Category Archives: What’s twirling my skirt now

I didn’t chose to join the Cougar Facebook page but didn’t object when I was Jumped In or Added or however it happened.  Its a compliment.  Most of the women that post on the site seem to be Pros trying … Continue reading →

Okay… my dishwasher broke.  I loaded it, closed it, pressed the on button and it didn’t click or turn on.  My guess, the on/off button was broken.  But I’m not a repairman!  So I had to call a repairman. Because … Continue reading →

A bit ago, my three boys spent the first weekend with their Father since the “Bonnie” incident.  (And yes, that’s her real name.  I’d post her last name too if I knew it, cuz I’m just that kinda bitch!) and … Continue reading →

  I was catching a commercial (accidentally, lol, I tend to fast forward through them) all about some “color catcher” you put in laundry so you don’t have to separate your colors from your whites.  And I realized I haven’t … Continue reading →

So a while back, my favorite man, technically my boyfriend (or as close to one as this poly-amorous girl will ever get), my FWB #1… aka Sex God, gave me the news he may be moving out of the area. … Continue reading →

This is under the Twirling My Skirt category because  when I wrote this I was pissed as hell.  Several months ago at my last Doctor’s visit.  My Doctor’s told me she thinks I have Bipolar Disorder.   And the basis for … Continue reading →

I’ve been wanting to make changes to my blog.  I want it to look different.  But I can’t seem to figure out how to download a different template.  Sadly, I’m not sure  my webmaster can or knows how to educate … Continue reading →

I’ve been bad.   I’ve been pouting and sulking at Sex God because I’m feeling “neglected”. And for some insane reason I feel that he should fix that.  Crazy! Because that’s just not how it works   My fun Sex God … Continue reading →

One of the things that is a bummer about being single is the feeling of handling all the adversity life throws at you alone.  Its not being alone that makes a person feel lonely (cuz honestly I adore my alone … Continue reading →