Boobs n Viagra on a 737...
I'm sure that somewhere along the lines of this post, something amusing will come along, but in general, this will be some ramblings that will question whether or not I have been abusing substances.
In my review with my supervisor at work, in order to sign off on that raise I got 3 days ago, we were discussing something about the internet and somehow the topic that I had a blog (as does she!) came up. I pointed out that I made a huge point of not discussing work other than little bits here and there and never named the company by name, and changed the names to protect the stupid. Much like me, she does the same. So I digress.. anyways... we were discussing the fact that I am going to be doing some job shadowing in a couple of weeks for a position that I absolutely would love. Flight dispatcher. However... I will need to learn to land a 737. OH BOY.
So I have gotten all the documentation I need to start training and then to write the exams... but.. I guess I need to go do some ground school and practise on the simulators. I do solemnly promise not to try and fly a 737 upside down like I did on the simulator at the Aerospace Museum. ;-)
In other news, I had the strangest conversation with Devin yesterday... 2 hr call, 1 hr of it discussing recreational drug use... it was odd.. weird.. I can't explain anymore than that, it was just freakin weird.
And somewhere along my blog trolling, and I do apologise I cannot give credit where credit is due because I have gotten lost in my blog travels... I read this hysterical statistic:
"There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them. "
Which reminds me of this guy I used to date...
Due to a fluke freak fuckup in a minor surgery, there was some nerve damage to the nerve that controls erections and ejaculation and orgasm. Its ingrained in your mind that the 'end' of sex results in orgasms on both parts (well its supposed to, and I get to be first damnit). Because of this injury, he was 30 yrs old and taking Viagara and there was no orgasm or ejaculation... which is difficult to get over the feeling of "what am I not doing right" and having to mentally figure out how to accept this. Granted, 4 hour marathons and I was always first... but its a mental thing - to not be able to fufill your partner in the same fashion - difficult concept to grasp. Didn't mean he didn't enjoy sex - he always did - just meant that the end result was slightly different.
Oh and to answer the questions - yes, he's a very wealthy man now and it was great birth control.
Roit, bedtime for bonzo, work tomorrow... and I do very solemnly promise Mossy, Dtrini and T that I will do the blogathon stuff.
In my review with my supervisor at work, in order to sign off on that raise I got 3 days ago, we were discussing something about the internet and somehow the topic that I had a blog (as does she!) came up. I pointed out that I made a huge point of not discussing work other than little bits here and there and never named the company by name, and changed the names to protect the stupid. Much like me, she does the same. So I digress.. anyways... we were discussing the fact that I am going to be doing some job shadowing in a couple of weeks for a position that I absolutely would love. Flight dispatcher. However... I will need to learn to land a 737. OH BOY.
So I have gotten all the documentation I need to start training and then to write the exams... but.. I guess I need to go do some ground school and practise on the simulators. I do solemnly promise not to try and fly a 737 upside down like I did on the simulator at the Aerospace Museum. ;-)
In other news, I had the strangest conversation with Devin yesterday... 2 hr call, 1 hr of it discussing recreational drug use... it was odd.. weird.. I can't explain anymore than that, it was just freakin weird.
And somewhere along my blog trolling, and I do apologise I cannot give credit where credit is due because I have gotten lost in my blog travels... I read this hysterical statistic:
"There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them. "
Which reminds me of this guy I used to date...
Due to a fluke freak fuckup in a minor surgery, there was some nerve damage to the nerve that controls erections and ejaculation and orgasm. Its ingrained in your mind that the 'end' of sex results in orgasms on both parts (well its supposed to, and I get to be first damnit). Because of this injury, he was 30 yrs old and taking Viagara and there was no orgasm or ejaculation... which is difficult to get over the feeling of "what am I not doing right" and having to mentally figure out how to accept this. Granted, 4 hour marathons and I was always first... but its a mental thing - to not be able to fufill your partner in the same fashion - difficult concept to grasp. Didn't mean he didn't enjoy sex - he always did - just meant that the end result was slightly different.
Oh and to answer the questions - yes, he's a very wealthy man now and it was great birth control.
Roit, bedtime for bonzo, work tomorrow... and I do very solemnly promise Mossy, Dtrini and T that I will do the blogathon stuff.
posted by Kristin at 4/30/2005 11:59:00 PM
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