The pool I go to is very popular and loads of fun with it’s awesome kiddie pool that has water fountains that spout up and a large mushroom with a waterfall that flows over it, varying in depth from 0-2′. And the very large ‘L’ shaped big pool, that has four different swim sections varying in depth, as well as a cool slide with it’s own splash down area AND two diving boards off to another section. It’s also the hottie central of the town, attended by a large population of MILF’s, MILF’s in training and a crew of life guards that are smokin’. I can go to any other pool in the area and find your normal, everyday general mill people. But this pool…it’s where it’s at. Everyone is tan. And usually beautiful. And there are at least four pregnant mommies that come on a regular basis that bop around after their other two or three children in their tiny bikini’s sporting a cute little baby bump. All four of them have these perfect little bodies, that from behind you would never guess in a million years they were pregnant, until they turn around. I love to people watch and this pool provides lots and lots of opportunities for it.

There is Barbie. She came to the pool as much as I did last summer but I hadn’t seen her yet this summer until last week. She is teeny tiny, so tan she makes me look white (and it’s an all over tan, you can tell, or um at least I can tell), blonde and has THE fakest fake boobs you have ever seen.  I’ve wanted to ask her who her dr was to make sure I didn’t ever use him (doh). She has two little blonde daughters. And… she’s a total mega bitch. Has this “I’m so much better than you” aura. She never smiles or acknowledges any of the other moms that try to engage her. Her husband, well, he’s Ken. Honest to god, I bet if I watched them get in their car it would be a pink fucking convertible or something. *snort*

And she has a friend, let’s call her Skipper. Skipper has twin daughters who are approximately four. And another daughter who is possibly around two. And a brand new infant son. And yet, she has a body TDF and wears this itty bitty string bikini. That she looks *amazing* in. But the interesting part is her bikini bottoms are always.up.her.ass. And hey, that happens. It does. But you like, FIX THEM when you can, right?!?! Well. Not her. The first day I saw her and noticed it she was carrying her infant son while also holding onto her youngest daughter’s hand. Hell, that happens to everyone, bottoms work their way where they aren’t supposed to. But the entire.freaking.day she never bothered to fix them once. Huh. Ok then. Oh and her mom usually comes with her and her mom apparently used the same boob Dr as Barbie because her’s are beyond fake as well. (and don’t get me wrong, I’m all about boobs, I love boobs, but I prefer for them to at least leave you wondering if they are real or not, rather than blatant ‘fakeness‘)

Let’s not forget Mr. Tom Cruise Jr, the hottest lifeguard ever put on planet earth. The kid just turned eighteen (I know..um, because I asked him last summer when he would be legal… I mean shut up though, even I have to draw the line somewhere! *ahem*) and resembles the early non-freakaziod Tom Cruise. Think back to the days of Top Gun…remember that volleyball scene where he has his shirt off and is all sweaty and wearing those shades that had the reflective lenses and is covered in sand……… Oh wait, I’m getting side tracked. Sorry….where was I going with this? Oh yeah. Mini Tom Cruise. The kid is hot.hot.hot. It’s almost worth it just to go to that pool to see him!  Ok ok…no, that’s crazy talk, I still really go for the MILFS.  *smirk*

Probably one of the funniest things is the mushroom with the waterfall. I can’t tell you how many mom’s I’ve seen stand under it , throwing their heads back and letting the water pour over them. It’s hard to describe. But honest to god, envision something from a bad porn flick or some scene from a Bo Derek movie. It’s just too freakin’ funny to watch. And I always wonder if they realize this is what they look like doing it. And uh…of course, it may just be a me thing and that I’m a total perv. *ahem*

As my kiddos have become older and outgrown the ‘kiddie pool’…we have migrated to the deep end.  We have our favorite ‘spot’ in the grass, nearest the diving boards (bc last summer LM realized what a super star he is on them).  It also happens to be the prime spot for the older teeny boppers.  Who love to dote on my kiddos and are quite social, talkative and um…entertaining.  It’s a good life…

Days at the pool rock. *wink*

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TGIF my friends…enjoy your weekend!

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~ xo

Vixen

~Winston Churchill

Last week I was made aware of incredibly tragic, heartbreaking news. It has sat with me heavily.  Please click the button, it will take you to the original post providing more details about what has happened and how you can help out if you are so inclined.

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Friday Favorites-

Some new ones this week!  It’s always fun to see some awesome bloggers I haven’t featured before.  As always, if you haven’t already, hit them up.  Show them some love!

The Secretive Writer.….

Cande…Secret Diary of an Online Stripper…..

Scintillectual…..


Chris…Three Curious Monkeys….

