(I believe this picture should be something Barefoot Dreamer works on trying to replicate…she’d make it amazing)
~ xo
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Barefoot Dreamer…..
Elle…Kink Unleashed…..
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In hindsight. I think I could have named my HNT on Thursday- three tattoos, a bruise and a birth mark. Don’t ask me why those things stuck out at me so much when I looked at the pic later. Doh.
Last week after my mini melt down I began taking a low dosage of Progesterone. What a difference some hormones make! I definitely was experiencing a deficiency since my surgery. I’m back on the road to ME ME ME!!!! *huge sigh of relief* I haven’t had a melt down in almost a week. That right there makes it worth it, besides the fact it seems to be taking care of all my ‘other’ symptoms as well.
That said though….
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So. TGIF~
~ xo
Category: Friday Favorites, TGIF
Category: HNT, Photography
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Dating strippers: Cool or not so hot?
We’re not ashamed to admit that the thought of dating an exotic dancer has crossed our minds, on occasion. Look at it this way: She’s confident, experienced and not afraid to be a real woman — in the bedroom or elsewhere. Strippers pride themselves on having great physiques, which they maintain to a tee, and they’ve got less hair on their entire bodies than Britney had on her shaved head.But — and this is a rather large “but” — all those great things aside, could you make a dancer your full-time girlfriend? Sure, she’s sexy and has some jaw-dropping outfits for the bedroom, but could you bring her home to mom?
Ironically, I ran across this article while doing some research for a post a few weeks ago (THIS ONE) and tucked it away to address later. Why I say ironically is because after meeting the oh-so-hot Thirteen/Amy Winehouse girl this past weekend who is an exotic dancer, this seemed fitting to discuss.
I’ve never actually talked candidly with someone who is an exotic dancer. I mean I’ve talked to them while IN a gentleman’s club, but that is very different then in a social setting where you are kicked back, buying each other drinks, talking about each others lives. You know? My fairly vanilla sister, who has never been in a strip club of any kind, was fascinated. Which, it was very enlightening and interesting to say the least!
Her boyfriend and her had recently broken up. I have no idea why really. But between this article and then our night with her, it got me thinking. I would imagine it might be difficult to be in a relationship with a stripper/dancer. I think you would have to be very secure with yourself to not let her (I guess it could be a ‘him’ too, huh?) clients/job threaten/bother you.
Could you date a stripper?
That said, it wouldn’t bother *me*. I don’t judge people, I don’t care what their occupation is. So I wouldn’t have a problem telling other people. I try to look at all angles and not be jealous of situations. I think I do a pretty good job…not saying I don’t have my moments. But as long as I felt secure in *us* I think it would be fine. It’s a job. As long as I feel like she’s into ME, and wants to be with ME. Sure. I guess though also, maybe there is a difference in dating someone and being in a relationship with someone. Does that change things for me? I don’t think so…
Does it for you?
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Emmy did a post on ‘getting to know you’, which in itself is fascinating, but she took a spin on it. She chose to list 10 things next to her bed. Which….how interesting is that?! Bc seriously, I’m guessing what’s next to my bed is completely different then what is next to YOUR bed!
ETA: And THEN I found out that the lovely Beryl had actually tagged me and suggested I do the same thing so, how’s that for ya?! It’s ESPN I tell you! *snort* (teasing…get it?)
1. My Blackberry and it’s charger. I have been teased that I should switch my relationship status on FB to ‘being in a relationship with my BB’. It’s true. I am very, very rarely with out. And it charges next to my bed. I do, however, turn off the sound when I go to bed. Bc my various texts, emails, etc were driving PC batty through out the night.
2. ChapStick- I am a chapstick whore (but a very specific style Chapstick- either the Vanilla Mint or the Moisturizer kind, any other feels like I’m trying to rub wax on my lips).
We live in a very dry climate and I use it all. the. time. Miserable with out. It’s also in my bathroom, my purse, the kitchen…. you get the idea.
3. The household phone, or more specifically the base. PC has a phoneline. And the kids and I share a phoneline. Mine barely rings and when it does it’s my sister or PC. I’m not a fan of talking on the phone. Everyone who knows me, knows this about me. If you want to reach me- text me. I will answer (or return your phone call) when I feel it’s absolutely necessary or important. LP and I also walk around with the phone. So rarely is the phone actually where it belongs and when it rings, it’s a mad hunt to find it….to read the caller id, bc obviously, I’m most likely not going to answer it.
