Unsolicited Advice Givers

Unsolicited advice seems to come from every direction and to be aimed right at me. This does not make me a happy camper.

I don't think it's because people are unaware that I possess a fully functional brain. I think it's because they value their opinions over others or because they love to hear the sound of their own voices or because they want to live in a world where everyone does everything the way the advice giver wants it done. Who doesn't. Ha!

It's like this, I have a brain and I am not afraid to use it. As a matter of fact, I use it every minute of every day. It's the most active part of my body. My brain works and it works quite well. I use it for making decisions, formulating my own opinions, applying logic, solving problems, philosophizing, processing new information...

Here's the thing---

When I share what I am going to do with you, that is NOT an invitation to share your opinion on the matter unless I point blank ask for your opinion. You will know I want to hear your thoughts if words like, "What do you think?" come out of my mouth.

Here's another thing---

When you come into a room and see me engaged in an activity, this is also not an invitation for you to share your thoughts on how I should be doing it as opposed to the way I am doing it. I am not interested in hearing, "I'm just trying to tell you how to do it." If I am interested in finding a new way of doing something (different from my tried and true way or the way I've researched it for myself) or need help doing it, you will hear something like, "Have you ever tried doing this?" or "Can you think of a better way to do this?" or "Could you help me with this?"

And then there's this--

Opposing viewpoints are fun and educational, at times, when both parties have an opportunity to speak, be heard and respond. It's called conversation. Sometimes it's called debating. It's called stupid when you yell at the other person and call them names for having an opinion that differs from yours in an effort to force them to believe as you do.

And one more---

Telling me what you think another person should do is a total waste of your time and mine. I am not going to go to the person and share your unsolicited advice for them with them. At least, not seriously. This will only be done for a laugh. And that laugh will be at your expense.

It annoys me to no end being on the receiving end of all this unsolicited advice from people who know just enough about everything to know absolutely nothing about anything. Walking around all puffed up with bits of here and there knowledge (some of it self appointed as knowledge) does not make anyone an expert on anything. Nor does it give that person the right to inflict that 'knowledge' on others. Shouting and spewing that garbage does nothing but further decline their credibility. Not that their credibility existed in the first place. Now, they are in the negative. And the same thing goes for those who possess wisdom and think the world will end if they don't impart said wisdom to others.

At my house, I am seriously considering implementing a 'No Talking' policy. I would try a 'No Stupid' policy but that would fail miserably in the first seconds.

Anyone else out there not a fan of unsolicited advice?

The Definition of Helpless is Not 'Women'

I have an announcement to make, so listen up and pass it on---

Not every woman on the planet is helpless or fragile.

Seriously. There are so many chores/activities that many of us of the female variety are quite capable of doing all by ourselves. Without help.

And guess what else? IF we do need some help, we know how to ask for it. Amazing, isn't it?

Not all of us need someone to carry our grocery bags for us. Not all of us need someone to move the furniture for us when rearranging a room. Not all of us need you to reach something on a high shelf or mow the lawn or carry debris and tree limbs to the curb for us. Not all of us need someone to do the driving or even make decisions for us.

And some of us can get rather resentful if, after knowing a woman for 30 years, you still try to help where you are not needed.

The problem around here is that someone is always willing to help when help is not needed but not willing to help when help IS needed. That's just annoying. Or mean. Or stupid.

I am one of those women who does not appreciate having someone's nose in her business. I am not helpless. I am not stupid or ignorant. And I do not work well with others when the others are trying to tell me what to do and how to do it without being asked. That, in my opinion is NOT teamwork. That just pisses me off. And, when you see the look of pissedoffedness on my face, you seriously need to stop it. Immediately.

If your idea of teamwork involves the sharing of ideas and actions, then sign me up! Otherwise, you are on your own and I would appreciate you leaving me on my own.

If it's a helpless, fragile woman you want who will hang on your every word no matter how idiotic it sounds and do everything your way just because that's the way you want it done and be void of her own opinions (even better not have a thought in her pretty little head) then Mister you're in the wrong house.

Everyone needs help sometimes. I know that. But most of us- men and women- can function pretty darn well on our own two feet.  I also realize that, sometimes, people are just trying to be nice. But, when I say, "No thank you. I've got it." Back. Off. Do not try to force your help on me or you may see the crazy lady come out. In full force.


Do you know anyone who tries to force their help when no help is needed?

Bouncin' Barb is HERE!

Y'all! I am SO excited! One of my most favorite people in the world is guest posting right HERE! On Grinding My Grits! 

