Ginger

Dr crap

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 19:56:24 GMT

Went to the doc today... I'm still in the dark. They did more xrays then they will have their people look them over then we will go from there. I will know something in 24 hours or 7 days... just depends. Then after that I will be sent to Ortho for some nerve testing.... then who knows after that.

I got my ears looked at and apparently it's a fabrication that my ears hurt because they look fine. She did say something about TMJ. I don't know what exactly that means but she thinks that's my problem.

They pulled a shit load of blood today.

I have a pinched nerve in my neck. Been informed I need to re-arrange my desk at work. I have a huge knot on the back of my neck.

My blood pressure was 147/87... not normal for me. Pretty high actually. That's a concern as well.

So, it's just a waiting game at this point.

What a waste...

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 18:22:46 GMT

Or so I thought. I called the place I had the dr appt with and they inform me that they had to cancel my appointment. *le fucking sigh*

I got super ticked off but after I cooled off and thought about a different plan, I called another place and they have me coming in tomorrow morning at 10 am. I really wish I would have called them sooner. I might have actually known something by now.

Anyway, I will get my xrays looked at and my ears... right now, that's all that matters.

Yesterday, I did laundry and played some guild wars. I got a couple of phone calls but my ears have been hurting so I'm trying not to be on the phone that much... lame but true.

I got the mommy blues... and I just feel under appreciated in so many ways. I suppose everyone does at some point.

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 05:26:13 GMT

Robert Browning

A Woman’s Last Word

Let's contend no more, Love,
Strive nor weep:
All be as before, Love,
---Only sleep!

What so wild as words are?
I and thou
In debate, as birds are,
Hawk on bough!

See the creature stalking
While we speak!
Hush and hide the talking,
Cheek on cheek!

What so false as truth is,
False to thee?
Where the serpent's tooth is
Shun the tree—

Where the apple reddens
Never pry---
Lest we lose our Edens,
Eve and I.

Be a god and hold me
With a charm!
Be a man and fold me
With thine arm!

Teach me, only teach, Love
As I ought
I will speak thy speech, Love,
Think thy thought—

Meet, if thou require it,
Both demands,
Laying flesh and spirit
In thy hands.

That shall be to-morrow
Not to-night:
I must bury sorrow
Out of sight:

--Must a little weep, Love,
(Foolish me!)
And so fall asleep, Love,
Loved by thee.

It's called...

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 03:56:22 GMT

Hoping for nothing and it coming true.

Gotta love life. It's a cynical bastard with a cruel sense of humor.
I should be use to that by now.

All moved in...

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 01:27:30 GMT

We got her all moved in... FINALLY! That is an all day affair. I'm physically and emotionally drained. Topped off.

I never thought it would be like this... I just didn't think I would be so...

Anyway, I've been dealing with an earache from hell for several days now. It's gotten pretty rough. I figure if it can just hang till my doc appointment, I'll have it looked at. No need for more than one trip.

I have so much crap to do. Laundry, cleaning this shithole up and pretending that I care tomorrows my birthday. I'd rather just tuck myself in bed and sleep it away. I don't want to be around anyone and I don't want them to wish me a happy birthday. Yeah, I am a bitch and I am in a funk. What of it?

I'm just disjointed.

Ice, Ice baby!

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 23:57:02 GMT

This morning I'm rushing around knowing that my house is old, drafty and pretty chilly during the winter months but dang, I live in Oklahoma... the southern part, it stays warmer here than it does in hell. I knew from the forecast that it was freezing temperatures outside but my husband assured me this morning before he left at 3:30 a.m. that there was no ice and it was traveling safe. (Remember this tidbit of information, will ya?)

So, I shower, grab something to take for lunch, put my pants, shoes and bra on... grab a coat to cover my bra so I can start my car for it to be warmed up by the time I'm ready to leave. I grab the keys, my foot hits the porch and slides to China. Thankfully, it takes me upright with it.

As I curse under bated breath at that sorry good for nothing husband of mine, I gently ease my way back to the door and hope that my ass don't find the porch and cement steps instead. After I praise all the gods of the universe that I didn't fall and break yet another bone in my feeble body, I think... how the hell did he get out of this venus fly trap?

