PC has discovered a new station on his Slacker radio. We were listening to it Friday night and I swear every. single. song. that came on was on the playlist at Coyote Ugly in Vegas! Sweet!!!  This is one of my favorites.  I think it’s my new theme song…
*smirk*

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Conversation with our favorite waiter at our favorite Friday night pub…

Him: Hey!  Because of you they brought back the Apple Pie Martini to the menu!

Me: *groaning…laughing*  Well…I’m going to pass, I filled my quota the other night.

Later…

Me: Is this good? (pointing to this Peppermint Infused White Russian on the specialty menu)

Him: *looking incredulous*  You’ve never had a White Russian?!?!?!

Me:  *blink blink*

Him:   …well.  Do you like Vodka?  (laughs) Of course you like Vodka! 

Yeah….. *ahem*.   My reputation precedes me everywhere I go.  (doh) 
(It was very good, btw)

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So this wkend we watched The Sorcerers Apprentice.  Which is a movie we balked at seeing in the theater, waiting for it to be released on DVD.  It was not only cast well, but really GOOD.  We all really enjoyed it.  The girl, (Teresa Palmer), Jay Baruchel’s love interest, bugged me though.  PC asked if I would do her (common question when we are watching TV or movies) and I quickly told him- No. I would not.  He was surprised, mentioning how hard I am to figure out because he thought she was really pretty.  She was pretty, I suppose, but I just didn’t care for her.

Hours later, I went for an afternoon run and while I was out it hit me.  The last movie he was in- She’s Out of My League- his love interest (Alice Eve) was fucking HOT.  *swoon worthy hot….*  (I actually saw that movie with Ashton and remember telling him I would share her with him *wink*)  She has an amazing Brittish accent, is an excellent actress, very charismatic and sexier than hell.  That’s what bothered me! I preferred him with HER!  Haha!

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If you haven’t been to BFD’s site in a bit…oh man, you so totally should. 
Just.
Sayin’.

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

Dear Martini,

I do love you.  A lot.  Probably more than I should.  The first date was incredible.  You let my inhibitions down.  We had fabulous conversation with my date.  I rocked the short flirty dress with the high socks and tall boots.  You made me swoon.  I jumped PC the minute we walked through the door.  It was HOT.  And amazing.

But then you took me on that second date.  Which I admit, started out fabulously.  Another short flirty dress, this one pink, with the awesome Betsey Johnson socks that have ruffles and bows (squeal!), again paired with boots.  At first I was disappointed that you weren’t going to show.  But the bartender assured me you were and when you did…Mmmm…..heavenly.  More flirting.  More fun conversation.  And then we were having so much fun I agreed to three of you.  I mean, hell, the two of you that other night were so….perfectly delicious.  How could I say no?!  You are pretty enticing. 

*sigh*

And that is where the problems arose.  Because, man, that is a hell of a lot of Vodka.  We began disagreeing before we even left the pub (that I love btw, whether you are there or not).  I knew you’d been too pushy.  The ride home was dicey.  By the time we got home….ugh.  There was no jumping PC once inside.  I don’t even remember walking in the door.

I’ll just be straight with you.  I didn’t appreciate the way you treated me.  I mean, it’s not my favorite passing out cold on my bed…face down, with my boots and coat still on.  *ahem*  So, I have to break up with you.  Don’t even try to talk me out of it.  Don’t call me.  Don’t write.  It would just make things more difficult and tempting to  want to see you again.

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~ xo

Vixen

Last year I was busy cooking, in preparation for Thanksgiving.  This year I am responsible for less of the cooking.  Probably will participate more in doing the dishes and drinking of wine….  Ok ok, definitely more so in the drinking of the wine. *grins*

~CLICK~

Vixen’s neurosis #69: I can not, absolutely will not, do dishes with out wearing rubber gloves. Just like I dislike drinking beer in a can with out a Coozie (oh the crap I get over that one…..doh), I can not do dishes with out gloves. I HATE the way the soap makes my hands feel afterwards. The thought makes me *cringe*….

HappyHNT and Thanksgiving!!!

~ xo

Vixen

Recap in pictures….

My sister and I as angels- her the fallen and me the ‘good’ (bwahaha..) and Hit Girl!  Ta-da!

Showing off our boobs (Hit Girl’s were DD’s to be exact *snort*)

How perfectly perfect!  Haha!

See how Angelic we look?!  *wicked grins*

It’s almost scary how good he is at Hit Girls signature smirk…

Probably the best costumes we’ve ever had.  We got SO many compliments and everyone wanted to get our picture taken with them.

I was nominated for the costume contest! …I totally didn’t win but still!

This picture cracks me up.  Her wings were taking everyone out all evening.  Her wing is going up my ass.  Doh!  (little bit cheeky, eh?!  I SWEAR I have on panties….er.)

