I was not popular in school.....but I wasn't a nerd either. I hung with the popular group, went to the cool parties but talked and spent time with the ones that didn't get invited to parties. I was liked by all. I didn't want to be the popular one. The drama and the work to be popular is overwhelming. Most of the time because the most popular girls were not being themselves. They were too busy worrying about their looks or to be quite honest, at my high school, were complete sluts. They spread their legs more then then a eagle spread their wings. Truly...whores.
I question my self all the time. Do I want to be popular. Sure I do....to an extent. But then I see the "Popular" bloggers struggling to keep up with their 5000 viewers. To do the bloggy courtesy. I couldn't do it. Hell, I stress out over Webkinz....how the hell could I handle a being popular.
I want my readers to come here and blow rice crispies from their nose from laughing too hard. I want my readers to bust a gut and laugh the tears from their eyes. I want readers to come here and take some sexual advice from a Diva that knows her sex. And I'm proud to say that some of my readers are taking their lovemaking to the next step......and I am a proud sexual Diva......
Now I'm not saying that I don't want my readers to go "Whatever, fine......she doesn't want me to be here anymore so screw her......I'm leaving!" Of course not. I love my comments. I enjoy my readers. I have become friends with people I have never met but feel like I've known them my whole life. It's so cool. I love hearing from them and reading about their different lives. I just love it.
I think blogging is a therapy for me. It allows me to speak my mind and it allows me to talk about sex.....and I love talking sex. I love giving advice. I love it.
So, I'm not here to pretend to be a someone I am not. I am not the most popular, although I think I am a relief of "sex" air. I hope you all enjoy my blog too. I know that I go from sex, to friends to my daughter, to my husband to my dogs and even to Target. I talk about it all. I don't ever know where I am going with my post. I am all over the place. I have "BlogADHD". Or maybe I just have ADHD....who knows.
Just to let you know that really don't get bothered by hate mail. I think it's funny and interesting. I deal with rat bastards here in Hartford that make me want to smoosh their faces in a fat man's crack. I deal with jerks and bitches from work. I don't care if you like me or not. Don't like me? Move on. Like me? stick around. Love me? Keep commenting.
Now, I have to go reward my husband and burn off about 1000 calories because my stud muffin took Diva and 3 friends to a late movie and sleep over. He is doing all the work. Then his sister is staying with us for a couple days and so he will be a very busy dad/uncle/brother/husband. I'm so proud of him doing such crazy things with the girls. He actually takes these little rugrats to the mall to pick out girly things. He's a pretty good dude....eh?
So, looks like I have my work cut out for me tonight! Like I said, I'm thinking at least 1000 calories burned. Exercise can be good!!!
Thanks for checking in on me and being my cool friends.
BTW.....Diva and I are going to go to Make a Wish Foundation and see if there is any community work she can do to help the community. I encourage all to get involved...because it makes a difference. No matter how small your commitment is.....you are helping.
Now to get Diva to do this without bitching and moaning might be like getting an enema with a chainsaw but I'm a parent, and that's normal at times.
Titty Twister!!!! LOL!