Something for everyone but the faint at heart. Critical care nursing vent-a-blog, on line dating after 40, animal adventures, cooking and gardening tips. Warning: May be offensive, crude and politically incorrect. Stories in the blog may be based on fact and may also be wildly exaggerated, at my will and imaginative discretion. The character names are changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent and to keep my ass from getting sued.

Monday, October 27, 2008

night shift blues

Well, I guess I converted to night shift. I hate sleeping through my days off but here lately, I can't seem to sleep at night. My eyes start to droop when the sun comes out. I've been off the last 3 nights and every single night I haven't been able to go to sleep until dawn. Loneliness seems more so pronounced in the dark of the night and all my well made plans go straight to shit in the wee hours of the night. I know there are other night shifters off from work tonight. Where are you? Where do other night shifters go at night when they are awake and the rest of the world is asleep? All night WalMart? All night Kroger? Bars? I hate bars. I don't smoke and don't like being around it. Plus, slobbering drunks are not my idea of a fun time...unless I'm slobbering right along and those days are long gone for me...So bars are out. I rarely drink; a good alcoholic buzz just isn't worth the resulting hangover for me. What to do? I've hung pictures, upholstered a head board for my bed, reupholstered an ottoman, cooked baked ziti and a zuchinni casserole, washed a dog, cleaned a house, and watched lots of bad tv. hmmmmmmmm. Guess I'll read some blogs until I come up with something else to do.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Mr. September

He seemed perfect at first...too good to be true. Turned out I was right.
I met Ringo on an internet date site. Why Ringo? Well he didn't have a big nose like the drummer but he did have a special ring. He was an electrician and lived about a 1/2 hr from me. He had two dogs and a 20 year old son that lived with him. He had married over 20 years and divorced since January. He was very nice looking, little bit of a gut but for the most part he was in decent shape. He was a little on the runty side for my tastes...I prefer the 6 footers but he was taller than me so that was ok. It all started off so innocent and sweet. We chatted using instant messenger until I got a good comfort level and then we met. No problem, definite attraction there. We went out a few times. He was a gentleman that is until I met his webcam. It was late and I was a little bored so I'll admit I egged him on, wondering what he would do. I'd had guys show me all kinds of things on their webcam before but I really didn't expect to see what this guy had in store for me. He started telling me about some of his kinks. I'm so friggin' naive that I didn't even consider the stuff he pulled out. He stood up to show me his other little kink. He had a pierced dick (insert Ring). Now get this...this dumb fuck pierced his penis all by himself, one night when he was bored. He then went on to ask for my medical opinion on what he could do to fix his two holed penis now so he wouldn't have to sit down and pee like a girl. Like a good nurse, I told him to see a doctor.
Needless to say, that webcam conversation was the end of our relationship. I don't think I am ready for a true trisexual.
So I'm back on the market again and I'm talking to this really cool guy....