Attitude!  Trying to hail a cab. 

My dream come true!  A huge ass shopping bag from one of my favorite stores!

Dancing in the promenade.

The ball got super insanely crowded, overwhelmingly so.  They only had one teeny tiny bathroom (I’m assuming bc I never was able to make it inside it bc the line to get into it had over a 45min wait to use it) and three Port-A-Potty’s in the alley.  Um…right.  Anyone wanna guess how difficult it is to fit in one of those with wings on, much less readjust your ‘business’ (panties, garters, tutu…) in one of those fucking things?!  Poor, poor planning.  NOT my favorite venue.

Nice.  Hands on ass cheeks.  I told you I wasn’t that boring, typical, innocent angel!

These guys were HILARIOUS.  Three of them- strutting around in tight leotards and stilettos.

Very little sleep, I think my head hit the pillow at 4am-ish?  Much beer, only one shot (of Crown- puke).  Excellent time with friends.  Met some awesome new people (one in fact you may be hearing a lot more about in the upcoming weeks…grinning….).  Did I mention there was a kissing booth too?  Oh.  MmmHmm….  *smirk*

*Thank Goodness* was functioning Sunday so I could finish packing for Vegas and take the kiddos Trick-or-Treating.  Yay me!

~ xo

Vixen

My top 10 9 hottest, most favorite sexual adventures…..
***in no particular order***

1.  Balcony of a 4 star hotel in downtown, overlooking a major highway about midnight on a Friday night.  Heavy traffic.  Summer night, air heavy with heat and slight humidity.  Completely naked, bent over the railing. 

2. Lake McCanaughay.  Middle of the night.  Skinny dipping.  Two naked forms, silhouetted by the moonlight….for hours.  The electricity between us so intense the cold water didn’t even phase us. 

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3. A night club hallway. I wrote about it HERE.

4. Lake Powell.  Under the moonlight.  Sleeping bags.  Kissing, making out, touching for hours….followed by intense, insane sex….the type where both your bodies are so sensitive to the touch it’s as if your skin is on fire.  Shivers sent down your spine at her very breath…

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5. Hotel.  Hours….upon hours of kissing, touching, caressing, exploring. 
(I had pretty much fallen head over heels but after this weekend…totally, completely)

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6. Being bent over, in front of an official looking building- downtown, dress thrown over my ass, sans panties…his hands on my hips, being fucked hard.  (Remember?)

7. Pool at Hedonism III, broad daylight.  Completely naked.  Completely occupied pool.

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8. In a restaurant restroom, with HER.

9. A ski resort, late at night.  We had been at a bar at the base of the mountain, listening to a band.  We walked up one of the slopes, the snow making machines were blowing.  My back pushed against a pine tree, him supporting my weight, one of my legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth pressed against my neck and ear breathing heavily into it.

10. I decided….. why limit myself to 10?!  *wicked grins*

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Have a fabulous Tuesday!

~ xo

Vixen

Roxy and Quicksilver got in Friday evening.  We took them to our favorite sushi restaurant then headed home to hop in the hot tub with beer and Donnie (Don Ramon Tequila for newbies or those who don’t pay attention).  Mmmmm……  Everyone passed out cold, exhausted not long after midnight.

Saturday…
After dropping the kiddos off with their cousins, we headed downtown to check into our hotel and begin the ‘gussying up’.  For the girls anyway…the guys planned on catching a nap and watching some sports TV.

A properly stocked hotel fridge…  Duh (us= lushes)

Show time!  We had 7:00 reservations at our favorite Mexican/Margarita place.  Our hotel was only a couple blocks off the main drag, very near the Coyote Ugly we planned on ending up at after dinner.  Perfect, inadvertent planning on our part.  No problem! -(normally) because there is a free shuttle/bus system that will haul you anywhere you like along the main street in the Downtown area.  Except for this one night everything was shut down to due road work.  Hmm.  Really?!?!?! On a SATURDAY night?!?!?  After walking 800 blocks (ok, I might be exaggerating a tiiiiny bit) and Roxy and I already had blisters forming on our feet from our heels (which are NOT made for hiking!) we tell our guys that this shit isn’t gonna fly.  They save the day, like the true Prince Charmings that they are, and hire a Rickshaw to take us the other 50 (only slightly exaggerating) blocks.  (((our feet)))

So.  Later (finally) at the restaurant.  MARGARITAS!!!

Roxy and Quicksilver

Hmm…what shall we call my friend….Sexy Friend?  Yes….SF.  *grins*

And the creativity flows after the 2nd of the super strong margaritas.