God didn't give me brains for nothing. A plan arises. I get my half naked butt to the kitchen turn on the hot water, find a pitcher, fill it with salt. I slather the porch and steps with my new brilliant plan. I shall not be defeated by you demoned icicles! For good measure only, I fill the pitcher again but this time I put soap in it and slather the porch as well as steps in the concoction. This fail safe idea came from the internet or some folklore telling me that soap won't freeze. Okay, so now I'm doubting my brilliance but it worked.

I make my way to the car, go to open the door and it is frozen? Yes, frozen. I go around to the other side. Slightly frozen but not as bad as the other side, so I gain access. My brilliance deduced that heating the inside will gain me access once it melts the outside. I know... stunning, huh?

I return to the house. Finish dressing and command the world be in peace for the 30 minutes it takes me to get to work because once I'm in town, I'm stopping by the employment of the man and giving him a what for and a good piece of my mind. Yeah!

Once I get into my car and head out the drive way, I notice that I'm the only other stupid ass attempting to get in my car or even drive at this hour. Whimps. I, of course, thumb my nose at them because of my obvious prowess. I have achieved superiority over the masses! In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! as Galadriel says to Frodo! MWUAHAHAHAHAAHA!

I pull up to the stop sign waiting for traffic to clear out so that I can get on my merry travels on the highway when a fire truck passes by. Hmmm. Then more sirens approach. This time it is the ambulance. Hmmm. They are all heading the direction I am. Hmmm.

I will say I waited about 5 seconds debating on whether or not I wanted to forge on into what must be a fiery pit of chaos. What was the deciding factor? What if that is my husband they are going to save? I might be able to finish his ass off before they get there... if I hurry. (Truly, this isn't what I thought but it sounded better than the whimpering and tears that swelled in my eyes.)

I'm cruising about 35 miles per hour. People are passing me like there is no tomorrow. Hmmm. Perhaps, there is no ice on the freeway. Perhaps, they have salted it down even though I see no hint of it. I ease on up to 45 mphs. I'm getting my confidence built up despite common sense telling me to shut.her.down. I find my rate of 50 mphs just brink of the "wild side".

Then I come upon a bridge. Bridges are lovely creatures. They live a life all of their own. Despite what temperature the dirt is at the moment, a bridge rebels to be it own person by not complying with the norm of dirt. Many people forget this tidbit of information. Not I... I know this as I nearly slide my car sideways across that lovely metal, concrete bridge. Yeppers. My salad was almost tossed. I now have a huge commitment between my asshole and the seat cover on the drivers side. I think they french kissed to be the rumor I heard.

Now, I being a person of intellect realize that slamming on my breaks isn't the wisest thing to do... so I tap them rapidly as a huge semi-fucking-trailer-truck is closing the gap between me and Saint Peter. Not to worry... my car finds its footing and we are back to normal tread in no time flat.

Once I get the butterflies out of my throat and back into my stomach, slow the car down back to 25 mph, detach the new found love of my asshole and car seat cover I wonder... what the hell was I thinking!

I managed to get to work in one piece mind you but at a very slow steady rate. Never again will I attempt the quest of stupidity again. I will leave that to the idiots that obviously like their asses tongued by the steering wheel. Personally, I prefer other ministrations of my backside that are less abrupt... or of human touch.

I did go by my husbands work and seen that his car was in the parking lot in one piece and continued on my way to work. I figured with the way my luck was running, if I stopped to bitch his ass out I'd find myself sliding in the doors ass first. I had already avoided slipping a semi-truck in my anal cavity already. No need to press my luck even further.

Plucking?!?!

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 21:03:49 GMT

I'm not one of those girlie girls. You know the ones I'm talking about. The ones that wrinkle their noses at the slightest of odors, asks "what's that?" before they touch it or decide to touch it.. much less wonder if they want to be in the same room as it.