Thaaaat's Right! It's Bouncin' Barb and she's going to grind her grits. Y'all might already know her as the lovely, hilarious, smart, wonderful, friendly lady who lives and loves at the beach. If you don't know her, head on over to her blog. You won't be sorry! She's a riot! But today, she's got grits to grind.  

Thank you, Barb, for stopping by and sharing this post with us. She's asking for your take on the situation too. So read up and let's get those comments flying! 

Before I begin Grinding My Grits, I want to thank my lovely hostess for having me visit for a guest post.  It’s been quite awhile since I've been a guest somewhere so I can’t forget my manners.

Some of you may or may not know me but I’m Bouncin’ Barb from over at This & That (As I Bounce ThruLife) I've been blogging for 4 years now but the last 2 have been very sporadic. Life has certainly put me on a roller coaster ride the last year especially.  However, I have always been a pretty upbeat person and my blog has been a reflection of that. 

My 7 year relationship with a live in boyfriend came to an official end in January. It was a very good way to start the year as I did some emotional and home cleansing. Burning sage is a great thing for removing negative energy!! We had been on and off for some time so to finally have peace, quiet and a clean place all to myself was great.  It was very therapeutic. He moved out of state and while I tried remaining friendly it became clear it was best to just sever the ties.

Now,  I've met a new man who is really great and totally independent both financially and emotionally! We are enjoying each other and see each other a couple of times a week. I have definitely moved on with my life.

One other very important part of my life are my beautiful Granddaughter’s.  They are my pride and joy and I have been a big part of their lives. They are going on 12 and 13 in a few months. Long story short…my son and their mother gave up custody of them when they were babies to her parents. Her parents then legally adopted them even though my son and their mother are still present in their lives. Last August, their adopted Mom passed away after a long illness and the past year has been trying for the girls but they have done remarkably well .

So when do I start Grinding My Grits?

Well, the adopted Dad began seeing someone earlier in the year. He never mentioned it to me but when my girls came for vacation this summer they spilled the beans!!  Hey, I've been in his shoes so more power to him.

While we were out one day the girls started telling me all about this new woman. Where she lived, what she looked like, her family, where she worked, etc.  Sounds like this new woman has wound her way into their lives and I hear them talking on the phone to her telling her they love her and miss her and her young grandkids.

One thing about me is that I have a memory like an elephant! As they were telling me about this woman, things started sounding too familiar. Finally I asked them if her name was blah blah. When they said yes, I felt sick to my stomach. Turns out she is an ex-girlfriend of my ex that just moved out. 

I can’t believe it! I want to be done with him once and for all. Problem is, this woman keeps bringing him up in conversations. I have seen a text or two the girls read to me and I think that’s just wrong.  It's only been one year for them and I don't think they're done processing the loss of their Mom.

My ex and her haven’t been together for a long, long time.  But, about the time she and the Dad started seeing each other, she sent a friend request to my ex on Facebook.  Started asking a bunch of questions about the girls Mom who passed away and how well he knew her.

Folks, we aren't talking the same town or even the same county here or even the same job. How those two met is a bit of a mystery. Something seems a bit fishy to me and I want nothing to do with this woman or my ex. Seriously, what are the odds of this happening?

Now please understand that I abhor drama. I hope I don’t get pulled into something here because of something stupid.  I don’t want to have to show my “grit” and believe me, this Jersey Girl has grit!!!

Tell me what you think about this situation. Do you think I’m making too much out of it? Leave a comment and let me know your thoughts.

Hope to see you over at my blog. Until next time........BB

Love and Hugs from the Beach!!

Mumbling and the Dragging of the Feet

If someone of that age is dragging their feet and mumbling, it doesn't bother me. To be honest, there isn't much that bothers me at all about those who have made it to 110. They've certainly earned the right to do and say as they please. 100 years is quite a lot of years, after all.

I guess this is expected in people who are somewhere close to 100 years old. I mean, by that time, people are probably tired. Although, I have seen some people over the age of 100 who are still walking without dragging their feet and speaking with volume and clarity.


But when I'm faced with someone who is merely 60 and walks around dragging their feet and mumbling and acting as though it's a complete strain to use their voice AND with shoulders slumped, I'm annoyed. BIG TIME ANNOYED.

I've been told that I'm just too nit-picky but, seriously, I don't care why I don't like it, I just know that I want it to stop.

