Family Interactions: My Crazy Sister


Hey everyone!

It’s been forever since I made one of these or actually had the time to, but I just had to squeeze in this post because it’s one of those moments that just begs to be shared. So here it is!

My sister and I were at Walmart today, I dislike Walmart in general in case you are wondering, but anyway we were checking out the section of shirts when this messed up conversation took place. CAUTION vulgar words ahead.

Sister: “Hey do you like ever get the urge to just bend someone over and pound them in the butt with your dick?”

Me: O_o “What the fuck did you just say?”

Sister: “I said, do you…”

Me: “Oh my god no don’t repeat it. Shhhh.”

Sister: *giggles* “Well?”

Me: “God no you creepy rapists.”

Sister: More *giggles*

Me: … “Are you high?”

Sister: “Maybe.” *giggles*

I turn and to my horror is this Walmart employee staring at us. This little old lady with a mortified look on her face just frozen mid folding.

Me: “Nope. We’re leaving.”

Sister: “Bye Felicia!!”

Me: -_-

So yeah, that happened today. You’re welcome. Oh, and no I don’t have a dick just in case you are wondering! 😆


A Day To Enjoy


Sometimes the best moments are spent at home, catching up on hours of missed TV. Those are the best kind of days, but what makes them the best is when you have your partner and best friend to share them with. Spend you weekend with someone you love! ❤

A Woman Living In A Man’s World: Girls Incoming!


Living with a house full of men is obnoxious and annoying challenging for a lot of reasons and I’d say being the only female doesn’t help, BUT the numbers are changing! My roommate Raymond has his girls coming to visit for a while. He hasn’t seen his girls in months so I am sure he will be over joyed and in a lighter mood than normal.

We’ll have to do some shuffling around to provide the girls with their own room, but it will be worth it and besides we all owe Ray a favor or two. Oh, I’ve taken it upon myself to instruct Justin not to bring home people while the girls are here. If he wants to hook up he can do it else where! Besides, I need a break from all the random half naked girls I keep running into. Okay, it’s not that bad, but it’s happened enough times that it warrants a complaint or two.

I know it’s been a while since I made a post like this. As a life update, my boyfriend and I are currently looking for new place live, we haven’t settled on anything yet, but I’m excited to know that, that is coming down the road in the near future, plus the girls will eventually want their own room. They can have ours. 😉 Until then I’m looking forward to being a perfect role model for my new roommates

A Woman Living In a Man’s World: Craving Girl Time


Everyone has different sources of stress in their lives and everyone responds differently to those stressors. For me, taking time to laugh, workout, talk, write, and rant to a friend etc. is how I deal with different types of stress. Sometimes though, self care can be challenging or awkward with my male roommates around. As a girl, I couldn’t possibly have any other reason to wear yoga pants or paint my toe nails for anything other than sexual intrigue, right? Okay! Let’s just get this straight asshole Justin, if I wanted to make sweat and yoga pants and/or the action of painting my toe nails into something purely sexual I’m pretty confident that I could, but a hundred percent of the time that I am doing those things I’m not. Ugh! End rant.

Alright, the actual reason I’m writing this post is because it has become apparent that I’m in some serious need of girl time. I feel I am surrounded by testosterone 24/7… oh wait I am. When I lived with my sister it was totally different and the only male in that house was my three year old nephew! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve come to enjoy some of the aspects of being “one of the guys”, but not all of them and I know they wouldn’t enjoy talking about hair and beauty care or let me paint their nails, although I’m sure I could black mail them into it. The point I’m really trying to get out is that I need to have actual girl time to relate about girl things and I came to this realization after I had an interaction with one of Justin’s my roommate’s… um, overnight escorts. Here’s what happened.

I got up super early, which is pretty normal, with the intention of making a pot of coffee. Takes a couple minutes tops. Because the entire house was still asleep I figured I didn’t need to get “dressed” so I just walked into the communal living space and into the kitchen still in my underwear. (You all do it don’t deny it!) When I got into the kitchen I noticed a pot of coffee was freshly made?! The thought that one of my roommates was free-roaming the house at this hour while I was partially nude made me want to impulsively run back to the safety of my room! As I turned around I saw this girl sitting at the kitchen table sipping at a cup of coffee; still in her underwear too!!! She waves nervously, but gives me this look like “who did you sleep with last night?” My boyfriend thanks for asking! It didn’t happen that way though.

