(I believe this picture should be something Barefoot Dreamer works on trying to replicate…she’d make it amazing)
~ xo
I read something recently that says you can predict how many partners (within one or two) someone has had by calculating this criteria (note: this was mainly geared towards females) :
3 points if your father was law enforcement or military.
1 point for every tattoo and piercing.
Add 5 if you were in a sorority/fraternity.
Add 10 points for every time you were in rehab.
If you don’t “groom your naughty bits” then subtract 3.
If you’ve been married subtract 6 points.
Subtract 2 points for every cat you have.
If you’re a smoker add 3.
If you listen to hard rock add 3.
Is this close or not even?
Me? Um… It’s complicated. I’m guessing this oh-so-scientific [insert sarcasm] calculation was geared towards heterosexual people. Bc for me it gets somewhat complicated. In our ever so evolving and changing society ‘alternate lifestyles’ are becoming….more acceptable. So I have to say, the number calculated was NOWHERE close to my actual number…. Unless we narrow results to male partners only and then well, ok no….not then either. But in a different direction. *wink*
~ xo
Monday…..in bullets (again)
*Sleep over with the cousins at our house, then hit the pool on opening day. Which turned out to be in the 90′s. *PERFECT*
*Got into a pissing match with some punk ass 12yro kid who kept insisting I was ‘cutting into line’ at the concession stand at the pool. ….Listen punk, I’m paying for these 4 kids snacks that have clearly been standing in line IN FRONT OF YOU for fucking 10minutes. Seriously?! This is how you talk to an adult. Wanted to bitch slap that kid. …..I’m all mature like that. *snort*
*Had an entire weekend without kiddos when they decided to stay at their cousins several nights in a row . Leaving us a chance to have some adult fun.
*Enjoyed outdoor patio drinks with awesome girlie friends (PC included, he is after all an honorary girl) on Friday. Drinks meaning beers that turned into rounds (yes plural) of Patron shots one beer in. And an entire night of conversation revolving around sex. Oh. And a completely goofy conversation where SHE kept insisting she didn’t think she was my type. ….Hon, you are hotter than hell. I’m pretty sure that is quite my type. HELLO!
PC’s such a sport, at one point he was even picking up guys for one of the girls at our table. Ha! Not that we probably needed much help. Three overtly flirtatious party girls at that bar….trouble. Just sayin….
*Woke up with a bruise ‘the size of Canada’ on my ass cheeks (as I told my FB friends) Saturday morning. After an hour of being completely stumped as to where the hell it could have come from, it occurred to me…. The patio chairs from the bar the night before! DOH! I was wearing a little sundress and despite the alcohol had become increasingly more aware that my bony ass was sore from sitting on these metal, waffle cut out chairs. Which is when we began mingling more I believe. It involved less sitting. *ouch*
*Mid day beers and appetizers at Rock Bottom. Btw…their spinach and cheese dip is *TDF*.
*Went to see Robin Hood. If you can withstand 30min of set up *yawn* you’re good to go. Movie gets better and worthwhile seeing.
*Weird dining experience at our favorite sushi restaurant. Um…okay….. But Plum Wine and Sushi- YUM!
*Finally, FINALLY watched Dear John three times. Love, love LOVED the book…but the movie? You will not catch me kicking Channing Tatum or Amanda Seyfried out my bed. JUST. SAYIN! *swoon*
*Had to cancel a pool date. Boo! 90 one day, less than 50 the next. *shaking head*
*Experienced mini panic attacks combined with insomnia through out the weekend. Not a good combination. Feeling…completely overwhelmed.
Breathe…..just. breathe.
*Long talk with PC, change of plans in upcoming weeks. Better game plan…. I think. *deep breaths* It’s going to be ok. Things are ok.
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It’s Memorial Day. Take a moment to remember what this day means. It’s more than just an extra day off of school/work for family picnics…… I’ve been thinking about my young Marine friend recently. We chat every so often. Me and my ‘not sleeping habits’ means he is able to catch me at random times. The time difference is crazy in Afghanistan. He drifts between utter depression and complete euphoria. Which is completely understandable but at the same time difficult for me to grasp… While his friends at home are bitching about complete randomness, like school being ‘hard’. Meanwhile a kid he knew was blown up 15′ from him. *shaking head* I honestly, can’t fathom. So I guess on a day like Memorial Day, you give thanks and special appreciation. To the ones you love, as well a those you don’t who have and/or will risk their lives.
*****
~ xo
Vixen
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There is a married couple. A few years back they were having issues/times got tough and the husband began reading his wife’s diary. Out of desperation, he claims, to get an ‘inside view’ on her thoughts and what was going through her head at the time. He used the information he read in her diary to help ‘fix’ the problems they were having. It worked and he feels it saved his marriage as a result. He’s continued to check it from time to time, just to make sure he’s still on track. Well, he got caught. His wife is extremely upset and is now threatening to leave him and file for divorce because of this.
*SIGH*
Ok, before I go into a full tilt rant…. To play devil’s advocate for a small moment. In his boy brain I guess I can kind of, sort of see what he was doing. That he was doing it to try to help fix what was wrong. He felt desperate. Boys like to fix things. And hey! It worked. So why stop.
But. BUT!!!!! OH HELL FUCKING NO. You do NOT… NOT NOT NOT read anyone’s personal/private ‘stuff’ with out permission. Email, IM’s, Texts, letters, DIARIES!!!!! The minute you do something like that, that invasive, all trust is lost and in regards to me, all bets are off. Deal breaker right. then. and. there.
One (of the maaaaaaaaaaaaany) danger with reading someone else’s personal stuff is you are only reading a snippet of a conversation/topic. Which can SO totally be taken out of context. I’ve seen couples get in arguments, full out battles over shit bc of this.
But what it really comes down to is YOU ARE INVADING SOMEONE ELSE’S PRIVACY. I escaped a relationship where my every movement was traced, followed, watched. For nothing. I wasn’t doing anything to prompt this behavior or treatment (the most ludicrous thing is, he was….he’s the proof to the statement that the guilty accuse others to deflect attention from their own indiscretions). Being stalked like that makes you feel like a paranoid, crazy person. If you had ANY wonder how I became so neurotic, there you go…. I had nothing to hide. There was nothing to hide. Just bc I don’t want you to read my email or my diary or my whatever, does NOT mean I’m doing anything wrong. Just sayin….
I feel quite passionately in regards to this (as if you couldn’t tell). PC is a computer genius. He could tract down every word I write on the internet…email, IM, computer history, text. He has the ability to hack into every single account I have. But he doesn’t (well, unless I ask bc like a ditz I occasionally lose a password or get locked out of an account- DOH). It takes (took) a HUGE amount of trust for me to not have a fucking anxiety attack knowing this. He wouldn’t.
For me it comes down to the respect you have for another person.
*steps off soapbox*
But what is YOUR take? Is she over-reacting? Was he wrong? How wrong? Are his actions forgivable?
******
Happy HUMP day!!!
~ xo
Vixen
Roxy and Quicksilver met Phoebe and I at the airport. This flight had been MUCH better than the last time. The SW bitch fest must be over and the regular NICE people who actually like dogs, are back. The only disappointing thing was to realize that a good portion of my music on my iPod, some good stuff that I had looking forward to listening to on the plane…..was missing. How did that happen??? Oh well.
First stop was lunch. Mexican of course. One of the (maaaaaaaaaaany) things I love about my friends is that their love for Mexican food is so similar to mine. And of course we indulged in Margaritas!
Next stop after lunch….the liquor store!
Not long after making it to their house Roxy broke out the Tequila she’d gotten for her bday. They celebrate THIRSTY THURSDAY at their house each week. It’s 5:00 somewhere! Cheers! Pomegranate Tequila is yuuuuuumy….. (although, much more a ‘indulge in one shot’ sort of thing)
Of course, got to get in some ‘sober-ish‘ shots….