This is particularly annoying when they only do it if there's an audience. Seriously. You can come to my house and watch this person walk up the driveway and onto the porch like a perfectly, healthy, NORMAL person and switch gears faster than a speeding bullet as soon as they know someone can see them.

Anyone who knows me at all, and even those who have known me in the past, are quite aware that this behavior will not result in getting any sympathy from me at all. The nicest thing it will get you is a snort of derision.

Whenever there is someone other than myself present and they--because they don't know any better- inquire as to the health and well being of the seemingly afflicted, the response is long and drawn out and riddled with sighs and slurs and begins with something like, "Oh, well, I guess I'm ok it's just blahblahblah." This goes on for at least ten minutes. No one wants to hear all that.

This is, I believe, strictly attention seeking behavior. I teach in an elementary school and am quite familiar with attention seeking behavior and am in no mood to face or handle it when I come home every day.

I get being tired. I get being hot and I get not feeling well. But come on! There is no need to act like a spoiled teenager.

Ok, what do y'all think?

The Thing About eBay

I love eBay. Most of the time. I've used eBay for so many different things over the years and, for the mot part, have been quite satisfied. I love finding deals there. When I bought my Fitbit recently, I found it for less on eBay. I've found my favorite running (which are now, walking) shoes for less there. I've found obscure items that I couldn't find other places there. I've purchased books for $1.00 or less there. And I love that most of the sellers offer FREE SHIPPING! What a BONUS!

There were two purchases I made this summer that were rather interesting...

First, with Mr Negative being around so much, I actually thought that a Himalayan salt lamp would be a nice addition to my house. Don't laugh. If you lived with someone as negative as this man, you would try anything too. Much to my dismay, when it arrived, it was nonfunctional. So I contacted the seller who sent me a shipping label to send it back and then he replaced my lamp. No problem and Thank you, Josh! (They are secret_wisdom on eBay).

Second, I saw these adorable bird feeders made out of Mason jars, twine and chicken feeders. I HAD to make some! So, I ordered four chicken feeders from RuralKing.com on July 12, 2014.

This is the box they sent:

This is what was in the box:

Does that even remotely resemble a chicken feeder to y'all? Yeah, me neither. Y'all know why? Because that's a tee NOT 4 chicken feeders. 

So, I opened a case on eBay:

Additional information: "I ordered/paid for 4 Miller Mfg Round Jar Galvanized Feeder Base for Chicken 9810 and received 1 black iron 3/4 tee. Please advise. "

July 18th: Seller's message:

"Hello, I am terribly sorry about this. I have submitted a Customer Care Request with the Customer Care Department letting them know about this. They will be in contact with you via email within 1-2 business days in regards to fixing this matter. Thank you"

July 18th: Your Customer Care Request has been received. You will be notified when your request is reviewed. If you have any questions about your Return, please contact us at customerservice@ruralking.com

Thank you for your business.

July 21: Hello, We are sorry to hear that you received an incorrect item. Our Customer Care Department would like to further investigate this situation by reviewing pictures of your incorrect item. If you could, please send pictures of your item to customerservice@ruralking.com. Thank you, RuralKing.com

My response: I am attaching pictures of the WRONG item that YOU sent as per YOUR request. While I am trying to be understanding, I am quite resentful of the fact that I have to jump through hoops to correct YOUR mistake. 

I should mention that I do blog about purchases I make via eBay. Just FYI.

Their response: Hello, we have received your message. I will forward it to the representative in our Customer Care Department that you have been working with. They will respond to you via email or continue the investigation and respond when they have additional information. Have a great day!

July 22: Hello, I appreciate you taking the time to send in the photos. I have let the store know who shipped this out incorrectly to get the correct item out to you as soon as possible. Once the tracking number is available you will be notified. Thank you again for your time, Ruralking.com.

August 2nd:

Your message to the seller:

"After following all your requests, which included long wait periods and taking pictures of the wrong item you sent AND being told the original order was being sent, I still have not received the items I ordered. Please advise. "

August 5th: Seller's message:

"Hello, The correct item has been shipped with a UPS tracking number of 1ZX788W50399845518. Thank you, Ruralking.com."

Ok, I got so excited that they were finally arriving, that I went ahead and made the jar part of the bird feeders:

Later that day, August 7th, I received this box: 

...with the following contents:

Damn if they weren't getting close. There were 4 of them. And they did relate to chickens. Only I ordered feeders NOT waterers. AND, every email we've sent back and forth contains a PICTURE of the actual items I ordered. GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK.

