Hi! Remember me? Yeah I didn't think so. I can't believe how long it's been since I last blogged. It makes me sad, but I'm also really happy because the reason I haven't posted anything is because I started school almost 4 months ago and I've been busy ever since. I'm not going to give an update just yet, because I just want to talk about the rain right now. mmmkay?

So it has been raining here for more than 24 hours. WTF? I'm from northern Nevada where if you don't like the weather you can wait 5 minutes and it's bound to change. I am now in southern California and it's been raining for SO long. I'm not used to be in rain like this. It's a bitter sweet feeling, it truly is.

Love Rain:

• the smell
• just standing in it
• the puddles
• snuggling under a warm blanket

Hate Rain:

• the puddles
• not having the appropriate clothing/ accessories to go about the day (i.e. rubber boots, umbrella, rain jacket)
• people drive like maniacs
• it's COLD

Ok so I won't continue to bore you with my lists, but you get the point. It has been a long cold day. It has also been a good day though, so that's even better.

I miss you all in the blogosphere. I feel like I've been missing out on so much. I only have a week and a half left in this session and then I have a week off. I'm hoping to take that time to catch up on some much needed blogging and blog reading. I'm sure you have all written me off and don't even remember who I am. That's fine. I still miss you. Read More

Right now I am frustrated. I have been so excited about going back to school (which I should be, right?). It's taken some time for me to decide what I want to do with myself and actually get to the point that I want to go back to school and now there is a tiny glitch. And when I say tiny it really isn't as small as I'm making it out to be.

I have received all the financial aid I can with out a private loan. I filled out the FAFSA, I received a scholarship for $2000 from the school, and I applied for and received my stafford loans. The next step is applying for the remainder of the balance as a private loan. I have applied to 3 different lenders and 2 of them have already denied me a loan. The last and final lender says my loan is pending right now and it will take 2 to 3 business days to get an answer. This means I should get an answer Monday or Tuesday. Waiting to find out is practically killing me. If I don't get this loan I won't be able to afford going to Brooks Institute.

I am starting to feel my dream slip away and it's so disheartening. I hope that I can report back early next week that my fears were wrong and I will be packing up soon to go to school. I guess what I'm really doing at this point is hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.

I REALLY want this. I hope the bank doesn't shatter my dream. I'm starting to think about other options, but I'm not going to talk about those at this point because I'm trying to keep a positive attitude. Should the time come that I find out I am declined for my loan I'll cry, and I'll move on. Read More

Disclaimer: if you are a male or don't like reading or hearing about non-sexy vagina talk, you probably should not proceed. You have been warned.

So today was the day that I dread all year. I had my yearly exam. Not the kind of exam you have in school, but the exam where the doctor gets to be up close and personal with my vagingo. You can call it whatever you want vagina, vag, va-jay-jay, the hole; I recently heard it referred to as vagingo and I've taken a liking to that.

I know it's not the most horrible thing that can happen to your lady parts, but it's still not the best. The woman I have gone to see for the past 4 years is the sweetest lady and is so gentle. Or as gentle as you can be when poking, prodding, and scraping the inside of your pleasure palace.

After the nurse took my vitals she told me to get naked (with the exception of my socks) and put on the ridiculous butt baring gown and paper blanket. So there I was in my pink, black and white striped socks, pearl earrings, and a piece of paper covering my girly bits. I then heard a knock at the door and a quiet voice says, "are you indecent?" hahahahahahaha I love her! I replied, "yes I sure am!"

She then proceeded to feel on my boobies, and then on to the fun part. And when I say fun I use that term very loosely. Not that I'm loose; wait what? Ok moving on.

She pulled out this thing that's supposed to spread open when placed inside so she can see better. After a few clicks of the spreader she says, "Oh looks like I need to use the other kind of spreader because your cervix isn't turning the right way." I'm sorry what did you just say? My cervix is doing what? Is that something I should be worried about? She then pulled a spreader out of the drawer that looked the exact same as the one she just threw away, but what do I know about vagina spreaders? She then started scooting the new spreader around like she had all the room in the world (which isn't the case, if you were wondering) and she says, "oh I hope I'm not hurting you." I think to myself thanks for the concern and I reply, "well it doesn't feel good that's for sure." At least I have a sense of humor I guess.

