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As with any makeup a good foundation is required, my choice is the L’Oréal True match blendable foundation as its great with your cheeses oily or dry skin.

Depending on if your cheese makeup is for day use or perhaps a special night out the colour choices for eye shadow, blush and lipstick should be thought out, there is no point using glitter lip gloss if your cheese is simply staying at home.

Cheese can be very sensitive and try not to make your cheese look like a dirty slut, rather try mid tone colors and ensure that your cheese is comfortable in the chosen make up scheme.

Most cheese’s don’t have hair, so don’t bother with expensive shampoos or anything as it’s a waste of money.
One more thing, those babybel cheeses are not adults and shouldn’t wear makeup as they could attract cheeseophiles.

Do you have any makeup tips for cheese, or indeed fashion tips for cheese or do you wear cheese as makeup?

It's been euphemistically referred to as "mutually beneficial, transactional dating" but is the growing world of "sugar daddy" relationships just a sanitised term for sex work?
Freya is 22 and wearing jogging bottoms and a tatty T-shirt. She expresses herself unaffectedly and confidently.
She decided to start sleeping with older men for money while she was at university. "I love sex," says Freya. "And you know, I'm pretty good at it. So getting a sugar daddy - or two - was a no-brainer really."



No copyright Infringement intended.

Maybe talking clothes are the way forward. We all know the 'I'm with Stupid' t-shirts, and the 'my parents went to Mars and all I got was this silly shirt' but this is more to the point. Handy for some types.



We could advertise, too. 'Love music, love to dance'. 'I brush up well' 'Singleton looking for Mr (or Ms) Right'.

T-shirt suggestions, please. Oh, and by all means apply as a trader. I see CS shirts taking the world by storm.

There's a faintly related youtube clip I'm going to hunt down and add, mainly because I think it very funny. And it mentions t-shirts.

Well its a funny old world and then things Just get silly now and then.

Is the burkini ban a move in the wrong direction or should we embrace
Government assured perving on public beaches / .

Maybe ugly women should be made wear burkinis on the strand.
if you agree,
how would you define ugly ?

Like many of us that go to the hairdresser, we like to get our moneys worth, however, when one has as little hair as I do, the least I expect is to leave the salon with some hair.

Unfortunately the hairdresser started at the back of my head so it wasnt until she got around to the side that I realized "yikes" its all coming off.

The thought ran through my mind that if I stopped her now I would be like one of those punk rockers with half my head shaved I broke into a cold sweat at the prospect!

So.... Here I am now looking like a pixie with my pointy ears, but at least I can say I have designer stubble...... ON MY HEAD!

We all know her
She doesn't suffer fools
She tells you when you are right
And never patronize what is wrong
Black or white you get it as it is
She never lets you off the hook

She is straight forward
Never subtle in her ways
She is indomitable and hated sometimes
For what she says
But with all the ups and downs
We go through in this blog land
She is a stalwart of truth
And never bullies nor shame

She is a holder of justice
Never gets blinded by lies
She tells you in your face
If you need to be loving and nice

I am her admirer,
And wish I could always be like her
But of course I know for a fact
We are all different in many ways

I hope she will be back soon
To lighten up this place again
For without her I'd say it is dull
And never be the same.

Note: As of yesterday, Ms. Witch has decided to take a break away from our blog land where she poured out her care, love and soul to most of us. May she have peace which she deserves and will come back soon.

Strange how some simple photos can fascinate (me)
This is the area (just West of Port Elizabeth) where lightening struck and killed more than 60 cattle.




I drink to your health.
Have a fantastic weekend.

After being on CS for a while I've noticed how some women have changed.
You notice when they have someone special.
Their profile photos are different, Looking happy, sensual.
They are still the same person but looking radiant.
How else does love change you?

My son asked me why I work with old people. He said...Mom, you always come home so tired, you always complain about your back hurting & your legs cramping up, most of them don't even remember your name, & you cry and get heartbroken when one of them dies. If it hurts you to work there then why do you do it?
I told him..yes, I get tired & cranky. Yes, my back & legs always hurt, & yes, I am heartbroken when one of them takes wing and flies away from this life.
I get aggravated, annoyed, & sometimes I have to walk outside & have a smoke before my head explodes.
Sometimes I just want to lay my keys on the medcart, walk straight out the door, & never look back.
Every single day I'm a nurse, shrink, psychologist, child, parent, wife, or just a friend.
I've listened to stories of how they remember when Miami was just a dirt road..or of how they are afraid at night and need a light on.
I've ran my fingers through hair when they've cried out for their mamas or deceased husbands.
I've held them in my arms when they've just started crying about some real or imaginary thing.
I answer to any name..I've been Henry, Victoria, Loretta, I've even been a man who's had a sex change!! Lol
I've whispered to and caressed the faces of those taking their last breaths when no family was available.
This is only a typical day in the life of a caregiver.
But every single day, when I walk in, I'm greeted with hellos, hugs, laughs, & even "I missed you".
They tell me if they've slept well, if they've had good or bad dreams.
They worry if I look tired & they don't care if I sing off key.
They may not remember my name but they do know they can count on me to be there when they need me, but they can never, ever understand that as much as I give them, they've given me tenfold.
My son didn't look very impressed. So I told him....At this moment in time I've been blessed with the opportunity to care for God's eldest children, who am I to turn away from this gift?

..not a year goes by we 3 brothers dont shed a tear on this day.





yes that blonde boy is me....