Cindyisms

Ever get those days when you find that you feel naughty? Everything that you say comes out a little slanted to the obscene side. Every touch seems like it a little bit more lingering then it should. You look in the mirror and where yesterday you saw some hideous creature, you see one hot momma/poppa. I’m having one of those weeks and I LIKE IT! This week I’m not the funny fat girl with great hair. This week I’m the voluptuous woman with great hair and sex appeal. I like this me better. I’m more confident when I’m this me. More people smile and yes I’m sure it is because I smile more, but I’ll take it anyway I get it. And men, well lets be honest there are enough guys that like a little (a lot) more meat on their BBQ. Yes I just compared myself to meat and I LIKE IT.

I spent Friday afternoon with my friend Sue. She is a overweight, 56 year old black woman and she is my mentor. My mentor of what you might ask?! Well my mentor at being a sexy, confident and wonderful woman. Don’t get me wrong my momma can charm the pants off any man so I come by a lot of this stuff naturally, but Sue teaches me that it’s good to trust in your own sexuality. That it’s okay if your first thought when you see a man is “Damn can I take him home?” Even if he is a priest. Doesn’t mean your going to do it and the priest of course you can’t deny he is hot, but that by thinking it isn’t hurting anyone.

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Okay this post is not for the faint of heart. So proceed at your own risk.

Today I came up to visit my folks and Momma and I once again made some Zucchini bread and cake. The response from everybody who had it last time was damn that’s good shit, so we figured why not one more time. This time I did more of the combining the ingredients and I did the grating of the nutmeg and the zesting of the lemon peel. I did a fine job and I didn’t even draw blood, but I’ll be damned if I could remember the name of that little tool. The first time I called it Astro-glide which many might know is lube. Though fun stuff, not usually used in baking. Then astro-plane and I thought what the fuck is wrong with me? Baking is like death, but that’s not right either. So Momma said it’s a Microplane and said, “Micro as in little.” Man did I feel stoopid!

Seven Loaves Of Bread and Cakes Are Baking! YUMMM!

Baking for me is a new Hair Raising experience!