Football Man........touch down zero

I decided I need to blog about my football man. Now this is out of order for my knotches but this one has been bugging me for a while.  Now I have mentioned that I love football and I have had this man hitting me that is a ex-football player, he claims he was a pro football player but I'm not so sure.  Anyway he was talking to me, making the moves, at one point I ask him straight up what he wants with me.  He admitted he wanted sex........now I'm saying it much more bluntly than did, he actually said "make love to you".  I just said ok I can deal with that but i made him wait several more weeks because I had to think about if that is what I wanted........basically just sex.  He called me one day and wanted to come over so finally I decided.....what the hell, I'm grown and know what I'm getting into.  I told him to come over later in the evening, and of course he did.  He came in and the first thing he sat on my couch for a little while and we just talked.  Now one thing I have to say he is a big man.........works out, coaches football, etc.........you can tell he played football because he is huge.  I have a small dog......she is all of 7 pounds but a hyper little girl.  She was all excited that someone was at ours place but football man acted all leery of little dog so I kept her away from him.  If you have  pet you know what I mean when I say if you like me, you have to like my pet......so that football man was acting so strange about my little dog didn't sit so well with me. (here again I should have got a clue!!!!)  Anyway she got away from me, jumped on the arm of the chair, over to the arm of the couch up on football man's shoulder, ran across his shoulders and down on the other side.  It was so funny but the best part was the look on football man's face, like he was going to jump up, run and total shock.  (here again I should have gotten a clue) I really think football man was scared of this little dog.  I than put little dog in her crate and covered it with a blanket so she would leave us alone.  Then we got down to business on the couch.  I like how he kiss at least it wasn't bad, wasn't the best but pretty average.  While sitting on the couch I pulled of my shirt and had my pants open..........decieded we should be comfortable, so we went to my bedroom......Rest of the clothes come off and the first thing I realize this man has a small dick.......about the size of my thumb, and uncut.  I think maybe when he gets hard it gets bigger........oh hell no......no such luck for me. I'm absolutely tripping.......OMG not again.  Yes he has a thumb-size dick and no hard-on.  I even went down on him thinking maybe this would be ok, that he would get hard and it would be bigger........Oh no...............he kept saying over and over "oh that feels good, that feels good, that feels good", but hell he could'nt get a hard-on.  So when he couldn't get hard I was done because I had been down this road before but he asks for some lube and for me to get on my knees.......so WTF I can be game, I get the lube, give it to him, get on my knees, my ass in the air, he lubes up his Mr Softee the proceeds to rub it up and down the crack of my ass.  I bury my face in the covers trying not to laugh out loud, trying to hold my shoulders still so he don't realize I'm laughing.  Finally I have had enough, he didn't eat at the "Y", couldn't stand up for the action and wasn't long enough to get there even if Mr Softee would have stood at attention.  I'm wondering what the hell do I say to him and not laugh........then I get the bright idea to say I think I scared him with me being so forward..........here again making it look like it was my fault.......but I couldn't be mean, he has had to live his entire life with a little Mr Softee.  Has to live the rest if his life with a little dick but I wanted him gone from my place.  All I could do was laugh the rest of the evening. I haven't heard from him since thank my lucky stars or the sex god......whatever.  The one thing I can't figure out is what does a man think when he has such a small dick that he's gonna start something with a woman to have sex with her.  If you have a small dick at least compensate by either giving a great finger fuck or eatin pussy.  If you don't or can't  do either then stay home and put your Mr Softee into your own hands!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Birthdays.......just another day!!!!

well Monday is my birthday.......another year older......but what does it really mean?  I don't feel any older. Birthday isn't what makes me feel older.....it is the stresses in life......job, children, men, money, and just life challenges in general.  I don't feel like my age and hopefully people see I am young at heart........I think of myself as I did years ago just more experience under my belt.  I feel much younger now because I have much more happiness in my heart than I had for many years.  I lost alot of my heart in the last several years and finally feel like I'm getting that back.  I'm doing things for myself and want to enjoy my life.........so here is to birthdays and not getting older but younger at heart and enjoying  life!!!!!!!

what's the deal with men????

