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So, the Bon Jovi concert.  I had assured my sister I could still have fun with us going out and me not drinking.  Very rarely am I the designated driver….. actually, can’t remember the last time I was.  Um…it’s been THAT long (doh!).  We always drag PC along and it’s his job that he quite willingly does.  I have to admit, it’s sometimes probably for the best to have him along to keep us….not so much in check, but ’safe’.  KWIM?  I’ve mentioned my sometimes lack of common sense when I drink (remember my ‘drunk girl, sometimes stupid’ post????).  Anyway.  I think she did worry at one point that while I had assured her I could have fun not drinking, when I turned down the round of Patron shots (I know…ME turn down Patron?!  *shaking head*) she wondered if SHE could have fun w/ me not drinking.  It all worked out though.

We did have a good time at the concert that we have affectionately dubbed- Cheesefest 2010.  I honestly do NOT remember him being as cheesy/corny as he was.  The spirit fingers, jazz hands, booty shaking, jumping jack-type-dance….was a bit much. *snort* Not to the mention the 50something crowd everfreakinwhere that were seriously *SWOONING* over him and his ridiculousness.  I only had beer spilt on me several times by the woman who danced and screamed the. entire. time.  I’m pretty sure she was his biggest fan.  That lucky Bon Jovi….  ~wink~

Eventually we left bc we were over him to beat traffic. I suggested we hit the dive bar near her house.  I have to say the FUNNIEST/HIGHLIGHT of the night was my VERY straight sister being kissed by a way overly drunk girl trying to bum a cigarette.  When I informed Drunk Girl that I didn’t smoke and therefore did not have a cigarette she could bribe off of me, she became all eyes for my sister.  The look on my sisters face and watching Drunk Girl try to redeem sexual favors for a stupid cigarette were….comical, to say the least.

And apparently neither of us were the brightest of bulbs that night…..   The cute bartender we were schmoozing with kept asking what our plans were after the bar closed (we were there until closing).  We both realized (after the fact!!!) that he’d actually been hoping we’d invite him to go someplace else with us after wards.  Oh.  Oh!  Uh.  Duh!  (maybe it was my lack of alcohol combined with the amount she’d had???  ….IDK…….) But again.  DUH!

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I requested my Web Bitch to do some work on my site.  Wanted to point out several new (ok one is new, one is fixed) features.  People have brought it to my attention *coughSagecough* that there is no way to follow comments on posts of interest.  The other being that you used to be able to click on my header and it brought you ‘home’….but after  PC re-vamped my header last fall (the one the totally awesome Roxy made for my last birthday *GRINS*) it quit working.  I kissed up asked nicely and PC made the changes for me.  I should mention, my site is not easy to work on. So let it be known the man seriously ROCKS, definitely a keeper.

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It’s come to my attention recently that I probably should give some more….information regarding PC and what he is gaining from my….extramarital affairs.  Quite a few of you are having a difficult time wrapping your head around what PC is getting out of it all.  Bc despite what he keeps saying about making my happiness #1, some have an even more difficult time wrapping their heads around THAT (remember though, we are firm believers that relationships are not quid pro quo). There has been expressed confusion, concern, curiosity, whatever about it and how he can be ‘OK’ with it.  I realize sometimes I’m very…..elusive, evasive about many some of the details I share.  It’s just how I am and what I am comfortable with.  PC is much more blatant about what he would share (which is evident in the few posts he’s written….that I’ve had to edit for my level of ‘okayness’, lol).  But that said, I think it is time to give a bit more insight so as not to come off as a selfish bitch in my marriage.  That post is coming.  It’s taking some processing and thinking on my part.

I also wanted to mention though, that while I’ve only just begun talking more openly about it here, as well as realizing I do find myself attracted to certain men…..  Our marriage has been open to me seeing/dating females since…well, the beginning.  So while certain aspects of ‘this’ are new-ish, the general concept isn’t.

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Have a perfectly fabulous weekend.  Mine is jam packed with fun stuff.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

Jury’s In! I’m serving Jury Duty this week. A four day trial… *groan* I am soooo. totally. NOT. a morning person. Or someone who likes to be away from my home all day. every day.
So yeah. I’ll be mostly MIA this week.

