I’ve been feeling a lot bored and a little depressed lately. Slightly depressed and bored blogging doesn’t lead to interesting and fun-filled blog posts.
I told my husband I have been bored and that I have a very boring life and he asked me the “trick question.”
“What would make it less boring?”
Damned if I know.
Naked mud wrestling possibly? I’m a fat-ass too, so that would make the naked mud wrestling that much interesting. At least for the spectators.
But seriously, I’m pretty easy to entertain. Just let me do something occasionally that doesn’t involve my place of business or my own house.
I want to go on a picnic. I think that would be fun. I’ve been trying to convince my husband.
He used to like doing things like that, back when he was my boyfriend and not my husband.
Its sort of sad to admit that all the “rumors” about marriage are true. You’d be better off to just date forever.
Well, not all of them. We still have sex about the same amount as when we dated, but now I’m sleeping with a boring old man instead of a fun-loving old man.
I’d rather him not want to have sex with me, but still want to have fun.
After all...I can always get my sex from somewhere else.
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Friday, February 24, 2006
Will You Do It Just To Please Me?
I’m doing this window thing! Humor me by doing them for me. Mmmmkay?
If you don’t want to do my windows, then read and comment to the long ass post below this one.
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Thursday, February 23, 2006
Are You Sure I’m A Woman?
Hang on guys, this one is long, and there are no pretty pictures.....
Okay, so I’m not very feminine.
Since I was raised mostly by my single dad (with help from his grandmother and sisters), and had no sisters, only brothers, its not so surprising.
I don’t like to shop. Money is too dear to me. I need it for things like food and electricity. Sure, there is a $400 desk at World Market that I’d pretty much assassinate the president to own, but I’ll never buy it, because I have a perfectly serviceable writing desk and that $400 can be used to buy other things (like my husbands DVD box sets and massive Lego models...........but I’m not going there again right now)
I don’t like clothes. Give me a pair of worn in jeans and a baggy t-shirt and I’m happy. There are a few gothic dresses that I’m in love with, but I can’t really see myself ever wearing them. Yep, jeans and tees all the way.
I don’t like shoes. I have 4 pair. My sneakers, a pair of boots, flip-flops/sandals and my bedroom shoes. That’s all I need. Unless I’m out in public I’m barefoot anyway.
I don’t do makeup. I own makeup and I can put on makeup without looking like a clown who painted her face in the dark. I just prefer not to wear it.
I don’t get into doing my hair, getting my nails done, facials or bikini waxing.
I’m also lacking the clean gene. You know, the one that makes women nice little housewives.
I loath cleaning. I mean, I’ll do it. Our house isn’t a pigsty. We have 9 indoor animals (or 5 if you count the rats and mice by their cages and not their bodies) and the house only VAGUELY smells of animal. I vacuum. I wash dishes. I do the laundry. I sweep and mop. I even clean the bathroom.
But there are little things I never think of doing.
Like washing the walls.
My walls need washing pretty damn badly, because of the dogs. So do the livingroom curtains.
These are things that never occur to me unless I’m looking at some of the pictures I’ve taken indoors and see the dog-dirt smeared on the walls.
Holy fuck! I think, I need to wash my fucking walls.
But then I never do it.
And as for that maternal instinct....I might have the instinct of a nurse shark, but not a mommy. I don’t DO children. Crying babies make me want to break out the duct-tape. Annoying children make me think of jump ropes, kitchen chairs to tie them to with the jump ropes, and a dark closet to lock them in.
Don’t get me wrong...kids are nice in small doses. Well behaved kids that belong to other people. My niece and nephew are perfect. I can go visit them a couple of times a year. That’s all the kid I need.
Of course, I’m not into a lot of boy things either. I don’t like to hunt (though I love to eat me some deer meat). I DO like to fish. I don’t like sports, or cars, scantily clad women, or watching lesbian porn. Well.....maybe I do like lesbian porn, but I also like straight porn and man on man porn. I’m an equal opportunity porn watcher.
Wait...what was I talking about again.
Fucking train of thought.......
