood pressure medication in half. A few weeks ago I added an hour of cardio exercise at least 5 times per week to my routine and I am starting to feel unbelievable. I have tons more energy, fewer headaches, fewer body aches, and a better frame of mind.

I've decided to take control of my life and I decided baby steps just wasn't cutting it. Giant steps are what I need to be taking. And I'll be damned if I'm going to fall. I am woman hear me roar. Because if I can't believe in me, then how in the hell can anyone else?

Was life better in the past?

Life is so different now than it was 20-30 years ago. I know this because I spend at least an hour each night going over homework with my 2nd graders. I do not remember my parents ever sitting down with me to help me with home work in the 2nd grade. I don't ever remember my parents sitting down and helping me with homework EVER, for that matter, but certainly I didn't need help in the 2nd grade.

I also remember getting up early in the morning and telling my parents that I was going out to play. I would roam the neighbor hood and not come back until lunch time. I remember doing this as early as age 5. If my kids walk around the block without me knowing it, I freak out. It is way too dangerous to even let them play in the front yard without supervision. You never know when some sicko will drive by and snatch them out of the yard when you aren't looking. Now I'm not saying that couldn't have and didn't happen 20-30 years ago, but I suppose that we lived in a day and age where information wasn't spread around the world as quickly, so you just didn't hear about it as much.

And what about the cost of things. I got a birthday card a few weeks ago from my insurance company and inside it compared the cost of certain things in 1975 with the cost of those things today. It was quite alarming to see how cheap things were back then compared to what they cost today.
I got a 2% raise at the first of this year. Unfortunately, our health insurance premium went up more per month that the raise amounted to. Therefore, my take home pay is less this year than it was last year. It's funny how you can get paid more per hour, but bring home less.

So are things really that different now? Or is it just that 20-30 years ago I was a kid and didn't think or worry about these things, and now that I'm an adult, I can't help but think about them on a daily basis?

Gasp! Not Porn!

The other day my husband asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told him I wanted to get the new KY his and hers and I wanted to have sex with him in every position we could manage. His eyes bulged a bit and his mouth flopped open, but then his smiled a great big smile and said, "OK!" So on my Birthday, after working all day, I stopped at Walgreen's before I came home and bought the KY. That was the only item I bought. The lady standing in line in front of me glanced in my direction and saw my item. She then proceeded to frown at me. FROWN. What? Haven't you ever wanted to have fun sex before? The cashier kind of smiled and told me to have a good evening. I informed her that I planned to. And yes we did have a good evening, but I must say that I was a bit disappointed with the KY. I don't think we experienced the great whistle blowing sex advertised in the commercials when we used it. But perhaps we didn't have enough foreplay, so maybe we will try it again. But this brings me to my point. Why are adult people so embarrassed to talk about sex. Why does the word SEX have to be so taboo? I just don't get it. Porn is a multimillion dollar business, yet nobody I know admits to watching it. I love porn. I watch it on a weekly basis, and sometimes it really makes me hot. Sometimes it makes me laugh my ass off. Some of the faces they make are hilarious. And the noises, well you just have to chuckle. When I watch porn, weather it is with my hubby or by myself, I find myself criticizing the women. Mainly their breasts. For some reason, it is more enjoyable to watch women with big breasts than it is to watch women with little breasts. I find myself feeling a bit envious, because they look like they are having so much fun. Some of the porn shows on Cinemax have great story lines. I like Co-Ed Confidential and others. The only kind of porn that turns me off is same sex porn. I really don't get off watching girl on girl action, and I refuse to watch guy on guy action.

So for the discussion part of this post..... What kind of porn turns you on? Or are you too embarrassed to tell?

Dashboard confession?

I was sitting in my SUV at a red light taking a break from the rat race I call my daily commute and I took a moment to look around. To my left there was an acne faced teenager using his rear view mirror to inspect a freshly popped pimple on his face. A man turning in front of me had his finger stuck so far up his nose that I wondered if he was tickling his brain yet. There was a woman behind me making hand gestures while talking to air, or perhaps she was conversing with the voices inside her head, or maybe just the person on the other end of the blue tooth stuck in her ear. All of these sightings struck a funny chord with me and I began to laugh hysterically. What is it about our cars that makes us feel so comfortable that we will let our transgressions go as quickly as the flicked cigarette butt out the window? Is there anything we won't do in our cars? We pick our noses, pick our pimples and pick at the buttons on our radio with the same sticky fingers. We serenade the dome light at the top our lungs, and in the next breath, we curse at the idiots holding up traffic. We loose our virginity in the back seat, and smoke our first joint in the front. We love our cars with passion, and glee, and ride them a hard as we do life itself. What is it about the interior of that reinforced steel and safety glass that makes us feel so safe, so protected from the harsh realities of the world? If we really knew the answer, would we feel the same way? I'm not sure we would. I'm not sure I want to know. But what my inquiring mind does want to know is what transgressions do you let go of when you climb behind the wheel and feel the rumble of the motor through your feet? Yes, my inquiring mind wants to know. At least I think it does.....

Where the Hell have I been?

I'm not sure, but slowly and forcefully I'm clawing my way back.

Life has crashed down upon me with the force of a waterfall,

As I've thrashed for breath.

Creativity, it's been lacking.

But the spark and intrigue still remains.

I crave the passion of life that once filled me.

Alas, how does one get it back?

To look through life through fresh eyes.

To see the world anew.

I'm not sure, but slowly and forcefully I'm clawing my way back.

Something out of nothing.

I made a chili cheese dip for a Church supper on Saturday, and I wanted to be funny, so I added the bananna pepper eyeball for artistic flair. Guess what? People still ate this! Actually, it tasted way better than it looked. Gig gave me the recipie. Thanks, Gig.

The boys and I were playing around with the camera. We have so much fun together!

I'm not feeling well today, but I realize I have neglected Bloggerland for the past month. So I though I would at least post a little something, even if it is nothing.