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(vi.sualize.us)

We’ve been talking a lot recently about how Vixen and I have opened Pandora’s box with the concept of cuckolding. Now, if you look up the term via Google, you’re gonna find that there are numerous aspects to it. We’ve really only scratched the surface.

This weekend took on a slightly different aspect as I got to drive my wife for her date night with what she is referring to as her new ‘tall glass of yummy’. It all sort of came together rather quickly. And frankly, a lot of what has transpired is a bit blurry.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain. After all, I was the one who found him for her. Let’s face it, shopping for people on Craigslist doesn’t have a good success rate. So what harm could it have done? That was my thought process at least. I had no idea that this guy would so quickly become Vixen’s new Beau.

Vixen’s edit:
Ok…lol.  So here’s MY side of things.  I had just spent the wkend with YM.  He lives in another state.  He leaves for Afghanistan in a month.  He knows how much fun I’ve had with YM.  PC really wanted me to have someone closer by.  That I could maybe see on a more regular basis.  He sent me numerous ads that day and ‘Tall Glass of Yummy’ (god, I have GOT to come up with another NN for him, lol….I have an idea but I need to think on it a bit more)…well, his JUMPED out at me.  It referenced my all time favorite commercial, seemed like it was meant to be….  *wicked grin*  I HAD to respond to him (his is the only one I had any desire to respond to).  And he turned out to be smart, witty and awesome.  …And he like, wrote words (can I tell you how many CL ads I’ve responded to- females, btw- that responded with these short, curt answers…WTF, YOU wrote the ad, HELLO!?).

Do you know what it’s like getting your wife ready for a hot date? I took her shopping the night before and helped pick out some really cute things for her. Okay, they weren’t so much cute as they were simply HOT!!! Even as she was getting ready, I found myself helping her with her hair, her shoes, ensuring things were just right.

Once she was all ready and really causing me to lust, we piled in the car as I started the hour long drive to where she was meeting Mr. Yummy. I’m not sure who was more nervous about the date. I wanted my baby to represent. But at the same time, I didn’t want things to go too well. You know what I mean.

Originally, the game plan consisted of me dropping her off in the parking garage so she could walk on over to the restaurant where they were meeting. She wanted to look rather independent. Then I would feed the kids, hang out for a while and wait for her call. That plan didn’t last very long. The final plan was to drop her off, and feed the kids. Then we’d head home and wait for her signal to go back and pick her up. Okay, so much for plans.

Vixen’s Edit:
Actually originally we discussed (read: I tried to talk him into coming with me) him coming along.  To check for chemistry, the CLICK I talk about needing.  But in the end he was feeling anxious about tagging along, he prefers to be an outsider.  And I was thinking the opportunity for flirting and really hitting things off would go better one on one (not that I mind or have ever held back with flirting in front of PC…but he can be a bit intimidating, lol).

Apparently, the chemistry between them was pretty good. I should have known what was happening when she texted me to put my new CB3000 chastity cage on. We’ve never played with anything like that before. And she thought it would be a nice, last minute reward for me. But she seemed skeptical that I could get it on without any help. Hah! Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Vixen’s Edit:
Right.  I also dared him.  A- I NEVER dare him to do anything and B- PC can NEVER turn down a dare.  I know these things…  ~wink~

I let her know that I did as she asked. But I didn’t expect her to react the way she did. She texted me, “You are the best sissy!”.

The best sissy?! Was that what I was becoming to her? I didn’t know. And I don’t know that I really cared. All I knew was that she was with a real stud of a guy and yet she was super pleased with me.

The text messages began to drop off. She let me know that she’d see me in the morning and that she loved me. I must have been fairly aroused by the whole situation and by my new found title. Apparently, I busted my CB3000. That’s right. And it wasn’t from tampering. It was from… Do I really have to spell it out for ya? How’s that for appreciation?

The next morning I looked forward to picking her up and to hearing of how things went. If all went well, I knew she’d want me to take care of things. Not sure if her sissy term is the same as nanny. I suppose that’s sort of what I have been feeling like lately. But she sure does like to show me how much she appreciates my help and her freedom. I guess I can easily live with that. Some people wrestle with getting their identity. Not me. I finally feel as if I know my place.

~PC

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The site is always looking for contributors. If you’ve thought about wanting to do it- there is no time like the present! If you have before but it’s been awhile- we miss you! All you have to do to help support our troops is EMAIL ME! Help boost some morale!

~xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

I’m not going to lie.  The last few months have been exhilarating.  I’ve become addicted to the thrill and excitement.  I’ve met some awesome guys. Most recently someone new (a local someone no less…think of the possibilites!) who makes the “Tall Glass of Yummy” from my birthday outing last fall pale in comparison (seriously….*swoon*).  And even made some great friends along the way.

This…what we are doing, PC and I.  Has stirred up many emotions and issues….or rather ‘topics of conversation’.  When PC moved here to be with me, when I was broken and in my downward spiral, it wasn’t easy.  It was HARD.  To pick up the various pieces, sift through the drama and make our lives together work.  But not in a ‘we can’t be together’ sort of way.  More in a ‘we need to work through this’.  

(vi.sualize.us)

Relationships, marriages…they take……require, work.  And if both parties aren’t working at it, it falters and fails. So we continue to work at ‘us’ and our communication.  But also continue opening what PC earlier called Pandora’s Box.  That I have found quite addicting.  And I think PC has as well. 

But at the end of the day, when you put all of that aside, the one I come home to.  Who my heart belongs to is PC.  He’s my happily ever after.  I would give it all up in a heartbeat if I had to choose.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

The next installment….

Ok.  So Friday night while we were out and about we were approached by a promoter for Rok Vegas.  He wanted to put us on the VIP list.  We had decided Saturday would be our ‘big night out’, dressed to the nines, etc. 

(Keep in mind we had already been drinking the. entire. day.)

We get into the club and I have immediate flash backs of NYE.  Not a single place to sit, we’re gonna have to stand the entire time, totally packed, difficult to get to the bar.  I about bitch slapped a group of girls that felt the one and ONLY bar in the place was where they should stand and chat it up.  Get your drinks and MOVE OUT OF THE WAY.  Fuck…you know?!  The 3 of us start noticing the VIP tables through out the club.  We had reservations for Spago the following night…we start thinking, who cares about food??! We’d MUCH rather have a kick ass time at the club.  So we made an executive decision to trade Spago for VIP service.  We talk with the manager and he immediately hooked us up. 

BEST. DECISION. EVER!!!!

(again remember, there was this steam/mist stuff the entire night, so some of the pictures seem a bit grainy/odd)

Next thing we know, we are swooped off to our very own private VIP area (Squee!!!), with booth, table, dancing area…..AND personal bouncer and cocktail waitress.  We were given center stage spots practically in the middle of the dance floor.

Here we are sitting in our swanky spot, super happy that we have a place to occasionally sit down our own special place. *GRINS*
(psst…notice the goof behind us?  *snort*)

Sis decided to show John (the manager at Rok Vegas) her uh, appreciation for totally hooking us up.  Notice Lam, our bouncer, ‘over seeing’ the situation.  *LOL* 
What is missing is the pic I took that didn’t came out where she was pulling John by his tie!  ROFL!  Too, TOO funny…..

 
***Oh side note.  John approached me at one point and told me a bit of a dilema he was in…. Normally men reserve these areas and he will pull aside hot females to invite inside their reserved section for them.  He wasn’t really sure what to do for us GIRLS.  *snicker*  Hello….you see hot ladies???  Send ‘em our way!  Bwahaha…..  Actually it worked out quite well.  We made some cool friends that night and had no problem finding fun people to party with.

We *heart* Lam….
He was awesome to us.  Not only did he keep people out of our section, but he let them in when we convinced him it was ok asked him to.  He took a TON of our pictures and kept us safe.  He was freakin’ *AWESOME*! 

And…..our fabulously smokin’ hot waitress.  She made our shots and margaritas directly at our table and took trips to the bar for us for any other needs (BEER, lol) so that we never had to leave our little swanky area unless we wanted to.  She rocked!
(BUT for the life of ALL of us, no one can remember her name?!!? W…T…F?!?!  It’s been seriously bugging me for a fucking week now…GRRRR!)

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Super stars….hehe……..

Showing off our fabulous shoes….Betsey Johnson rocks.

Shots anyone? (smokin hot girl anyone?)

Our cool little table

Ahhh…..The PATRON…  Me and Patron have a love affair going on. Mmmmm…..

Cheers!

Fun friends…..