Growing up I wanted nothing more than to be a boy, like my daddy and like my brothers. All the time I was growing up I hung out with my brother and his buddies. I was one of the guys, except I didn’t have a penis and they did. Or I think they did. One of them did at least, that much I’m sure of, cause I’ve seen it.
Was there a point to any of the above?
Nope, not at all. But I have to talk about something sometimes, and the porn paragraph will certainly get me some hits from the perverts. I love the perverts.
Oh, and KatKat tagged me with a meme that I may or may not do in the near future. I swear I’ve done that meme recently though. If I find that I have I’ll just link that shit and then grump at KatKat for not having read it the first time. -grin-
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Well, Golly-geewhiz Aunt Lucy
Check it out. It’s the end of another workday and I’m still alive.
With the cough that I have and the sinus pressure, I’m not so sure alive is a good thing to be.
I actually just want my husband to get home so I can curl up on the sofa with him.
How strange is that? I actually want to be WITH my husband. Not just in the same room with him, but in comforting physical contact with him.
Surely he’s going to want to watch “Smallville”, and I’ll be sitting there reading “Fay”, but if I’m lucky he’ll put in an episode of “Lois and Clark.” After all, if I’m going to be forced to be in the same room with Superman, then “Lois and Clark” is the lesser of two evils.
Oh, and I have a gazoo. I’m keeping him in a box for now. Can you free him?
I’m thinking about asking for a gazoo every seven days, and putting it in this box in different places for people to find. I wonder how many people will find them if I did that?
Unless you surf Blogazoo then you’re probably a coufused soul right now. Thats okay. Its not for you anway.....of course it can be, if you sign up at blogazoo.
Its not been too horridly cold, neither has it decided to stop being warm. We have days warm enough to break out the shorts, and the very next day will be a “sweats and coat” day.
As much as I love how deeply the cold weather usually lets me sleep (that is, when I DON’T have a sinus infection like I do now) I think I’m about ready for the warm to stay warm.
My mother in law has hurt her back. She’s been bedridden for about 3 days now. I’m worried about her, but she’s been to the hospital and there’s nothing I can do for her other than make myself available if she needs me.
I’ve not actually been able to SEE her since she hurt herself. Every time I go to visit she is asleep.
I miss everyone here. I get so wrapped up in my internet activities I wish I could find the free hours in a day to give proper attention to them all. -sigh-
I’m still struggling with the whole Fat Rejection thing. I’m thinking about making a weekly post updating on my weight loss, just to keep me on track. Probably on Fridays.
Would any of my readers totally hate that, or is it something you would like to see? Let me know.
I’ve been spending way to much time on Deviantart recently. I’ve been looking at hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of pictures of furries, and now I’m just ACHING to immortalize my sweet and recently departed Haruko in a fursona. And Nippy too...even though Nippy has been gone a long time. She really was my special baby. And Buddy! There would have to be Buddy! A whole family of rattie furries.
I’ve also had an itch to revive a couple of shape shifters I used to write about. (Yeah, I’m one of those internet wannabe writers. Read my shit at Noner's Notebook)
I’m not entirely sure why I’m suddenly obsessed with people who have full body fur, ears and a tail, but I am. I’ve devoted a large part of my day today to looking at fucking furrie art because I can’t draw worth a shit...only to discover that there is a horrific lack of good Rat furries. Canines and felines abound...of Rodentia little was found.
Speaking of fucking furrie art, that brings me to my discover today of yiffy. Don’t know what yiffy is? Consider yourself the lucky one. Furrie porn is not something I want to see again anytime soon.
Furrie porn = animal penises (or humanoid animals with human penises)...there you go....that makes the animal penis keyword search bringing you to my blog valid. Happy now?
It probably also validates my “adult” rating on Blog Explosion. For some reason that makes ME happy. I mean, I earned my profanity label and in a recent entry and now this one I’ve talked enough sex to warrant my “adlut” status as well.
You know, its really hard to think of something interesting and hopefully comment worthy. I had to THINK about this. I almost wrote about how I still have a sinus infection, how my snot is yellow, how I have to do housework with aliens nesting in my brain and flesh eating bacteria gnawing at my uvula.
Domestic blogging.