SOOOOOO- I respond to the case once again:

August 7: Your message to the seller:

"Once again, the WRONG item was shipped. I have already taken pictures of the galvanized chicken waterers that were sent this time. Please note that I ordered four of the galvanized chicken feeders. Which I have yet to receive. At this point, I have to wonder if someone is playing some sort of NOT FUNNY game with me. I don't want to escalate the case to eBay customer support but this has gotten ridiculous. Please advise. "

And get THIS in return:

August 7: Seller's message:

"Hello, I am terribly sorry about this. I have let the Customer Care Department know about this. They will be in contact with you again as soon as possible. Thank you"

August 8: 

Hello, I am extremely sorry to hear you have received the incorrect item again. It was very clear what needed to be shipped to you so I am unsure how this has happened again. Can you please send in the photos you have of these item you have received so we can figure out what is happening? I appreciate all of you assistance. Thank you, Ruralking.com.

My response:

I took pictures as soon as the package arrived yesterday since I knew you would ask me to jump through hoops in order to help you correct your second error. This is the most ridiculous experience I've ever had with a company. I'm aware of the clarity of the items I ordered which makes it very fishy as to why I received the wrong items AGAIN. Here are your pictures. 

Later that day:

Hello, we have received your message. I will forward it to the representative in our Customer Care Department that you have been working with. They will respond to you via email or continue the investigation and respond when they have additional information. Have a great day!

Good Lord. Here we go again.

They finally sent me the tops to the bottoms (or waterers)...they look like this:

Notice anything wrong with the tops? Like oh, I don't know...the fact that they are BENT? 

What was their response to this shipment?

Seller's message:
"Hello, I am terribly sorry about this. I have been in contact with the Customer Care Department letting them know about this. They will be in contact with you via email within 1-2 business days in regards to fixing this matter. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience and they will be in contact with you as soon as possible. Thank you"

Very familiar message, right? 

Well, enough is enough. Screw you, RuralKing.com. I want nothing further to do with you now nor do I care to have anything to do with you in any way in the future. 

Between the second wrong order and the bent tops, I ordered 4 galvanized chicken feeders from Incubator Warehouse. Yep, via eBay. When the box arrived, these were inside:

It took all of 4 days from the day of placing the order to receipt of the order. 

THAT'S the way to do business, Rural King.com 

Ok, let's here your eBay story!

Forkers

What's a forker? It's someone without manners.  I wouldn't exactly call this a southern thing, just a manners thing. A forker is someone who uses their fork for eating AND for serving. I've seen this done with spoons as well. Even with knives.

And it drives me NUTS.

Hello! We have serving spoons and serving forks for SERVING. We have other forks and spoons for eating. They are different. And, to me, they are different for a reason--no one, at least no one I know personally, wants someone's germs on their food.

I live with a forker. The first time my family ate at my oldest daughter's in-laws' home, Mr Forker took the fork right out of his mouth and stuck it into another piece of beef right from the serving tray. In front of everyone. He also scraped some of the olives and gravy straight off the serving dish onto his plate. With that same fork.  

Yes, I was embarrassed. Yes, his mother would have been horrified. No, I am not ashamed to admit I was embarrassed. It just goes against the way I was raised. And it's not nice.

Mr. Forker wonders why I tend to hide certain things from him. Like olives. He can have his jar, but not the jar that others use. Why? Because the fork or spoon comes out of his mouth and/or straight out of his food and into that jar. His jar always has food particles swimming around in it. Same with honey. Peanut butter. Pickles. Peppers. Everything. And the juice that runs down the jar? It's not wiped off and put right back into the fridge or pantry or wherever. 

And the knives? I've seen them go from the butter to the toast to the jelly or honey with a lick in between to clean it off. NOT cool. 

Forkers are also guilty of double dipping. They put a chip of some sort into a bowl of dip of some sort, take a bite and dip again. The only time I can think of that this practice is truly ok is when the forker has put some of that dip onto a plate of his/her own. DoubleTripleQuadruple dip all day long for all I care as long as the dip in on their own plate. Or if they're the only one eating the dip. Which they will be once people notice they are double dipping. (Maybe that's the reason for the double dipping????)

Guess what else forkers do? They drink out of the carton. The milk carton, the jug of water, the container of lemonade, the pitcher of tea-whatever it is, they will drink straight from the container. The container that everyone else takes out, pours their drink of choice into a glass and then returns the container to the fridge.

Life with a forker is life played on the defensive.

Do you know any forkers?