I know you want me, want me
You know I want cha, want cha,
One two three four

*giggle*

I freakin’ LOVE this shot of my sis and I.

Ok, her feet hurt. Roxy ditches the shoes.

See?  Barefoot.

Again, thank goodness for Lam, he took so many of our fabulous pictures.  Memories were captured bc he was there for us.
Strike a pose!

Totally adorable Marine boys.  With Mardi Gras beads.  It was the beads people.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. ~wink~

Legs….and she knows how to use them…..

Girlies…..

The theme of that night.

What happens at 5am in Vegas?  Clubs close down.  *ahem*  Yeah…we totally closed the club down.  See what Vegas and Patron does to us?!  Hehe….  So what do we do?  We hit another club that hasn’t closed down yet!  Duh!

Hmm…Marine boys were invited to come along. 


[insert many pictures you will later find on the TFT site]

Well, so….  We tuck sis in at 6am (remember those super big margaritas with six shots of Patron that we got on Saturday….and she drank hers completely. on. her. own?! Um..yeah).  Roxy hits it at 7am.  And…Vixen makes it inside the room at *ahem* 9am. 

*wicked grin*

I was wired, jonsing something fierce for water (that for whatever reason we were stupid enough to run ran out of…..GAH!!!!!  I seriously would have paid $15 for a bottle of water at that point) and became Chatty Cathy (as my sister called me).  Finally, FINALLY fell asleep, aaaaand PC called. 
“Oh hi honey…yeah….what am I doing?  Uh, just going to bed.  Um, yes, I know…it’s….9 something. Uh-huh”
DOH!

Vegas you know…..  *snicker*

Sunday we slept. I think I made it downstairs for Starbucks at um, 1pm?  Yeah. It was like that.  My poor sister was THE most hung over that day.  I think Roxy and I were mainly just *TIRED*.  Or maybe my hang over just didn’t hit me until about 11pm Sunday.  We had fabulous plans like….going to a strip club.  We even heavily researched which one we’d hit.  The fabulous mall down the strip (you know we are shopping whores!).  What stories we would tell!  But no, no…after the way we all felt Sunday, it was a wash.  We went nowhere that day.  Ordered room service for sandwiches at some point in the day….with lots and lots of water.

The roller coaster we never made it too.  Damn!

NY NY lights…

Finally about 5? 6?  We decided we would join the land of the living and go have dinner at the posh Italian restaurant located downstairs inside the NY NY.  It was….disappointing.  *groan*  Honestly, the Minestrone soup (only vegan option on the menu) was fine.  But I know both Roxy and my sister weren’t super impressed with their meals.  Although STILL what we ordered that night, with drinks, was less than what those fucking appetizers came to at the Rain Forest Cafe.  *shaking head*

By Sunday night our feet were toast.  Two full nights (one of those including pulling an all nighter no less) of fabulous shoes left our feet wrecked.  Hung over and the thought of stuffing our feet in more fabuous shoes made us all literally *CRINGE*.  No….  We’re cool.  We decided to say fuck it go much more casual.

My feet are still recovering from spending all night Saturday dancing in my Bj’s.  *ouch*  Sacrifices, sacrifices though, we would all totally do it again in a heartbeat. 

We hit Coyote Ugly our last night.  They/we had an abundance of Jello Shots.
(and adorable Marine boy toy from the previous night…:::grins:::….hmmm…….)

The Coyotes were in rare form that night.  Bwtn calling out the London guy in his much-too-tight skinny jeans to the other dude in his argyl sweater vest that one of them literally made him take off….hahaha!!!!

Then there was this dude.  A total rocker dude that one of them insisted on putting ponytails on.  Bwahahaha!!!!

Ok, there was this chick who was dressed insanely Pin-Up girl hot.  Hot Hot Hot.

Coyotes….  The one in black, and then the other in peach were fucking *AWESOME*.  They put the others to shame they were *THAT* good. (again…how can I ever go to our Denver one and have a good time bc ours pale in such comparison to these girls?!?!)

Probably ideally, we would have had one more night.  To whoop it up a bit more.  As Sunday night wore on, I realized I was increasingly more hung over.  Roxy and Sis were feeling rough and really, you can’t BE at CU with out being called out to have fun. 

