Random Bits of (Very Unnecessary) Information

Random Bits of (Very Unnecessary) Information

One day, while at work, I was sitting at my desk checking in books when a man about my age came in with his three year old son.  He spoke to me for several minutes.  He asked a little about how I came to live in this small community, how I enjoyed it and what I did for fun.  They were general feeler questions that I didn’t mind answering because I like feeling like men are interested in me.  I sometimes fear I may just be slipping into the dating abyss and become completely invisible to men.  It seems dumb but I feel sorta’ shut off when it comes to men.  I am still not my witty, charming, dynamic self.

He sat down in the children’s section with his son and I could hear him reading to the boy. I have always appreciated, as a single parent, the effort put forward by other single parents to engage their children.  I spent many a long day, in the library with my son, reading and talking about books. It is nice to see parents doing productive things with their children.  I always felt it was important.

200356450-001After a while, he made his way back to my desk.  He explained that he had custody of his son and that he only planned on being in the area for a short period of time.  I really wasn’t interested in him but I didn’t mind chatting.  His son called him back over to the books. He had selected another book to read.  His dad ushered him toward to table that sat adjacent to my desk.  As he was reading to his son, they got to a line in the book. “The dinosaur brushed his teeth.” He then added, “That is something daddy always forgets to do.”

grossed-out-faceSometimes the things people say astonish me.  Why would you spend twenty minutes chatting a girl up then make a comment about your poor personal hygiene in front of her?  That is just gross.  I spent the duration of his stay in the library marveling at his lack of common sense.  When they settled on some books they stepped over to my desk. As I checked them out he smiled at me and said he hoped that he would see me again soon.  I gave him a quick smile and they left. “I hope not,” I mumbled as they exited.

It seems this would go without saying but here goes… If you are trying to get a feel for someone you think might be interested in you don’t say things, in their presence that’ll totally gross them out. Don’t offer information they don’t need.  It is gross that you don’t brush your teeth but to announce it is just stupid.

ConfusedI have a blogger friend who asked why the girl he was dating needed at least an hour to get ready for anal sex. I was dumbfounded.  I wasn’t confused that she might need some prep time.  I can think of several reasons that might be.  I was appalled that she told a guy she was casually dating she needed prep time.  I don’t understand why she thought it needed to be said at all.  Why does your date need to know you need to “prep” for sex.  If you’ve discussed sleeping together then all your partner needs to know is that you consent to said sex.  He doesn’t need to know you have to give yourself an enema (For Fuck’s Sake!) or that you need time to get things loosened up. (WTF!)

When it comes to dating, less information really is the best policy.  If you have a communicable disease you should be honest… You should just be honest but don’t tell people things that will gross them out. You shouldn’t tell people things that aren’t necessary or that will make them wonder what you are up to. Keep things simple and fun.

I Am Worthy

I was recently nominated for the TMI Award by Brooke at xoxoluvbb.  Sometimes I get awards I wonder if I truly deserve the honor.  I am not being modest, I just question the idea that my writing is inspiring or that my blog content is in fact awesome.  Of course being honored with these awards makes me all happy inside because I THINK my blog is awesome and I hope that my writing is inspiring.  But my blog has TMI in abundance.

From reading my blog one could safely assume I don’t have much of a filter which is true but my ultimate aim is to share my experiences in a way that is humorous, insightful and hopefully beneficial to my readers.  I hope that through my experience, knowledge and understanding can be gained and that my trial and error approach to life can help others as much as it helps me.

I live my life with no regrets.  I, as my friend Cakes McCain once said, “own my shit.”  I believe that by accepting the outcome of your experiences and finding ways to learn from every opportunity we can live a life without regret.  I don’t see the need in regretting any choice you can use to positively develop as person.  This line of thinking allows me the bravery to discuss my life without fear of judgment or persecution.  I love my world, my life and I don’t have regrets.

The TMI Award is an acknowledgement of those who do the same.  The writers brave enough to share even the difficult parts of their lives.  They share their experiences in the hope that others might take something of value away from their learning experiences.  I am proud to be in their company and graciously accept the TMI Award.

Here are the rules

Thank the person who presented you with the award.

Brooke at xoxoluvbb has a fantastic and wildly funny blog about the ups and downs of dating.  She always approaches the topic with optimism and humor.  Her writing is smart, funny and completely relatable. If you haven’t discovered her blog yet you should swing by and say hello.

Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.

Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 250 words or less.