It amazes me that these ladies ever manage to pluck or shave a damn thing for the "eww's and Oh.My.God's". I envision a mild scrap as a trip to the ER demanding a blood transfusion. Okay, so I'm over dramatizing... maybe, but how the hell do they do it?

I find myself resorting to plucking. Eyebrows at first... but then I said screw that shit! I'll get them waxed. Did that and was blinded by tears for a full 30 seconds but the pain wasn't that bad and the bleeding was minimal.

Then I see these hairs around my lips. Hairs that weren't there before that just appeared out of no where. One day none, one day a flock of weeds started sprouting like I had fertilizer on my freaking face! Where the hell are the tweezers? These bitches are coming out!

Did you know that not only does your eye water when you are pulling hairs from your lips but your nose runs and there might be some sneezing explosions from the face. So lets assess this situation. You have tears running down the cheeks making the path wet, you have snot running out of your nose slicking up anything below the nostrils, then an occasionally facial explosion that lubes the hand, picking device and anyone within a 50 yard distance. Nope, not gonna work.

*deep resolved sigh*

With one swift swipe of the wax from that lady that asks in her sweet little accent "You want your eyebrows waxed?" and all this needless suffering is abolished. Like the acceptance of some savior in your life, you are free from your woes and trifles.

Sue Ling has now seen I have a hairy forehead and doesn't mind waxing my bushy brows to a tamable nice neat thin line of perfection, will now take my hairy lip to that sleek kissable status in no time flat!

After she does my eyebrows, I just think of all those women who go to get their eyes done for thousands of dollars. Don't they know just one trip to the waxing lady will give you that no crow look for a few hours? I'm sure she would do it daily if you wanted it. Nice buffy eyes with perfected brows... not to mention, you look like you have applied some heavy reddish eye shadow just under your new found model-like eye brows! Simply stunning.

Now, we move on to the lip waxing. This nice warm wax is your friend. Repeat that twenty times really fast as Sue Ling rips my left lip from my face and I bite the words "youfuckingbitch!" back from my tongue because my nose is now running and my eyes are too. I can't see her to punch her now for sure.

As the removal of my right lip occurs, I realize... I am fucking beautiful. I am a sex goddess. Kissable, winkable and eye catching.

Once I blow my nose and wipe the tears from my eyes and I receive the mirror from Sue Ling with her wish "You look pretty now." I see that my buffy eyes match my red buffy lip... however, when I smile... guess what? No laugh lines! NONE! What's a little snot and tears for a make over? Really! This was cheap compared to those over priced salons. A little foundation applied appropriately and you have the fullest, luscious "LIP" with no laugh lines for under $50.00 and within 5 minutes.

Not to mention, no hospital fees or needles in any part of my body.

I wander home with this new beautified perfection of self. Look in the mirror to enjoy the new me when... What.The.Fuck.Is.That!

My God! I'm growing a full grown beard?!?!?

My mind races through the days events and I realize that if what holds true, there's no fucking way I'm going to have my chin waxed! Before the day is through, I will look like a fucking double chinned reddening turkey wattle! NO way. NO freaking way.

Where are the tweezers? Screw waxing. S.O.B.'s! I'd like to kick every girlie girls butt right here and now. Bitch slap their asses. Least we'd all look a like!

Hey, you! Yah, you. Come a little closer.

Bourbon, where's the bourbon?!?!

"Shut Up and Fuck Me"

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 02:45:46 GMT

Did you ever meet anyone that turned you on so much at first glance that you just hated him for it? OK, that sounds twisted, I know. But damn it, I'm going through life, minding my own business (for a change) and up to me walks this guy, says a polite hello...and my clit whimpered and tried to climb out of my panties. And that is just as uncomfortable as it sounds.

I gave him an ugly look and snapped something rude. He smiled at me gently and said "bad day, huh?" That REALLY pissed me off. Where the hell did he get off assuming I'm some kind of nice person the rest of the time...and oh, shit, I carried on like this for a good twenty minutes. He got more and more amused, until I just wanted to belt him one. Finally, I stalked off in a huff, heels clattering out my hostility...which really echoed nicely off the concrete in the parking garage. I slammed my purse down on the hood of my car to hunt for my car keys. That echoed, too. The little squeaking sound I made when he grabbed my arm and spun me around echoed. The crack of my palm across his face seemed to echo forever. His mouth coming down on mine, his tongue thrusting, his fingers gripping my ass...well...that didn't make any sound at all.