It’s time for shots.  Because I was the birthday girl, I was offered a free sopapilla (snort….she clearly did not know me very well) or a shot (NOW we’re talking!) of Jose Cuervo (oooooooooooooooh HELL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)…  I believe PC took that shot for me.  The shot we DID all do was from a bottle of blah-blah-blah 1960something tequila.  I really should remember this shit.  Mainly bc…it was seriously THE. BEST. SHOT I’ve ever had in my life.  Which for the price…good thing *wink*  Quicksilver said next time he was going to buy an entire bottle.  YUM-MMMMY.  (seriously!!!)

Lime baby…..

Girls next

Alright.  We sucked up enough of our fabulous waitress time.  Time to head out.  Well….so much for hoping the bus system would be back up and running again.  500 blocks later (OuCh….) we’re at Coyote Ugly.  Roxy has to ditch her heels.  Her feet are done.  I’ve luckily drank enough that while my Cole Haans that I *adore* are super comfy and my *favorite perfect black heels*….they have tore my feet up as well.  No matter how well made and comfortable heels are, they were never intended to walk hike hundreds of miles.  Seriously NOT a happy camper with the people responsible for this inconvenience of NOT running the bus system that night.  *grumble grumble*

Yeah um….those silly boys.  Not that we didn’t all know PC loves it up the ass.  *giggle grins*

Ok.  So PC is wearing this shirt that snaps.  My sis couldn’t resist. As fast as he snapped it, she ripped it back open.  Bwahaha…

Go sis, go sis…..

I don’t even remember this picture being taken.  Or what we were doing…doh.

Coyotes

BODY SHOTS!!!

He’s such a slut *wink*

Ok, ok…I am too.  Ha!

SF, Roxy and I

What…he’s sexy!  I said!  (you can totally see him blushing, huh?)

Do a little dance, do a little whatever….get down tonight.

Ok.  So everyone keeps asking- “Who’s the girl?!?!”  Well.  Um.  I have no clue.  *LOL*  She worked in the CU gift store.  She was really loving the music.  Our table we had snagged was near her.  Hell.  Lets party with her.  Right!?

Ok yes.  And then there was some of that.

And some of this….when Danielle joined us.  (the girl is HOT….can’t blame Roxy AT. ALL!)

Oh you know…what’s a night when you don’t get totally inappropriate with the weird/creepy statue in the corner of the room. Pffbtt….

Our waitress.  One word.  Boobs.  Girl had it it going-ON.

Aww…PC and late nights aren’t really on the same page.  He needed to catch his second wind. And sis was sure maybe a tongue in his ear would help!

SF…and he said he wouldn’t dance!

Woooohoooo

Roxy gives my sister a lap dance

SF…  (psst lap dance)

So.  At some point in the night, I ran into the edge of the table.  Not just ‘ran’ into the edge of the table, but like rammed my pelvic bone into it.  It hurt like a fucking son of a bitch at the time but I blew it off.  Until the next morning when I was insanely sore.  And then that evening when I could tell- damn something was up.  Um.  Yeah…I’ve never hurt my pelvic bone like this before.  When something bleeds and becomes black and blue…  Well.  It’s a good sign you’ve done something beyond traumatic to your va-jay-jay
*cringe- ouch*
I mean don’t act too horrible surprised.  This is the same person who has cut themselves on a butter knife and burnt their stomach while cooking cupcakes.  Lord…… (and no, don’t be expecting pics of *that*)

Ta-da!

THE END!

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Have a fabulous Tuesday!

~ xo

Vixen

Well.  We partied like Rockstars.

And we all had hang overs the next day that would rival a Rockstars as well… *groan*
(I’m sure not making it to bed until after 5:30 a.m. and only able to catch 3 hours sleep didn’t help much)

Full picture recap to come later Monday.  Hope everyone had a perfectly fabulous weekend!

~ xo

Vixen

~Grey’s Anatomy

Friday Favorites-

If you haven’t done so already, hit the ladies up, show them some love!

The Black Matrixx.….


Emmy…Right Turn Without Signaling….

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After using Bloglines for over five years, to follow all my favorite feeds…it’s closing down as of Oct 1.  To say I am bummed would be a serious understatement.  I been a loyal user to say the least.  It’s easy to use.  Easy to follow.  Etc.  I have begun looking into other means, other RSS feeders.  As I’ve mentioned, I don’t do well with change. I hate change.  If I like something, most especially have loved it enough to continue to use for the past five years, I want it to stay the same.  All the other RSS feeds out there have this drawback or that…it’s not the same.  And therefore I’m feeling bitchy about it.  *humpf*

I’ve had a tough week.  Stuff I’m not really wanting to get into at the moment, in this post.  Roxy and Quicksilver arrive Friday evening.  PC’s birthday was Monday, mine will be Sunday.  We always get together with Roxy for a big ole birthday bash of sorts.  Very much looking forward to going out with a bunch of friends and letting loose.  I need to forget for a bit….  Let the good times roll.