Now that my hoohaw is all open and she can see what she's looking for she takes the "spatula" and scrapes until she feels she has the appropriate amount of whatever it is she's looking for. Next is what I like to call the pipe cleaner. The reason I call it that is because the end of it kind of looks like a pipe cleaner and it's meant to poke it's fabulous little head inside your cervix. This tends to cause cramps and is quite uncomfortable which I'm sure you are all aware of; well that is if you're a female or a male gynocologist (which by the way is a little strange if you ask me).

I feel like there should have been a happy ending somewhere in there, I mean with the amount of lube she was using... I'm just sayin'.

In the end she said everything looks good. Umm thanks I guess. I wish I could say the same to her, but I didn't just stare her in the vertical lips.

Anyway...I'm sure this is nothing new to most of you, but I wanted to talk about my vagina and what better place than on my blog? Read More

I'm pretty much addicted to twitter. I'm sure that most of you are as well. If someone makes a link in their tweet and I have the time it's likely that I will check it out. Lucky for me (or unlucky) I clicked over to Jimaie's blog and she tagged me for a photo challenge of sorts.

So here is my photo. Love it or hate it. I didn't primp myself, but I did look to make sure I didn't have any boogers.
Now it's my turn to pick some people for this fun little tag:

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On April 1st 1996 (give or take a year) I was made a fool. I'm going to backtrack a bit because I think it will help you follow the story.

This is on a need to know basis and you need to know that at that point in my life I still had not had my period. I knew that it had to come at some time because all my friends were starting to get theirs. Every time I went to the bathroom I would check the toilet to see if I had indeed started with no luck. I wasn't really sure how I would figure it out, but I wanted to be as prepared as possible for it.

This is where April 1st 1996 comes in. It was the end of the school day and I was waiting outside to catch the bus home. I saw a girl I knew get off the bus and walk straight toward me. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Allison the back of your pants are all red, I think you started your period." I was mortified. How could that happen to me at school when I was so not prepared for it? She let it sink in for a minute and then squealed, "APRIL FOOLS!" Read More

*For the sake of not using names here I'm going to call my significant other D.

When I first started sleeping over at D's house it came to my attention that I was going to have to use his bathroom at some point for more than just a little tinkle. One day I was sitting on the couch watching tv while D was using the bathroom. All of a sudden I hear him fart. I thought to myself... if I can hear him fart, he can most definitely hear me should I fart.

At this point I had to make a decision... to poo or not to poo. I could drive down the street to my parent's house where I was living at the time to do my business or just suck it up and hope I wouldn't fart myself to death in his bathroom.

The time came when I had to use his bathroom and somehow I knew I was going to have to fart. I decided I had to take the matter into my own hands. Literally. I took some toilet paper, wadded it up, and strategically placed it over my butt hole. You have no idea how perfectly this worked out in my favor. I farted and you could barely hear it.

When I finally told D what I had been doing he told me I was using my muffler. I have long since stopped using the muffler, but I can't help but think about it from time to time when I'm in the bathroom and I have a toot or two.
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Hello everyone! My name is Freckles and I'm so excited to have this new blog. I've been blogging for over a year now and never really felt like I was totally being me. That's not to say that my old blog was a complete lie, I just didn't get to fully express myself over there. I decided that the best thing to do would be to start over fresh. This is going to be me no holds barred. I'm not here to offend anyone or hurt feelings, but I am going to speak my mind, talk about things you might not normally talk about, and I'll probably swear. Sometimes I have a trucker mouth and don't even realize it. I'm not going to hold back anymore because I'm afraid of what a certain reader may think or say. If you don't like what I have to say, it's only because every single person is different in their own way and sometimes it's difficult to accept what we're unsure of. We have to learn to accept those differences. I include myself in this, because I'm not always as accepting as I could be, but I'm definitely working on it. I want to embrace those who are different from what I'm used to and learn as much as I possibly can.

I'm a twenty something born, raised, and currently living in Nevada (not Vegas). I'm an aspiring photographer, I enjoy using my creativity, some may say I'm a little nutty at times, and as the blog name states I am most definitely feisty and freckled.

I hope you will join me in this journey of self discovery, love, loss and eveything else in between. You should most definitely follow me. I know you won't regret it... well you might, but I hope not. If you are on twitter, you should totally follow me there too. If you click on the little blue twitter "t" over to the right it will take you to my page. I also love comments, so you should leave 1 or 5.

Thank you for stopping by and I can't wait to see you back soon. Read More