4. Whatever book I’m reading. I’m always reading something. I love to read. It’s a great escape. Especially late at night when I can’t sleep. I tend to get stuck on particular authors and read everything they write before I move on to something different (OCD….you didn’t forget did you??).
5. A clock. It’s the only clock in our room. I’m not a deep sleeper, I wake up numerous times through out the night and look at the clock. If I’m sleeping in a room (ie. a hotel) that doesn’t have a clock, I’m lost. I wake up through out the night wondering what time it is. I need to know what time it is. Don’t ask me *why* time is so important to me in the middle of the night when I’m sleeping…especially mid summer.
6. Camera and it’s cables- one of my cameras (I have two- a ‘purse camera’ that is tiny, waterproof/shockproof/easy to use/carry Olympus Stylus and then my *good camera*, an Olympus E-P2) is always beside me. For several reasons. A- you may never know when you may NEED a camera in bed. Right?! B- with all the pics I take through out the day, I usually download them and edit them late at night in bed.
7. Two dogs. Brit- giant Golden Retriever/Border Collie mix and Mick- Blue/Red merle Heeler. They always, always lay next to my side of the bed. (the other 5 dogs are either ON the bed or under the bed)
8. The window- in all my houses, in all my life, I have slept next to the window. I. MUST. BE. NEXT. TO. THE. WINDOW. And it’s always cracked. No matter how cold it is, I’m a HUGE fan of fresh air. Being able to smell it. Feel it. Always. It is what it is. (sorry PC….)
9. Eyeglass cleaning kit. Early in the evening I take out my contacts (I wear them out of necessity, not out of desire much). Smudged glasses drive me *insane*. I get migraines if they aren’t perfectly clean.
10. A simple lamp with a pretty lamp shade. PC goes to bed, much (muuuuuuuuch) earlier than I do. He’s a morning person (up by 5 am), I’m a night owl (rarely in bed before 2am). I need something to read/watch tv/be on my laptop by!
I realize maybe these aren’t *THE* most exciting things. I have a simple two tier stand next to my side of the bed- very shabby sheik. The ‘good’ stuff is over on the other side of the bed. In the bedstand with a drawer. *wink wink grins*
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TFT is up!
ANYONE can contribute. Girl, guy, couple, hell, your entire fraternity/bachelorette party… Snap. Send. It’s all cool. Be as simple, artsy, or whatever…as you’d like. It doesn’t have to be anything special! Or make it be. Hey, my point is, whatever you feel comfortable doing- I’ll take it and put up. ALSO, you can contribute anonymously if your little heart so desires. OR let me know how you would like to be linked/titled.
I’ll make it even easier. You want to become a regular contributor? You can send me one picture at a time. Or bunches. I’ll start a file and pull a picture from it each week. I’m easy people (I keep telling you all that! *grins*)!
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Have a fabulous Tuesday!!!
~ xo
Category: Randomness, Tits For Troops
Let’s see. This weekend was a complete whirlwind. PC and I unexpectedly had Friday evening to ourselves. To which we decided to celebrate by staying up until 4:30 am. Talking… What?! We did. ~wink~
*yawn*
Spent Saturday soooooooooooooo tired. But childless, so it was the perfect opportunity to veg and read. Later that afternoon we enjoyed our awesome weather- that had cooled from the 98 degrees it was the day previously to mid 80′s with a nice breeze- outside on a bar patio drinking beer. Where my light weight husband became quite buzzed off his half of a Blue Moon. *snort* Gotta love him, no? My sister texted me saying she wanted to out. So, all impromptu like we agreed to meet her. Her awesome hubby (who is not much of a party-ier) took all five kiddos to a movie in the park while PC, sis and I headed to a fabulous new bar she’d discovered a few months back. Roof top patio with a downtown vibe, yet only 10min from sis house (who lives very not downtown). Sah-weet!
