Yes. We had a BLAST at my reunion!!! (Even if we did come home sick as dogs.)
Yes. I really really really really need a tan. I’m almost translucent.
Here’s a little peek at the illicit behavior we reveled in all weekend (faces should have been blurred to protect the not-so-innocent, but fuck it–they get exposed right along with me!) :) :)
If the kids can make that stupid damn duck face, so can we!
Yeah. I don’t know and I got no excuse!
I’m pretty sure I sat on a stick one second before this pic was taken. Boing!
Yep. Not a normal pic in the bunch yet! At least I don’t have red eye!
Do not adjust your screen. I’m blurry in real life too.
Then, the next day I took my baby to DC because he’d never been there before. When you grow up there you think, “Ugh…if I have to tour the White House or go to the Smithsonian ONE MORE TIME!!!!” But he’d never toured around DC before and I hadn’t been there in ages, so we hung out and had a wonderful day! Especially after we got a pedicab to ride us around. My damn friggin’ feet hurt SO much from walking around on 5 inch stilettos for 6 hours the night before. Poor little footies!
Honeybear at the Lincoln Memorial
The Reflecting Pool looks like a bad chromakey from some reason!
And FINALLY!!! A pic where no one’s drunk, no one’s eyes are closed and Grant and I are both smiling without spinach or some other nightmare in our teeth!
Happiness Bliss! I love me some hubby!
Well, there ya have it. We came home sore, tired, broke and with some kind of biological weapon used on us (what else makes you sick for OVER A DAMN WEEK??!!), but it was worth everything to go home and see my dear old friends.
It’s amazing how you can go years and years without seeing someone and just pick up right were you left off like not a day had gone by. I’m so truly blessed to have such great people around me.
Okay, I have to go try and drain the 4 gallons of snot currently living in my sinuses into a beach towel. WTF did I catch??? I guess at least it’s not the syph! XOXOXO
PS: How could I have forgotten to put this in here? The pic on the left is from our Senior Day on a big pretty boat cruising the Potomac River back in 1988. The one on the right is of us girls 25 years later. Still love those two awesome mamas!
Trust me…behind those innocent smiles lurk nothin’ but trouble!
First and foremost, big thanks to my dear friend Al for helping me create a slideshow of all the butterfly pics. I had no clue and he gave me directions like a pro. Thank you! Oh, and go check out his blog. It’s crazy awesome and he takes the most amazing pictures.
I guess I should also thank my deliciously wonderful hubby for making all these pics possible by taking me to the Butterfly farm for our anniversary. I had so much fun I about peed myself.
I hope you guys love my little winged friends. I wanted to take them all home with me.
PS: I’m off to my 25 year class reunion this weekend. Wish me luck! I know it’ll be great, even if we are old, bald and tired (and that’s just me!).
Well, I have to admit, my hubby made me speechless. ME? ME?? How is that possible? I’m quite certain I’ve never been speechless before.
How, you may ask, did he achieve such a feat? With a billion flowers!
Forgive the unpainted door–still finishing the renovations!
He is just the sweetest man ever.
Last Saturday was our 6 year, first date anniversary and we had the most wonderful time. First, he surprises me with hundreds of flowers, and then he took me to a butterfly farm where I got to play with butterflies all day and have Koi chew on my fingers. It was pretty much heaven! That man knows me like nobody’s business. Then we did a movie and dinner. Flowers, critters, food and movies. Can’t imagine a better day.
I am so truly thankful for my amazing hubby. Thank God that of all the whores, oh–I mean ladies, on Match.com that he picked me. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t thank God for my sweet muffinator!
I’m going to do some serious butterfly picture posting this week, but here are a few to show you how incredible the butterfly farm was.
Yep…it’s that time again. My latest yarn on all things nookie related is out, about and ready to be read by all you perverts out there. Kidding! Well, it is ready to read, but you don’t have to be a pervert (though I KNOW most of you are!) Feel free to pop on over the The Acquiring Man magazine for my monthly column.
