Whirlwind of a weekend.  Some plans fell through.  Others popped up.  My sleeping habits are all mucked up (ie…. asleep at 9, up from midnight-4am, asleep 4ish-9am…hey I guess if you add it up, that’s 9 hours of sleep- impressive for me! Haha…).  I thank my allergies.  But overall a fabulous one.

Some random notes-

*** The other morning, in the midst of LP having yet another melt down (the 5th?  10?  ….idk I lost count) it struck me how fucking high strung she is.  She gets/feels stressed and her anxiety goes up and next thing you know she’s flustered and short and her voice goes up…..  Good lord girl, take a chill pill already! And it hit me.  HARD. 
OMG….she’s totally me.  PC refers to it as me being in “Daisy Mode”.  We have a very neurotic Mini Australian Shepherd, Daisy.  The poor thing HATES to get in trouble, HATES for voices to be raised, gets stressed out VERY easily- if everything is not feeling completely fabulous and peachy to her she becomes a mess.  I’ve referred to it before, but if you ever saw the movie The Golden Compass, they focus on everyone having a ‘daemon‘.  PC says Daisy is my daemon.  When I mentioned to PC how high strung LP is and that I thought she might have gotten it from me.  He stares at me incredulously and says…. “might?!”.

Oh.  Right.  Man….

*** We were out Friday night at our favorite brewery (good beer and endless vegetarian options= *SWOON*).  Sitting on a very crowded patio.  And I receive a text from Roxy.  A very um, NSFP (Not Safe For Public) picture.  Which…totally not shocking. *snort*  I didn’t open it with the most ‘care’ (I know, I know…my bad).  Doh.  I receive several more (Roxy!  LOLOLOL) and realize the five-top behind us has become increasingly more ‘interested’ in PC and mine conversation.  And the way in which I am sitting, anything I view on my BB is also viewable to some of them.  It’s a moment where you wonder if you should just invite them to sit with you because clearly they are more interested in what you have going on.  *shaking head*

I bring this up bc this is the third time in the last couple weeks I’ve been out and had the occupants of a table nearby so blatantly be eavesdropping.  I love to people watch as much as the next person but fucking A, at least I’m stealth (ok…’ish’…) about it.  Ashton (aka Yummy) and I were out last week and I admit, carrying on an increasingly more risque conversation.  I swear the woman at the table next to us was about to fall out of her chair she was so intrigued/interested in what we were talking about.  I felt like pulling a chair up and inviting her in. I mean, seriously…  Apparently conversation of raves, threesomes, and lesbians were far more interesting than whatever the three men she was with were talking about.  *snort*

*** Back to my Friday night.  We had a fabulous time.  Intermixed with boob and penis shots.  Never a dull moment in Vixen-land!  Did ponder something else while we were out this weekend….  What makes someone who is very clearly NOT a people person, take a job in a position that clearly requires you to BE a people person.  Such as waiting tables.  Things that make you go, hmm….

*** It was 94 Saturday.  And 99 degrees on Sunday.  Scorching hot.  Luckily I was able to get the kiddos to the pool one of those days.  I hear there is a huge change in weather coming soon.  Noooo……

*** I have an insane crush on Hit Girl.  Yes. It’s wrong.  Very wrong.  She’s um….ok. I’m not even going to tell you her age.  But damn….  *fans self*  Let’s just pretend she’s like, um, twenty-one!  Yes, yes, that’s a fine and legal age.  Mmmhmm.  (um yeah….)

*** Jennifer Anniston and Justin Bateman had mad chemistry in The Switch.  Sweet, funny, heart wrenching…..very good movie.  AND there are a ton of awesome chick flicks movies coming out in the next few months!  Yay for PC…  *snort*  (I’ve seen enough action/shot them up/alien/macho movies that panty boy of mine can suck up five a chick flick every so often ~wink~)

So there you go.  It’s Monday.  Enjoy it.  I hear that with enough coffee I could rule the world.  I will be testing this theory….

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

After six days of being pent up in the house with poor sick LP (who is finally FINALLY starting to feel better)- I got out.  (We *heart* our sitter)  And had fun.  PC and I saw a movie (where I blurted out -rather loudly- just as the movie was starting “Oh you just shut up panty boy” after PC had teased me about something *snort*  Still giggling about that one…..).  And tried out a new brewery for dinner.  Excellent food.  Not so excellent beer (I’ve never been to a brewery where I couldn’t find something I liked….weird).  But excellently priced Vodka/Cranberry’s.  Had a friend join us.  We flirted like crazy.  Teased playfully. Laughed.  Talked.  Drank.  Had a fabulous time.  Then we all headed back home to enjoy hot tub.  Where we had an even more fabulous time.  *wink*

I’ve been following Sabrina Daco’s photostream on Flickr for quite a few years now. She has one of the sexiest, most provocative and seductive photo streams I’ve ever encountered.  HOT… Anyway. I encountered her photo on Tumblr.  I know a lot of photos end up over there that were ripped off.  So I just wanted to make sure she got a proper call out for her photography and pics.