That’s what I’m talking about…definitely was and IS the theme whenever I visit ~wink~
Baby spiders! Er, um, parachuters, the sky was full of them the entire wkend. Hehe
Aren’t they completely insanely cute together?!
More ‘sober-ish‘ pics….
…you know, before I began molesting her.
Thursday night included beer, tequila shots, Domino’s incredibly delish veggie pizza [after Quicksilver offered me my upteenth shot and I had to tell him 'not until something less alcohol-like made it into my stomach' (hey! sometimes I DO know what is good for me! Rare, but still, lol)], more tequila, I believe this is the night I was attempting to text PC but those damn Blackberry keys just kept getting smaller and smaller…..attempted to watch Vampire Diaries (unsuccessfully) then passing out in Roxy’s bed. Doh.
Friday-
Quicksilver never made it to work. Doh…downside of Thirsty Thursday I guess. Tequila haze. Lunch at Pick-Up-Stix….seriously *LOVE* that place. I want one to open up here so bad! Next the nail salon where we all got pretty nails and were accosted by their new chairs (wtf is up with a chair that squeezes your thighs together super tight….and then rams a rod up into your ass?! I’m not kidding…..lol). Eventually did some food and beverage shopping. I was ramped up to make them Capriana’s. Perfect poolside drink!
I’ve posted many of these signs before, not sure if I’ve ever shown this one before. *snort*
Mega sized Capriana’s were enough to get the pool party going. *ahem* Switched to beer…..
Ahh……. *HAPPY SIGH* I could spend every wkend just. like. this.
Quicksilver getting it on, er um helping….doh.
Like you doubted….
Boys pass out.
What happens when boys pass out….girls take advantage of awesome photo ops. HAHA~
Friday night more friends came over for Rock Band and Roxy made her signature SUPER yummy pasta- Rattlesnake Pasta. Which I’m dying to make. It was um…a tad bit (fire-blazing-from-your-mouth) spicy. *snort* But very good. We all enjoyed it with the Texas Toast and beer.
Even Phoebe wanted in on the beer consumtion. No really, can’t you tell she was just dying to enjoy some Rocky Mountain Water?!?! (never mind her “OH GOD HELP ME PLEASE” look……)
Rockin Beer Goggles. I’ll save you the pics where Phoebe was rockin’ them. Not as impressive as when Roxy was.
(wrong…wrong….wrong…..lololol)
Rockband time.
They are seriously good. I was super impressed. I stayed behind the scenes as the Paparazzi, you know, what I do very best. Bwahahaha….
Ok. Enough of that. Time for the spa. I swear, you would not believe the girl on girl action I got that wkend.
Brown eyes that make you melt, beautiful short hair, tongue that can….. Yeah, she’s a big ass German Shepherd puppy named Sadie. I won’t include all the pics where she’s molesting me. I can’t even count how many times I was accosted by her. *snort*
I’m either doing my ‘Sadie-impersonation’ here or molesting Roxy (….again…..) 
The night ended when Roxy was dead set on having the Cheesy Cake Quicksilver had made earlier in the day (homemade from a box! Quite the gourmet! *giggle*) that was inside the house. Get her in the house where she promptly passes out…sans any Cheesy Cake. I was deadset that Quicksilver and I needed ONE more shot of tequila. To which his point is, well hell, may as well double up and have two. Then as we are indulging in our 2nd back to back shot makes me promise not to leave him high and dry…. We proceed to have a most enlightening and interesting conversation (right? I’m sure in my mind anyways, lol), I look over and guess who’s passed out cold. Yes, I’m THAT entertaining apparently. Poor guy woke up at 4am on the couch, by himself, listening to blaring loud music…while us girls were snoozing away in bed. DOH.
Saturday-
Mmm…this is the morning we probably all felt the worst. I slept in until 9:30 (when does THAT ever happen?!?!) and woke up in a very, very heavy tequila induced fog. Blech……..
You know “Where’s Waldo”???? So, where’s Phoebe?
