Zombies, RV Life, and Random Craziness
- Willcox, Arizona, resting place of Warren Earp, Rex Allen and Koko the Horse.
- Happy Birthday! Checkers, the RV copilot, turned 18 today.
- Ten Things: Random Observations From the Road
- Put the hooker in the box, and the bird in the closet.
- “The Thing” in Dragoon, Arizona? It’s a dead thing.
- Bugzilla, my new roommate.
- Tombstones in Tombstone, Arizona
- Holy Flying Vampires, Y’all! The bugs are big in Texas.
- From the Ocean-to-Ocean Bridge to the Bridge to Nowhere, and shaking your dates in between.
- Severe Weather Alert: Like a cow pissin on a flat rock.
- The Center of the World, and two blondes in Mexico.
- Don’t make me get my gun out. Again.
- I got down, way down, in Calipatria.
- I was eaten by a giant dinosaur, and then I found millions of Zombie Fish.
- Cement boats, giant artichokes, old jails, and two-story outhouses.
- Ten Things You Must Know Before Buying a Used RV
- Train and Tumbleweed
- Giant Bunnies, Giant Monopoly Boards, and World’s Longest Garlic Braid. Welcome to Northern California.
- 28 Days Later
- Border Patrol = Reno 911
Pimpin my affiliates… Seriously, this blog can not survive on my writing alone.
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By Kernut, on February 7th, 2011%
That’s the rule. There is only room for one special needs person in a relationship. In case you haven’t been here long, I’m it.
 Uhh, I sure hope my matches are better than this. Now I'm scared. What was I thinking? Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, to find a pigeon. Crap. For all the self-help books I’ve read, group quasi-therapy, and blogging, apparently it’s still me.
I’m considering joining Match.com again and thought I should probably add to my dating profile a statement that aptly describes me. I suspect I might have tendencies towards childishness, emotional sensitivity, or grandiose behavior.
Well, DUH. I blog, don’t I?
I think that alone proves I’m probably emotionally sensitive.
Or could blogging make one emotionally sensitive?
Chicken. Egg. Don’t much care which came first.
So then, what does all this mean? It means I’m the special needs person in a relationship.
Also, this precludes attendance by anyone fitting the following descriptions. Do not reply to my ad if you can be described as:
By Kernut, on January 30th, 2011%
(Google is totally going to ding me for this title. Whatever. It’s not like they can take away anything from nothing. Also, this post is a tad racy and marginally safe for work.)
 "Where is that g-spot already? My feet are starting to go numb." Really? Intimidated? I just don’t get this.
Ok, I can see possibly being slightly embarrassed walking into an actual sex toy store, but intimidated by an online sex toy store?
You are probably wondering why I mention this. Ok, or maybe you’re not, if you’re a regular here. If you’re new, we have previously discussed men being intimidated by sexual confidence, and also who bought your sex toys.
A man I was recently dating informed me he was intimidated by my “possible” level of experience.
???
Knowing neither of us had had large numbers of partners, I asked what he meant.
He is intimated to be with me er uh physically because of my affiliation with this adult toy store.
??? (thought in my head: shit, not another intimidated male)
Seriously??
I don’t get it. How can one have anything to do with the other? It’s not like I have a massive selection of whips, chains, or other items from the store.
Really, I don’t. Well, not the whips and chains, anyway. I think.
He’s also intimidated by my desire to practice conscious love-making through Tantra. It’s not like I suggested WE needed to do this. I just expressed an interest in the practice.
Holy Dildos and Deep Breaths Batman! Don’t stop now! Continue reading Intimidated by The Adult Toy Store
By Kernut, on December 26th, 2010%
Once Upon A Time, I Rescued A Pigeon.
 A pigeon named Spot. And I named him Spot.
When I first met Spot he was walking across a six-lane street during rush hour, headed towards the median. Cars were whizzing by him, but he seemed not to notice the imminent danger.
Or maybe he just didn’t care. (This will make sense later, just consider it Clue #1.)
Most people slowed down to let him pass, but no one stopped. Something was obviously wrong – he wasn’t even trying to fly as he ambled in front of the moving cars. I couldn’t believe no one was stopping to help him.
Well, I’m a sucker for a wounded animal, or a man with issues. It must be the caretaker in me.
I pulled over, and captured the pigeon in a towel. (A pity it isn’t so easy to capture a man.) I put him inside a box I had in my car. The pigeon, not a man. Unfortunately. Don’t stop now! Continue reading A Pigeon Named Spot
By Kernut, on November 7th, 2010%
  The line starts behind me. *ahem* This past week has been exciting (well, ‘exciting’ by my standards anyway):
I signed up for BlogHer in San Diego next August. I’m really looking forward to meeting my bloggy friends. Ok, this is probably only exciting to bloggers.