It's A Love/Hate Relationship

The one I have with people. There are so many wonderful things about a lot of people that make me love them. Especially when it comes to those of the blogging sort. Because they are wonderful. Supportive. Understanding. And just amazingly lovely in general. And then there are the people with whom I work. The best educators, friends, people in general that you'll ever hope to meet. Then there are, of course, a few family members that are truly worth a spot on the 'People I Love' list. Also on that list is my BFFs- one from high school, one from college, one from parenthood and my brother and my dad and my aunt... There are those who try to make a positive difference in the world for all. The ones who expose those who would cause us harm; those who reach out to the ill-mentally and physically; those who seek and promote world peace at the expense of their own lives...

I am so appreciative of this group. These are the people who lift us up when we are down or, in some situations, will just sit there with us until we're ready to get up. They are the ones who know us well and love us anyway. They are the ones who understand our moods and will listen and know that it's just a mood and not to take things personally. They are the ones who tell us, "Yes you can" when we say we cannot. They even seem to know just when to pick up the phone and call or stick a hand written note in the mail. They stay in touch and they truly care. They are sincere and honest. They are the ones who help us when we don't even know we need help. They are the ones who step out of their comfort zone and to become world changers. They are the ones who make a difference whether it's effect is obvious or not; they do it just because it's the right thing to do. They do it without expectation of return. They do it because they care and because they love. There just aren't enough words to tell how wonderful these folks are.

But then, as with pretty much everything, there's the other side. Those people who lie to us. Those people who gossip behind our backs. Those who make promises without an inkling of keeping them. Those who are racist and prejudiced and just horrid in so many ways. Those who mistreat children, the elderly and animals...

It seems that no manner of positivity sent out, no amount of prayers, no amount of pleading can stop these people. They are intent on causing suffering to others. They seem to take pleasure and joy out of the suffering of other living creatures. These are unhappy people. These are people who lash out and believe that violence is a way to solve problems. Problems which are nothing more than wanting their way AND wanting others to do things this way as well. It's their way or the highway mentality. They take from others and they demonize others. The demean. They dehumanize. And they take full advantage. Some hold powerful positions and others hold anything but powerful positions. These people never seem to change and, it seems, that the numbers of them who are stopped, are quite low. Perhaps this is due to great amounts of the almighty dollar that is available to them which speaks loudly and gets results or perhaps it's our blind acceptance of a pattern that has become a comfort zone regardless of how horrid the acts are or perhaps we're just too lazy. 

Especially when it doesn't seem to affect us directly. But, seriously, everything that happens on a world level DOES affect each of us directly and personally. And I believe that when these travesties happen to other, weaker humans/animals, that too, should affect us personally at the very least.

No matter the level of the offense, we should care. We should care a lot. And we should do something to stop it.

No, I don't have the answers. I do know that what very little that is being done now has not made much of a difference. People are still abusing kids, animals and the elderly. People are still declaring war and others are supporting it by buying from companies that manufacture products used for the sole purpose of destroying human life. People are still murdering and raping. Genocide is still a fact of life and so is slavery- racial, sexual... The poisoning of our food continues to spread to the delight of the chemical giants' and pharmaceutical companies pocketbooks--not to mention the medical profession. It's a freaking zoo out there. And I'm opposed to those (zoos) too!

As I said, I do not have the answers. But I'm searching. And my search is internal as well as outwardly observational. There has to be a stopping point. A point where we can more about peace that we spend money on it than we do on defense. How did we advance in all our technologies and make no improvements or advance one bit in our communication skills? HOW did THAT happen? When did we get so busy that we can't see what the big corporations are doing to our health and well-being? When did we let the mistreatment of living things older and smaller than ourselves get so out of hand that we can't stop it?

Is it because we continue to live with and otherwise associate with abusers/liars/back-stabbers/racists/prejudiced/etc assholes on a more local, personal level to the point that we believe those people to be the accepted norm? Surely not.

Perhaps we just need to get fed up. And the sooner, the better.

Ok, your turn. Spew forth some wisdom, y'all!

Excuse Me, But This is MY Street

Even though I know that my street is not for my own personal, private parking or owned by me, I still get a bit unnerved when someone I don't know parks out there. These days, you just never know. I can't run them off since they aren't actually ON my property just parked in front of it on the street. And the street IS paid for by taxpayers. Still, I find it unnerving for some reason.

Like I said, I know I can't run them off, but I do take a bit of action. I go out there with my camera, stand within a few feet of their vehicle and I take pictures. Of the car. Of the driver. Of the license tag. Yep. I do that. And I am not ashamed.