I have a friend that was starting to see someone, take your time to get to know the man but you really like him.  After all the crap that you have been thru you want to take your time and make sure of what's going on. You talk and talk with the new man, there is so much you like about him that you start thinking this might turn into something.  You get to feel like a teenager again and get to make out but still not sure how far you really want to go........then finally you get there and the man can't get it up. I'm Sorry Pool-girl!!!!! Been there had that happen to me.......and when it does the first thing is WTF......but then you start to wonder what the fuck is wrong with me, especially if the man has been all over you, sweet talking you with how beautiful, sexy, hot, gorgous or whatever they say to sweet talk you.  I don't know what the problem with the man is.......if it is a ED issue, over excitment, they are closet gay, or they are just full of shit.  But when it is time to get down to the dance in the sheets and he can't get it up alot falls back onto the woman as to what the hell is wrong with me.  I can't figure it out and truly don't care anymore......i basically think men are full of shit.......nothing personal against any one man but I'm so over it.  I deal with alot of self confidence issues anyway without having to deal with a man's limp noodle problems.  If you can't get it up then let me know because I will understand and can be patient but don't fuckin tell me "I don't know?? This hasn't ever happened to me before"........because I promise it is not the first time it has happen, and yes it counts when you are spanking the monkey and can't finish yourself off.   After all that sweet talking why would you mke it to be like it was my fault for your limp noodle issue.  To be honest because of the meds I have a hard time getting to the big "O" but don't mean I don't enjoy all the action.  I think from now on if I ever find anonther man I would like to dance in the sheets with I'm gonna tell him........fuck me like there is no tomorrow but maybe I will and maybe I won't fall over the edge........but it's not you if I don't........it is me!!!!!

addiction

I have decided I have a addiction.....it sucks because it is so hard to break. I don't have many vises, I don't smoke, don't drink coffee or caffine drink, don't do drugs. I do like to drink liquor but that's not the addiction...its a serious addiction because I can't stop. For about 2 or 3 weeks I can cut back to one a week and then after that it is like I have to make up for lost time and that's all I want. It is terrible and so frustrating because I don't what to have to feel like I have to have and I don't want to crave it. I know your going ok so what is the addiction already....and it not sex. I have admitted I have a problem....I have an addiction...I need it when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm stressed and I just am...I'm addicted to Dr Pepper!! Yes I have faced my addiction but I don't know how to break it to beat this addiction. I need to be admitted to Dr Pepper rehab Sign me up!!

Hi to my followers

Hi Everyone!!!! I want to say thanks for reading my blog. I know sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's crazy, sometimes it's really strange, and of course sometimes it's just plain dumb........but sometimes that is what goes thru my mind and I feel like blogging about that. If you're a regular follower please add yourself as a follower and if you have comments feel free to comment. I would love your comments and if you have an idea I could blog about let me know. I will get back to some more knotches to add to my bedpost but all in good time, sometimes I struggle finding the right words to talk about some of those situations and the men involved. Yes so far all the situations with the men actually happened.

So thanks again for reading, be a follower, and make comments!!!

Love ya all!!

Butter!!

mustache

Everyone knows someone with a mustache, or maybe I should say a man.........but you know one of your friends has a Lady-stache. Yes that is exactly what you think it is..............a lady with a mustache. Now I won't lie I have a issue with the lady-stache but I wax that puppy off and between waxings I pluck them sucker out. Still haven't figured out why as you get older you start growing hair in funk place that a person should just not grow hair and one of those places is the lady-stache. Now I'm not saying only older lady's grow the "stache", I've seen a few younger lady's with the "stache" but today I noticed several different women with the lady-stache going on.........I can't help but wonder do they look in the mirror and see it or do their eyes lie to them and they don't see it??? Am I just crazy anal because soon as I seen one little hair I'm freakin out and pluckin that bad boy. I figured everybody and their brother has seen it and are wondering what's up with my lady-stache. Now I know i'm crazy about it but I used to work this woman, younger than me and she had a seriously, major, big time lady-stache going on. I'm mean it was so much hair on her lip I wondered if her husband was gay and enjoyed the tickle of that hairy lip when he kissed her. If she was going down on him he had to see that mustache on her lip and feel like a man was suckin his noodle. I can't help but wonder why he didn't say, "hey baby let's try a new look and lose the lady-stache". What man wants to kiss and have relations with a woman that has a better mustache than he does??? Just one of those thing I ponder and just can't figure out!!!!!!