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The kiddos go back to school next week.  I had fabulous plans of spending a few more days soaking up some sun before the pool closed (sun goddess—>ME), had promised them a day at the water park in Six Flags, the splash pad at the park….  All of which were thrown out the window when LP continued to spike a fever between 100-103 (plus…), wavering between the appearance of death smeared on toast and being backed over (several times) by a Mack truck.  The poor thing had been sick since the previous week.  Just when I thought she was perking up, her fever would spike and she’d visibly go down hill again.  A trip to the Dr…..she has pneumonia.  Hell of a way to spend your last hoorah before going back to school.  The ladies in the Dr’s office were perplexed to see things like the stomach flu and pneumonia during the summer months (both of which my children have been plagued with this summer).  So while one child was incredibly sick.  The other grew incredibly bored bouncing off the walls with more and more ants in his pants (which I can’t blame him, I don’t do well day in and day out sitting at home, I am my ‘best’ on the go with little down time).

Fun times my friends…..not.

We also had a fun filled weekend with friends that we’ve had to cancel. 

*POUT*

(Side note- I did just find out our pool is ‘extending their weekend hours through Sept 30′…that’s exciting news!  *giddy* Hey!  It’s the little things!)

Also. Is it too late to start counting down to my birthday weekend?  Or um…Vegas?  Don’t be surprised if you see a counter go up in my side bar.  Soon. I am that excited!

*remember…..free spirit….hate to be cooped up*

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Well.  Happy Friday!!!

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~ xo

Vixen

So….here is where I try not to put you to sleep with boring vacation pictures. I try to make them a bit more exciting than being invited to your neighbors house to see their vacation pics. 

Friday-
Quicksilver picked me up from the airport and we headed to meet Roxy and BABD (big ass biker dude) for ‘lunch’ (it was like 3:00 lol) at their favorite Mexican restaurant.  *YUM*  After wards we sent the boys to do some food/liquor shopping (bc you can do that in Ca in the same store! *jealous*) and us girls headed to get our toes done.  Roxy has the best place EVER, I tell her I go out there to visit her, but really it’s her nail place (shhh…. ~wink~, I’m kidding of course.  Kind of).

Got back to the house to find the boys had decided to take an afternoon siesta.  Wakey wakey eggs and bacey, time to get your drink on!
(oh but notice not Sadie….from sun up to sun down she chases flies like it’s her job.  Silly girl)

Roxy double fisting it.

Boys.

The yummy couple.  Adorable, no?!

Let’s play girl toss!

Roxy and I

Molesting Roxy….wha?!  She had her boobs in my face, what’s a girl to do?! ~giggle~

Nice Quicksilver, flipping the bird

Their hot next door neighbor arrives and BABD can hardly contain himself with all those boobs in one place! (Umm…apparently me neither.  Doh!)

Oh look! BOOBS! *LICK*

Roxy is like- “Dude, get your tongue off my boobs already!”  *snort*
Yes.  If nothing else we are goofy.  We have picture upon picture of Hot Neighbor Girl with this ‘grin’ that screams ‘Okay then….’.  Haha!

Mmmm….Cranberry/Vodka with two olives. It’s quite possible Roxy only remembers from here on out bc pictures were taken. (Notice how much she seems to be enjoying her olive?!  hehe…)

Apparently I was quite the flasher that night (right, what else is new…).  I’m going to save you the 20 5 other pictures where I can’t seem to keep my pants on.  Or shirt.  *ahem*  Gotta love Quicksilver though.

Bubbles.  Lots.  And lots.  Of bubbles.  What isn’t exactly easy to see here is that Sadie (my German furry girlfriend, remember her?  The fly chaser?) was trying to drink out of our cups.  No no Sadie…no Vodka for you!

We realized at some point that we never ate dinner.  Doh.  Roxy was feeling less than stellar (huge understatement) and after tucking her into bed Quicksilver and I stuffed our faces ate.  I am positive that was my saving grace the next morning.  Oh.  And the bottle of water Quicksilver put me to bed with….after I passed out on the couch. (doh)

Saturday-
Poor poor Roxy…..  Vodka is her nemesis.  They have such a love/hate relationship.  Besides not being able to remember the entire night- what? you don’t remember when Quicksilver and I did that one thing to you!?  Or when you did that other thing I love so much?!  *wicked grins*  I guess you know it’s bad when even after viewing pictures from the night before your memory isn’t jogged even a tad *snort* She felt like CRAP the next morning, er um day. 

Pretty girl Caedyn.  Kiya’s twin sister.  It was this time last year that I brought teeny tiny baby girl Caedyn out to Roxy.  Ah…memories.

