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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

Location: California, United States

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Pot Pourri

This morning I am drinking BloggersFuel Late Night Log In. It's a "bold, dark roasted blend of South American and Island coffees." Perhaps my palate is a bit jaded but this particular blend is leaving me feeling flat. It has a nice earthy flavor and, as promised, a smooth finish.

However, I need a bit more than earthiness to wake up my taste buds. What I am trying to decide is, does this blend lack complexity or am I just unable to discern its subtleties?

I would venture to say that this would be a nice evening blend for those of you who can take caffeine at night and still sleep. This is a coffee that I would rather have with some cream and sweetener; not something I ordinarily say about any coffee.

It's always interesting to see what others have to say elsewhere about my blog. Two comments in particular have fascinated me recently. One was a comment to
My Penis, My Self from a male reader. "You ladies are cruel."

Wow! I'm sorry you felt that way. See, this is what I mean about having one's entire sense of self tied up in one's genitals. It can cause one to lose perspective. Frankly, it causes me no distress whatsoever when a man calls himself a feminist. Mine certainly is not the only definition of Feminism on the Planet.

Maybe he would feel better if I wrote an entry called Penises I Have Known and Loved; Great Penises and the Men Who Are Attached to Them. See, I don't recall saying anything terrible about men. I don't recall saying that they were worthless, stupid, or without any redeeming value. Please correct me if I am wrong in this.

I think that this is just one more example of how women who are not attached to men and who have an independent thought that does not include male dominance, might cause those silky little sacs to shrivel.

Then, checking out my stats over on Technorati, I discovered that
someone at BlogHer had made reference to my blog in a most startling way.

What search words would land someone at say; 21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash? I went to her blog. I read it and I didn’t see hardly anything that might warrant a deviant sexual reference. In fact she is way smarter than me and has an obvious extensive vocabulary which I seem not to employ. But I’m still curious; could only her creative name cause her to blush while reviewing her reader stats?

Blush? Me? Obviously, this kind lady did not read all of my entries. Why on earth would I care what search brings up my blog title? NursePam is so far left of center and so far out of the mainstream that there is precious little that can embarrass her.

Losing my panties in the middle of the cookware aisle at WalMart. Now that would make me blush. The world is full of people doing all manner of bizarre things. There is no need for me to be embarrassed by their little kinks.

So, I am now off to that place where I appear to be a major cog in the wheel of mainstream: The Boss Nurse; she of flinty eye and nerves of steel. Striking fear into the hearts of tender nurselettes everywhere.

Kinja, the weblog guide


Blogger just me said...

Can I just say your title is by far the best one out there? (for me personally) It makes me smile everytime I think of it.

10:57 AM PDT  
Blogger Vanda said...

You know I enjoy your blog Pam. Didn't she read the top of your page? LOL.

BTW can you tell me how to get stats on blogspot?

BBTW;-) I read the JD Robb book you readand it was great, I couldn't put it down.

3:41 PM PDT  
Blogger Syd said...

Okay, I was about to comment on how you totally kick ass (which you do).

How-evah, your closing paragraph is so hot, it fried my brain.

Boss Nurse...flinty eye ... nerves of steel... striking fear... Oh Lord, somebody fan me!

6:11 PM PDT  
Blogger NursePam said...

Thanks Just Me. I kind of like the title myself. I suppose I could have called it Little Old Spinster Trailer Trash. But where would be the fun in that?

Haaaaa Vanda. My favorite part is delusions of grandeur. I have lots of those going on. I'm glad you liked the book. I think the series is terrific.

Syd, you have me rotflmao. To think my Boss Nurse Persona turns you on. How lovely ;^)

7:51 PM PDT  
Blogger ~ nellenelle said...

Yer blushing! I'd not even seen that technowhatever thingie until earlier when i checked on mine, and was both confused and surprised. Not sure I have any clue still!

And now for sleep... after the biftwu word veri...

8:06 PM PDT  
Blogger Cheryl said...

Pam, you are my mentor, do you know that? When I grow up, I want to be just like you!

; )

10:31 PM PDT  
Blogger Cheryl said...

...though I prefer to strike fear in the hearts of doctrinos.

10:33 PM PDT  
Blogger NursePam said...

LOL Nelle! Technorati is just kind of a fun spot to see if anyone's talking about you ;^)

Be careful what you wish for Cheryl. As my staff likes to say: "She ain't all that."

Doctrinos? As in baby docs? I make the full grown ones pee their pants. I don't know what it is about me but they're always saying "Yes ma'am" in my presence.

6:45 AM PDT  
Blogger Cheryl said...

"I make the full grown ones pee their pants."

See. That's why I wanna be just like Pam!

10:41 PM PDT  

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