Beyond me trying to help you get some knickers on the floor, let’s see what else is going on around here while I’m plagued with insomnia.
Things I was thinking about last night while laying in bed begging God (and sleeping pills) to help me sleep:
If I don’t stop thinking about work I’m going to hang myself. (Yeah…kept thinking about work for a while…and then these thoughts came and distracted me.)
Why can’t I have two otters in the pool in the backyard? That would make my life complete.
I’m not sure I’ll ever understand why God made oil, butter, cream, cheese and Italian deli meats so fattening? Why can’t it all be healthy like broccoli? Was it just to test us? Ugh!
I wonder if my teddy bears talk and run around while I’m gone? I sometimes come home and they’ve moved–how can that happen? Are the kitties playing with them?
I wonder just how much information my hamster’s brain actually processes. Ahhh…to be a hamster for one minute.
What am I going to wear to my class reunion in a couple of weeks? I hate my clothes!
Crap…gotta get my hair dyed as NOW I HAVE FUCKING GRAY HAIRS! (Okay, gray hair–singular, but still.)
Maybe I’ll head to Macy’s and see if I can find something pretty to wear. Man, I hate shopping.
I wish Clark Color would put their wall art on sale again. I’m NOT paying full price. Nope, not gonna happen.
I hope my sister likes all her insane birthday presents.
Why have so many people stopped pronouncing consonants in words? It’s not “di’in’t” it’s fucking “diDn’t.” Kill me.
UFFF! Cat jumped dead center onto my left boob. OUCH!
I wonder if the cat does that shit on purpose? I may have to kill her.
Dammit, now I’m never going to go to sleep–cat scratch on nip.
I love FrootLoops. I want some right now. (So, I go get a dry bowl of them…)
Shit…the crunching is waking up the man. Gotta let them soak in my mouth til mushy, then chew. Eww…not so good. (Went and sat in the floor in the hall to finish eating them.)
Yep, those are my 3am ramblings. Sorry you had to suffer through them too!!
Have a great weekend. I’ve been on my computer for about 70 hours this week and I have to put it down for at least a few hours or I’m going to become unpleasant. XOXOXO
Alrighty then. I’m sneaking writing this post on a computer that I shouldn’t be on, but I’m a rule breaker dammit, so I’m doin’ it anyway!
First, may I tell you that I’ve been working my poor little brain to a nub. And I’ve had to do it in a professional environment. And you know what that means don’t you? It means I’ve not been able to say, “Fuck” nearly enough and I’m in withdrawl. I mean SERIOUS withdrawl. It’s just my favorite word…
As a tribute to it, I’m nabbing pics off the internet that make me happy. They are all awful and offensive and no one should view this blog from HERE down.
I have not died nor decided to shun electricity! I have a computer whose A/C jack isn’t functional so I can only get on my computer if I HOLD the fuckin’ cord in, and even then it doesn’t stay on half the time. UGH!!! Dummyheaded technology!
BUT! Until it gets fixed (please God this week) I wanted to quickly post a few pictures from my recent wildlife adventure. It was truly awesome. Once I can type again with both hands, I’ll post tons of pics and give you all the fun details of my commune with all things furry!
Meet Owlie. He actually grabbed my hair with his feet as he flew by, which made me very happy I wasn’t a toupee-wearing man!
And for those of you who like precious little baby bears, here’s a sneak preview of bear love to come!
Okay gentlemen, you are allowed to read this, but it’s really for the ladies.
Of course I’m going to put a disclaimer here because you know how I am.
Guys, you know I love you. I’m a terrific fan of men. I love them so much I married me one. But that is not to say that sometimes the ladies couldn’t use a little dose of “Kicking Ass and Taking Names.” I know I’ve had those moments in my life and I just thought if any of the ladies out there needed a little extra support, girl power (though I loathe that expression), or encouragement that I’d share with them what helped me straighten my ass out when I was going through a bit of a rough time.