~ xo

Vixen

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* 

*****

Ok.  Well.  Enjoy your Monday.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

(this sign cracks me up)

Busy weekend- but good busy.  Over-indulged in margaritas (watermelon- YUM!), beer and sun.  Beyond exhausted- but in a good way.  About all I can muster up for a Monday post is a few pictures from our annual trip to the Renaissance Festival.  Most of the good ones have my kiddos in them or were taken by one of the kiddos and sucked (doh).

Ah…. A Vegetarian’s dream!  *snort*

The kiddos love animals.  Love to ride horses but were ‘freaked out’ to ride an elephant. Um, okaaaaay…..lol.

Winnie and Lissie are the Laundry Wenches.  Of all the shows, this one is the best and our favorite.  You just have to count on getting wet.

Lissie is my favorite *grins*

He loves me, he loves me not…

The heckler, the guy is a total riot!

The pretty fairy who hands out wishing rocks.

There is a joust at the end of each day.  Waiting for the joust to begin…

The End.  And Happy Monday.  The last few weekends have completely worn me out.  Good thing for Mondays, in Vixen-land, that’s my day to recuperate.

~ xo

Vixen

From this wkend-

* Just because they are called boy shorts, doesn’t make them actual shorts. I don’t care how rockin your body is.  You can’t pair them with a tee shirt, throw on some flip flops and go to Target like that.  Just sayin…

* Two girls and a guy check into a hotel (one girl is not staying).  The nice desk clerk asks the one girl if she would like 2 queen beds or a king.  To which the one girl enthusiastically replies “Oh definitely the king”.  The desk clerk looks from one girl to the other, pauses and then asks if the girls would like 2 or 3 room keys.  The one girl looks quizzically at her, slightly confused.  Check in is finished and the 2 girls and one guy walk towards the elevator towards their room with one king size bed.  Where it’s brought to their attention by the other girl (me) how this is looking to the desk clerk.  Bwahahaha…..  Quite a giggle was gotten out of that.  *snort*

* My concoction of Stout beer and Vanilla Vodka is apparently much, much more potent after I’ve been drinking light beer before hand, rather than starting the night out with the Stout.  Um yeah….must. remember. this. in. the. future.  I am very rarely hung over but Sunday was a bit um, rough let’s say. (blech)

* PC taxied my ass.  Enabling me to have a much needed, super fun girls night out, you know to catch up on girly gossip.  The things he does for me….  *happy sigh*

* Transformers 3 is coming out next summer.  Megan Fox decided some time ago that she wouldn’t be participating in the next one.  *HUGE DISAPPOINTING SIGH* Sure Transformers is cool and all but honestly, I have enjoyed the last two bc A- the mom is fucking hysterical and B- Megan Fox is hotter than hell.  Ok, I mean like fine….so they bring in a new girl.  But what pisses me off is they are going to ‘pretend’ she’s Mikaela. Like we aren’t going to notice or compare her to Megan the entire fucking time?!  At least make her be like a NEW love interest! Annoying.

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It’s that time of the week again….Monday.  Back to the grind. Oh wait.  It’s summer break….the grind is everyday, lol.  I guess it’s back to the pool then.  ~wink~

~ xo

Vixen

“I kinda flirt with everything and everyone, no matter if it’s a tree or a coffee cup. I can’t resist.”

The whole player thing….  (which jr so kindly provided a definition of -below- from the Urban Dictionary and that I am so totally NOT) When I mentioned it last week (you know, when PC called me out on it), I failed to mention it was entirely directed towards my interactions with females. I am so totally NOT a player (oh good lord…SO totally not….lololol) when it comes to boys (to clarify…PC doesn’t count…he’s an honorary girl ~winkgrins~).  I mean…until this past year the very idea of me even liking one was ridiculous to me, and well anyone else who knows me well. I just wasn’t attracted to them.  Not that that stopped me from flirting, or being friendly with one (many).  I just wasn’t interested.  Still find that to be pretty true. It’s much easier for me to feel an attraction to a female.

But.  I am an equal opportunity flirter.  I don’t discriminate.  Girl…guy….cute….sexy….smoking hot…plain…not really my type…whatever. I WILL flirt with you.  I’m not even sure of my ‘type’….bc for me, it’s all about whether that *CLICK* is felt.  It surprises me sometimes in fact, when I feel it.  Who it comes from.  What caused it.  When I’m asked my type, I shrug. I used to rattle off something…like I really knew.  But it was pointed out to me (ahemPCahem), that no….that has nothing to do with anything really.  I like to make people feel good about themselves.  Make them smile.  Put a lift in their step.  I have a knack for it.  I like that I have that ability to do that for someone.  BUT please don’t get me wrong….  I have my sights set.  My crushes, interests, while they may seem to include everyone...don’t.

