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I wanted a bra: A tribute to my mother, who bought me a bra before I had boobies

In humor, life, memoir, motherhood, parenthood, woman on December 31, 2013 at 3:45 am

training bra

All I wanted were some boobies.

I was twelve, and my next-door neighbor and best friend had presented me with the holy grail of puberty: the training bra.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Delicate white lace, with a wee white flower and tiny green leaves right in the center between the two band-aids, I mean cups, and it was perfect.

I had to have it dammit. Read the rest of this entry »

New Year’s Resolutions Are Mostly Bull Shit.

In humor, life on December 30, 2013 at 7:35 pm

So for the most part, New Year’s Resolutions are total bull shit. I am not going to suddenly become patient or decide to become one with a greater power, unless that greater power  belongs in one of these four categories: 19th century literature, battery-operated toys, Godiva chocolate, or rock star.

I probably am still going to be anxious. Still gonna smile too much at strangersseriously, the other day when I was out with a friend, a creepy old man tried to offer me candy. Two pieces to be exact. I kid not.

And I am still probably going to say what I think before I’ve had the chance to decide if I should or not.

However, there are a few resolutions I have decided to keep:

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Five Quick Tips to Get Sexy Time Tonight

In humor, sex on December 29, 2013 at 3:04 am

Because I am a nice girl and am already petitioning Santa for 2014, here are some quick and easy tips to help you get laid tonight. Read the rest of this entry »

Stuff Parents of Only-Children do: Look honey, she’s taking a piss!

In humor, parenthood on December 29, 2013 at 2:51 am

Only kids.

You’re special. You’re one of a kind. Truly. There’s no competition. No one else ready to take your toys or your college fund money.

You’re the apple of your parents’ eyes.

You’re the focus of their worlds.

Everything is all about you, you, you, you, you.

Here’s a list of shit parents of Only-Children Do: Read the rest of this entry »

Sensitive People: Don’t we suck? No. We don’t.

In humor, life on December 26, 2013 at 6:02 pm

Have had enough of hearing of how I should learn to be less sensitive.

Might anyone know how I could go about doing that?

Maybe I need to watch a bunch of people being murdered….or watch a war right in front of me.

Or freeze my heart. Numb myself with unnecessary psychiatric medications.

Start pushing old people when they walk too slow.

Kick little kids that cry too much.

Tell strangers to go fuck themselves.

I am sensitive damnit!
I have been since I was a kid. I hated grass stains, milk, E.T., boy bands, and terrible blonde-dye jobs.

I have been able to cry at the drop of a hat since I was old enough to read: age 3.

I like the theatre, lingerie, comedy, loud families, tiaras, makeup, sex toys and role playing (not as a kid, thanks), big boxes of expensive chocolate, buying people presents, dance shows, and other THEATRICAL AND GRAND GESTURES OF LOVE AND EMOTION!!!

Bring on the shakespeare! Bring on the intensity! Break out the capital letters! The exclamation points!

I am sensitive. I cannot be taught to be different.

I have been abused, lied to,kicked, assaulted, mugged, and more.

I have been alone, afraid, broke, victimized, disconnected, and still…I cannot make myself some cold and unempathetic person.

I cannot be less sensitive.

So for those of you who may ask me to do so, here is my suggestion:

Go fuck yourself.

And I say this in the most sensitive way possible, of course.


A Woman who loves being who she is: intense sometimes, other times not, but definitely never boring.

The mindfuck of the holidays: Disapppointments, let-downs, orgasmic chocolate, and the climax of Christmas

In family life, life, love, mental health on December 26, 2013 at 5:49 pm

The other day I felt saddled with depression.

I say saddled because depression is like this nasty bitch that tries to choke you ten feet deep in the water. No matter how hard you try to get to the surface, depression grabs you by your gray-colored glassed throat and keeps you under.

I blame the holidays.

Between birthdays, family functions, and holidays, there are a lot of expectations in the air.

Quite frankly, I have only celebrated Christmas a few years now, and I am not sure how everyone does this.It’s the most wonderful time of the year, but it also comes with a set of expectations and demands that aren’t always easy to meet. Read the rest of this entry »

Get a Glow This Winter: Sex (& Beauty)

In Beauty, love, sex on December 23, 2013 at 11:20 pm

Man and Woman: Wall\

Wintertime doesn’t need to be a lonely time, if you do it right.

There’s a reason why so many babies are born in September.  What else are you supposed to do when it’s 26 degrees out, or there’s a tundra outdoors? You’re certainly not going to brave the outdoors, unless you’re one of those types, which I am not.

The only winter sport I feel fit to endorse, is sex. Try some of these ideas to keep that lovely glow about you without frying your skin in a tanning salon or taking an expensive vacation. Read the rest of this entry »

A Mom’s Christmas List: What we really want

In humor, love, motherhood, parenthood, sex on December 22, 2013 at 4:43 am

I know it’s the thought that counts, but sometimes people’s thoughts suck.

If it says, “As Seen on TV” on the box, I can tell you right now it’s a shitty gift unless the person is 80.

If it’s a sequined sweater or involves rhinestone patches and puffy paint, I don’t care if poor kids in Taiwan made it or my own kid concocted it.

Don’t wrap it!

Here is a list for  what kids should give to their mothers…and a “gift list” for those of you other halves  buying for a mom–or at least, a mom like me Read the rest of this entry »

Newly Dating? Don’t Break the Bank This Holiday

In love on December 19, 2013 at 5:47 pm


You’ve met someone new, and man, does he or she get you all riled up. And well, would ya look at that? It’s the holidays. You’ve got to score big with a kick-ass gift so you can keep this broad or dude’s interest?



Don’t. Break. The. Bank.

Read my other tips here.

Do you want to be nice to me this holiday? Would you like to leave me a little virtual present?

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4 Things Perverted Women Want Men to Know

In love, motherhood, sex, woman on December 17, 2013 at 9:40 pm

Lest you think that all moms are sexually numb and would rather feign a headache, I have news for you: women have sex drives too! Even mothers.

Ooh, I think you just got squirmy thinking of your mom doing it, didn’t you?

Check out this article in WebMD for differences between men and women, but when you’re done with the stats and the nonsense, come back to this reality: some women are just as perverted as the rest of you. And while there is no union per se–is there? I’d like a membership– we’ve got a few things we would like men to know. Read the rest of this entry »