The last time I went to Disney World, I was travelling with a female friend, my son and one of his friends.  As we all piled off the bus at Hollywood Studios, my friend pointed out a t-shirt and I looked behind me to read it.  As I turned back around my glasses flew off my face followed by a loud ding.  My head instantly hurt.  It took me a moment to realize that I had walked face first into a pole in front of about two thousand other people exiting the Disney buses.  They pointed and laughed and whispered.  The bastards!  My son turned around at the sound, smirked at me and asked, “Mom, did you just walk into that pole?”  My friend, who was doubled of laughing, managed to squeak out a yes.  She tried to ask if I was okay as felt the throbbing spot on my forehead.  Then I quickly yelled to my son, “Quick, take pictures of me before you can see the knot.”  He rolled his eye and said, “She’s fine.”  *I am actually fairly positive I had a concussion.  I was nauseous for the rest of the day, my equilibrium was off and I was having trouble focusing. But I stayed at the park all day because there was no way I was spending that kind of money to sit in the first aid building or my hotel room. ** I also theorized that the whole incident occurred due to the fact that I had said the “c” word the day before at the Magic Kingdom and Mickey doesn’t allow that kind of language in “the happiest place on earth.”

Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.

Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.

Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.

And the award goes to…

Life in the Dash Lane

Halfway Between the Gutters and the Stars

Xanax or Running Shoes

a2realhousewife

bornoutofbourbon

Thank you so much for the acknowledgement and congratulations to the winners!

 

 

The TMI Award Part Deux

The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter. 

The lovely and talented Lauren at Viciously Sweet and I put our heads together and decided that there was an award that was missing here in the blogsphere.  Where, oh where was the blog award that acknowledged the bravery and insanity required to share every messy detail of themselves with the good people of the interwebs?  Lauren was kind enough to use her talent to create this beautiful award and it is awesome.  So without further ado, I would like to present the rules and award to some of its first recipients. (Lauren and I are both handing out the awards.)

Here are the rules

Thank the person who presented you with the award.

Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.

Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 250 words or less.

Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.

Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.

Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.

And the award goes to…

Snarky Snatch

Liv Unleashed

The Obama Crat

Viciously Sweet

Another beautiful day in chaos

sexwithdexxx

xoxoluvbb

TMI Award!!!!

The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter. 

The lovely and talented Lauren at Viciously Sweet and I put our heads together and decided that there was an award that was missing here in the blogsphere.  Where, oh where was the blog award that acknowledged the bravery and insanity required to share every messy detail of themselves with the good people of the interwebs?  Lauren was kind enough to use her talent to create this beautiful award and it is awesome.  So without further ado, I would like to present the rules and award to some of its first recipients. (Lauren and I are both handing out the first round of the awards.)

Here are the rules

Thank the person who presented you with the award.

Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.

Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 100 250 words or less. (Based on the fact that Lauren and I both went over the word count I am upping it to 250.)

Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.

Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.

Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.

Bonus   

I am going to share my own awkward story.  No one but the person who was involves in said occurrence has ever heard this story.  I really can’t believe I am going to tell anyone but is very funny and gross.

One night I was spending the night with the guy I had been dating. We had been drinking and after a while we were both feeling frisky and went to his room to mess around.  I pulled down his pants and began to give him a blow job.  Sometimes I have a great gag reflex and sometimes I don’t.  When I am really drunk it can be pretty sensitive.  So anyway… I have him in my mouth and I take him all the way down (which I am proud of because he is very umm… long.)  For some reason he starts thrusting and he obviously can’t go any further.  The thrusting creates a kind of suction in my throat and I get really nauseous.  I can’t warn him because my mouth is full. So when he pulls out the contents of my stomach come up too.  Yes ladies and gentleman, I threw up all over his lap.  I probably would have been more embarrassed if I had been sober and he hadn’t freaked out the way he did.  He was trying to pick it up which was futile as trying pick up water with your fingers.  I fell over on my side laughing.  It still makes me laugh.  It is gross and embarrassing but really funny.  I was going to save it for my book but I wanted to share it with you guys first.  Aren’t you all soooooo lucky?

And the award goes to…

Future of Hope

Dater of Boys/How to Date Boys

The Wandering Mind

TyCurious

Running Naked with Scissors

MysteryCoach

Pasta for One

Search 4 a Soul Mate

Congrats!

Congratulations to all the winners!  I truly admire the openess and fearlessness with which you share yourselves.

TMI – The Great Outdoors

Today, I asked my son why he carried paper towels around with him when he went on bike rides.  He informed me that he prefers to go the bathroom outdoors.    I asked him why he liked going #2 outiside and he simply stated, “I don’t know.  I just do.”

WTF?

I hate public toilets, port-a-potties and especially crapping outside. I like to do my business in the bathroom at my house.  I am actually afraid of the outhouse like structures found at campsites but I would much rather use one than risk getting bit in the ass by something while shitting outside.

 Where the hell did he get the idea it was okay to poop in the bushes along the bike trail near our house?  And how does it become someone’s preference.  I am deeply disturbed by this. Deeply disturbed.

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