Or I could still be pet-blogging. I can pet blog with the best of them. I have enough fucking pets for it. I even ripped off the SBC idea (so much for me pretending to have creative ideas of my own) and started a Beastly Blogs Club. (The BBC....damn I didn’t put enough thought into that one.)
But, I’m not bitching about being sick, doing housework or pet blogging. Instead I’m telling you about my semi-furrie fetish, the kissing cousin of bestiality and pimping other sites of mine, and other sites that I play with but are not mine.
Fuck..I just figured out why I have no readership (Aside from my loyal 2)! I need to stop sending you to other places!
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
The Keywords unlocking my blog
I’m just a bit bothered by the fact that “animal penises” is the #2 search keyword that brings people to this blog.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
I don’t remember every having mentioned an animal penis. I have mentioned penises, and I have mentioned animals, but never together. I’m sure of it.
I’m am happy to see, however, that people are searching for my blog by name. Yep...”Yummy Down on this” is in the top 10 keyword searches that bring people to me.
Does that make me internet famous? (Ignoring, of course, the fact that it also happens to be Bloodhound Gang lyrics.)
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Monday, February 13, 2006
Material Motivation and Abnormal Sex Drives
So, it has been a few days since I have anything to say. In my silence I hear the internet’s collective sigh of releif. So, when I got sick, of course I had to come back.
I went to bed about 2 this morning and woke up at 1 this afternoon with a massive sinus infection and a throat that feels as if I might have some flesh eating bacteria making a meal of my uvula.
Speaking of being sick...
Valentines Day is tomorrow. I had planned on making sugar cookies for everyone at work, but I not feel like it anymore. Quite literally, in fact, considering I don’t even really feel like sitting up at the computer, most less standing in the kitchen.
Also, I’m suddenly feeling rather BLAH about the whole thing.
It’s not because I’m single, because I’m not. Its not because Valentines is a commercial holiday, because it is...but so is every other holiday out there.
I think its just because the hating of Valentines day has long been a way of life for me. Because I used to be single...for a long, long, long time. Because once I got past the age in school where you had to bring valentines for everyone in the class, I quit getting valentines gifts.
I’m not getting Robert anything, because I have no money. I spent the last of my christmas cash on getting Sushi and Tofu, and since Robert puts all of my check into the bank...no dough, you know?
He’s not getting me anything either. I know this because he never gets e anything.
The first year we were together was the only year he got me anything. I’ve gotten him something EVERY year, up until now.
Yeah, I’m pretty much material good motivated. Robert pretty much just wants to get his dick sucked.
And that brings me around to the fact that I’m not currently having sex with my husband. It’s a conscious decision on my part.
Yeah, I’m a heartless bitch who wont put out.
Pretty much because when I want to have sex, I get none. Usually because he’s watching the box set of the week (He just finished 7 seasons of Stargate, he’s currently watching Seaquest.). I get ignored, I get pushed aside as the volume of the tv gets turned up.
Meanwhile, he comes into the bedroom at 2am expecting to get a bit. Okay, at 2am I’m sleepy, not horny, and I’ll never understand why his sex drive doesn’t seem to kick in until the wee morning hours.
Generally he wont go away until I give in.
Lately I’ve not been giving in. And I’ve been losing a lot of sleep.
So, will Robert get laid for V-day? Not unless its before midnight and I get something in return.
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Saving the World one Price Sticker at a Time
For those of you possibly stumbling across me for the first time, I work retail. I’m a sales associate at a large arts and crafts store.
I like my job.
Given my inclination to bitch about it, you probably find that hard to believe. But I really do. It’s the customers I don’t like.
But this isn’t a customer rant.
I also get a small sense of satisfaction from what I do. Especially if I have a very productive day. A day when I get all the stock on the shelf. A day when I take a customer trashed section and make it look less like a hurricane went through it.
Granted, this isn’t the same kind of satisfaction that a doctor probably feels when he’s saved a life, or a minister gets when he’s converted a heathen. But its slightly better than the satisfaction you feel after taking a good shit.
I first noticed this feeling of satisfaction when I was given the task of recovering and downstocking the spring flowers. What the hell is recovering and downstocking, you ask? Well, recovering is cleaning up the random crap that customers pick up off one shelf then decided the don’t want and put down on a different shelf in a different area of the store. Downstocking is taking the stuff out of storage and putting it in the empty spaces on the shelf.