I did have a slight confrontation with a dude standing behind me.  And then another at the bar.  Apparently it was “I’m a stiff asshole” night…  *grumble grumble*  I have a long standing reputation for not taking shit at bars.  I’m so totally NOT a confrontational gal but fuck with me in a bar…um yeah, not gonna be down with that.

Not a one of us would change anything about our trip.  Yeah…we only made it two blocks from our hotel the entire time we were there.  Yeah…the food fucking sucked ass.  But we thoroughly enjoyed every. single. night we were there.  Pulling the all nighter Saturday was probably the most fun and memorable night I’ve had in years…… 

And the best of all was I stepped outside of my norm, no holding back.  No worries.  No cares.  (Permission for naughtiness does that to a gal ~grins~) We all had the most awesome experiences we could imagine.

Sadly, the best meal I had while there was the lettuce, onion and swiss cheese sandwich on Rye (you really can hardly call that a vegetarian sandwich, lol) that we had the very last day were were there.  We grabbed sandwiches from the NY deli inside our hotel.  The guy making the sandwiches had THE biggest crush on Roxy.  (hehe…)

Would we do it again?  In a fucking HEARTBEAT. 

Do I have stories to share involving adorable Marine boys?  ABSOLUTELY.  The question is…when?  ~wink~

~ xo

Vixen

Mute Monday-

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We had a totally fabulous New Years Eve.  PC and I went downtown with some friends.  We began the night with dinner at Bubba Gumps (the only place that didn’t require reservations two months earlier, lol).

Funny story.  PC and his friend decide to check their jackets half way through the night (us girls had checked our coats when we first got to the club).  The coat check girl *totally* thought they were a couple, when they got back they looked at their claim ticket and……  *giggle*

Midnight.  Happy New Years!!!

There was a couple near us COMPLETELY going at it, as in any minute we figured they’d be fucking next to us.  I know I’ve gotten hot and heavy in a club before, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never been quite as oblivious as this couple.  But you know, what the hell ever, good for them. 
We were re-enacting the scene….

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Ack.  So in other news.  I de-Christmasted our house this wkend.  While carrying Christmas boxes into the basement I somehow managed to get my navel ring jammed into the hinge of a plastic box I was carrying and almost completely ripped my piercing out.

Um.  It hurt.  A whole fucking lot.  It’s too early to assess the damage but I do know this-

1. It hurts like hell.
2. Besides the two times I’ve taken it out when I was super duper pregnant, I haven’t seen my ‘normal’ belly w/o jewlery in over 15 years.
3. I HATE the way my stomach/belly button looks w/o the pretty peircing/jewelry.

Stupid shit like this only happens to me.  I swear.

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I know everyone else with kids is sending them back to school today.  We have almost two more weeks with our kids off.  Oh yea…. Fun times here. Doh.

Happy Monday!!!

~ xo

Vixen

Ah…I’m a bit relieved to have the rush of Christmas come to an end. We had an incredible one, very much so. But gah am I run ragged. SO much was packed into the days between Wednesday and Sunday.

PC and I celebrated the night before Christmas Eve (did you follow that?! *LOL*) at The Melting Pot. It’s our most favoritest place to go. Sooooo romantic and *YUMMY*!  Have I mentioned my obsession with cheese?!  Mmmmm……..  And when our fabulous waiter (seriously, of all the times we’ve gone this time was close to the best) found out I was a vegetarian he brought an additional plate of exotic veggies for me- on the house, to boot! 

…::HAPPY SIGH::….

The only downside was that Santa decided to grace us with a White Christmas by dropping a massive snow storm on us.  It snowed.  And snowed.  OMFG….SO. MUCH. SNOW.

Much prettier to look at in pictures than it was to drive two hours home in (or uh, wait for our car to be brought up from valet bc they had lost the keys to the vehicle that had been parked directly in front of ours- BRRRR.).

Christmas morning came and surprisingly, the same little boy that had asked while I was tucking him in ‘the earliest he could get up’ had to be woken up at 7:00 a/m!  The DOGS were ready to get up before the kiddos were.  WTF?!

Santa knows what to get a shoe whore……

Fabulous shoes!
(Betsey Johnson seriously makes THE most wicked cool shoes)

And fabulous boots.