Man Purse

Yesterday late afternoon I took a nap when I work up it was 8:30 I knew I wasn't going to bed ready fro bed unil late. I decided to go out for a little while, I hadn't had supper, so i got a shower, then went to Bdubs for some grub, hoping there would be some kind of football on......there was but it was college. Had a drink, enjoyed some dinner, watched the game......it was after 11pm, I left and decided to go by one of my other hang out spots.......ok go in and have a drink. Sitting there shootin the shit with the bartender and a couple other people. Seen this group of guys that came in.......they looked like they couple have been scoccer players or something..............or something is the key word here.........but I think they were actually just a bunch of mexican. The one guy had a man purse over his shoulder, he even kept his money in his man purse and got his wallet out of his man purse to pay for his beer. I'm sorry but if you need to bring in a man purse when you go to a bar you got more baggage the any woman in the joint. I'm sorry lose the man purse dude, grow some balls and put your money in your pocket.

Now I don't see a guy with a man purse very often but after seeing the dude at the bar with one, then seen one on Monday at a Walmart in West Lafayette with one, I'm starting to wonder is this the new male generation.........carrying a manpurse.......what is that all about showing their fenimine side???? Well the hell with that put your shit in your pocket and walk like a man!!!!

toliet paper

I don't know about most people but I'm kinda picky about toliet paper. The kind of toliet paper I buy to how the roll goes one the roller. First it has to be that when you pull the paper it rolls over the top and down.......any other way and I have to change it. I absolutely hate it when it falls down the back and you have to keep spinning the roll to get ahold of the end. Then I like soft paper not that crappy paper most public places use in their restrooms.......not only is that paper stiff and crispy but seems like it is always 1 ply paper. One ply paper is just asking for trouble......yes, first you have to pull a wad as big as a softball to get the coverage you need when your taking care of business, then you have to worry about slippage or tear thru. If you don't have a big enough wad you don't want a finger tearing thru at any point in the process. Another thing about that thin, crappy paper when those public restrooms clean and put new rolls in, they are so tight in the roller when you pull the sheet they tear of one sheet at a time........or just the corner and you have to hold on to it, trying to unroll with the other hand!!!!! Then you gotta love the brand new roll that the start end is glued down and you have to tear thru the first 6 layers to get it started. You tell me these things have not happened to you at some point in your business trips to the restroom??

the sock

if it is stupid it will happen to me....I'm in meeting for work in Indy, we need to dress business casual....to me business casual is nice dark jeans and nice top. Getting dressed for my meeting today I decided to wear this sweater type top that is all in one like a tank and sweater. Looks nice and dressy. Got dressed and ran out the door for my 40 minute drive to Indy....traffic sucked but got there only about 5 minute late. Sitting in the meeting, taking part and being active....they have food, I got some fruit and a blueberry muffin (yummo) and then sat around a little more, than woohoo a break because I gotta pee. Run to the restroom, undo my pants, lift my shirt and I hear a plop on the floor.....there on the floor is one of my white socks...I look around...where the hell did that come from...looking at my feet....shoes and socks still on my feet...so the only place it could have come from is my shirt....what the hell, the shirt has been in my closet for months and months that sock hung in there....I put that shirt on, left for my meeting, walked into the Loon Lake Lodge, sat at the table, went to the breakfast table for my muffin and that sock hung in there.....hopefully it didn't hang out the back like a tail. Guess the sock just couldn't hang on anymore because when I went to pee that was it....maybe it was toliet-phobic and jumped before it would fall in the toliet. You know all that swishing and swirling....it would be like a water ride. So this afternoon I will ponder what my other clothes are hiding and if I need to check everything I put on before I leave my home....but for now I'm still shaking my head asking the ultimate question....why does this kind of stupid stuff happen to me??