So, before I share with you what helped me, I’m going to tell you a brief story. I did a post on this over a year ago, so I’ll make it short and sweet here.
I’ve not always had the best luck with men. Those of you who know me well or have read the intro to my Sex book know that I’ve dated ALL kinds of guys. While I have not a single regret in life (thank God), I have experienced quite a lot of shit over the years. The good thing is that I learned from it all and got wiser along the way.
Well, not too long before I met my wonderful hubby, I was dating a guy (not seriously at all) and he called me one day and said he wanted to marry me and wanted me to give him a daughter (you guys know I don’t want kids and he knew this too). BUT!!!! I had to “be better” first. What? I have to be WHAT first? Dumb asshat mother fucker.
As you can imagine, with those words I was done. D.O.N.E. But I was also fascinated by what he meant by “better.” So I asked. I was curious after all. What on earth could this idiot mean?
It turns out that he’d cyber stalked me and found pictures of me from my early 20s when I was a model. So he thought that almost 20 years later that I should look the exact same as I did then. Clearly he’s a total fuckin’ moron. Do most cars look the same 20 years later? Do your slippers not age over time? Had his dumb ass looked in a mirror lately? Now, I know I sound angry, but honest to God I wasn’t (and am not now–you know how much I like sarcastic 4-letter words! ) I actually found this quite entertaining. What he didn’t realize he was saying was, “I’m the type of guy who will cheat on you when you get older. I always want a woman to look 20 so you better never get a gray hair or gain a pound. I will hit mid-life crisis and go wild. I will not support you as you age because real women aren’t supposed to age, etc…” So many things he communicated in such a short sentence.
Needless to say I never answered a phone call or text from him ever again. Fuck that noise.
Now on to my little ball-kickin’, ass-smackin’, take no guff empowerment for the ladies!
Right after this idiot showed his ass, I heard this song and it changed my life in so many ways. I was always a strong girl. Sweet but with a taking care of business, don’t fuck with me head, and a kind and forgiving heart. Lord knows I’m no saint, but I do try to be kind. Well, there’s a time for “kind” and a time to stand the hell up. That’s what this song is all about. It’s about knowing that you and your thoughts and your actions are as valuable as the opposite sex’s thoughts and actions and not to let anyone or anything make you feel otherwise.
I liked it so much I wrote the lyrics down and put them on an old picture of mine (from days when I was “better!” HA!) and hung it on the wall right inside my front door to remind me daily that I can look however the fuck I want, that no one looks like a supermodel (not even supermodels do thanks to Mr. Airbrush) and that if someone doesn’t like me for who I am they can go bite a dick.
Below is the pic in case any of you ladies want the lyrics. There is also the song. It has more than one naughty word in it, but it is BRILLIANT and I love it and it’s my anthem, but if there are small ears around put in your earbuds.
The best way to enjoy it the first time is to hit play and then read along with the lyrics so you know what she’s saying. Then just crank it to 11 and let your ears bleed!
UPDATE: Big thanks to all of you who have given me feedback on the pics! You don’t know how much I appreciate it. Since most of you thought that a different color scarf might look better, I went in and futzed with the pic and now have a red scarf. What about this? Is this better, worse? Again, HUGE thanks!! You guys kick ass!
So I was goofing around taking pics a few weekends ago and one of them actually turned out okay, which is NOT easy as I can take some ugly damn pictures! (Honest to God, that is not me being self-deprecating, I seriously look like a F.R.E.A.K. in a LOT of my pics!) I was also going through the pics from my last author pic photo shoot and found one I kinda like.
I’m getting kinda sick at looking at my current author’s photo and want some options, so I thought I’d reach out to you guys and you could let me know which pic you like better.
We’ll call them Purple Scarf and White Sweater to make it easy.
Any help you can be will be super duper extra appreciated!
Thanks, I and hope you are all having a kick ass weekend! XOXOXO