I struggled for a good nanosecond before I sucked his tongue with everything I had and ground my hips against the rather sizeable bulge arguing with his jeans. I have never wanted a hot, nasty fuck so much in my life. He slid a thigh between my legs and raised it slightly, and I GROUND my cunt against it. My hands were everywhere on him...his face, his hair, his shoulders, his chest...his nipples were hard, my fingertips discovered, and he liked having them pinched lightly. That made me wonder if he liked having them sucked...and I still feel bad about that nice shirt. I MEANT to unbutton it, but my left hand didn't get the message. The yank-rip-suck combination nearly made him cum in his pants. I tongued and nibbled his nipples until he gasped at me in some kind of private language. I smiled and nodded.

Apparently what he had said was "may I yank your pantyhose down, toss you up on the hood of your car and eat you?" because that's exactly what he did. His mouth came down like it owned my pussy...licking, slurping, nibbling...biting the lips gently, possessively...flicking against my rigid clit. He gripped my ankles and shoved them up...and his mouth slid down to my ass. He bit me on both cheeks, licked and nibbled, then slid his tongue very lightly up the crack of my ass. Very lightly. So close...so very close. I moaned helplessly, unable to tell him what I wanted. Not that I had to. The minute I surrendered and made the "I want you" sound, his tongue thrust into my ass. He tongue fucked my hole until I was clawing at the hood of the car, trying desperately to hold on and not scream. His mouth moved up to my clit and he sucked it in as one index finger slid in and out of my juicy cunt. My back arched as the slick finger slid into my ass as he power-sucked my clit. I came...and why every windshield in there didn't shatter I do not know.

We both froze...me because my brain had exploded and him because he knew somebody had to have heard me scream. Nothing happened. No guards or cops showed up. His eyes gleamed at me and his hands moved. I heard the clink of his belt, the sharp sound of his zipper and the laughter in his voice as he said "come here, bitchy mouth." He slid me off the car, skirt going up to my waist, and my naked ass landed on the cold metal of the bumper. Once the shock of that wore off, I discovered it was a dandy little seat for comfortable cock sucking. It worked out well for him, too, because he could lean forward and brace his palms against the hood of the car while I sucked the absolute hell out of his swollen cock. I stared up at him, watching him watch his cock slide deeper and deeper into my mouth...his eyes getting wide with disbelief as he felt himself slide over my tongue and into my throat. I chuckled and the sound vibrated against him, causing his eyes to roll back into his head, his hips to thrust and his entire load to shoot down my throat.

He sat on the bumper next to me for a while, pants and underwear down around his ankles. I think he was trying to get his eyes to focus. I was trying, but not very hard, to get the shit-eating grin off my face. I had never seen a man so completely blind-sided by an orgasm. Finally, he blinked a couple of times and said "wow." I chuckled again, sort of a triumphant sounding chuckle. He looked at me and smiled slowly. "Now you're in trouble," he said softly.

He stripped me naked while holding my wrists pinned behind me, his mouth on mine. Didn't pop one button, either. The sheer wicked arousal of being naked in a public place was intoxicating. I ground my body against him, flaunting myself, feeling free and hornier than I've ever been. I wanted it NASTY and I wanted it NOW. He slid his hands all over me and put his mouth against my ear. "Ever had a complete stranger watch you fuck while jacking off before?" I tilted my head at him. "Huh?" I said. He grinned. "There's a guy in a van over there watching us. His beating off." I froze for a second, then thawed rapidly. I discovered at that second I'd had exhibitionist tendencies laying dormant. They surged to life and I grinned. "Then let's give him a good show."