Size does matter

While driving down the road there was a commercial on the radio "does size matter??" All I could say after what I have been thru "FUCK YA!!! Size matters!!!!". I have been the with the Itty Bitty dickoies and when it won't reach to give me a ride than what's the point. They say its not the size but how the man uses it!! Ha that's bullshit too!! Had a long skinny dick and all that did was hit bottom and hurt.that must be where the term pencil dick came from. So what would be a good size..... Bigger than my thumb and more girth than a freakin pencil but beyond that I'm not so sure but I do know size matters.....I always think at least once I would like to hook up with someone and see the man tool and say "OMG what am I supposed to do with that" and have a fun time making it work, fit and trying it out,,,,,,and not the because its a ITTY BITTY!!!!.

customer service my style

I just had a passing thought......my profile if you read it says I work for a big grocery store chain amd yes this is true.....they preach, encourage, insist, push customer service. Now dont get me wrong when I go to a store I want good customer service, be treated nicely by reasonably smart customer service people. Now I feel like I am a very smart customer service person and I have to say as a general rule my staff is the same............but where in god's name do all these stupid, unreasonable, greedy down right crazy people come from that think I as a customer service person has to kiss their ass?????? I guess it is a good thing that I don't get to say all the things that go thru my mind when I see some of these people or smell these people or listen to and hear these people talk or having to deal with their craziness. Just looking at some of these customer I wish we could give away hotel size bars of soap, shampoo, toothbrushes and toothpaste. I understand about not having a lot of money but at least bath and keep clean. Wash your hands, face, hair and clothes........and combs and brushes go a long way not to mention the use of scissors to cut the rats nests out of their hair. Then OMG they must have dirty mirrors or no mirrors because the clothes they wear............even plain jeans and a shirt would look better then the rolls, muffin tops, sagging boobs, and wide load asses they squeeze into clothes that are spagehetti strap, tank tops, tube top, stretch pants, shorty shorts, low hung jeans and all around skank wear they bought in sizes 3 times too small!!! I haven't mentioned the hairdos, makeup, and shoes. It is unreal how these people dress on a daily bases. How can they stand to smell themselves......imagine how thei home must smell......ewwwwww yuck.
Men wearing womens clothes and wigs because they are drag queens, girls that dress like dudes, which wouldn't be such a big deal but they all dress like either ICP or hip hop gangster. Have I mentioned tatoos?? I love tats, have a few myself, will probably get more but today was a topper.........this girl shaved her eyebrows and had stars tatooed in a arch for eyebrows. I was like WTF.......I know she would be on the top of my to hire list!!! I just dont understand that some people get tats that are so freakin ugly.......I just want to ask "did you pay money to have that done??? I hope not, cuz if you did you need a refund." Then there are the customer that just absolutely drive me over the edge.......do they think I'm stupid.........if some of these people spent as much time on honest work that they do to figure out how to scam the store they would probably have plenty of money. I've had customer make me so mad I have done the "fuck you dance" to walking away and slamming the office door......and I have said things before I shouldn't have but there comes a time where all bets are off. So people are so freakin rude like I owe them the world and everything in it but I don't how much or how little you have I don't owe you anything........I work hard to take care and support myself........I live by you treat me kindly and nice I will be the same to you.......I will even start it and be nice first but don't give me your shit and adittude cuz bitch all bets are off and the shit is on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Laundry

Laundry, dishes and trash........they never end and there's always more.......today I broke down and had to do my laundry, I have been putting it off since last Thursday. I went last week to the laundry mat on 8th street because I had several blankets to wash. I really like this laundry mat because it nice, new, clean, and they work at keeping it that way. The only problem is there is this guy that works there and he is too nice. I know your going what the **** ???? TOO NICE???? yes he is too nice. Last time I was there he helped carry out my basket full of laundry to my truck. Not used to that, I'm used to doing for myself and if I need help I will ask.
Ok so after the last time I thought ok he was just being nice and he did help other people out with their laundry too. That was all fine but today when I went to do my laundry at the same place he was there again.........this time he came out to my truck to help take the laundry in.........I just as soon take my own dirty clothes in.........but he was like no here let me get it for you.......is he gonna smell my dirty clothes, more specifically my dirty panties?? My dirty bras that have boob sweat on them. Then I thought OMG what does boob sweat smell like.........I know what dirty panties smells like.........and other dirty laundry.........so was that the deal with this guy to smell everyones dirty laundry??? Why else would he want to carry dirty laundry in........ oh yeah he's being nice. Guess that is just what it is.