The spring flowers looked like shit, but when I was done they actually looked pretty. Yes...pretty. Row upon row upon row of bright colored flowers, so full you couldn’t even see the shelves they were on.
That was nice.
I felt this satisfaction to a lesser degree today after I re-tagged some shelves. Now the customer have new and improved price tags to not pay attention to.
I have a notebook in my apron at work (it’s a book I make important notes in, like what shelf is empty and what time I go to lunch) and it has a Mary Engelbreit quote on it. That quote is along the lines of, “The key to happiness isn’t doing what you like, its liking what you do.”
So my point is...(and I do have a point)...that you don’t have to have a fancy job to take satisfaction in what you do. You don’t have to save lives or fix computers. You don’t even really have to KNOW anything (except for maybe where the Styrofoam balls are) You just have to have a job, and do your job, and do it to the best of your ability. The satisfaction comes naturally.
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Good News and Sad News
Today is a day with an up and a down.
The good news is that I was offered posting privilege to the SBC today and I didn’t even have to sleep with anyone to get it.
I was pleasantly pleased, and of course I said yes. Too bad now I actually have to think of something to say there (aside from the first post I made which is up now.)
And coming IMMEDIATELY on the heels of that offer I found out that Webkittyn has lost a very dear friend of hers. Her little furry baby, Duncan, died from, as far as I understood, complications coming out of anesthesia.
My heart goes out to her.
If the Lion and the Lamb can lay together in human heaven, then I guess that means her Claude and my Haruko are playing together over the Rainbow Bridge.
By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill, Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still. Where the friends of man and woman do run, When their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next, Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest. On this golden land, they wait and they play, Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness, For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness. Their limbs are restored, their health renewed, Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care, Until one day they start, and sniff at the air. All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back, Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met; Together again, both person and pet. So they run to each other, these friends from long past, The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart, Has turned into joy once more in each heart. They embrace with a love that will last forever, And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.
See, this morning I did something very stupid. I was making a grilled cheese sandwich, and when I went to flip it over it fell off my spatula. At that point I reached out with my free hand.
Stupid.
Some cheese had leaked out of the edge of the sandwich and got on my finger. It hurt like a sonofabitch. My first instinct, which I acted on, was to put my finger in my mouth.
That, of course, brought the hot melted cheese into contact with my tongue.
So my tongue got scalded and I have a burn blister on my finger.
Stupid.
Stupid and painful.
Speaking of stupid and painful things, I’m trying to make an “intro” for my more or less nonexistent podcast. Its up at YummY! Out Loud. Go tell me what you think.
Send me some Aduio comments saying YummY or YummY out loud or YummY Down on This and they may be included in future attempts at intro making.
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Saturday, February 04, 2006
Further Infestation of Vegetarian Food Products
I didn’t get to adopt the two little rat girls I mentioned earlier.
Its not that the adoptee thought I was a bad pet owner or anything, but she had her reasons.
Her reason was that the two I wanted to adopt had gotten homes already.
So, I got to adopt two of their sisters instead.
They were younger than I expected, only 2 months old, so they are still little handfuls. And I will get the pleasure of having them for the biggest part of their lives.
These two girls didn’t have a name. One I immediately named Tofu. The other one is still waiting to be named, though I’m leaning heavily towards the name Sushi which was suggested by an online friend.
I’m looking for a “food or beverage” theme name, since I have a Java and a Tofu.
Other suggestions have been, Mandarin, Snickers, Kumquat, Bread and Butter.
Some non-food related names have been Lark, Willow, Buffy, Posh, Edamane, Kefir and Amy.
Tofu, is the one in the back of this picture. She’s actually the outgoing one and has QUICKLY won my heart. The not yet named one is more bashful. I’m going to have to spend more time with her to try and get her to open up.
I had a surprise visit to the library yesterday. I was out with my husband and he just pulled into the lot and stopped the car.
“We’re going to the library?” I said. “I didn’t know we were going to the library!”
As a reader, I get a little overwhelmed when I go into the local library. So many choices! I can wander around for hours and still have not picked a thing out to read.