(vi.sualize.us)

Just because I flirt with someone, doesn’t mean I want to hook up with them.  I am very flirtatious.  It’s just who I am.  PC and I work well, because he understands this about me.  Not that he isn’t insanely flirtatious himself….  But he doesn’t feel threatened.  Nor do I with him.  Hell when guys have offered to buy me a drink when we are out, he is all for it.  Saves him money!  *smirk*

A past girlfriend was upset with me at one point, regarding my flirting- she wanted to feel *special*.  But I mean, everyone wants to feel special to someone, right?!  When I pay so much attention to… ‘everyone’….the person I’m into has a difficult time ‘knowing’ they are the one I’m lusting after, completely into.  Well, gah, I guess that makes sense.

I guess I suck at that part.  Because in my mind…I KNOW who I’m into.  But I guess sometimes I get so consumed in my flirting that I fail to really devote my attention to the person(s) I am entirely interested in.  PC has even complained about this occasionally. (I TOLD you…I suck sometimes)

(((PC)))

I like to be liked.  To feel special.  And adored.  And fawned over.  Why wouldn’t they?

Player?  Not so much.  Equal opportunity flirter?  Completely.

(weheartit)

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

Four years ago I met a girl at our pool  (we have a fabulous pool that we’ve gotten a membership to for years).  She was a SAHM like myself, had a daughter similar in age to LM and a slightly older son with down syndrome.  She was…unique.  Think, Shane from The L Word (which if you recall I’ve lusted after hardcore for years), with bleached blond hair.  Tiny but quite obviously worked out.  And tattoo’d.  She had numerous, awesome bits of ink.

(Katherine Moenning- Shane)

From the moment I saw her I’ve been intrigued.  It took a couple weeks for me to introduce myself and begin talking with her.  (seriously if pools would just allow alcohol we’d all have so much more fun, or at least I would!) Once I did, we became fabulous friends.  Saving chairs for one another, the best ‘spot’ on the lawn, looking forward to each others company.  I anticipated our interludes, which were never with much privacy.  I mean, we each (at the time) had three year old’s.

I admit. I developed a huge crush.  The year came to an end.  I hadn’t seen her since.  Then.  Guess who showed up at the pool last week.  And happened to sit next to us.  Her.  She’s changed a bit.  I don’t think she works out as much.  Has a slightly different hair cut.  She seems pre-occupied and worn out.  But.  All of that aside.  The minute I saw her, it didn’t change the immediate butterflies…….  The smile that met hers when she looked my way and we immediately recognized each other.

Crushing……

*****

So.  I was watching The Real L Word and PC unfortunately for him, happened to watch it with me.  With in 10min he informed me I was like this one girl.  Who is a total player.

Wha?!  ME???  A player????  I thrive on stability!  Relationships!

And he explains to me how and why I’m just like this Whitney girl, who oh so totally is a player.

Fuck.

He’s right.

*****

(vi.sualiz.us)

~ xo

Vixen

(haha….this is too funny *grins*)

So I have an AFF profile (I have an entire post on *that* experience, o.m.g…..later though).  Female for female.  But does that stop the men from responding?  Uh…no.  But nor does it stop me from ignoring them.  (doh)

One of the gems I received recently was from a male who went on and on about how into ‘older’ women he was, how he’s always fantasized about experiencing an ‘older woman’, etc.  Um.  He’s 32 years old.  Dude!  I’m only FIVE years older than you! And could you please stop referring to me as an ‘older woman’.  Gah…..  Way to kill a gals game.  And your opportunity at any too!  Geesh!

Not that I was ever interested anyways…..  But still!

*****

Decided I was happy I hadn’t taken the top off my Jeep yet when it began raining early Friday afternoon.  (at the rate this summer is going, I may NEVER get to take it down!)

Watched it rain.

Thought of things that would entertain three children under 10years old that didn’t involve being outside.

Watched it rain.

Took everyone to see the remake of Karate Kid.  Very well done.  Loved it almost better than the original.

Watched it rain.

Overheard a conversation a drunk man was having on his cell phone in the lobby of Hooters, pleading with someone named “Kate”, to let him come over, assuring her that ‘she could always call 911 if she had to’.  Umm…… (IDK how reassuring that really is…”Kate” must have not thought so either because he took a place at the bar and remained there even after we left 45min later…..)

Watched it rain.

Had the entirely too large Golden Retriever/Border Collie mix desecrate my favorite 5′ tall potted plant A.G.A.I.N!!!!  ARGH!!!!!  I give up.  FINE.  Let’s throw the fucking plant away.  FINE!  My GAWD!