The Wash out

One day at work we were talking about men and what we liked in a man. Everyone has that special thing or couple things that turns them on.......I like big stature men, shaved bald heads, and oh I don't know sometimes things just have to click. So anyway one of my work friends decides she is going to introduce me to a past co-work of hers (and friend). She thinks I will like him because he has a shaved bald head, which was fine but we just didn't have that click. We called each other a few times and talked even went to Bdubs for a drink and chatted. Now that was interesting because you know it is a small world........years ago he was living with his baby mama and her other son from another man. Her son was in the same class, school and was friends with my younger son. So while we talked it was like remembering and catching up with some of the people we knew from when the boys were in elementary school. It was kinda nice to have that in common but was kinda weird. First I didn't like his son's mama, the son was a pretty nice kid but situation was strange to me at the time. Mr Washout and I were supposed to go out to dinner.......he was supposed to call me when he got home from work and then we would go, well I never heard from him (yeah guess I got stood up) and so we didn't have dinner.........about a month later I ran into him at my work and he apologize profusely because he got home, took a nap and didn't wake up until really late. You know I don't really have a problem with that but the next day call and say hey I was wiped out from work, zonked out and didn't wake up till late.......that's fine ......whatever but like i said things just didn't click so I was ready to move on, and honestly was glad to move on. Now with all that said--- because I went to Bdubs to have a drink with Mr Wash out the next crazy thing happened to me............

Landscape

My friend told me he did some manscaping so of course my mind wonders about things....like what exactly and how much manscaping....I mean I know what he's talking about but how much?? Just trimming the short and curlies or buzzin the bush down to like a G.I.'s buzzcut when he joins the army?? Or getting out the razor and giving it up to the boyhood days of no hair?? Now I don't know about other women but for myself I like the ladyscaping....used to do the "landing strip" but I could never keep it in a nice strip and then when you would keep the landing strip those hairs would grow long and get curly then that was kinda strange too. So than every so often I would have to trim the curlies back....that's just too much trouble...I finally decided to go "Bald Eagle"....just lather up just like when I do my legs and swipe, swipe, and its done. Just feels cleaner,think it smells cleaner too...not to mention about that special visit from Aunt Martha. Only thing is if I'm bald eagle and Mr Funtime is reliving his boyhood...that's no fun becausehis junk just sticks too much to my cushion for the pushin instead of getting a good slid and glide going. Manscaping or Ladyscaping....would you let someone else to it to you or is that a job you rather handle personally?? Wow that's an interesting question.....what would I do??

is it good

Ok so keep in mind I've had a few drinks....laying at home in bed and I just had a passing thought (over look the spelling errors)....is it a bad thing to take pain reliever, cough med with codine, anti-depressant, blood presure, antihistamine, decongestant after drinking? I just know I feel pretty damn good right now and I'm going to sleep if my demon puppy will let me!!!!OMG she wants to play and I want to sleep!!
She's can be such a bitch!! LOL!!!

the exudus.....

Things are hopping at Shouts and then comes the exudus....they all go to the Ramada....all the same faces....same hos...the same....dude's trollin for a piece of ass for the night....just movin on for the next drink.....me included, with 2 pitchers of Long islands under my belt and I get to have one more than it is water for the rest of the night......I will have to fix all my typo because I broke my cheater readers!!! That sucks cuz I really like then but hey they were only $1. Ok so now I lost track of my thought path or is that my train of thought!! Its started but not totally the exudus from Shouts but a few. My ass better stop till I can fix my typos get some glasses to see and to the next blog!!!!

feel the need!!!

No not that need!!! Your so bad because I know what you were thinkin.....but I'm talkin about the need to blog about things I see when I'm out and sitting at the bar. I never felt this way before I started to blog and I can blog from my phone..... I see so much I would love to blog about but I would look like a geek sitting typing on my phone with my dorky cheater readers on.....god forbid can't do that I'm supposed to be the perverbible Mrs Robinson Hot Mama older women snaggin the young stud!!! STOP laughing!!!

shoes? what kind are hottest

Thursday night....love thursday nights, my main night out. Go out drink, chill, have a good time , shoot the shit with friends. First you have to figure out what to wear, once that is done its the shoes!!! I would love to wear a shoe with 3 or 4 inch heels but I'm afraid I will twist my ankle or break my neck, especially once I've had a few to drink. So do I put on strappy sandels, flip-flops, or comfy shoes like athletic shoes. Well tonight it is strappy sandels with straps around my ankles before long I will have to wear warmer shoes. But the big question is do men really care what kind of shoe a woman has on? Sure there is the sky high fuck me shoe and the cutsie shoe but ultimately do they care? If the main goal is a piece of ass, I don't know about anyone else but when I ride the pony I don't wear shoes (just my spurs LOL). Yes there have been a couple I wish I had spurs on to make the man move fast and harder but that's for another time.
So what are your favorite shoes to wear when you go out?
My favorite is the pair my puppy hasn't chewed up yet!!

