This weekend…
Caipiroska (2)
Coors Light (….lost count)
Mamas Little Yella Pils- brewery beer (2)
“Apple Cider” (Apple infused tequila plus blah blah blah…- 1)

PC has decided on my new nickname.  *smirk*
 
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Randomness

* In the fall Bloglines (the feed reader I have used for over 6 years…and loved) announced that on November 1 they would be shutting down.  I was beyond upset. I began researching other readers that I could migrate to.  All the while feeling quite pissy about this forced change.  Bc I don’t like change *stomps foot*  In the meantime I exported all my feeds to Google.  Not loving it like I did Bloglines but deciding it would be work.  I guess.  (humpf)  Then, a wonderful thing happened.  MerchantCircle came to the rescue and said they would keep Bloglines up and running, permanently.  Yeeeeesss! 

Until last week when I logged in and was told I need to must migrate my feeds to the ‘new’ Bloglines.  Wait.  What?!  What’s with this ‘new’ crap???  Okay….  So I follow the steps.  And am introduced to the ‘new Bloglines’.  Oh.  OH. fuck. me.  It’s NOTHING like what I’m used to. It’s extremely difficult to navigate. AND it couldn’t migrate over half my feeds unless I was willing to spend an eternity hours manually doing it. WTF?!?!  Grrr…  So.  Needless to say, after fucking around with it for several days and trying to learn to like it I have abandoned Bloglines for good.  I’m now using Google Reader, which in retrospect is surprisingly similar to the OLD Bloglines. 

F you Bloglines.

* I’ve gotten some really good runs in recently.  Our weather has been incredibly mild this winter.  Which I won’t lie,  I am loving.  A little bit of snow would be nice to see but as long as the mountains continue to see tons of it, we’ll reap the benefits come spring from the run off and that’s just fine by me.  The beginning of last week I ran two days in Capri cut Yoga pants and Racer-Back tanks and the last part of the week bundled in fleece, and gloves.  Over 30 degree change in temps but still incredibly pleasant.  As much as I love the summer, I have a difficult time exerting myself like I would like in the heat.  The feel of the cold air in my lungs, and brisk wind on my cheeks is most definitely what I live for.  *happy sigh*

* Remember last weekend when I was putting on the sparkle for PC’s friends? Well. He was kept busy doing what sissy’s girlfriends do best….

Holding their mistress’s girlfriends purse and drinking fro fro girly drinks, of course!

Don’t worry your pretty little heads. I’ve been putting on the sparkle for him too. *wink*

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T-minus 5 days until *THE BIG DAY*.  All but one item is purchased.  Wrapping will begin this week.  I’m not sure what scheduling will be like this week.  The “Three Wishes” theme for HNT is Thurs and the other days I think I’ll play by ear.  Yes, ME, Mrs. OCD is going to play things by ear *gasp*!!!

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~ xo

Vixen

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)

I’m sure when adults enter into relationships/sexual encounters outside their marriages, everyone has different expectations.  Of what they are looking for, what they desire, what they need, of what they want.  I read a very wide spectrum of blogs.  It’s very easy to see that what one person wants and is hoping to achieve is not the same as the next blog in my feeder I click to.  And it’s pretty fair to say that what the next five bloggers are desiring is probably different from one another….and in turn from me.

I think I am very honest and up front with people I potentially may date- about what I am looking for, who I am and what I have to offer (and not offer…).  Because it’s not unclear in my mind, I feel I am able to present this quite clearly.  I’m not wishy washy about my needs, wants or desires.

But yet….here I am.  Wondering how it can be so difficult to find someone who fits the bill!  I don’t want a fuckbuddy.  I don’t enjoy NSA sex, in fact, I’m fairly incapable of it.  I’m the first to admit it.  I have a family that is fairly time consuming, I live on a farm with a bazillion animals that are definitely very time consuming, I also have a sissy cuck husband that I am in love with and am in no fashion looking to replace (which it’s amazing the amount of people I meet who can’t wrap their mind around that….).  I have a certain amount of time I can make myself available for someone else.  And it does require some planning and forethought.  I guess I want a glorified FWB….I enjoy the friendship aspect.  I also enjoy the ‘benefits’ aspect.  I am an emotional, affectionate creature. Hell.  Ok.  I’m looking for a boyfriend.  PC is the first one that suggested that’s what he thought I was looking for, and well, right, it’s true.

Spring Flower wrote a post a bit ago….about refusing to feel like an after thought.  That it doesn’t require 50 emails/phone calls/texts every day but KEEP IN TOUCH.  She called it a ‘constant flow of little things’.  And I’m so totally with her on this! It’s a small amount of upkeep that goes a super long ways.  I’m not entirely emotionally needy (hey I said *entirely*…snort) but I need a ‘something’ here and there.  I need to feel you’re into me.  And if you are, it shouldn’t be that difficult to show.  Right?  Hmm….

Anyway.  Just thinking aloud because I’ve been frustrated a bit about this recently.  I actually did have a fabulous weekend.  I heard from who I really wanted to… *huge grins* Brownie points! *wink*  And PC and I had several incredible dates. 

So.  Yeah. 
Enjoy your Monday!

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~ xo

Vixen

….sexual palate cleanser (rebound sex)
~Grey’s Anatomy

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Well.  I’ve met someone.  I’ve slyly mentioned him here and there.  I’ve been holding off on talking much about him, until I knew how things were, where they were going.  I’m still not completely sure where they are going, but I know HOW they are…. *grins*

I haven’t spoken about Ashton in quite awhile.  I kind of left things up in the air regarding him and happenings between us…  I guess I got selfish about those feelings.  Him and I remain…close.  But as friends. 

He did set a very high bar though.  I’ve been on a dating spree.  Trying to find someone who compared even remotely to him.  Dating began feeling like an excruciating interview process (I told you, I could seriously write a book about my dating misadventures experiences).  I got to the point where I wasn’t sure if I should just give it a rest or persevere.  And then, completely out of the blue I was contacted by someone.  But….hemmed and hawed over meeting with him, for weeks…because several things were holding me back.  I was just unsure and reluctant.  Until I was encouraged to give him a chance.  What would it hurt?  So, I threw my reservations to the wind and contacted him.  Several completely unconventional dates (one of them being the exotic ball….) later plus a recent over-nighter (definitely fabulous)- and I’ve realized he may be the first guy I’ve met since Ashton that I like.  That I really, really like.  And am into.  And fits all the ‘criteria’ of what I am looking for.   And that I *CLICK* with….  (which is HUGE to me)  Compared to these others where even though all the pieces didn’t seem to fit, I’ve tried to ‘make them work’.  Because damnit, as I said, if Ashton didn’t set such a HIGH bar! (course if he hadn’t, it’s unlikely I might have even tried to continue dating boys and just been content sticking with the home team *wink*, with PC on the side, of course *smirk*)

So….stayed tuned.

Oh.  And enjoy your Monday!

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~ xo

Vixen

I’m outta here. VEGAS BABY!!!

From what I hear, the pool’s still open.  It’s barely hit fall there.  I have a plethora of ‘little black dresses’ and corsets packed neatly in my suitcase (ok, ok  SUITCASES….don’t you dare act surprised, me—>shoe whore…me—>completely unable of packing ‘lightly’….remember when I went to Vegas for a night and couldn’t even do a fucking carry on sized bag?!) along with sparkly Vegas heels and my favorite hooker boots…

Vegas will never know what hit ‘em.  *wicked grins*

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I have daily tidbits scheduled to auto post.  Tuesday Trysts and HNT will go up as usual and there’s a hot little something something on Hump Day that I promise you don’t want to miss.  So just because I’m gone, doesn’t mean you won’t want to come by and visit!  Just saying….

~ xo

Vixen

We all do what we do to get by, to make ourselves happy. And the ways in which we go about doing it may not be the same for each person.
*shrug*

It’s also amazing what we learn about ourselves as we go through life.

Good stuff.

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Lets see….  Ironically, I went from having a handful of boys I was dating- seeing how things might pan out (ie…could call on them at any moment to go out) to nothing.  Nada.  No one.  Interesting turn of events.  Besides one individual in particular *ahemAshtonahem* (who if he would just stop being so busy, I wouldn’t even care about wasting my time with these other boys….humpf), it’s really all by choice.  Abercrombie shot himself in the foot, which really was probably for the best. I was trying to make the best of something that wasn’t entirely what I was wanting it to be.  New guy, Biff (I know I haven’t spoken of him here yet….I wasn’t sure if it would turn into something worth even talking about) pursued me so hard I was wary I had found myself a new stalker.  (I like to be chased…not stalked)  He went from Mr. In My Face 24/7 to …:::crickets:::…  Hmm….weird.  After blowing me off after we’d made plans to go on a date Saturday night I decided it was probably for the best.  I kind of almost think I was trying to talk myself into liking him.  He was the first guy I’ve dated that was near my own age (I mean, besides PC, lol).  And interestingly enough, what I found was that I was completely uncomfortable and not my usual flirty, fun, carefree self around him.  Doh…go figure.  For whatever reason, I’m a lot more comfortable being me around boys the much younger men I’ve encountered.

Anyway.  Despite being blown off, PC stepped in to wine and dine me.  Key words being Brazilian cuisine and Capriaskas….MMMmmmmm….  Gotta hand it to the love of my life, for being a sissy, he really knows how to show a gal a good time.  *grins*  Also got to wear the hot outfit I had planned for Mr. Stand Up Guy.  *tossing that guy to the side*  PC gushed appreciatively.  The night ended dominating his ass…exactly how I would have hoped.  *smirk*

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The giggle PC gave me Sunday while discussing something…

“Put your big girl panties on, ok wait, go put some panties on.”

*snort*

He says I need to be fucked.  I do.  Damnit.  I really do.

*****

Alrighty people.  Happy Monday…enjoy!

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~ 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

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* 

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Ok.  Well.  Enjoy your Monday.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen