If I could find the words I would explain. I would write them. I would tell them. Writing…this blog…HERE…has always been my outlet. My place of reprieve. The place I would work out my inner demons. The shit I am struggling with.
But I can’t find them. They are lost.
I’ve been lost.
And sigh…so… sad …no matter how badly I want to be able to move past it. And not.
It’s going to get better. I’m going to get better. I keep reassuring my family…my friends…of that.
And hopefully then I’ll feel ‘it’ again….here.
~ xo
Vixen
“Well, I’m gonna get out of bed every morning… breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out…
~Sleepless in Seattle
My family has truly experienced their fair share of tragedy and heart ache in the last year. But the ultimate heart break was the loss of my little girl Phoebe this past weekend. She was my baby. She loved to be dressed up and show off the outfits LP chose for her. Her favorite was her Maid Marion Princess outfit. Not a moment of her life passed with out her feeling loved. She got her feelings hurt easily and therefore we spoke softly to her and around her. Her “Phoebe dance” always caused a smile and a laugh. I brought her everywhere with me because she hated being left…in the car, shopping, on my trips. Phoebe did what Phoebe wanted. She did not belong to us. We belonged to her.
~ xo
Vixen
She makes a point to kiss each one of my (eight) tattoos every time we are together… <3
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~ xo
Vixen
We smiled. A LOT
We laughed.
We celebrated her birthday.
We drank.
We danced.
We walked through her garden ….stealing moments.
We spent a night by a bonfire.
We spent a day at the beach.
We enjoyed some car rides. *ahem* Oh…mmmhmm….yes…the.van…it’s um…nice.
We talked until the wee hours of the morning. every. single. night.
We exchanged ‘knowing looks’ the entire weekend.
We whispered things that made each other grin wickedly.
We had fun.
A LOT of fun.
We were happy.
Did you click?I’m home.
*yawn*
TFT will go up Tuesday at some point, be sure to check back for that!
~ xo
Vixen
(did you click???)
Have you read THIS POST? Well…you should. Just saying…. *wink*
And it’s no longer two sleeps… it’s time. Around noon Friday I will find myself in BFD’s hometown to help her celebrate her birthday. *squeal!!!* Last year I gave her cupcakes….this year PC made it possible to give her something much, much better.
*wicked grins*
So off I go. I won’t be home until late Monday night. Here comes trouble…
~ xo
Vixen
She exhales vanilla lace
I barely dreamt her yesterday
Read the lines in the mirror through the lipstick trace
“Por siempre,” she said,
“It seems you’re somewhere far away”
To his face
“Love Like Winter” ~AFI
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~ xo
Vixen
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“Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
~Ernest Hemingway
So here is the deal…. Jordan and Diane are married and in a debate over his best friend (of 20years) bachelor party. It’s taking place in Vegas and she does NOT want him to go. He loves his wife and says he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize their relationship. All of his other friends are going and not only will it destroy tradition but it will be a huge slap in the face to his best friend. He’s told her about the crazy nights they’ve had together in the past and she knows things can get pretty out of control. She says she loves her husband and trusts him completely, but she doesn’t trust his friends. That they have a way of making him do things he might not usually do. As a compromise she has suggested the possibility of her going with him to Vegas.
Ok… As I’ve said before… Is she married to her husband or her husband’s friends?? Who the fuck cares if she trusts his friends or not. She is MARRIED to her husband. And she either trusts him or she doesn’t. Restricting him, forbidding him from doing things he wants to do, etc is going to back fire on her. She doesn’t own him, she’s married to him. She may not love the idea of him going, but if she were perhaps supportive, suggested some ‘ground rules’, etc it’s most likely going to benefit their relationship more so than the tactic she’s taking.
And the whole idea of her going with him? No…….totally disagree with that! Again, she’s married to him, not his fucking babysitter! If she wants to go to Vegas, he can take her on a trip for the two of them. Unless there is a bachelorette party going on there as well that she’s been invited to, she has no business following him there on his guys trip. I mean seriously…come on.
*****
BTW, TFT made it up late Tuesday afternoon!
*****
HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!
~ xo
Vixen
(Don’t forget to click… *wink*)
His hand on my leg. Fingers squeezing my inner thigh…moving further and further up. A sideways glance at him..smirking almost. Realizing the taxi driver is glancing continuously in the rear view mirror…
nervously… curiously… (shouldn’t he be watching the road?!!?).
Pushing him against the hotel wall while waiting for the elevator. Wanting to ravish him. Smelling his cologne…breathing him in. It’s..he’s…intoxicating… He pulls my panties aside, feeling his fingers against me…knees buckling slightly. Then slides them down and off..shoving them into his pocket (to be found the next morning… *wicked grins* …)
Leaving the elevator..but not quite making it to the room door. Stopping once more to kiss him. Pushing myself into his body. Feeling his hot breath on my neck. Hearing myself gasp into his ear.
Barely inside the room…he lifts me up, my legs around his waist…my short dress lifting above my hips, grasping my ass. Feeling his teeth graze my neck, gently biting. Almost desperately grabbing at his shirt, pulling it up…my nails digging into his back. His lips finding mine…intensely.
Throwing me on the bed. Dress tossed aside… Feeling his soft kisses…his stubble so. insanely. sexy.. along my inner thigh. My hips lifting to meet his mouth. Head turned to the side, biting my inner arm to muffle the moans escaping me.
(images from HERE)
(Um so..did you remember to click???)
TFT will go up Tuesday.
~ xo
Vixen
Photo courtesy of A Bedroom Blog
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