Men And Women @ MindSay

"Borrowed" from Noelle67  

 :) What is the meaning of life?

The idea that everything and everyone is connected in some way.

:) Does god exist?

Absolutely

:D Where does the sock that your dryer eats actually go?

I agree with Noelle67 . The tumbling of the dryer and the built up static electricity actually opens up a vortex to an alternate dimension. It sucks in socks and leaves pennies behind.

 

:D Why do mothers say 'because I said so!'? 

Because it prevents them from explaining why and going into a diatribe of, "I've had a hard day and nobody gives a crap.  All day long I sacrifice for you kids and your father and what do I get in return? I didn't spend ____ hours in the hospital pushing out your big head just to hear some lip from you! When I was your age my mother woulda..." 

:P Why don't dad's understand why we're so irritable once a month?

Because they don't realize they are often the source of our irritation.

:P Why don't teachers ever let you go to the bathroom when you ask? 

For some reason full bladders in the middle of a test or a lecture seems contagious.  One kid asks to go and the next thing you know 15 other kids suddenly have the urge to urinate.  

So I am sure I dont like women. But men are so hard to understand. I have to be two people with ever man that I date. I am that super sweet girl that takes care of her man and that nasty little girl that you would never take home to mom. I love role play and I am good at it. But it takes a lost out of me.

 

I have an old friend that I have started kissing and peting he is very down to earth and funny. I have to be with a funny guy. If he cant make me laugh he is dead in the water no matter how cute he is. I cant wait to see him again so that we can kiss. I dont know if I am ready for sex or if we would even take it there. He holds opne doors and holds my hand.

 

I want to do my next relationship right so I am trying to take my time and do what is best for me. I would love to have sex whit him I think it would be so awsome and I need some. well I have my dreams.

 

until later kisses,

when we bought this house it was with  the understanding that we would install a bidet.  we had one in the other house and i wasn't going backwards hygiene wise.

 

 

So first i tried a bidet washlet seat. which was nice for perianal cleaning but didn't  do the after sex or sweaty day job that a bidet does.  and then the heater stopped working so you get a dribble of cold water- all together unsatisfactory for vaginal washing. and i often used it for a footbath too. So I finally explained that my plumbing needs were not being met ( even though we have four and a half bathrooms) Today Tom the plumber came over to look at the master bath and explained that we would have to move the toilet over 12 inches to make room for the bidet and it would involve removing all the flooring in the bathroom up to the shower and tub and dry wall along that wall 36 inches high. And that was a best case scenario because if they didn't discover drain pipes in the wall they would have to start opening walls on  the main floor. crap crap crap. literally duh

 

so I could compromise again and remove a shower stall from a main floor bath and a small wall that has pipes in it and put a bidet in that bathroom - which would be less disruption upstairs and all the rough plumbing already exists so it would cost less money and aggravation but wouldn't be in the master bath but I would at least have a bidet.

 

jim and I are not handling this well, I am still tender from the kitten incident yesterday and he is pissed because i said I wasn't a short order cook for him tonight as he  races to go out to a play that I refused to see ( and he probably won't like anyway) I cook 90% of the time but I dont think it is too much to ask for him to fend for himself occasionally. so he followed me into the studio and started asking me about the principle of this and I shouted ,"There is no fucking principle...I just want you to leave my studio." and he loooked whiney and left.

okay he did add some drawer front to spots in the kitchen still left undone after a year and I am supposed to jump up and down, exploding with gratitude and offer him a five course meal before the play and a blow job after? sometimes I think I married Princess Charles only balder and with smaller ears.

 

I made an appointment for a massage and I am searching out a talk therapist. I am REALLY pissy lately. i hate puns.

Howdy Howdy all! I am using some personal information to help me illustrate a larger point--so stay with me--

 

Well my niece is at it again. Yet another young fellow has her attentions. The boy is really quite nice and very polite. Here is the thing that she is having some issue with--not bad issues--good issues. The way he shows her that he notices her. Mind you my niece(will be 15 this year) is under heavy supervision--some might even say she is sheltered to a degree. Phone calls are not monitored but they cease at 8pm and bed is at 9pm. She may speak to her friends on the phone from 7-8pm on weekdays and 7-9pm on saturdays. No phone on Sundays unless it is homework related or to her very best friend Linh (Who is trying to teach my niece how to speak vietnamese--so her mom lets them gab outside of the appointed times usually).

 

Back to the young fellow. He knocked on her door and asked her mother if he could start calling my niece on the phone. (I know! adorable!). Mom said yes after a short discussion of who he was and his school and who is parents are. He is being raised by a single father who drove him over to the house to ask. His father spoke to mom and stepdad about them talking to one another. He explained that he has strict rules for his son (ex-military) and wants to see the kind of family the young lady was from before letting him talk to her. I was like uhm --is Dad seeing anyone? LOL

 

At school he opens doors, carries her tray at lunch and her books. Gave her flowers when they went on their group date to the movies. A quote from my niece "Oh my Goodness Aunt Environgirl! This is how people should treat each other. It is so nice to be noticed nicely by someone for just being you. He is the nicest person I have ever met that was my own age."

 

Now my niece makes things and so she made him a nice simple friendship bracelet and decorated a book cover for his history book (the class they take together). She bakes also (we are a very domestic bunch of women--Ask Myclette ) and she makes them little treats to share during the walk home (could you just pinch their cheeks? How cute is that?)

 

Okay the point of this is that it really is nice to be noticed, which is why I like to let the people I like for just being themselves know by saying "Hey", if I get to greet them in the flesh or on the phone, or by reading what they have to say and commenting if I have time on Mindsay. I would like to say thanks to the folks who notice me and are cool with me just because I'm me. I think you are the bees knees as well...even if I dont always get to tell you in a timely fashion...I think one of these days I gotta put down what I dig about the folks on my friends list---Hmmm

 

 

How about some poetry...here goes...But first---(Cosmetics which cause Cancer in large groups of women is a form of violent action --even if there is no intent- the responsibilty to public health remains--This topic is important to me because I am female, I have worn cosmetics, the women and girls of my family wear cosmetics, the women I know wear cosmetics and The incidents of Cancer in women have risen even though deaths from Cancer have fallen--I rejoice that we are not dying at the same rate but I would rather we not GET IT in the first place and the things our bodies come into contact with are key...let's hold the money-makers accountable for what they sell us..--this is taken from my womens news blog). Our health is very important and it is something we can take control over readily and immediately--so we should. I underlined some of the passages in this poem that stuck out for me...

 

Violence Against Women

Once in the West Pennines I was shown
the source of the Industrial Revolution—

 

the first streams harnessed to the wheels
which drove the mills which spun out textiles

 

which emptied out the cottages and hillsides
and sent men and women down to Hades.

 

(Fast water and mountains without lime
and greed all complicit in the shame.)

 

Real men and women, flesh and blood
and long dead and ready to be understood—

 

and not those abandoned and unsaved
women who died here who never lived:

 

Mindless, sexless, birthless, only sunned
by shadows, only dressed in muslin,

 

shepherdesses of the English pastoral
waiting for the return of an English April

 

that never came and never will again.
Wheels turned, the jenny worked, a plain-

 

spoken poetry was chanted by the flow
and finished them. They were the last to know

 

what happened in this north-facing twilight,
the aftermath I saw there, staring at

 

an old site of injury, a hurt
that never healed and never can. O art,

 

O empire and the arranged relations,
so often covert, between power and cadence,

 

tell me what it is you have done with
the satin bonnets and the pastel sun, with

 

the women gathering their unreal sheep
into real verse for whom no one will weep? --Eavan Boland

 

Goddess Bless