Showing posts with label doing what you shouldn't. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doing what you shouldn't. Show all posts

Monday, December 10, 2012

10 Things I Wouldn't Put In My Mouth



Today’s agenda at Stasha’s place is LIST 10 FOODS. Topic courtesy of Bridget at Twinisms.

I could assemble a list of my 10 favorite foods but I talk about food a lot anyway, so that bores even me.

I could put together a list of things I’ll eat. As indicated by the reaction of my scale this morning after a weekend out of town celebrating the holidays, that list is way too long and would be arduous to narrow down to just 10.

I could challenge myself (why would I do that on a Monday during the holidays?) and think of 10 foods I do not like, generally boycott, or would refuse to choke down. There’s so few of those that this should prove burdensome.

10 FOODS I HATE 
OR WOULDN’T PUT IN MY MOUTH
OR ONLY IF I WAS FORCED 
OR PAID

1.    Peas- It’s a known fact I hate them. Would I eat them on a dare or if someone forced me? Yes, but I wouldn’t be happy about or like it.

2.    Raw mushrooms- I wouldn’t just pick one up and eat it. I have a difficult enough time with cooked ones (other than portabellas) because of their slimy consistency but like peas, I’d eat them if I would get some benefit like money out of it.

3.    Raisons- Never liked them as a kid and hated when people gave them out as treats for Halloween. Still don’t care for them and not even in cookies. Put in chocolate or butterscotch chips instead.

4.    Goat cheese in sweets- I tried a goat cheese brownie yesterday. If I weren’t at a restaurant, I would have spit it in my napkin. Actually, I should have. It gave me the willies and I almost refused to swallow it. Don’t do that to brownies, please.

5.    Frog legs- I don’t even think I need to explain this. Who thought eating them was a good idea? I have a brother in law who, every time he orders them, picks them up and performs a little dance with them before he sinks his teeth in. Wrong!

6.    Lamb- Anything and I’ve given a good effort here. I really have. Sometimes, I’ll take a bite of someone’s lamb chop and think, “That’s not so bad.” But then, why would I eat a whole plate of it if it were not so bad? AND if you cook it in your house, which I mistakenly have for one of my kids, your house smell like funk for days.

7.    Wild game- I’ll group Buffalo, Venison, wild birds, and any other four legged mammal, bird or amphibian that’s not a cow, pig or chicken.

8.    I Don’t Do Organs

9.    Blue Cheese- If you want to see me vomit which I guarantee no one does, don’t make me eat a hunk of Blue Cheese. And don’t try to pass it off in a salad or dish. I can taste it from the moment it touches my tongue. You know that’s its mold, right?

10.                  Sardines (any way they come), Anchovies (unless you chop them up so small and don’t tell me (but I’ll know and not make a huge deal about it)), Herring- When I was in college, gold fish eating contests were big. Nothing alive and squirmy and slippery will ever end up swimming around in my stomach.

I thought this was going to be harder than it was. As I said, there’s not much I won’t eat.

I’m not getting on the scale for a few days until I can get this S$%T (me) under control around here!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Forbidden: Write On Edge


The word from Write On Edge is Forbidden.

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Just the utterance of the word, “forbidden”, gets a reaction from her because, of course, it’s all about what she’s not supposed to want; what she’s not supposed to do. 


Her heart immediately picks up it’s pace and she feels the flush rise in her cheeks. It’s as if she can feel the simple spoken word coursing through her veins. She reacts to it that much. But maybe it’s not the word so much as it’s the thought of the forbidden “one”.

The feeling is scary and sensual and exciting and enticing, all at the same time. Her body tingles, slightly vibrating. It's as if fingers on a non-existent hand are curling into itself, one by one starting with the littlest finger, beckoning her to come along. And her mind has left the building.

Her body struggles, challenged because it’s really difficult when you’re being coaxed toward the forbidden AND your mind has already given a half “yes”.

This is what “forbidden” has her do. And she’s doing it willingly with purpose and the forbidden one in mind.

I will step slowly towards you closing the small space between us and gently push you back until the wall allows you to move no further. There’s no one here but us. Don't worry.

With my hands lightly resting at your shoulders, my body will press against yours starting at our thighs, then our hips, belly buttons. My breasts will find your chest; heartbeats will find each other. Our bodies will react to the warmth and pressure in the most rhythmic way. My lips seeking your collar bone.

I will slowly make my way up the length of your neck, softly kissing and sucking yet careful so as not to make it obvious. Once reaching your earlobe, I will take it into my mouth and bite it. Maybe not so gently, it just depends. Breathing softly into your ear. Hands following every inch of the way.

My lips will accidentally brush your open mouth as they seek shelter on the other side, behind your other ear. Working my way entirely and tirelessly down, until they find the hallow of your throat; their resting place. My favorite spot. This is where my hands will meet too. On your chest.

Gently pushing away from you, my eyes meeting yours; they look as deep inside as they can see. Smiling I'll say, “This is what you get when you come too close to me. I warned you something like this would happen.

She knew she shouldn't have gotten so close to forbidden either. Because that would happen...and next time...