He moved me to the corner of the hood, turned me around and bent me over. I braced myself and he rubbed his stiffening cock against my ass, then thrust it into my pussy. I wiggled back at him, loving the way my ass felt as it rubbed against his pubic hair, loving the way my tits jiggled with every movement...and loving knowing the guy in the car was stroking his cock while watching all of it. "Fuck me!" I moaned loudly. "Fuck my hot cunt! Pound your cock in me!" He gripped my hips tight and obliged, each stroke coming in hard enough to lift me to my toes. I humped back at him, feeling every inch of him stroke so deeply.

We screwed like crazy, with no attempt to be quiet. Our bodies slapped together, are breathing was harsh and ragged, and neither one of us could shut up. I kept howling "fuck me!" and he released a running stream of compliments about my hot, wet, tight cunt. My cunt got hotter and tighter when I came violently, and got a lot wetter when he came with an equal force. He stayed hard, slamming his cock deep into my creamy pussy, then took it out and rubbed it up and down the crack of my ass. "Yes!" I said in a cracked voice. "OH, YES!!"

He worked his cock into my ass slowly and carefully. He felt huge! His balls slammed against my clit as he began to pump. I thrust my ass back, wanting every inch of his cock to impale my hot, horny hole. He built up the rhythm slowly, until he fucked my tight hole in a frenzy. He reached around me, one hand gripping my left nipple hard, the other going right for my clit and rubbing. The combined sensations nearly drove me insane. He withdrew suddenly, turned me and flipped me easily up on the hood of the car. He grabbed the backs of my knees and shoved hard, thrusting his cock into my hole as my ass rose.

"Yes!" he breathed, watching his cock fuck my asshole. "YES!! So fucking tight! Your hole is so fucking tight! Spread your pussy lips!" I reached down, and spread myself open for him. He looked demented, eyes dark and gleaming, gasping through his mouth. "Fuck my hole DEEP!" I said loudly. "Fuck my ass DEEP!" He licked his lips, nodded helplessly, and worked his hips as fast and as hard as he could. It was an orgy of pleasure/pain and I wanted it to go on forever. "Fuck me," I said again. "Fuck me so hard I can't stand it. Fuck my tight hole ALL the way open! Fill my ass with your cum! Flood me with your hot cum! I want my ass to overflow!"

The single most erotic sight I've ever seen was the stunned expression on that man's face. Ah, I thought, and raised my head, glaring at me. "Do you hear me?" I howled. "Fuck it OPEN!! Fuck my ass HARD!! Fuck my ass like a whore's cunt!! Make me your ass-pussy!! SCREW MY HOLE!! Flood my with cum!! I want to feel your hot cream pour down both my legs. I want you to shoot a LOAD in me!! I want that big dick of yours to pump and pump and PUMP cum into me!! Fill me!! FLOOD ME WITH YOUR CUM!!"

He fucked my ass like a machine, his face twisted with ecstasy, sweat pouring, his slick palms shoved into the backs of my knees. His eyes had gone blank, every nerve ending in his body stimulated by his relentlessly fucking cock. I rubbed my clit, making myself cum again and again, shrieking "FUCK ME!! FUCK ME AS I CUM FOR YOU!!"

He threw back his head and howled like an animal as his cock released spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cream in my ass. I got my wish and then some. He flooded me! I felt splash out with his final strokes, then caught him as he pitched forward on top of me. After a while, he lifted his head and said something that sounded like "mxlpixitdarnf." I had to agree with him. The guy in the van agreed with him, too.
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mmmm... sex

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 18:19:20 GMT

This morning I was awaken with sex nibbling at my mind, caressing my skin and penetrating my heat. I must have been putting off some sexual emissions because it wasn't long that the man was fondling and probing as if I was commanding him with subliminal messages. I fell back to sleep in a orgasming stupor.

I awoke and showered. I took advantage of the detachable shower head a few times. My tender bits sang out for more but the water temperature started feeling like icicles stabbing at my flesh. Not that the thought is bad, but to stand without falling to my knees was an impossible task. But the imaging it created... the man with it in hand, commanding I stand with my leg spread. *shivers* Yep, will have to share that with him.

Today is one of those torture me, manipulate me and command me days. I want the bite of pain on my flesh. I feel this roar building up to the surface that needs to be freed.