Amazing what a difference a few hours can make. The tree is up, the house is twinkling, some gifts are wrapped, candles are flickering, garlands are hung and life is good. Even if Taylor keeps saying “Crapmas”. Grinch. Of course I did make him suffer thru two Country Christmas CDs. :D **yes, the tree picture
Holiday Phunk
I? Have a depression on. It’s December 19th and my tree isn’t up yet, nor are there any garlands or snowmen or twinkling lights in my house. I’m doing it today. That Teen is with his gramma for the weekend so I’d like him to come home to some Christmas spirit but I just… I’m
Random blah blah blah
Soooo…. I’m sitting here with bleach on my roots on the pink part of my hair, knowing it’s going to be an all day project to get the pink pink again and touch up the dark. Each step requires separating hair, applying product only where it needs to be, waiting, washing, completely drying, then doing
Lazy Caramel Coffee Day
I woke up this morning to a little winter wonderland. The first snow of the year. I love snow, especially in November, December and January. By February and March I’m tired of it but early in winter? It excites me every time. It’s insulating, snow. You feel like you’re in your own quiet little world.
Wasted Day?
Such an odd day I am having. I slept until eleven o’clock – a rarity for me these days. That Teen is at his girlfriend’s house, Taylor is working and I started the day cleaning and somehow ended up with every rechargeable toy I own plugged in and charging. It is hard to clean around
Plans
So we’re still not entirely sure where we’re going for our mini vacation. We’re thinking about staying closer to home – which will mean less time on the road, more time relaxing. I do know it’s going to be uber romantic, though. I must have the romance! Heh. Today I got a HUGE order of
Stop. Brew. Fill. Sink. Breathe.
That is exactly how my immediate future is looking. It’s been a hectic day and I am tired and I can’t stop working even though I stopped working three hours ago so I need to consciously STOP. Go into the kitchen. Brew up a strong, rich cup of Sumatran coffee. Fill the tub. Toss in a
Sleep
I cannot fucking sleep lately. I get tired. I even fall asleep some nights at a reasonable hour. But I cannot stay asleep. Every time a dog barks or whines, I wake up. Every time a cat jumps on the bed, I wake up. Every time Taylor coughs or rolls over, I wake up. Every
Sunday Scribbles
I love Sundays. I hate Sundays. I love that we’re pretty much always lazy on Sundays, staying in our jammies and, half the time, staying in bed for the bulk of the day. It’s relaxation, down time, recharge time. And yet, at the same time, Monday looms large and unfriendly on the horizon. Bah. I
Ch-ch-ch-changes
I’m not sure if I’m happy or sad with my new theme change. I love my old theme. Seriously LOVE it. But the people who created it were dumb assholes from the beginning who filled it with all sorts of code that even people who work with code for a living couldn’t figure out and
Seriously? Seriously???
n the real world, you can have a good reason – or even a flimsy excuse – once in awhile. But if you do it every day, eventually people roll their eyes and think you’re full of shit and lazy.
Randomness
…a mug of vanilla coffee, throw a handful of vanilla salts in the bath water and let the warmth ease my muscles and soothe my soul – not that either are very sore but, still, some ease and soothing can never hurt.
Sunday Rambling
Seemingly endless days where the sun is shining, a breeze is blowing, the clock is ticking slowly, the coffee is flowing freely, strong and dark. The music keeps me company while I sit outside, keeping Taylor company while he tinkers with the bike.
Flower Power
It seems like every time I try a new massage oil I go a little bit gaga. I can’t help it. I like massage oils, especially good ones. This time, however, I’m beyond gaga and am somewhere close to… mooning. Swooning. Calf-eyed love. Flower Power Teasing is the best massage oil I have ever tried.
Recycled Heaven
It shades me from the sun and allows me to sit out here with the laptop during the day, getting off my desk so I don’t feel all trapped and stuck in the same place, day after day, hour after hour. It gives me a place to sit, like tonight, in candlelight with a glass of wine and type away.
Sex Positive Hypocrite?
t’s the buzzword these days. It’s something I’m constantly being accused of not being. It’s, basically, being accepting of other sexualities, genders, kinks, preferences. It’s not ridiculing others for their sexuality, it’s…
You? Do not get to redefine equality.
Let’s start remembering it’s about being equal, not the same. Choice, not force
Just sayin’
I have a right to personal space and personal opinions. To BE a person.
So yeah, it’s “your body”. But are you sending a different message?
Ok I get: You didn’t want to be humped in a bar. The guy had the impression it was ok to hump you in a bar. You feel the need to bitch about it. I understand all of the above. What I don’t get: How it went from dancing to humping. What gave him the
Wednesday…
My most recent Twitter status: The voices are hollering at me for eating an entire 5 oz of Twizzlers. Must stab Twizzler in ear to shut them up.
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Stick a fork in me
Because my brain is scattered, you get bullets…
Two Timer
Anyone who has read more than one post on my blog knows that I’m a candle fanatic. It ties in with my love of bath stuff and massage oils and anything that smells good. All of these things mean pampering to me; me time, time to indulge myself, time to relax, breathe deep, refocus. I’ve
Huge Favors
So I was sitting at the kitchen table, feeling all in tune with nature, watching the rain splash against my patio doors and run in racing rivulets down the glass…
Sugar in the Raw and Hot Monkey Sex
So I just brewed myself a huge mug of coffee (pour over – meh, not as good as press) on a night I said I wasn’t going to do coffee and was going to sleep early….