There she is! Hehe….. (I’m not appologizing for the doggy pictures, she’s adorable and you have to admit it and/or deal with it)
What better way to cure a hang over and spend a hot Saturday afternoon then walking around a Meat Festival. A vegetarian’s DREAM. *LOL* Actually I think to meat eaters it was called something like a “BBQ Showdown”
Did you read that? Meat to please ME. Little do they know…..hehe
I kid. But it was nice to get out of the house and I think the walking around was good for all of us. It was funny to joke about me, the vegetarian, checking out all the meat. *wicked grin*
And while I’m not such a huge fan of meat, I DO love sauce. My motto in life is that it’s SERIOUSLY all about the sauce. Food is merely a vehicle FOR sauce. I AM the Sauce Goddess!
This is probably only funny to those who know me somewhat well. One of the most offensive ‘meats’ to me is bacon. Bc restaurants like to sneak bacon into EVERYFUCKINGTHING. I’ll order an innocent salad someplace and it’ll come out with teeny tiny bacon bits in it. Mashed potatos. Soups. It’s amazing to me. So bacon wrapped anything….ah yes, *barf*
I know, I know…You can’t take me and Roxy anywhere without us becoming inappropriate. What can I say. To know us is to deal with us love us.
Roxy preferred hers with nuts…..just sayin’ *giggle grins*
Later back at the house…..
Tequila progress. Let me put this into perspective for you. This bottle if freakin’ HUGE. 1/2gallon glass bottle of Don Ramone tequila. MMmmm….. So, four people, 2 nights…..bout half a bottle down. Um, yeah.
Sadie’s ball. Seriously. This is just wrong, no?! (the ball people, look at the ball, lol)
Girlies…..
For as warm as it was that day, it got pretty cold that night. Def can’t beat a fire at night.
Theme song of the night- SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!!!
What? You only knew it was a matter of time before we got all porn-star like with the tequila.
Roxy’s tower of beer….. (I mean, we all drank it, but she made it, kwim? lol)
Quicksilver is awfully happy, no?
(psst…I never do this, but you might want to click this one particular pic….)
(FWI, TFT should be most interesting the next few weeks. This past HNT was just a taste of Roxy and I….and our um, flashing habit, lol)
Awww……
Bubble queen
Ok. Last pic of wkend (mostly, kind of sort of), ok, that I’m going to show NOW. *LOL* Remember the Cheesy Cake Roxy was infatuated with the night before? Um…yum. There are some very fun and interesting things you can do with it! *ahemCheesy-Cake-Pornahem* Just sayin…. ~wink~
Sunday-
How we spent our Sunday. Recovering/recuperating. It was a *beautiful* day. Figures…would have been perfect to spend it poolside.
Had a really late flight out. Was pretty disappointed to discover that the already small San Diego airport has an even tinier terminal than I am used to. As in, I had my heart set on the slim selections of a sandwich from Quiznos and latte from Starbucks (dinner of champions). Only to discover this teeny, tinier terminal consists of two gates and a kiosk that sells water and magazines. Oh…um, ok, pfffbbbtt, who really needs dinner anyways. *sigh* Added with the college baseball (???) team that seemed to always want to be sitting where I was, AS I was trying to have a phone conversation…. Not the greatest way to end a fabulous wkend. But *shrug* sa le vie, when you travel as much as I have been recently. I can put up with the little shit anyday to repeat fabulousness. You have no idea how badly I would like to visit there monthly. Wait…I guess I almost have, lol. Well, still. Hopefully next time PC can come as well. It was incredibly sweet (and worked out best) for him to hold down the fort but he was missed. Anyway…..
*HAPPY SIGH*
~ xo
Category: Drinking, Drunk texting, Just sayin', Pool Betch, Vacation, Weekends, West Coast Weirdo- Roxy
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BTW, I have two reviews to go up when I get home. One is a corset from Eden Fantasy….Ooooo, you know how I love corsets! And the other for the people at The Slippery Pie. They asked me to try out a very interesting new product…. I’ll leave you with that ~wink~
~ xo
Vixen
As most everyone who runs a blog does, I have a stat counter. I don’t really keep track of it. I glance at it from time to time to see if my ex and his family are viewing it (so I can promptly block their asses). I also try not to obsess too much and go into panic mode when IP’s super close to home pop up (and recently there have been more and more…*deep breaths*), which is yet another reason why I don’t pay too much attention to it. It does however always crack me up to see what kind of search hits brought people to Vixen-land.
Drunk Estes Park girl fucked-
So yes, while I have been to Estes Park many many times, and yes, have even been fucked there a few times (seriously, a quickie off the beaten path….HOT). And sigh, yes, I’ve been drunk there too. I’ve never been all three, nor have I written about it. Ever. ???? Just saying…..
Blow Up Doll Porn-
I know for a fact I have never discussed a blow up doll on my site. But really? Is there even such a thing as Blow Up Doll Porn???? Seems kinda lame to me.
Kindergarten sex-
Ewww, people!
does my bloody life jenny didn’t want i pushed her head sex in it
I have no clue how THAT search brought them to ME. *shaking head* I don’t even know a Jenny, much less have I mentioned one here….but I feel badly for her kind of.
sudden urge for Coors Light
Yes. Frequently. Coors Light and I are all close like that.
Showing my tits at lake mcconaughy
Oh. Um…yeah. In my defense, it’s been a few years though. (hey, don’t even act like you might be surprised…lol) Don’t bother looking though, there are none to be found….here.
sleeping wifes forced to hump
Wha? Hump what? Okay…. (weird)
Tied my naughty girlfriend to a ladder
Well ok then. Good for you! Not my idea of a good time, but hell, to each their own I firmly believe.
TFT + Yummy
Hmm…another thing to don’t bother looking just yet. He’s not there. But that reminds me, I need to hit him up and change that. I can’t believe I haven’t hit him up yet! I keep forgetting. I guess bc I’m caught up in um, him other things.
Pamela Anderson against a wall sex scene
Good lord people. I mentioned Pamela Anderson ONE TIME, and that was like 3 years ago and I still get hits from this search. Multiple times. Daily.
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Have a fabulous Friday. I’m recovering from much tequila consumed the night before. Coffee is slowly helping. A trip to the nail saloon should help some more. Apparently I was drunk texting PC Yiddish…..stupid BB keys sure do get small the more tequila you consume *ahem* DOH.
~ xo
Vixen
I want to feel…
You kiss my neck.
Nibble my ear.
Breathe into it.
I want to feel…
Your lips on my throat.
my collar bone
on the back of my neck.
I want to feel…
your mouth on my neck.
on my shoulder.
your teeth,
as they teasingly sink into me.
I want to feel….
Goosebumps race down my spine.
Involuntary chills.
Involuntary responses.
To your lips.
Your mouth.
Your hands.
Breathily you whisper….in my ear.
How much you want me.
To fuck me.
I want to feel….
You.
~ xo Vixen
Roxy and I had a fairly in depth conversation last week regarding….life. And feelings. And ‘things’. (That I’m not ready to delve into yet here, right now at least).
But it’d been something I’d been putting quite a lot of thought into recently and she prompted the topic and next thing I knew I was laying all my thoughts out, virtually a mind dump. What I loved about it though was I felt so level headed in my response to her and what I was saying. For ONCE. I mean good lord, me, Ms. OCD/Neurotic Girl….with a clear and level head. Imagine THAT, will ya?! Ha!
Anyway. What it really comes down to is you gotta live your life to the fullest.
If you protect yourself from everything (…being hurt, disappointment, risk…), where does that get you? Except for a sheltered and boring life?
Nah, no thanks.
~ xo
So while it was snowing at home. We were enjoying Bloody Mary’s (good ones…as in the. best. EVER!!!) on the beach.
*HAPPY SIGH*
Not that we haven’t been partying *ahemworkingthroughaslighthangoverhalfabottleoftequilalaterahem* but today is THE main event. The big ass party we’ve been looking forward to. Sah-weet!
~ xo
Vixen
