We tried to "memorize" the information so we could go home and discuss all that we had read. Words like, cum, masturbation, erotic, orgasm....what the heck???? We got home and stayed up nights talking about "it". The very first time I french kissed, I was repulsed. To exchange spit with someone that was "germy" to me was disgusting. I went home and shared that with my sister too. I was curious about sex but feared God's wrath and my parents wrath more than the urge to give it a try. Even thinking of sex made me think that I needed to ask for forgiveness somehow. The boy that I french kissed wanted to go further but I told him straight out, "no". He begged and gave me lines like, "Guys have needs, you know and if they don't get "it" then it hurts them and you don't want to hurt me, do you?" I was naive but not that naive. I told him no once again and he got mad at me. He stopped talking to me because I was "mea...

Married Boo had a very honest look at sex on her blog . I enjoyed the open mindedness in which she discussed her own feelings and needs on the subject. One thing that came out of that was the sex talk aka "the birds and the bees". I have no idea where that phrase came from because frankly, there isn't any bees stinging or birds flying when it comes to sex. But I understand that somehow, someone came up with a visual and that was the best visual they could find. How did you find out the nitty gritty of sex? Being 45, it wasn't a common day conversation in my house. In fact, my sisters and I grew up in a strict Christian family and the church we attended frowned on pants wearing and even lipstick wearing and s-e-x was definitely taboo. I remember one time, a girl who had to be at least 19 or older, got pregnant (not married) and she had to ask for forgiveness in front of the whole congregation of 800 people. If that was a scare tactic, it must've worked fo...

Our new house has endless, beautiful walking trails. It's now become the adventure of the evening, Baby Boo and I and sometimes, Boo. We went hiking up a "mountain", otherwise known as a dirt mound. To her it was a mountain and she told me so. "Look, I cimbed da mountin." Took a drink from a flowing water fall, otherwise known as the drinking fountain and it was the greatest challenge for Baby Boo since eating her sandwich together without taking out the meat. We got close to the wildlife. "Momo, a fie is on you. Get it! He's gon bite you." My response: "Flies are nice. They just like us cause we smell good." Next, we climbed a tree. Well, not really, the branch was growing on the ground but to Baby Boo, she "cimbed" a tree. Then, we smelled the flowers. Her comment, "Mmm, it smells nice." I thought they stunk but I agreed that it smelled good. (Didn't want to be a negative Nancy.) Then, we ran a small kilometer...

My friend, Tami sorta tagged me with a scrap award and since I can't post the award here while at work, you'll have to use your imaginations. In the meantime, I will say that the person that tagged me is the queen of honesty and realness. She doesn't play around when it comes to telling the truth and I like that about her. Since she tagged me, I have the joy of naming 10 honest things about me….here goes… Ten honest things….. 1) This question always runs through my head and I'd love to ask this to someone who knows, "What does "dead" feel like? Does it hurt? Do you feel a sense of relief or utter fear of what comes next? Is it like being on a roller coaster and your ascending up a steep slope and not knowing when you'll be rushing down again? Also, a part of this, I have an honest admission, Michael Jackson's death really brought out some emotions in me that I didn’t even know existed. I cried on my way to work, while listening to one of his song...

1) I've been tagged by Lin and that means that I have to post the tenth picture from the first folder. Here's my puppy dog, Sam, the one eyed wonder. He's the million dollar dog since he's costed me an arm and leg in vet bills. 2) Confidence is when you walk out the door and are standing in the checkout line at Walmart and you look down and discover you have two different shoes on your feet - one red shoe and one brown, yet, you hold your head up high like it was done on purpose. (Thanks TV Boo for teaching me that.) 3) Beauty can be found in your own backyard. While taking a walk on the trails by our house with Boo and Baby Boo, we took the time to really smell the flowers, listen to the birds and feel the gravel beneath our feet. It felt SO good!! 4) Two word, "I'm sorry" sometimes hold more weight than the words, "I love you". 5) I'm a crummy person. I don't know why but I create crumbs wherever I go. I can be eating the same meal as ...

I've discovered something so ugly about blogging, well, actually, about human nature. We have become more resilient to hearing about things, seeing things and reacting to things that are appalling, sexual, horrifying, disappointing, violent, shocking and disgusting and sad. Yet, there's also intrigue at happy stories, uplifting and positive too. Years ago, when I was newly married, there was a video that floated around called Faces of Death. It was disturbing because it showed unedited rituals which often led to death. It showed gross things such as a parachute malfunctioning and a guy falling into an alligator pit. It showed executions. My ex (then husband) watched with fascination. I watched (not all of them) with curiosity and often peering from behind my hands. Years later, reality shows hit. I have to admit that I watch some of the shows, cheering on the good times, being emotional with bad outcomes. For instance, Jon and Kate. I loved watching their kiddos in action. Bei...

It's getting close to due date or should I say R date as in reduction at the job. I can feel it. Everyone can feel it. A few people toss their cookies in the bathroom from being so keyed up and stressed. Others chatter or laugh nervously, while others roll their eyes occasionally. Me? I try to read between lines and look for clues as to if I'm "the chosen one" to be a part of the "reduction gang". My boss used to walk with all of us from my department of three as we left for the day…he no longer does that. He greeted the other co-walker and talked in depth to her and not to me. **Gulp.** I feel like the ladies on Twilight Zone's episode called Noon Day Sun where it's hotter than hot and they keep saying to one another, "When will this dreadful heat end?" They are drenched in sweat and stripped down to their slips. (If it was me, I'd be one nude girl. Forget having any material between me and the heat.) To make ends meet, I'm serious...