Bring it on, Cover!



*Gee, I wonder who this reminds me of? VT?

Creepy cats! They are my kryptonite. She sent this to me and it freaked me out.

This cat is possessed.


She is a brave one to do this to me. Her weakness? 1. Snakes and 2. People who touch their eyes.
I will scour the net! It's on!

First of all, grow up. It's the internet and the internet is full of deviants. This is a sex/porn site. Naked bodies people! You can find every type of sorted perversion from tasteful to down right unbelievable!
The women and men who post here face the same things.
Which include:
Disgusting comments under their pics.
Disgusting emails abut their pics.
Disgusting examples of what they want to do you our bodies.

What did you expect when you signed in and became a member of a porn site? Hugs, Kisses, Roses and Rainbow Comments? Get REAL! Your are dealing with a multiple amount of members here. If you expected all members to be lovely and well behaved on a sex site, you are out of your mind! The new members get slapped in the face with a dose of reality that they find hard to handle. So they blog their disgust or they blog about how disappointed they are about what they see under their pics or in their emails. One particular poster seems to think that she is the only one who faces such ordeals. When I mentioned under the blog that everyone on NN faces the same problems, my comment was deleted. All well and good. It was just a small comment and not at all rude. I was merely sharing her thoughts and maybe she would understand that it is rampant here.

Every few months a member (new or not) bitches and moans about the comments or the emails. That is their right. It doesn't do any good and it won't change things. So move on.

The assumption comment that mentions a mans lack of dick size: "Now i also receive some crude comments from what i would term "small dick wonders" Um? Dick size has nothing to do with how they comment. THEY ARE EXCITED! Hello?

Your comment: "So instead of doing this lets have a bit of respect and decorum, yes?" Hmmm? I hate it to break it to you....this is not going to happen. Again, hello? Porn site.

Another part of your comments: "All i need to do is BLOCK these posters which again is a shame" Congratulations! You know what to do with those who leave such comments. You are learning rather quickly!

And you wrote: "I also notice that a lot of the language from some of these idiots, is somewhat worrying and probably proves beyond any reasonable doubt why they do not have a girlfriend or wife." WRONG AGAIN! Some of these men are. What does it matter? A crude man can be married too. You assume too much.

Another one of your gems: "YOU ARE REFERRING TO AN OBJECT a woman is not an object a woman is a person." Tsk tsk tsk. On here, you are a picture and a picture is an object. I am sure that they know you are not an object in real life, but to them you are a picture and a fantasy.

Although a member can voice their opinion on this matter in the correct way, the thoughts are naive in thinking that perverted and deplorable reaction to their nude bodies doesn't exist. As I stated before, the men and women on this site face the same disgusting and out of line attention.

This is not a rant. It is a reality check. A reality check that every member faces here.
You have 3 choices: 1. Deal with it. 2. Block block block. 3. Leave.

See, not rude. Just informative.

It was a good day. Busy, but good.

*A Sexual Harassment on another officer was thrown on my desk.
*I Was on the phone for a few hours with a Double Suicide Pact.
*I am training my new assistant.
*Captain P (Mr Women Are Weak) wanted me to get his coffee. Can you guess how that turned out?
*The new assistant failed to tell me some investigation files were inside his drawer....the ones that were supposed to be signed yesterday.
*And to top it all off, I was xxxxxx to wear clothes longer than I usually wear them! Oh the humanity!

All in all, the day was still awesome! I like how I never know what will happen next. My personality is not geared for the mundane. But I think you have figured that out already...lol

A good ole Lego funny combined with a Star Wars theme will get me all of the time.


Good Night.

Why? Tell me why? One response: "Eew"

Yes, I have a burn on my arm. It has been there since I was 4 years old. I have grown to accept and admire it. The scar is who I am....and it's glorious. There is a history behind it. It took my entire childhood to realize that the scar does not define who I am. I wear the scar, it doesn't wear me. Now and again a person tries to challenge me on it. Like today. I was asked why I don't keep it hidden.

He says: Don't you get asked about your arm? It is sort of off putting. *he makes a grimace look*
Me: Curious people do and I don't mind.
He replies: You can fix that by wearing long sleeves.
Me: *with a big cheeky grin* Why would I do that? It would be like covering up the Mona Lisa.
His response: Kind of conceited isn't it?
Me: Far from conceited. But definitely confident.
Him: How so?
Me: Confident enough to know that I see the beauty in a scar. My scars makes me an individual. You see, being shallow doesn't make you an individual, it makes you small.
His last comment: Is that a dig?

Just to clear it up, I have been working with this man since 2010.
His honesty did not bother me. It is a part of life.
This blog is not about garnering compliments. It is about accepting our physical scars.

I just spent a few hours editing reports. One report appeared to be bleeding out.....lol
Yes, I admit that I am a Grammar Nazi at work.

**VT? Remember the menu?.....lol

Losing myself in a memory.
It started during lunch time. I was enjoying the day, the deer, the squirrels and the birds. I looked up at the trees and watched the birds play. They were singing to one another in perfect harmony. Then I remembered the blue bird sounds in the song "Over The Rainbow" From there my memories of my Dad singing that very song to me, popped into my head. My Dad had an Irish Tenors voice when he sang and I loved it! When the birds singing in that particular part of the song came, my Dad would be whistling like one. From that memory I went back in time to how he whistled every day. After a few minutes I realized that I must have looked like a grinning fool....lol. I was lost in thought and was just sitting there swinging my legs back and forth as I sat at the picnic table.

I started to sing Over The Rainbow and loved it! There it was..I wasn't tired any longer. I had the mental fortitude I needed to go back to the office and tackle those who needed me.

My Dad is with me everyday. He ought to be, I am my Dads Daughter. He taught me that memories are like our own personal bibles...good or bad, thick or thin....our memories bring us strength, our memories bring us guidance.

Last night at the grocery store a young woman in her 20's decided that she was above the 12 items of less rule and put 23 items on the conveyor belt. The woman behind her asked her to go to another line. The young woman said that it isn't going to hurt anything. So I spoke up and was told to mind my own business. The cashier told her to either put things back or to get out of line. She then pulled a whammy. The little brat said that she was buying for her sister too and split the items into 3 separate piles. The cashier turned into a pussy and let her do it.

Well there was no way I was going to let that slide.....lol. Oh you know it!...I went there. I carefully reached from behind the woman in front of me and removed the tampon box and deodorant from her items. The woman in front of me did a great job of holding back her laughter.

I wonder if she needed the tampons right away?
I don't need a spanking for this one. I didn't do anything that bad.....*snicker*

Ooops!


Sometimes, Even I know when to laugh at the police.


Classic!