Tag: NSFW

I’m Sorry, But WHAT?

Okay. I don’t tend to focus too much on my blog stats, but sometimes, I do get curious about my referrers, clicks, search terms, etc. This morning, after getting up with the baby, I turned on Special Agent Oso for my little man, and plopped down at my computer to check how my blog did yesterday. I was a bit surprised when this popped up under search terms for this morning…

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Yep. Someone actually searched for THAT in Google, and my blog popped up. Supposedly. For scientific research purposes, I Googled that exact search term, and… guys, DO NOT do it. Just don’t. Now… it was only 6:00 in the morning where I live when I checked this. So either someone is an early riser (if you know what I mean), or maybe they were outside of the U.S.? I don’t know. Heck, they could have been trying to look up a movie that wasn’t porn… but if the search results that I got when I searched were any indication of the movie that they were looking for… then I highly doubt it.

Oh, and for the record, I scrolled through 5 or 6 pages, and my blog never popped up. So how the hell…?

On second thought, I don’t want to know. Nope. Nope nope nope.

Thanks for reading my non-porn blog, friends.

Jan

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Dream Journal 1/26/16

Future (2-3 years?).

Liam, now a blond toddler, and I were at the park with a group of other moms and kids. Liam was around 3 or 4 years old, and was running around the playground with several other kids. I was sitting at a picnic table with the four other women, and one of them was telling the group that she had caught her husband cheating on her, but he didn’t know that she knew about it. She was talking about how she wanted to get even with him, and that she wanted to find an attractive guy to cheat with, so that her husband would catch her. One of the other women told her that she could use her husband, as they were in an open relationship, and he probably wouldn’t mind.

The other two moms got up and left to get their children, visibly upset by the women’s discussion. I turned my head to watch the kids play, trying not to listen in on their private conversation. A few minutes later, I turned back, and they were passionately (and pretty aggressively) kissing each other, and one of them had removed their shirt. I quickly stood up and took several steps back. Once I vacated the picnic table, they quickly re-positioned, lying down over the spot I had just stood up from, and continued.

I looked around, slightly embarrassed, and saw other people starting to look in our direction. Several people were even moving closer. I kept backing away, and walked over to the playground to get my son. When I turned back around, a large crowd had formed around the picnic table, and were cheering the two ladies on loudly. I grabbed Liam’s hand and we walked away quickly, but the crowd kept growing and getting louder. We started to run, and cut across the baseball field to get to our car.

I could still see the crowd growing from across the park, and could see dollar bills, jewelry, and other expensive things, being thrown in the air. We drove away, and I asked Liam if he wanted to get lunch at Wendy’s. He told me he wanted to go to Jack In The Box, even though the closest one was hours away. I told him that we could go, as I hadn’t been in years, whipped the car around, and started speeding off in the opposite direction. I turned on the radio, and the One Direction song Story of My Life was playing. We sang together, joking about how much we really didn’t like One Direction, but the song was so catchy…

And then I woke up.