I can still remember the first time I stared lustfully after the Mickey Mouse Jar that sat cozily on my mother's Kitchen counter. I wanted those cookies! They were always fresh, never stale, and the varied from chocolate chip to vanilla wafers. Why would she make me suffer the way she did! Why didn't she just put them square in the middle of the floor for me to have at them at my free will. With no stool for me to climb, I'd have to result in my own resources. The old sneaky jump would have to do. Of course because waiting for her to recognize my great behavior would just not do for me. I need and desired the cookie right away. With a huge jolt  into the air, I'd push off of the counter with both hands until I could manage to throw my bottom onto the counter. I sat there. Proud. I had made it to the corner of the counter where the jar sat. I reached over to grab the lid and instantly I could smell the fragrance of yummy little pleasures soon to be tasted! As i reached forward, My sister came barging into the Kitchen. An older sister with a purpose to fulfill. Gaurd the house and snitch on everything when Mom's away. "Oooh! I'm gonna tell!" I begged her to keep quiet as I hopped off the counter as quickly as possible. All I wanted was a cookie, but My mother had said it many times before. The cookies were for special occasions and we must have her permission first.
             Why did I create this blog? Is this blog really about cookies? Well sort of. Steve Harvey said it best in his book, Act like a lady, Think like A Man. He called SEX the cookie. I'd like to go a little further.
 Your delicious wonderful goodies below are like cookies. It's not just one, but like a cookie Jar, a woman's wonderful treasure is filled with numerous delectable, delightful, and flavorful treats. Not just any hand belongs in the jar. Permission Must come first. And as a proud owner of your cookie Jar, it should never be granted often or to many takers. So many ugly names have been attached to the Vagina. Let's face it. Vagina already sounds incredibly creepy. Perhaps the name of a Swamp or the name of a deep muddy lake of which no one wants to swim. LAKE VAGINA. it might as well be called a TAHOE. or an ERIE.
] It took years to come to this realization, but I like to view the Vagina as something sweet, wonderful, worthy of waiting, and delighted with pleasure. I like to think of it as an incredible reward, a surprise, a gift, a treat. A special place. Now, I must admit, after years of bleeding and doctor visit prodding, and confusing wrong boy backseat mistakes, and all night husband marathons, I can hardly see a cookie jar. More like a birthday cake at the kindergarten party. Someone shouted DIG IN and there the cake went. All devoured before anyone could notice how pretty it was. I'm ready to do away with that mentality. I hope you are. If so...pleasae join me on my blogging crusade. It's time to refill our jar with sweet goodness. This blog is to share my silly and amazingly well thought out beliefs, as well as to inform women and even girls about the wonder of our bodies...and how we should delight in it.