the mind is a crazy thing

I know you have heard "the mind is a terrible thing to waste" .........but do you ever just wonder where you dreams come from? I do especially when I have the funky dreams when you wake up thinkin "what the hell". Like the other day I had a dream that I was in the shower, was getting out, when I pulled the shower curtain aside there was my boss waiting to get in. All I could do was laugh and ask my boss why didn't you tell me you wanted to take a shower?? Of course when I woke you thinkin "OMG why would I dream about my boss, I don't even particularly like my boss". There is that ewwww factor too. Now the dreams I enjoy are the sexy dreams and when you wake up it is always before the big bang moment which is totally frustrating. How hard do you try to go back to sleep right away to finish that dream........but you either can't go back to sleep orthe dream doesn't come back. The mind is a funny thing because from the day I left my ex I did not miss him or anything but the night after I found out my divorce was final I dreamed about my ex. I actually dreamed about him several times, when I woke up after dreamin about my ex I was down right pissed off, and still can't figure that one out. So what kind of dreams do you have??? Do you ever wonder why you dream what you dream? I do't know sometimes I have strange things that I wonder about and question.
Things that make you go hmmmmmmm????

Just wondering

Today on the way to work I stopped at Ricker's to get a pop for work and as I'm sitting in my truck this group of high school boys walk up to the building stop and talk to some other friends that were by their car......next thing I notice not one but at least 3 of this group of guys is tweakin around the front of their pants....adjusting the package....unstickin their balls from their leg, I don't know but I have noticed a lot of that going on these days. I raised two boys and while they growing up I never noticed it before but as they became young men the tweaking, adjusting and moving of the junk became much more noticable. What is the deal is the noodle and swedish meatballs hangin down so far that it needs moved around and unstuck, maybe a little Gold Bond powder would help that stickin issue. Thank the good Lord women don't have the need to adjust the girls and tweak the nips and do some general scratching.......ok enough of that I gotta pull the wedgie out of the crack of my ass.

Mr Feelgood

Bar sitter--that is what I have become. I like to go to the bar, sit, have a drink, watch the people, listen to the music and just chill out. Even though most people think oh your there to pick up a man.......well that is a side option but not the foremost thing on my mind. Like I have said before I'm comfortable with my own company but I make friends really easy. Most of the time if I'm at a bar and a man comes to talk to me and "hit" on me I usually go home alone. I didn't realize it until a couple weeks ago but men do notice me at the bar and notice that I usually go home alone. I have had a few come up to me start a conversation and part of the conversation is "I see at the bar alot but your never with anyone.......where's your man?"

I usually tell them straight up I kicked him to the curb. So on one of these occasions......me sitting at the bar chillin and drinkin.........guy comes up to me asks me the question......where's your man??........and why you at the bar alone. My usual response.......kicked him to the curb

anyway we start talking..........I'm in a mood ( ;-) ) if ya know what I mean and he must have been in a mood too. With my past experience with IB and L.D. I decide I'm going to ask a few important question before anything is gonna happen with me. First Then "can you get a hard-on" .........yes I truly ask him that question........he looked at me like are you kidding me? I felt like saying if you had happen to you some of the things that has happened to me you would be asking me questions too like...........after the funny look he just laughed at me.....the next question was accompanied with a hand jesture (no not that one) I was showing him my thumb and ask if he was bigger than my thumb??? Again he kinda laughed and ask me if I wanted to feel. Sure why not because if it wasn't a hand full then I wasn't going there. Mr Rabbit was ok but I wanted a man attached to the action, so I took Mr. Feelgood home and he made me feel good. LOL Now he was I needed at the moment but we only hooked up one other time. Yeah I know I said no string and no attachments but Mr Feelgood didn't get to just come up to me, tell me we are going to my place and expect me to just jump at his whim...........so needless to say I don't take well to a man thinkin he's gonna run my life or make me jump to his whims.......Mr Feelgood got the Miss Blow-off!!!!!