Met an incredibly *HOT* girl. We actually felt badly for her, she was with a large group of people who all obviously knew each other, and she- quite obviously- did not know them. So we (as in I insisted PC go) invited her to join us. Which she did and stayed with us the rest of the night. Ironically we have the same first name. And ironically we graduated from the same high school. We did not, however, graduate in the same year….or actually really even the same decade. *ahem* She’s an exotic dancer and could be a dead ringer for Thirteen from House….with a splash of Amy Winehouse (the non druggy version). Um yeah….she had it totally going on. Fun times…
I did however, mix my alcohol (huge no-no in the Vixen handbook). Beer, Patron and Vodka, with a splash of Cranberry…… Caused the need to nurse a hang over/fog most of Sunday (I’m never hung over- gah).
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The downside of the weekend though was my 19 year old cat passed away. Shalimar lived a long, happy life. I swear she used up at least 7 of them through out her years. Being a Siamese, she was a one person cat, a fabulous cat. She was my first baby, we were very attached. We’d been through a lot together. She began going downhill last weekend and I knew it was only a matter of time. My heart is hurting. *sigh*
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Ok. Well. Enjoy your Monday.
~ xo
Long time coming…
Here it finally is- proof of The Os shirt debauchery over Fourth of July weekend at Roxy’s.
(if you are unfamiliar with The Os Shirt and need a little reminder, click and educate yourself ~wink~)
~ xo
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I seem to have lost my pep. I’m not entirely sure what is going on. I’m not in a funk, definitely not depressed. Just…lost in thought. In a weird head space. I’ve taken some steps back, looked eternally. Trying to figure out what is going on. Causing this.
My best friend notices and asked if I was ok (several times…have I mentioned lately how much I *heart* her?!). Oh. Why? Do I not seem ok? No- she says. Hmm…
My husband notices. Asks if I’m ok. Asks if it’s something he has done. Because he wants us to be ok, me to be ok with him. I am.
I’m fine. (more so emotional and neurotic than anything else)
No really. I am though. Sure I’m emotional. And quiet. Subdued. Deep in thought.
I wonder….
The surgery I had 3 months ago was something I put a huge amount of thought into. It was debated and considered. I had battled PMDD symptoms combined with ‘other stuff’ for 7 years. The procedure seemed so perfectly perfect. And it was (ok, once I was finally back on my feet…the recovery sucked ass). Until recently. My concern is…the surgery I had was meant to put these symptoms at bay. And imagine my glee that is HAS for the last few months. But now things have sort of come to…where ever it is now. And I’m not really sure what is going on with me. Or how to fix it. *sigh*
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Anyways. It’s the weekend. I’ve gotten very little sleep this past week. I’ve kept PC from getting very little sleep this past week. We’re still working out the kinks of his new work schedule, juggling the stuff he likes to do, the stuff I like to do- things like the gym, Jiu Jitsu, running, friends, sleeping… trying to spend time together with out me keeping him up until 3 am. Um…yeah…still working on that part, as I said.
Have a great weekend.
~ xo
Category: Friday Favorites, TGIF
Tranquility-
-a state of peace and quiet
-a disposition free from stress or emotion
-the quality or state of serenity.
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HappyHNT!!!
~ xo
Category: HNT, Photography
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I recently heard of a new type of pre-nuptial contract, a non-monetary one. Something called a ‘sex contract’. There are variances to it but the general idea behind it is the wife-to-be agrees to be open for anything her husband wants to do (sexually) at any and all times. In return, the husband-to-be promises to not look at porn- unless it’s with his wife or she picks it out, he won’t go to strip clubs- unless approved by his wife, and the most obvious- he can’t cheat. Theoretically- by the wife agreeing to be his fantasy woman, he won’t have to go to outside sources.
Ummm….hmm…. There is a lot of criticism about this being controlling and unreasonable. I’ve heard the subject of insecurity come up regarding this topic. I know of some people who have a ‘contract’ of sorts and it does work for them. I guess that is what is most important. But in my mind, besides seeming controlling, most of all to me it seems unrealistic. Sure, as a giddy soon to be married bride, it seems like something easy to agree to. And as the groom, who wants to make his wife happy and is about to be consumed in ‘marital bliss’….it seems like something easy to agree to. But, it raises concern for me long term. I’m not a fan of signing contracts involving relationships. What happened to agreeing to things and talking about them as they came up?
Thoughts?
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Category: CQW, Relationships