Usually, I have notice before visiting the library and I will go to the library’s website the night before with my list of “to read” books and see which ones they have in at that moment. That way when I go in I know EXACTLY where I’m looking for and where it is and I can go get it. I can still browse, but at least I know I’ll have SOMETHING.
Well, yesterday, not only did I not have my list of what I wanted to read that they actually had in at the moment, but we (my husband and I) found out they had REARRANGED the library.
What kind of person rearranges a library? My young adult books (a guilty pleasure) were not where they were supposed to be. My husbands Sci-fi novels were not where he left them. Even the K section where the Dean Koontz books are located was in a different spot!
My head was spinning.
As it were, I ended up grabbing two random novels off the shelf. “Fay” by Larry Brown and “City of the Beasts” by Isabel Allende. Neither of them were on my “to read” list, but I guess they are now.
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006
A New Baby for YummY! ?
In searching for a new cagemate for my Java (who shoudln't have to live alone as rats are companiable animals that perfer friends) I was looking for rats in recues that needed homes and I came across a lovely pair of young female rats in my city who need a home.
I've e-mailed the adoption agency asking them if the rats were still available, how old they are, and what their adoption policy is.
Hopefully, with any luck, these two girls are meant to be mine.
If for some reason I don't become their forever home I think I will keep looking into rescues and adoptions agencys.
Like dogs and cats, I'm sure there are plenty of good rats out there just waiting on a good home. And there are even fewer people looking to adopt rats than are looking to adopt rats.
I went to bed last night angry at my husband who was throwing another one of his "I'm a 2 year old boy, not a 39 year old man" temper tantrums. This one at 1:30 in the morning.
I woke up this morning in a foul, vile, evil mood. If looks could kill, everthing my gaze fell on this morning would be melting.
I'm also in one of those moods where it bothers me that the whole reason I exist is to make the owner of the Michaels corporation just a little bit richer.
I work my life away. All I ever do is work. I go to work around 1pm ever day. I work until about 9:15 (when we get the last of the customers out of the store...they have no respect for us wanting to go home. Last night one lady was still in there browsing at 9:30.....30 mintues after our final closing announcement, 30 mintures after the lights had gone off in the store....after EVERY employee in the place had walked up to her, asked if she wanted help and told her we were CLOSED.)
I never do anything fun.
Its either work, or housework every day of my life. Occasionally we will go to see a movie, but between cellphones, crying kids, and people with too much cologne sitting RIGHT NEXT TO ME who have no concept of personal space, I can't even enjoy the movies anymore.
Its depressing. I'm dull. I'm lifeless. I'm depressed.
I want to go on a vacation.
That little crab picture was taken at a place called Fripp Island. My sister in law has a beach house on Fripp Island. She rents it out in the summer, and every summer I go and clean it. It sits mostly empty all winter long, and this winter has felt more like spring. It would be wonderful to go spend a weekend at Fripp. His sister woudln't mind. I could probably arrange to get a friday, satruday and Sunday off of work and go.
But my husband WONT go. He's never been to the beach house, never want to go to the beach house. Says its "too far away."
I can't blame it all on Robert though.
I could go with my Mother-in-law and that would be fun but....not the same. Probably more relaxing than with my husband though. My mother-in-law never throws temper tantrums. She gets mad plenty, but never a tantrum has been thrown in my presance. Then there is the guilt presance.
I haven't been to visit my dad in several months. He has no phone so I can't call him. If I did manage to arrange 3 days off in a row I would feel guilty if I DIDN'T go see him and that would kind of defeat the purpose.
Robert has been wanting a vacation for a couple of years now. He wants to go to Disney in Florida. We haven't been able to afford to go.
He was raised with a vacation every year. I was raised without a vacation ever. To him a vacation is an all or nothign deal.
To me, 3 days at Fripp sounds like heaven.
Except for the inevitable guilt that would come with it.
Screw it. I guess I don't need a vacation at all. Its pretty much a damned if I do, Damned if I don't arrangement anyway.
(Well, this was another depressing blog, wasn't it. And Jeckles used to wonder why I never put any real content up here....its cause nobody wants to read my sob story shit every day)
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