I'm Going Too!

I was reading a blog buddy’s post today and it got me thinking. No, I’m not going to link back to her blog because I don’t think she’d like that. She’s much more low key then the rest of us.

Anyway, her question today prompted me to write this post. She asked women how they felt about their men frequenting strip clubs. She asked the men if they would have a problem with their woman accompanying them to said strip club or would they prefer to go alone.

Her thought was “I personally think there is nothing wrong with a man going to the strip club… I think it’s nothing more than some up-close and personal fantasy time”

She goes on further to say, “I think that the best thing a woman could do if she has issues with her man going to the strip club is, GOING WITH HIM!”

For me, this is not a cut and dry issue. I used hang out with strippers, both male and female. I dated a male dancer and I had a female dancer as a roommate at one time. I even MC’d a few shows for the girls actually. I would observe how the men interacted with the female dancers.

I have to tell you that for the most part, the guys were pretty respectful and just enjoyed the show and went home.

I have to say that I would not have a problem with my guy going to a strip club/show every now and then as long as he didn’t try to hide that from me. I’m not a prude by any stretch of the imagination.

We’d have problems, however, if he were to lie to me about going and if he went a little to frequent for my liking. Once a month or so I can handle but beyond that I’d begin to think there was a problem.

Hell, I’d even go with him a few times. It could bring a whole new dynamic to the bedroom.

Now I bring this to you my female bloggers, what do you all think about men going to the strip clubs when they have women at home?

Men, how do you feel about bringing your women along?

I Start Tomorrow

I was talking to my girl Crazy this evening. She has a 9 year old son and she was explaining to me that she had to help him with his school project. Apparently he has to create a dia...dia...dia something or other. I have no idea what the hell she was talking about?

Then she said that the "new math" he's doing is killing her. What is wrong with the old math? I'm sorry but I count, add, subtract and multiply the old way just fine thank you very much!

Do they still teach the Metric system in school these days? I remember my teachers in elementary school telling me that I had to learn this new metric system because eventually we here in the US were going to totally convert over. Uuummm, I'm still waiting.

Talking to my girl made me realize I am not smarter then a 5th grader. Damn!

I signed up for a tutor. All this shit is making my head hurt. His mother said he could start tomorrow. Wish me luck.

I Have An Addiction And I Need Help

I have a confession to make... I am a Deal or No Deal junkie. At 6:00pm I must turn on to watch the new weekly ½ hour version to get my fix and I LOVE it.

I must admit though, I think I am going to give myself a heart attack by watching it. I never realized how stressful that show really is. I’m sitting there yelling at the TV, “Low number! Low Number!” “The left side! The left side dammit!”

It’s terrible. If someone unveils the $500,000, $250,000 or $100,000 too soon I fall into a deep depression.

I agonize over whether or not to deal or push it just one round further. Oh the pressure is excruciating.

Even though my blood pressure rises to out of control levels I can not stop watching this show.

And here is the kicker; I applied to be a contestant. I’m not a glutton for punishment at all am I?

I have a question for you; if someone asked you to be their supporter on Deal or No Deal would you expect them to give you part of their winnings?

I can't take it any more. I need a drink.

Oh Yeah, I Spend My Money Wisely

As a society we have all taken for granted all of the wonderful things we have been blessed with, nice homes, nice clothes, a great job, a car, food, tavel. Anything we want we pretty much get as a society.

My question to you my friends, when is too much just too much?

As most of you know, I am a trainer. I teach occasionally at a local community college.

Tonight, my good people, I had to teach and just so happened to walk by a class that had boxes and boxes of glasses and food and whatnot. I thought, 'Ooohh. They are having a party.'

I walked past the class and looked at the sign describing the class so that I knew what class that was.

Why people, oh why was the class titled Intermediate Appreciation of Beer.

Since when the hell do people need a class to appreciate beer?

I'm signing up next week. I'll let you know how it goes. :)

Being A Woman Is An Adventure

Being a woman in today's society is an absolute adventure. I am not sure that men really fully understand or appreciate what it means to be a woman today. Let me shed some light on it for you.

We women experience the joys of having our feet feel as though they are going to combust at any moment because the heels we are wearing are squishing our toes together into one big toe.

Two to three times a month we subject ourselves to being scorched by blow dryers, burned and bruised by a curling iron slipping from the hands of our capable stylists and grazing our foreheads or neck that we have to put make up on to hide for about a week. Not to mention the numerous dye jobs and perms/relaxers we endure.

We can not forget the midlife pooch, the stretch marks and the stiffening joints. The iron deficiency that makes us want to fall out from exhaustion that we expereince every month. After gravity has set in and our bodies go to pot we must take on the most desirable task of finding a girdle that won't cut off our circulation so we can at least breath without sounding like a freight train.