Soooo here it is, two half naked girls in the low light of the early morning chatting over coffee. I’m not even sure how long we were chatting for, it must have been well over an hour. After I had explained that I live here the awkwardness quickly dissipated and we started talking about normal things that didn’t involve cars and/or sports. She must have needed the chat as much as I did because both of us failed to notice that the entire house had risen like the walking dead and congregated at the kitchen entrance. Oh crap is right! For the boys that is! They just interrupted our girl chat and there were some hard consequences to be had. Nothing like fire in the eyes and a couple of base ball bats to part the red sea. Trust me, it worked like a charm. We had claimed our territory in the name of woman hood and it was a no boys allowed club! At least for another hour that is, haha.

Yep, so that happened. XD

I’m always open to advice! What are your thoughts? Time to schedule a visit with my sister I think.

Thank you for reading! Please check out what happened last time with my roommates and their maid service if you happened to miss it!  ❤ Go here

A Woman Living in a Man’s World: I Am Not The Maid


After my eventful meeting of the roommates for the first time, which I talked about in the last segment my boyfriend and I have since moved in and have gotten settled. Now, I’ve accepted the terms of this living arrangement and being the only female in this household I felt it was very important to set some boundaries. I won’t go into all the details, but my underling theme with my roommates is this, “I am not your girlfriend and I am not your mother.” Plain and simple or so I hoped.

It didn’t take long for the law to bend a little. I am now cooking dinner for all these boys three times a week! It just kind of happened. I said I would make dinner one night and it was a hit. One night turned into two, then two turned into three. If I didn’t work so much I’m sure three would have certainly turned into four! Most of the time dinner isn’t too difficult to tackle. I like utilizing the crock pot because I can just throw in whatever during the early hours and by the time everyone gets home dinner is ready. Simple and easy, little effort with satisfactory results! Needless to say, I’ve now won the hearts of everyone in the house and apparently I won more than that.

I didn’t realize just how far my roles have bent until today. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working so much, I haven’t noticed? If I was in a hurry I would throw someone else’s load of clothes in the dryer, or finish a load of dishes, or do two second clean jobs here and there. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m a “clean freak” but I like things to be tidy. I have habits okay!

Anyway, I was laying on the couch enjoying my day off when Justin (the one who flirts too much) placed his laundry basket, full of dirty laundry, next to me, “Um, can I help you?” He responds with, “Yeah, be a doll and start this load for me? I gotta run. See ya at five? You’re cookin right?” as he throws his boots and jacket on and strolls out the door. I didn’t even get a chance to respond. Literally dumped it on me and left. OH HELL NO!!!!

I was pissed. People had a death wish and I was ready to start granting them! Just then David (the shy one) comes out of his room with his laundry basket. He stares at me for a moment, the words on the tip of his tongue. He was going to ask me to do his F-ing laundry!! “David. Don’t. You. Dare.” I said with scorn. I must have had flames coming out of my eyes! He quickly did an about-face and closed his door behind him so fast! I think he secluded himself in his room for about an hour. Within that time I did do Justin’s laundry… except I didn’t. I neatly and gently folded all his dirty clothes, with the exception of his underwear (not happening… ever) into nice neat piles on top of his unmade bed. Ready to be worn all over again. 😈

You are welcome. Oh and guess who isn’t making dinner tonight?

What do you make of all this? I will do the boyfriend’s laundry from time to time, but that’s different. I don’t consider that a “chore” nor do I do that every day. How should I deal with the roommates about daily chores? How should I approach the subject?

Thanks for reading! ❤


Family Interactions


Hey everyone!

I’m posting another Family Interactions post today! Please feel free to take a look at my previous Family Interactions post involving a very short and “intellectual” discussion between me and my sister. I’m sure you’ll find it as funny and dumb as I did. :facepalm:

Today I am posting a very short exchange between my father and my boyfriend. Have fun reading! 😉

Dad: “Are you taking my daughter to the ball or not?”

Boyfriend: “No sir, the department doesn’t have balls.”

Boyfriend: … :facepalm:

Dad: *Laughing uncontrollably* “That’s right son, you guys don’t have any balls!!! How about you come back and ask to date my daughter when you’re a real man!”  *Stumbles because he’s laughing so hard*

Me: *Places hand on my boyfriends shoulder, shaking my head.* “I’m sorry hun, you walked right into that one.”