~ xo

Vixen

I’ve been chatting with YM somewhat frequently again.  He’s still serving in Afghanistan.  Apparently he’s been blown up so many times by IED’s that they’ve ‘benched’ him, he’s on permanent bed rest until the end of his deployment in October.  Lovely.  Heart plummets to hear that kind of news…..  He’s bored.  Ancy. Wants to be out doing something, back with his unit.  Which is understandable.  I think his family and friends, me included, are just happy he is in one piece!  He wants me to come visit him in his home town once he is released from his commitments from the Marine Corp next spring.  Hmm…right.  That’s not weird.  Me, in my mid-thirties [married], going to visit my twenty-two year old (he’ll have just turned) ‘friend’.  Yeah. I mean, we can share stories with his friends and girlfriend!  “This one time, in Vegas…..”  *shaking head*

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A bit ago I was telling Ashton about a night out with girlfriends drinking.  A drunken fun filled, can-only-remember-portions-of-the-evening (why I should not mix tequila and vodka!), night out.  I was giving him the highlights.  And he stops me.  To bring to my attention the irony of something I had said.  I recounted how I woke up the next morning completely surprised that I was wearing PJ’s.  His point was…only I would freak out over waking up wearing PJ’s.  Most people loose their shit to find out they have woken up naked.  But not me…  Doh.  (Haha)

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I’ve met several guys recently.  Both have proven to be ‘interesting’ experiences.  One guy, a 21 yro.  We’ll call him Airforce Guy (AF Guy).  Body to die for (as in a-m-a-z-i-n-g).  Great dresser.  Super cool Aviator type shades.  He’s hot, ok.  But oh man….he knows it.  He’s rather into himself.  At one point (as he’s been talking about himself for the last 30 min) I wonder if he realizes I’m there too.  Um yeah…  The other, a bit more mature, both in age and in mannerism (he’s 24).  We’ll call him Johnny, he reminds me of the kid in The Outsiders (not Ralph Macchio, but the character).  He’s got that lanky ‘bad boy’ look to him, good looking, he can carry an intelligent conversation, flirtatious, he likes to talk about more things than just himself (bonus- *snort*).  He’s really ‘nice’.  But.  He’s not Ashton….  *sigh*

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PC and I have been re-discussing our ‘playing rules’, leaving us on sturdier ground.  Rules that enable us to know what each others expectations are.  It makes it easier for me to not upset him inadvertently.  As well as when PC steps out of line, I can punish his ass and remind him that a good panty-boy doesn’t get to act out.  *smirk*  It’s fun to be me.

Anywho.  Just random boy-talk I had swimming in my head tonight…

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~ xo

Vixen

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.…

Just be sure to add the Vodka too.  ~wink~

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So.  What weekend, where? 

*blink blink* 

Weekend started out a bit um, rough.  “Stuff”.  As well as had beyond imaginable bad service at a restaurant Friday night.  Will not be going back there again.  For food.  It will be tempting to go back for their great drink prices though….

Kiddos were kidnapped by their aunt for part of the weekend.  Which freed up an evening to do adult activities.  Girls night out!  PC included, as he is an honorary girl after all.  He was on his bestest behavior (brownie points for him!).  I however, was not.  *evil grins* 

We went to our new favorite place that has a super fun rooftop patio.  The night is somewhat of a blur as the shots and beers continued through the night.  So much for telling PC I would be sticking to beer only, and definitely not more than one shot.  (says the girl who drank three plus shots….one of which contained a concoction of Crown, Peach Schnapps and Red Bull- all three of which are on my ‘no-way-no-thank-you-no-no-no’ list….)

I do remember my (SMOKING HOT) friend being hit on by some guy and me climbing into her lap seductively and informing him she was with me, followed by a fitful of giggles from her and I.  Once he realized we weren’t going to allow him to play with us, he left.  *snort*

Another interesting tidbit was an older gentleman who kept hitting on the three of us, while at the same time trying to hook one of us up with his sons.  Um…hmmm…..alrighty then, but no thanks.

So um PC….whatcha got going on down there?  Bwahahaha….. 

Super fun night.  Super late night….  Had to pick up the kiddos at what had seemed a reasonable time when I originally agreed, although came waaaaaaaaaaaay too early the next morning.  (doh)  Thank God for Starbucks!

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My sister and I have fabulous costumes planned for Halloween, doing the same theme as each other.  We’ve begun searching out the items we’ll need.  The most important and intricate part of the costume is being researched.  PC has already ordered his (custom ordered/made so no Cindy Brady this year, haha!).  It’s going to rock.  Can. not. wait!  *giddy*

I’m rather brain dead in a tequila fog sort of a way so that is about all I have.  Date night with Ashton (aka Yummy) so this will be posting early. 

Happy Monday!

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~ xo

Vixen