ogle this!

The spring months arrive, the air is fresh and crisp with the smell of a new season, new life and new hope. The streets are bare of snow, the windows are down, the patios are set up…

And the revealing clothing creeps out.

Seriously, spring time brings out the scandally clad women.

Less clothing means gawker’s paradise.

Working in construction, I see how the men love the spring and summer time. As soon as the temperature hits 10C (50F peeps) the guys venture up to the top of the construction ramp at break to oogle the passing women. The are relatively respectful as they avoid the cat calls and comments, (many construction firms in this area have a low tolerance for cat calls etc. and their workers are well aware of it - or reminded frequently) but could burn a hole through your breasts and ass (T n’ A as they call it) with their stares.

They’re like friggin’ caged animals! All of them. It’s as though the sun and warmth has brought them out of hibernation and it’s time to be an overzealous pervert again. They may not comment out loud in front of the women they ogle, but you can be damn sure there is definitey conversations about what they’ve seen.

Summer months? Ha. All that means is more revealing clothing. Rock hard sweaty tanned bodies..or flabby lily white if you’re like me.

More watching, and longer stares. Leering.

Do you ever notice if you’re walk past someone and they watch you? It can be an uplifting feeling at first, but when you feel their unending stare for a long period of time, it’s incredibly unnerving. I almost feel like picking my nose or something just to deter them from staring any longer.

As harmless as it may be to watch someone, sometimes it can be extremely invading. If you were to google “girl watching” you’d find some sites dedicated to solely to photos taken of women without their consent. Now, it’s one thing to watch a woman pass by you on the street, but another entirely, to post images on the internet of people you’ve seen in passing.

Granted, a lot of the clothing seen on women lately is more revealing scandalous and sometimes downright inappropriate; but does that give people the right to treat those who choose to adorn this attire any differently then someone in business wear? Does it give people the right to assume they are inviting comments, stare and cat calls for being comfortable with their bodies?

I will admit that I’ve ogled, leered and down right stared until my eyeballs went dry when hot guys pass. As long as they don’t catch me, I’d stare, while intermittently wiping drool from my chin. Heck I’ve even watched women sometimes berating them under my breath for being skinner, hotter and sexier then me.

It’s a normal human reaction to watch and admire people, but I believe there is a point where it can and is taken too far. What do you think?

While you’re contemplating your responses about how you feel about being eye candy, I’m off to have lunch outside and watch the hard bodies work of the landscapers.

sick, hot pants and farts with boobs

I have an urge to post and nothing to post about. Well, actually, I have stuff to post about, but I like to actually save that stuff for days that I really have nothing to post about. Does that make sense?

Carter and I spent the day home yesterday. After getting up and getting ready for work, I walked into his room to find him coated in dried and coagulated puke. The room wreaked of old milk, yet I still couldn’t figure out where the hell it was coming from. Until I walked up to the crib and saw his hair standing on end. THEN it all came together. Sick, sick, sickity, sick.

He was pretty out of it all day - probably didn’t help that I fed him anti-nausea medication so I wouldn’t have to deal with barf. I. hate. barf. (See how my needs are still the most important? Such a good parent. I manage to think about myself even with a sick child.)

After the medication knocked him out and he napped for about 3 hours (Hallelujah!) he woke with a high fever (about 103F) and rosy cheeks… kinda like I slapped him he was slapped.

My initial reaction being Fifth Disease I called my doctor (who was on vacation - go figure.) and Telehealth who is really no help except to freak you the hell out by telling you to go to the emergency room, or “Remember, don’t shake the baby!”. Being that there really is nothing you can do but wait it out, we stayed home. I didn’t bother with the emergency room, only to sit there for five hours and be told what I already know.

So we cuddled and watched a life time worth of Dora. No matter how sick, that bitch can always make my baby feel better.

Today? Up and running, talking, back talking. Back. to. Normal. NO spots, no nothing. You’d never even know that he was feel like crap yesterday. Resilient little buggers kids are.

Cuddles were nice while they lasted, I guess.

You know you need to laundry when….

pink and red strip pajama pants are the last thing you have to wear. The hotness is really almost unbearable.

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There are a BUNCH of you out there search for posts about farting in front of your husband. I can’t believe the number of hits resulting from this post. Either you’re as disgusting as me and fart in front of your husband all. the. time. - even challenging him outdo you (that’s hot!) … or you want to fart in front of him but need to muster up the courage. Come on admit it, you wanna squeak on out and you’re looking for a little encouragement.

I say DO IT! You’ll feel so liberated. I promise!

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My kid’s all of a sudden really big on this BreastfeeLing thing. Must be male. (yes, I actually took the time to photograph it. Sad. I know.)

boobies, clowns and bitch slaps

I’d like to thank the ladies that never warned me about the effects of child birth on your ta-tas; thanks. Had I known, that once giving birth and nursing was complete, I would be left with these hideous boobs that look like oranges hangin’ out in tube socks… I would have considered saving money for a boob job prior to getting knocked up; then I’d have new boobs already and not these.
Nevertheless, keeping these puppies rolled up and tucked away in a bra has been fun, they tend to have a mind of their own. Every time I bend over to do something they seem to migrate out the top of my bra requiring me to be constantly adjusting. I play with myself almost as much as a man touches his dick!
I’ve tried just about every bra on the market. Different sizes, different straps, different everything.

What haven’t I tried?

New boobs!

Please, send money.

The only thing that I am even more tired of seeing(besides my saggingorangeinsockboobs)?

Man boobs.

The weather is getting warmer, t-shirts tighter, and the MAN boobs are coming out *cringe* I think I saw about four men with boob big enough I could cup one in both my hands. I’m talkin’ full on boobs here!

Speaking of boobs.
Anna Nicole Smith? Accidental Overdose? Dude, am I the only one that saw THIS?

I got bitch slapped.

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