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Love,

Kit

The Bloggies at My House

There were 30 award categories for the Bloggies.  The winners in each category were announced at 5 minute intervals and my categories were LAST and 3rd from last.  Which means I sat through 140 minutes of announcements on pins and needles.

At one point during the announcements I turned to my husband and said, "I'm going to become a lesbian because their category is announced 9th."

The look he gave me* made it clear that I was in serious jeopardy of missing the next 2-3 category winners.  I turned him down even though I would have been back in PLENTY OF TIME for my category to be announced.

Did I mention I WON!

*The Men's Dictionary apparently gives the definition for "lesbian" as, "Hey cowboy, care to join us?"

Thank You

I'm sitting here after 11pm on a night I SWORE I would go to bed early WAY TOO EXCITED to go to bed AT ALL.

In case you didn't hear my hysterical SCREAMING at about 10:20pm, this here blog, Blogging Dangerously, won the BLOGGIE award for BEST NEW WEBLOG of 2010! 

I am TOTALLY PSYCHED.

I'm psyched for two reasons: the first is that I Fucking Won!!  How COOL is that?!?!?!

(and THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for your votes and support! I couldn't have done it without you!)

The second is that this past year was a tough year for me.  Don't get me wrong, I wasn't sick, I didn't lose my house or endure any of those challenges that make life tough.  This year was tough because I decided to make changes - that I didn't have to make.

I'm psyched because I decided to take a chance on myself.

I decided to start this blog - and to work at it like it was my job - even on the days when I didn't want to, even on the days when I didn't think I had anything to say, even when I was too tired, even ANYTHING. 

The other thing that I did this year was change jobs.  I'd been at my previous job for 12 years.  They LOVED me.  I REALLY LIKED them - most of the time.  But I was ready for a new challenge so I promised myself that I would get a new job - and I worked at it every day - even on the days when I was too tired, even on the days when I didn't have time, even on the days when I really enjoyed my old job.

And I got a new job.  I'm 3 months in and I can honestly tell you that it's a much better job.  I'm happier, I'm learning new things, I'm succeeding at new challenges.  It's EVERYTHING I hoped for.

I'm not telling you these things to brag. I'm telling you these things because I know that sometimes you look around at blogs that have been around FOR TEN YEARS (you know who I mean) and you think, "I'm too late." or you look at the unemployment numbers and you think, "I'm lucky to have a job." or you look at the scale and you think, "It's too hard."

and the next sentence in each of those cases is "I can't."

I'm telling you my story to tell you that you CAN.

Whatever your dream is, whatever you want, you can get there.  I can't promise you that it won't be hard.  I can't promise you that you won't get tired, or frustrated, or angry.  But you CAN get there.

I belive in you.

Love,

Kit

Writing Assignment: 6 Word Stories

I'm in D.C. today, Miami yesterday, home tomorrow.  I can't wait for kisses from my babies and my husband and #wineparty with you!

I know we do this assignment a lot but it seems to be a favorite. 

I'll start:

Hotel Room.  No Carmen.  Damn TSA!

 

G-Spot: Pornos and Pretzels

This post was written by my new friend Sheila at Opto-Mom.  I was laughing out loud as I read it. 

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I think that the porn industry is totally ruining sex for us regular women. Have you seen the crazy shit these women do? And then they pretend to LIKE it!

Here’s a little tip to the men in the real world. These women are ACTRESSES; therefore they are ACTING! [Note: I’m using the words "actresses" and "acting" very loosely here, as I doubt that many of the female porn stars have trained at Julliard.]

When a woman is folded up in a way that contorts her body into a very uncomfortable position, she is probably not actually having an orgasm {gasp!}. The sistah is just trying to get paid, so she groans and writhes like being a human pretzel is the greatest turn-on since chocolate flavored massage oil.

If she is standing on her head while a guy performs a pile driver move on her, I think those moan and shrieks are due to the fact that her spine is being crushed, and not due to pleasure.

Now don’t get me wrong…I enjoy interesting positions, but I would still like the sex to be pleasurable. If it hurts like hell, I’m probably not enjoying it, so get that cucumber out of my ear and help me get my leg out of the oven.

For real, though. Some positions may look cool to the man, but I thought the whole point of sex was for mutual pleasure, not so you could say, "Hey, I didn’t know your knee could bend that way."

Maybe you’re looking for the g-spot, but seriously, dude. Get a flashlight or something, because this just isn’t working out for me.

If I have to dislocate a hip to achieve a certain position, the odds are that ecstasy will not be forthcoming any time soon.

For example, is it really necessary to turn the ceiling fan on while my left leg is stuck to it with strawberry jelly? I’m trying to hold on to the curtain rod here!

If I were getting paid the big bucks, I could probably convince you that I was enjoying this contortion.

Seriously, why do the women have to be the ones playing Sexual Twister while the guy just stands there thrusting?

In the interest of sexual equality, I propose that all of you women watch porn with your partner this weekend. When he starts getting a little frisky, whisper to him that you want to try that position from the second scene.

When he agrees (because you know he will), IMMEDIATELY say, "I get to be the one standing up!" Hey, if you call it, then it’s legally binding, right?

Then turn him into a pretzel, have your way with him, and make him walk funny for a week.