I did a little lot of virtual flirting with “GpJeff” on Twitter. (That’s a top secret alias ’cause he’s probably got a nice family and a real job and is probably embarrassed to be mentioned on this tabloid of a blog.) Anyhoo, it was good for me. I hope it was good for him, too. E-flirting is all the action I’m getting these days.
But I did have a couple real life dates this week. OMG! I know! I’m shocked, too.
One was with a long-time friend who, even though he cares very deeply for me, isn’t sure what he wants in terms of a relationship, or really if he wants one at all, blah, blah, blah. His ambivalence has certainly dampened any interest I might have had. (See, now you’re not so surprised anymore. I mean, really – who else would I attract???) At least this one isn’t married/separated. But really, it’s enough to make a gal give up dating altogether. Don’t stop now! Continue reading What Am I Doing? Everyone I Can and The Weak Ones Twice.
By Kernut, on September 10th, 2010%
 My sister, Chickenbone, once told me ‘Don’t bring sand to the beach.’ Me: ??? Chickenbone: If you’re single, don’t bring a date to a party. Me: (still) ??? Chickebone: …where there are single men. Me (a minute later): Ohhhh. (the light bulb isn’t always super bright, folks) . . . → Read More: I Brought Sand To The Beach
By Kernut, on June 6th, 2010%
 Tantric lovemaking Brothels 100 Years Ago, and Tantric Sex Today
(I’m not suggesting those two things are related. I think.)
NSFW (Not Safe For Work), or the faint of heart.
Recently a friend and I were chatting while strolling the streets of a local festival and the conversation, as it often can with me, drifted to sex.
Really, it happens. Often.
He’s a friend and frequent reader of this site. *swoon* He was asking me about my experiences with the Tantric sexual massage video I mentioned in this post about sexual confidence, such as why some people I’ve shared it with seemed intimidated by it. With the exception of the guy who sent it to me, and was more than happy to try it when we were dating (sadly, we never got around to that), most other men I’ve sent it to have seemed intimidated by me afterward.
Several of you have read my previous posts mentioning my desire to practice this. Sting is probably the most famous practitioner of Tantric sex, having a reported 8-hour ‘journey’ with his wife. Lucky gal! Don’t stop now! Continue reading Brothels 100 Years Ago, and Tantric Sex Today
By Kernut, on May 30th, 2010%
 View from Santa Barbara Castillo (Castle) in Alicante This is part 2 of my trip to Spain. (Part 1 in the series is here: The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly…)
Advance apologies for the length and rantiness of this post. I promise the next will just be about my adventures and impressions of Spain.
When we left off…
Panic has now set in. (Please note the sub-title of this blog: I’m FINE: Frustrated, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. The Adventures, Travels and Tribulations of a Bonkers Blogging Blond. ‘Bonkers’ may be an understatement. Pretty sure it is, but my alter-ego thought ‘bonkers’ rhymed better with ‘blogging’ and ‘blond’.)
Iberia Airlines, with their teams of luggage and policy-making asshats, had conspired to leave me stranded: I’m stuck in a foreign country, alone, speaking only enough espanol to order beer and tacos. As much as I needed one at that moment, I don’t drink beer. Anymore. That leaves me with just tacos. Don’t stop now! Continue reading The Plane to Spain, part 2
By Kernut, on May 28th, 2010%
This kind of weirdness permeated the entire trip. Permeated it like a thick black tar. Not unlike the crap washing ashore in Louisiana and Santa Barbara right this moment: That oil-drilling residue tar that just sticks to you and is damn near impossible to remove. Ever have that shit stuck on your feet? It’s hella hard to get off. . . . → Read More: The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly…
By Kernut, on May 23rd, 2010%
Here are 5 Dating Tips… 1. Coffee dates are the kiss of death. . . . → Read More: Dating Advice From The Unqualified
By Kernut, on May 20th, 2010%
 Mirroring: one of the methods practiced in Tantra. Do sexually confident women scare men or is this an attractive quality?
Really, I want to know. My sexual confidence and security has intimidated more than a few boyfriends. It’s a running theme. And, sadly, the older and more confident I get, the more I seem to intimidate them. So it’s not like it’s going away and I have no intention of squashing it.
But I’m about ready to give up all efforts at finding a match.
Before you let your kinky imaginations run wild… I don’t even get a chance to bring out the whips and chains before they get scared (read: ‘sudden loss of interest below the waist’).
I’m kidding about the whips and chains. Kind of.
Seriously, I’m not even a screamer, much. I just enjoy sex and am not shy about it, or talking about it.
Is that intimidating to men? Don’t stop now! Continue reading Sexual Confidence: Can You Handle It?
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