 
BUT.  The biggest surprise was this:

The Olympus E-P2.  A few months back I started talking about wanting to upgrade to a nicer camera.  If you read my Holiday Gift Guide (tsk, tsk, you should have!) I posted earlier in Dec, one very similar to this one was near the top of Maxum’s list.  I am in *lust*.

And…. *drum roll please*  The biggest of all presents…..


Have you guessed yet?!?!


My sister, Roxy and I are going to Vegas Baby!!!!  Mid-January.  Look out….can the town handle the three of us?!  Hehe….  We are GIDDY with excitement!

LM’s favoritest present…..  What all little boys want- creepy Wolfman costumes, no?!  Seriously, I’ve told you about his weird costume obsession, lol.

All PC wants for Christmas is um….cleavage?  *snort*
(I didn’t crop this pic, it downloaded like this)

AND finally, what Vixen, the adoring wife who knows just the right gift to buy her husband who has everything Santa got PC……

The tattoo he has been lusting after/hinting for/we’ve talked about for over 3 years now.  Let me tell you, it’s DIFFICULT to measure, plan, colaborate and *SURPRISE* your husband with a tattoo!  But I did it.  *grins*

Valkyrie Wings!  The outline at least.  It took our tattoo artist 2.5hours to complete the first phase (second phase will include shadowing/shading/details of the feathers).  He said it hurt like fucking hell barely at all. ~wink~

Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.
~Oren Arnold

Hope your holiday was awesome.  New Years is just around the corner!

~ xo

Vixen

1. Which is more important of the two in “chemistry,” physical attractiveness or emotional attractiveness?
At the end of the day, emotional attractiveness.  You can be drawn into a person physically, but what keeps you interested is the emotional aspect.  But you know, both are pretty nice.  I think I scored quite nicely.  ~wink~

2. On a scale from 1-10, how kinky are you?
7…8?  I used to think I was pretty kinky.  Um.  Until I met PC.  *LOL*  IDK.  It’s so objective.  I’m adventurous.  I know, not the same, but it helps. (smirk)

3. Sitting on Santa’s lap… fun or creepy?
As an adult?!  Creepy.  I have no desire to sit on some old rent-a-Santa’s lap.  Eww, no thanks.  The idea of his borrowed/used suit alone touches on many of my OCD issues.  *shudder*

4. Have you ever fallen asleep or passed out during sex?
*blush*   Yes, I have before.  But not since I’ve been with PC.  WHEW!

5. Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy?
No no no!  Totally unsexy.  Socks are not cool in bed.  The only time I would ever wear socks to sleep in is when we are camping and it’s a fucking requirement (I’ve camped when it’s so cold I’ve worn my coat and MITTENS in my sleeping bag).  Even then I hate it.  I only wear socks with my shoes.  Period.

Bonus: What is your greatest strength? Weakness?
Great.  Now the questions get hard. 
Strength- I can suck it up and deal with just about anything/everything thrown at me.  I have done things, lived through things, experienced things most people would never guess I was capable of.  Amazing what you can step up for.
Weakness- I suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck at stress/being under pressure.  I crack, anxiety goes into over drive, it’s so. not. good.  Which I guess is ironic considering what I listed as my strength.  Doh.

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~*~**~Theme Alert~*~**~
For the next two weeks I will be collecting pictures for a special HOLIDAY/CHRISTMAS themed TFT. Use your imagination, get creative and festive! Then click and send. Many of our contributors rocked last year when I did this, so c’mon!

Of course, feel free to send me other boob/moob pics (holiday/Christmas themed or not!) in the meantime for the preceding weeks. We continue to have some great men and women each week. Some repeat contributors, others brand spankin’ new….every one of them super awesome. Don’t forget to tell me how you would like to be credited and/or linked. You can even remain anonymous if you would like.

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HappyTMI!!!