I've been asked by some of those drivers why I am taking pictures. "Oh, just so that, should anything happen to me or mine, the police will have a starting point," I reply. And it's only slightly coated with snide sarcasm. And a bit of a smugness. Coated in warning.   

Anyway, one day last year, I came home from school and there was this big truck parked in front of my house. And there was a man sitting inside the cab. I came in, let Tucker happily maul me and kept looking out the window. He never left. Time to get the camera. I walked out and stopped on the porch. The camera was armed with the BIG ASS lens and I started shooting pictures. 

He got out of his car, walked around the front and into MY YARD.

Him: Is there a problem?

Me: Seriously? No. No problem. I just take pictures of everyone who parks in front of my house so that, should anything happen to me or mine, the police will have a good place to start.

Him: I AM the police.

Me: Riiiiiight. Where's your badge? (Geez, where are the people willing to tell me to shut up when I need them?)

He shows me this little, tiny thing that looks way too small to be a REAL police badge. I know this because I watch a lot of crime dramas and movies and if it's on the television, well...

Me: That looks too small to be a REAL badge. I want to see your photo ID. The ID that's supposed to be accompanying that tiny badge of yours. (Holy Crap! Where are those people to shut me up?)

Him: I left that at the office.

Me: Riiiiight.

Him: You can call the police station - and he calls out the number- and check with them.

Me: Really? I can do that? Gee, thanks for your permission.

So I go inside and call the police station.

The lady and I exchanged one or two pleasantries and then I told her of my dilemma. She told me that she didn't think they had anyone like that but she would find out and call me back.

"I don't know of any detectives like that. You keep an eye on him and I'll see what I can find out!"

Holy CRAP!

When she called me back she was laughing.

"I'm so sorry! It IS one of our detectives!"

Come to find out, he was out there watching a house a few doors down. It is a house that is rented by some guys in their 20s and the police were thinking there was some drug activity down there because there had been reports of a lot of traffic (we live on a cul-de-sac). I told him that was nothing compared to the foot traffic that heads down that way.

He actually gave me way more information than the cops on the crime shows I watch give out. Hmmm...

He pulled off soon after and I'm quite certain he called in something like: "Don't need to worry about anything on this road fellas. Except for the crazy camera lady." Followed, I'm sure, by my address. Just in case.

Did that cure me of caring about people parking in front of my house? Nope. I've taken several pictures since that time.

And I haven't shut my mouth either.

Does anything like this unnerve y'all? Or am I in this boat all by myself?

It's National WHAT Day?!

Y'all know how people say, "Well NOW I've heard everything," only to find out that, indeed, there's something out there to top it. Well...

NOW I've heard everything. Yesterday was National Orgasm Day. Come on. Really? Who comes up with thus stuff? And, do they get paid for it? 

I first read about this at BlogHer and decided to Google it just to see what was out there. Wow. It's true. I found articles from Australia, the UK and right here in the good 'ol US of A.

I have to wonder how much of this is related to the new trailer that's out for the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey. Have y'all seen it?

Yeah, so my first thought was, who is that? My second was, I'm not so sure he'll be able to pull off Christian Gray. And then I flip-flopped. I'm still flip-flopping. He's not the picture I have in my mind after reading the books. Yes, I read them.

Anyway, here are a few things I learned from my research:

According to the Examiner.com, orgasms:

·         offer an escape from reality
·         are natural highs
·         give confidence
·         can be addictive
·         should not be hurried or forced

The Examiner.com article also discusses the various types of orgasms tells the reader that the brain is the most erotic organ in the body. Now THAT fact explains a lot to me.

Ok, so on Glamour.com, we get 10 tips for orgasms. I won't go into all of them but, here are a few:

·         timing is everything (referring to the day of the month)
·         sometimes you need a little mechanical assistance (self-explanatory)
·         all orgasms for men are not created equal

And, according to the article on BlogHer, 75% of women have trouble having orgasms during intercourse alone. The article goes on to give women tips on this issue.

I'm pretty sure that the writer of the Women's Health article was way more interested in rushing out to achieve an orgasm or ten rather than writing about them.

Anyway, the point is, there IS a National Orgasm Day. Who knew? Or, have I been living under a rock?

I am not going to leave y'all with a recipe today. I'm pretty sure y'all already have your own very good recipes for this particular subject. :)

But I will leave you with this (cliche, maybe, but still hilarious):

Did y'all know yesterday was National Orgasm Day?