….being turned onto an absolutely fabulous lingerie site and receiving your order almost immediately.

(course….one sucky thing about Daylight savings is going out drinking the night before, waking with an awful headache and remembering you actually woke up at NINE, then slowly realizing the entire day is probably a wash…  DOH)

~ xo

Vixen

Lexie: “For once in my life I’m doing something only for me.  This is about not feeling.  You make me not feel and if you can’t handle being used for sex then tell me so I can find a guy who can“

Alex: “I’m all about not feeling.  And I have a free twenty minutes…  You want to go have not feelings somewhere?”

~Grey’s Anatomy

There is a reason I date women.  Haven’t dated men (um, you know, until recently….  and PC not included, bc he breaks every man ‘rule’ I’ve ever known, lol).   I have recently RE-discovered all the reasons why I find females so much easier to date.  I KNOW how a girl thinks.  9.5 times out of 10 what she is thinking- I am thinking/have thought/felt.  I would do. I can *relate*. Men confuse the hell out of me!  I SUCK AT IT.  I suck at trying to figure out what they are thinking.  How much is too much?  How little is too little?!  Dewey wrote a post a bit ago and it really struck home and it’s what I have recently tried to keep forefront in my thoughts.  Call it “What would Dewey do….” if you will.  *LOL*

He talks a lot about NSA sex.  Hmm.  I have noticed I am not very good at this. I’d like to be.  If I weren’t left wondering so much.  I think too much.  I obsess.  I’m trying to work on that more.  But….hell, I’m a girl.  I’m not flippant about my feelings.

Damn how I wish I could be sometimes though…..

There should be an instruction manual for dating guys.  Maybe I need to invest in “Dating for Dummies”.  Hell, I can use all the help I can get!

(does practice make perfect?!?!)

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

(no…I don’t plan on starting ALL my posts now with Lady GaGa lyrics, lol…..they just seemed fitting)

I know I mentioned I was going on a date tonight…..but I didn’t say it was with my adorable young marine.  A sleep over no less.  Hmm….  ~wink~

I’m coveting this dress….

Course I’d wear much more fabulous shoes than she is.  *le sigh*  Instead I guess I’ll settle for wearing the little burgundy number from Express with my favorite black heels.  Simple.  Classic.  Sexy.

Pictures to come….  *grins*

Oh!  And PC is finally getting his tattoo completed.  We’ve had to reschedule several times due to sick kiddos, other things getting in the way.  He’s fairly anxious from being tortured last time.  I’m stoked to see it finished! 

******

Have a great Saturday!

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~ xo

Vixen

I woke up in a funk.  For the second day in a row.  Which is….rare for me.  Funks, I’m familiar with occasionally.  Funks that last more than a day…..strange.

But then I went out.  And I met a girl.  Wickedly cute she was!  I was flirty.  And fun!  SHE was flirty.  Forty-five minutes later I realize….. 

(vi.sualize.us)

*CLICK* 

She was young…..  (at one point I think…   ‘does she realize my age?!?!’     Haha!)  You know, nothing boosts your self esteem like being hit on twice in a months time by a much younger crowd!  *swoon*

I’m kicking myself though, I didn’t get her number.  She was clearly interested.  Tossing out every signal and yet….not until I’m in my car does it occur to me in my giddy-ness that I failed to do so.  Damn! (Stupid girl!)

I’ll be going back.~wink~

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

Our bodies intertwined, kissing…nibbling…sucking….  Hands everywhere.

Breathless, urgent whispers and commands.

In the hallway, pressed against the door.

Increasingly overwhelming desire.  Lust.

Looking into his eyes, studying his reactions to my actions.

Room doors occasionally opening, guests coming and going.

The thrill of exhibitionism.  Skin fiery to the touch.  Shivers running down my spine. Hearts racing. 

Yeah….

It was like that.

~ xo

Vixen

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They are throwing a party to launch their new website Go Back To Bed.  Anyone in the area is invited.  After checking out the website (which looks really great) I said I would give ‘em a plug.

More information contact: HERE

Hey!  Woman owned, mother approved!  Wishing I would have thought of it!

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

It’s been like that…….

…:::SIGH:::…

Here’s to improved moods, less hormone based wackoness and oh, some sex.  Bwtn PC and I being sick there hasn’t been any very much of that and gah….withdrawals! 

We’re taking the kiddos to the Rodeo today.  The National Western Stockshow and Rodeo comes for three weeks in January every year and it’s our annual tradition to go.  And despite what LP thinks and is going to try to persuade, WE ARE NOT COMING HOME WITH A BUNNY!
(I’m serious)

~ xo

Vixen

I don’t make them generally. But four years ago I began making this one.  And have stuck with it.

~ xo

Vixen

I’ve put this up previous years and it’s on of those posts that are fun to recycle.  :)

Barbie
c/o Mattel, Inc.
El Segundo, CA 90245

Santa Claus
North Pole, North Pole
December 23, 1996

Dear Santa:

Listen you ugly little troll, I’ve been helping you out every year, playing at being the perfect Christmas Present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one too many tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT’S DEFINITELY PAYBACK TIME! There had better be some changes around here this Christmas, or I’m gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and trust me, you won’t wanna be around to smell it). So, here’s my holiday wish list:

Santa:

1. A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized sweatshirt. I’m sick of looking like a hooker. How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get? Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and velcro crawling up your butt?

2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. Preferably white. What bonehead at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks like cellulite!

3. A REAL man…maybe GI Joe. Hell, I’d take Tickle-Me Elmo over that wimped-out excuse for a boytoy Ken. And what’s with that earring anyway? If I’m gonna have to suffer with him, at least make him (and me) anatomically correct.

4. Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct.

5. Breast reduction surgery. I don’t care whose arm you have to twist, get it done.

6. A jogbra. To wear until I get the surgery.

7. A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don’t cut it. How about a systems analyst? Or better yet, a public relations senior account exec!

8. A new, more hip persona. Maybe “PMS Barbie”, complete with a miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips; “Animal Rights Barbie”, with my very own paint gun, outfitted with a fake fur coat, bottle of spray on blood and handcuffs; or “Stop Smoking Barbie,” sporting a removable Nicotrol patch and equipped with several packs of gum.

9. No more McDonald’s endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl.

10. Mattel stock options. It’s been 44 years–I think I deserve it.

Ok, Santa, that’s it. Considering my valuable contribution to society, I don’t think these requests are out of line. If you disagree, then you can find yourself a new bitch for next Christmas.

It’s that simple.

Yours truly,
Barbie

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

I can be short tempered and irritable.  A couple days a month I, we, can expect me to become this bitchy, irrational, crazy person.  And when that passes we all breath a deep sigh of relief.  Because no one, including ME, likes that girl very much.

Except. 

Except sometimes that doesn’t happen.  It doesn’t pass.

I’ve been feeling sad (duh).  And needy.  And tired.  Oh. my. god. TIRED…….

And….not myself.

I’m needing to re-discover my groove.  Figure out where it went.  I’m getting there.  Working on it.  But fuck…it’s difficult some days.  Sometimes.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen