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Dear Dreams,You probably already know that I have never been a terribly ambitious person. I think it’s partly due to my laid back attitude about everything. I do know that I always wanted a family, and I’ve got a wonderful husband and four beautiful children. I hope to make my family as happy as they make me, ultimately. This is my most intense hope.I’ve considered getting some college training in the medical field, maybe nursing or becoming a physician’s assistant. Maybe in psychology. I’ve considered becoming a teacher. I’ve even considered becoming a cosmetologist and an interior designer. Maybe, some day, I will. Maybe not. I can’t decide because I fear it would take up too much time away from my family. I’m also hesitant because of the economy. I see no point in paying off college debt for an education I may never be able to use when I would be just as happy going back to my retail job.See? I’m easy to please.I’ve dreamed of losing weight, for years. While I’ve accepted my body and how pregnancy has changed it, I’m still not happy with it. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror sometimes. I want to get to a place where we’re financially capable of maintaining a diet and exercise plan. This should be doable by the time K starts school. I’ll have time during the day to do what I need t
My second California Exotics Sexpert product for review is their Platinum Edition Personal Pleasurizer. When it came in the mail I was pretty underwhelmed, but like a good sex toy reviewer I headed to the shower to give it a fair shot. I was very surprised with how much I enjoyed it. Despite the floppiness of the g-spot end, it was quite stimulating. I even squirted a bit!Onto the review, shall we?The Personal Pleasurizer is a two-piece set. A small, plastic vibrator with a TPR, dual stimulator sleeve. The g-spot angle is easily recognizable. The clitoral stimulator is a series of short, soft, raised nubs. It’s available in a shimmery pink or purple. I got the purple. It’s more of a blue-ish purple than a red-ish purple. When you remove the sleeve, the top of the plastic vibrator is white.The plastic vibrator runs on two-AAA batteries. There’s a rubber washer that prevents water from getting into the battery compartment, making it completely water proof. Whether you need to masturbate in the shower because of privacy issues or you just enjoy making bath time a little more fun, this is a great option for that.It’s quite the little buzzer, producing the powerful surface vibrations you expect from plastic vibrators. It can be turned on via a small, clear button on the very base of the toy. Pressing it repeatedly cycles you through all of the functions unti
I have been reworking parts of my site lately. Mostly my “What is Sexy by Sarah?” page, but I had thought about removing some of my tags too. I decided that I would remove the ‘feminist’ label from myself because I don’t want to be associated with militant and extreme feminism. It’s the same reason I don’t call myself a Christian anymore, sort of. I still believe in a higher power, I’m just not sure what that power is, so I now call myself an Agnostic. I just got tired of the assumptions thrust upon me when people saw I called myself a Christian.And there goes the feminist label.Not because I’ve stopped believing in the equality of women in society, but because I can not be associated with a group where I constantly feel the need to justify my position. I shouldn’t have to feel like I need to separate myself from all of those other feminists because their beliefs are so radical and different from mine.So, I guess that means I’m not really a feminist.I despise the term ‘mansplaining’. I think it’s demeaning to men. It’s rude and it’s no different than a man patting a woman on the head and saying “Silly woman, why would you think you deserved to have an opinion?” They’re entitled to their opinions about things too and those opinions aren’t any less valid just b
Dear Heather/Holly/Stephanie/Faith/Jason/Brock… and many other old friends,I wish we could talk to each other more and spend more time together. I look back so fondly on all the things we did in high school. The nights spent at Heather and Holly’s house hanging out, the lunches spent with Stephanie outside of the band room, the evenings spent with Faith in the church nursery waiting on our parents, the nights spent at the bowling alley with Jason and Brock (and others). That was all so fun and it seems like it was so long ago.I miss those times. Has it really been nearly 10 years since we all graduated and went about our lives going to college, getting married, getting jobs and having babies? Time sure flies, huh?I’m more of a realist, though. In these short 10 years apart we’ve all grown in our own way. We’ve adapted to our lives and the things we all needed. I remember catching up with some of my old friends and we didn’t have anything in common anymore. Nothing to talk about. They went on to college and I had gotten married young and started having children. College kids don’t care to talk about raising babies and I was too busy with my babies to listen to the stories about drunk frat parties or boy troubles. When we were all growing up together we were doing just that, growing together. The important changes in our lives were happe
There are times when I read things and have very mean thoughts. I am not a mean person, though I can be prodded and goaded into saying or doing hateful things at times, so it shocks me when these things cross my mind. I ask myself why on earth I would think something that mean and the answer is almost always jealousy.I have been struggling to lose weight for over 8 years now. With my first pregnancy I gained 70 lbs. I was 145 lbs when I graduated high school in May of 2001. I got pregnant in October of 2001 (or thereabouts) and by the end of June 2002 I was 204 lbs. I managed to work off a lot of the weight, getting back down around 175 lbs, but by that time I found out I was pregnant again. Between gall bladder problems and gestational diabetes my weight fluctuated 30 or so lbs between pregnancies. Then after the birth of my fourth child I was sitting at about 240 lbs. I sat at home a few more years and I’m nearing 270 lbs, my highest weight ever. I was doing rather well with eating and exercise earlier this year and then I got a 5 week long period that made me so hungry and sleepy and I’ve since gained back most of the weight I lost.It sucks.Losing weight for me has always been hard, and I guess it is for a lot of people or we wouldn’t have a multi-billion dollar diet industry. When I start minding what I eat I become obsessive about the calories and I don&
Hello, Molly!I am not a person who really enjoys meeting new people. I don’t have any celebrities I obsess over because I realize the persona in front of the crowd isn’t necessarily who they really are. Even if it is, I merely appreciate them for their contribution to my entertainment. I’m not terribly inspired by any of them or any politicians. But I reckon it doesn’t have to be an actual person. I could want to meet someone in a book, right? Right.Mrs. Weasley,Hi! I absolute adore you and your family. I feel like I can relate to your character in the Harry Potter books so much. A woman who adores her family and tries to juggle all of their crazy schedules and personalities. Trying to balance discipline with allowing the kids to be who they are. I feel like I would love being your neighbor or best friend. Our kids would adore each other (well, if we had met a few years ago when they were all a bit younger).If I can’t be your friend, I’d settle for being your daughter! I’m about the age of your older boys and you only have one girl. I might not blend in with my brown hair, but I wouldn’t mind letting people know I was adopted. I would love brothers and a sister like the ones in the Weasley home.Now that I’ve let everyone see how much of a nerd I am, I think I can end this letter. It would be really cool to meet Mrs. Weasley
I have a lot of internet acquaintances, but most of my friends who I speak to online I also know in real life. I guess some of my favorite folks are the ones I played World of Warcraft with for nearly 5 years, but I really don’t talk to them much anymore. I’m the kind of person who would rather have a few really good friends and good friends are really hard to come by. People I considered friends did some pretty awful things and I no longer speak to them. Because of those awful things other friends did, I have a really hard time confiding in any single person, aside from Chad (and a few of my friends from high school that I still talk to a lot). There are also a lot of people online who are incapable of being good friends because they’re too self-absorbed. You know? Those people who talk and talk about their life and their issues and when you try to have a conversation with them they aren’t interested unless you’re talking about them. Try and steer the conversation towards you and talk about things you need to talk about and they completely ignore it.And so, I don’t have a favorite internet friend. Some of the people you’re suppose to write to for this project make me feel kinda lonely.No related posts.
We’ve made it back from the weekend trip safe and sound. It was actually a lot of fun. The children were all well-behaved for the ride down to Chad’s granny’s. It’s nearly 4 hours long and we stopped at Ruby Tuesday’s to eat lunch, but they were good. I spent most of the drive trying to finish Order of the Phoenix. That is one long book! I still have 100 pages left. Time flew during the drive while my nose was stuck in between the pages. I read faster when I’m home, in the quiet, than when I’m riding. The music is distracting and I had to look up, losing my place, a few times to remind Chad of where to go or answer questions from the kids. I’ll be able to start Half-Blood Prince very soon though, and I can not wait.Chad’s granny is tired. She just seems like she’s completely worn out. She’s had a tough road since before Chad and I got married. She’s been the sole caretaker of her sick husband since before I came around. He’s bedridden due to botched back surgeries and morphine drawing up his limbs. They’re both in their late 80′s. One of Chad’s aunts has moved in to start helping more, but it’s still a physically and mentally exhausting  job. Especially when you’ve got a hard job in the restaurant business, you’re looking after your grandchildren while their parent
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