With the physical pain aside, there is the second full time job of chef, homework monitor, soccer/little league/play date chauffeurs, field trip/school lunch/the must have jeans financiers, accounts payable clerk, dog walker and feeder and doctor appointment schedulers.

Then there is the occasional girlfriend in crisis that require us to assist her with stalking, egging the front door and keying the car of her ex boyfriend at 2:30 am on a work night who just got caught cheating on her with her best friend.

Oh yeah, being a woman is definitely an adventure but you know what, I wouldn't have it any other way.

On The Dating Scene Again

OK, so since The Analyst and I split I've just been relaxing. Not dating at all. Figured I'd wait until I got back home, life settled down a little.

Well Friday night my girl Sher and I went out for drinks and dinner at this local restaurant that featured a live jazz band so we knew it would be lively that night. I was looking forward to the evening because it had been a long while since she and I hung out.

Well during the course of the evening I met 3 guys. Neither of them are really going to make the cut but it was a fun evening nonetheless.

Well after a few conversations with a couple of these guys we decided to meet up this evening. So I met with guy number 1 at 7:00pm. This was already going to be a short date because he had to work later that evening and needed to get home and sleep before his shift.

My problem with guy #1; he works 2 jobs, he lives with a friend, he can't afford his own place so that is why he's been living with his friend for 2 years. Uuummmmmm, no! To add to the mix, he has a 10 year old son that requires alot of his time. Yeah, OK.

I left him at 7:30pm with the excuse I had to pick up my little nieces for my brother because he had to work late.

I met Guy number 2 at 8:00pm. The conversation was great. We debated and had a really great time.

My problem with Guy #2; he smokes and I do not date smokers. YUCK! He ordered his drink before me when the server came over to take our order. He saw several friends at the restaurant but never bothered to introduce me to them let alone acknowledge my existence. He has a 7 year old son whom he has no qualms with leaving in the next several months to move 3300 miles across the country to LA. I told him he was going to miss out on alot and asked him how he was going to field the really hard questions his son would surely have for him when he got older like "why did you leave me?". His response, "Sometimes you just have to live your own life. His mother and I don't get along." I told him that he should not let that get in his way of being there for his son and he said he just had to do his own thing.

He's not selfish at all is he? Hmmmmm. Excuse me but I was under the impression that when you have children your life is on hold. They become your priority.

Hmmmm... 2 dates in one night and neither guy makes the cut.

The third guy, I will not even call. He needs dental work and I can't deal with that.

Am I being too picky?

Does Anyone Have A Can Of Oust?

Now I know why I could never live in a high rise apartment building. Yikes!! I have two neighbors on my floor here at the hotel that are cooking and whatever the hell they are fixing is so darn spicy it's making me ill.

I have to go downstairs to the laundry room to wash clothes, which is drama in itself, and everytime I go out into the hall my nose is assaulted by these offensive aromas. They have the audacity to have their doors cracked open!

Do you think they'd be offended if I crept their door open and flooded their room with Oust? Hmmmmm?

Speaking of going to the laundry room, on my way to the elevator I saw this old guy with the nastiest, crustiest feet I have ever seen who got on with me! I swear I threw up in my mouth a little. I swear I COULD NOT look at those nasty feet so I looked up in the air to avoid contact. Eeeeiiiiwwww! There should be a warning label when he's around and walking bare feet! DAMN!

No Post Here Folks, Move Along

Have you ever had one of those days when you are trying and trying to come up with a blog post and nothing comes to mind? Life is pretty bland these days and you have no appropriate blog fodder. You sit at your desk at work and you just sit there, thinking. ‘I could post about the time I was carried way by a strong gust of wind down the street’. Naaahhh. That won’t do. ‘I could blog about the time I went to the mall in Arundel Mills and lost my car in the parking lot like in Seinfeld.’ Naaaahhh, not funny. Hmmmmm.

In the middle of all this mind ramble a coworker comes to your desk and begins to ask you questions about work. 'How dare you? Don’t you see I’m in turmoil trying to come up with a blog post?' you think to yourself.

Coworker leaves and you begin to get back to the task at hand, coming up with an adequate blog post. Hmmm…..'I could post about my coworker who is still hung up on her ex husband.’ Hmmm... naahh.

‘I could post about how I am excited about dating again once I move back home.’ Naaahhh, they wouldn’t be interested in that, I think.

You almost have an idea then the phone rings and disrupts your train of thought, “What!” you scream into the receiver unnerved by the interruption only to find its your boss on the other end.

You ever have one of those days? Well I’m having one now.