Dodged petty arguments/bickering/put out fires because three kiddos were stuck inside yet another day.

Because it was. still. raining…..

Unintentionally crashed a wedding reception.  Kiddos scored free wedding cake out of the deal.  (I *heart* Olive Garden)

Didn’t enjoy a Martini made with what tasted like entirely of Tequila.  I felt as if I needed to request a Chaser for it.

Watched it rain.

Read an entire book.

Enjoyed mutual-self gratifying O’s.  (A willing, skilled partners hand and a fish…a girls best friend *wink*)

Watched it rain.

Mmm…Starbucks.

Accused PC of being hormonal and questioned if he was PMSing.  Offered him Midol. *snort wink*  (((PC)))

Watched it rain.

Went to see A-Team (yeah….it was THAT type of a movie watching weekend).  Was surprised at how good it was considering how I had so totally not wanted to see it.

Was slightly encouraged when the rain stopped for 5.5seconds.

Drowned my rainy weekend sorrows in a perfectly strong Margarita.

Watched it rain.

Lusted over watched the season premiere to True Blood.  *happy sigh*

Watched. it. rain.
(seriously SERIOUSLY over the rain…..wonders if it rains less in Seattle……)

It’s Monday.  I’m hoping for….a little less rain.

(vis.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

This little gem came from PC over the weekend.  *smirk*

The before conversation came up after we had just seen Killers and Katherine Heigl couldn’t pee on a stick (pregnancy test) in front of her husband, Ashton Kutcher.  Somehow I got to teasing him about how I wouldn’t have been able to do that even though I’m a pro at it (POAS- peeing on a stick). And I mentioned he’s glad he didn’t know me when I was trying to get pregnant with LM.  Someone as obsessive as me trying to concieve (…for over a year…with two miscarriages…HOOPS people, medical hoops is what it finally took).  Can you IMAGINE the insane level of obsessing going on?!?!  No wonder my exH and mine marriage fell apart!  I’m surprised I didn’t make him take off into the hills running like a lunatic.  I tease…..  ~wink~ (obviously there was A LOT more to my doomed previous marriage  *ahem*).

Speaking of Killers.  GREAT movie. I guess the general plot, if you disect the movie, it’s a bit stupid.  BUT why ruin a great movie that way…. over all it’s funny, cute and I loved it.  Super cute.  Katherine Heigl and Ashton Kutcher had fabulous chemistry.  He’s a surprisingly good actor and I’ve always been a fan of Katherine’s….  I admit to having a massive crush on Ashton Kutcher.  So if you all would like to pitch in to get him for my birthday, that would be like awesome.  ~hinthintgrins~

Oh.  But one more thing.  So the mom of Katherine Heigls character…she’s a neurotic lush!  Making comments through out the entire movie like ‘It’s never too early for a cocktail’ and ‘Let’s celebrate!’ (as she goes to pour herself a drink) and making inappropriate comments through out.  Um….I think I’m that mom!  Even funnier/worse.  PC thinks I’m the combo of the neurotic mom onTransformers (anyone seen Part 2?  The scene where she accidentally eats the ‘special’ brownies…..bwahaha) and this mom on Killers.  *shaking head* Nice…..lolol.

*****

This and That:

Friday I finally did it.  Went through with the tattoo I’ve been obsessing over since March.  I was amazed at how NOT painful it was.  I joked that from now on ALL the rest of my ink will go on my arms/wrists.  *LOL* When you’ve gotten 8, in various places of your body, you gain an idea on where it’s painful to get them and where it is not.  The one on my hip and upper back still hold as being *the. most. painful*.  While the ones on my bikini line, ankle and wrist were the least. Maybe not the most impressive tattoo I’ve gotten, but quite possibly one of the more meaningful…

Discovered my new favorite twist on beer!  Specialty brewed Stout with a shot of Stoleys Vanilla Vodka.  Anyone who knows me, is aware of my love for tastes-like-rocky-mountain-spring-water beer (AKA- Coors Light). And strong DISLIKE for dark beer *barf*.  BUT this combo is very awesome.

LP and I ran the 5k we do every year that benefits our local Habitat for Humanity.  She totally kicked ass.  Coming in 1st place in her division (course this was after she puked 500ft from the finish line from over-exherting herself…..she’s hard core that kid).  VERY proud of her.  *beaming*

Kiddos spent the rest of the wkend with their grandmother.  Which was a nice opportunity to spend time with friends, kick back, relax, do our own thing.  My head’s been a bit discombobulated lately so it was nice to just…not have to think.  Ya know?  That’s what I spent the weekend trying to do at least.

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*****

Have a fabulous Monday!

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

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.

*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.

*****

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.

*****

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~ xo

Vixen