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

Mute Monday-

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• Saw a very funny and cute movie (Old Dogs).
• Ate dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory (YUM!)
• Wearing my new favorite dress, knee high socks and awesome boots. (grins)
• Daughter come down with the stomach flu middle of the night.
• Child puking all night= mom up with child puking all night (sigh).
• Oh. so. tired.
• Husband is sick too.
• Bought my first Quarter Pounder with Cheese meal from McD’s.
• Ha!  SO TOTALLY not for myself.  What sick husband wants, sick husband gets. (Hey! I don’t completely suck)
• Was worried what the lady in the drive thru would think of me.  That’s pathetic, isn’t it? Do meat eaters judge people like that.  (do they????)
• Sick child’s cat (that she love, love, loves) has been missing for several days. 
• Child is heartbroken. 
• Parents are heartbroken for her.
• Parents do the most sensible thing….
• Buy child a puppy.
• (shut up)
• Vixen breaks down and asks husband to buy her a …*choke*…  artificial tree. (I will miss a freshly cut tree, but not the hassles associated with it… OCD people want to do things when they want to do them.  Damnit.)
• Tree is beautiful.  Decorated.  And oh-so-pretty.
• Male child is grumpy. disruptive. loud. grumpy. pouty. grumpy….
• The. entire. weekend. (groan)
• Daughters cat shows up.  Fine. 
• New puppy is teeny, tiny.  So, um.  It doesn’t count.  Right?
• (shut up)
• Yay….it’s Monday.

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Happy Monday!!!

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Vixen

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So it was ironic that one of the TMI questions this week asked about views on full disclosure in a relationship bc I’ve had this topic on the back burner to broach.  Now seemed like the perfect opportunity to discuss it.

If you didn’t watch this yesterday, I highly encourage you to.  Dan Savage is funnier then shit and has some FABULOUS views on relationships.

Here’s the deal.  Jenna led a difficult life through her teen years and early twenties.  She was heavily involved in drugs (a drug addict) and had been very promiscuous.  This resulted in her becoming pregnant two different times and having abortions to terminate them.

She has completely turned her life around.  She’s gone through drug rehab.  Moved to a different state to be closer to her family and away from the people that weren’t the ‘best’ of influence on her, etc.  It’s been two years.  She is sober, drug free and has a solid job she is not only successful at but enjoys.

Jenna has met someone.  She has fallen in love with a wonderful man who she feels might be THE guy.  He is quite conservative.  He is also very passionately against abortion.  She hasn’t been completely truthful to him regarding her past.  She is afraid he won’t feel the same about her if he were to find out about the things she was involved in.  Most especially the abortions.  She’s worried he’s going to bail on her if she tells him the truth. 

She’s wondering if she should continue to keep this information from him.  After all, it’s not who she is *now*.  She’s not proud of the person she once was.  She would much rather focus on who she is NOW.  The person she has become and that he has fallen in love with.  She’s worried about losing him and is really torn.  Should she tell him about her past, tell him part of the truth or just keep it to herself?

I think she’s in a fragile state.  She is finally leading a ‘normal’ lifestyle, more in control of her life and has found another piece of normalcy- a man, a steady relationship.  I can see how she would be fearful.

I honestly can’t imagine being in a serious relationship with someone and hiding from them such a HUGE part of my past.  We’re not talking a ‘night out’ that she regrets.  It was how she lived many years of her life.  Obviously she’s ashamed of her past and regrets things that happened.

Dan Savage makes an important point-  everyone has the right to their pasts/experiences.  Our pasts, our past experiences are what shape us into who we are.  Does he need to know detailed events, exact details?  No.  Absolutely not.  But I feel he should know *ABOUT* and *OF* her past.  Whether she’s just not sharing with him or lying about what her past was like, I just can’t imagine being in a relationship with someone based off of those lies or omissions.

Being in a relationship full of lies sucks ass. I’ve done it.  I never knew what would make him more angry- being truthful or lying.  I refuse to ever live like that again.  My relationship with PC is based on ‘this is who I am, take it or leave it’.  We have shared everything with each other- the good, bad and the ugly.  BEFORE we ever entered into a relationship.  We wanted each other to be fully aware of the what the other was getting into.  THEN with that knowledge decided if we still wanted to be with one another.

IMO, that is the *only* way to enter into a relationship.  I know we aren’t necessarily the norm.  And I’m not suggesting everyone HAS to be like this, but I just can’t imagine being involved with someone and not sharing with them such a *significant* part of my past.  Something that helped shape her into WHO she is today.

Also.  If he can’t be ok with her past, see past who she once was and the significant changes she has made in her life…I honestly don’t think he is the man for her.  It almost seems as if she’s grasping for something to be there that might not be.  I think it’s time for her to take a chance.

What do you think?

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~ xo

Vixen