Convinced Roxy some sun and Strawberry margaritas might be just the ticket to ease her hang over.  Ok.  No Margs for her, but the rest of us indulged. Mmm….
Boys with toys…Peterbilt maragarita maker!  I’d expect nothing nothing less from Quicksilver and BABD.

Ice…

Tequila and fresh strawberries!

Um.  Right.  Hi.

Roxy’s Dispicable Me shadow.  Bwahaha…. 

Girlies in bubbles

Don’t act surprised I’m molesting her again.  She’s like “STOOOOOOP already”

I like your beard. (stealing lyrics from Kesha)

I like your bubbles (coin phrased by Roxy and I *giggle*)

Ooops.  We forgot to eat dinner again.  Strawberries and cream will have to do!

 *poof*

Sunday-

*groan*
I have blood sugar issues that I struggle with regularly and Vixen not eating= no bueno.  Drinking all weekend and also NOT eating= muy no bueno.  Yummy breakfast place helped slightly (as well as coooffffeeeee).  They even saved me from having to wear the completely embarassing “Its your first time here” hat.  *snort*  (thanks, love you guys)

Sad goodbyes at the airport. (sigh)
Very turbulent flight home (as in the plane kept suddenly *dropping* giving the sensation it was falling from the fucking sky and I had forced visions of being cast involuntarily for Lost part 2) .
Met by happy (albeit sick- LP STILL has the flu!  Blech) children and very horny husband.  Ha!

Home sweet home. (happy sigh)

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TFT is up!

ANYONE can contribute. Girl, guy, couple, hell, your entire fraternity/bachelorette party… Snap. Send. It’s all cool. Be as simple, artsy, or whatever…as you’d like. It doesn’t have to be anything special! Or make it be. Hey, my point is, whatever you feel comfortable doing- I’ll take it and put up. ALSO, you can contribute anonymously if your little heart so desires. OR let me know how you would like to be linked/titled.

I’ll make it even easier. You want to become a regular contributor? You can send me one picture at a time. Or bunches. I’ll start a file and pull a picture from it each week. I’m easy people (I keep telling you all that! *grins*)!

Email me HERE or even HERE….

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~ xo

Vixen

Friday Favorites-

Barefoot Dreamer… Really, nothing I can say here isn’t what you aren’t thinking now looking at her pic.  Right?!  Go tell her how fabulous she is.  GO.

Sexie Sadie… Mirror shots are awfully high on my list of *insanely sexy*.  And this one is a car rear view mirror.  Naughty, naughty girl…  *grins*

There was one more but she’s new-ish to HNT and while I have a blanket permission to use most everyone who plays pics, I don’t from her.  So, check out her link.  It’s an incredible shot! 
Lustolicious

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It’s no news (or at least it shouldn’t be, ha!) that I spend a good portion of my summer at the pool with the kiddos.  We have a fabulous pool we go to, as well as the equally fabulous (yet different) one we meet my sister at usually once a week with her kiddos.  My children are fish/dare devils (seriously you should see the thing they can pull off on the diving board, it amazes even me, and I’m their mother!). It’s easy, fun, inexpensive entertainment.

I do a lot of people watching.  Over the last month or so I’ve made some mental notes.

Notes from the pool-

There is a difference between ‘having tattoos’ and turning your body into a walking billboard (and you know I am a HUGE fan of ink).  It seems to be the new trend for the 18-20something crowd to do this to themselves.  Sayings, names, words all in large fancy writing covering their entire chests, legs, backs, across one shoulder to another.  I wonder how much thought was put into their ink and how they will feel about these random slogans later on in life.  Yes there is laser removal….but from what I hear it’s way more painful than any and all tattoos.  Things that make you go, hmm…..

To the rather good looking, very buff man who comes to the pool daily with his toddler daughter…your board shorts should be longer than my 7yro son’s.  Just sayin….  Not that you don’t have nice legs and all but it’s not a good look for you.  Or men in general. 

Bikini bottoms that go up past your navel are out.  No matter how cute your figure….when you pull your bottoms up past your navel, so that your butt cheeks then hang out.  No.  Not ok.

Just graduated high school boys who seem nice enough….until they open their mouths.  And talk smack- loudly- about some chick and one of them being her baby daddy.  The ick spewing from their mouths was crude, rude, and offensive.  Please refrain from opening your mouths.  Excuse me while I find somewhere else to sit in disgust.

Men.  If you have to dig your shorts out out of your ass after getting out of the pool- YOUR SHORTS ARE TOO SMALL.  They should *not* fit like that.  Wrong, wrong, wrong….  *still trying to remove that image from my brain*

To the parents of the seven (-ish) year old wearing water wings… Your child needs swimming lessons.  Not inflatable armwear that make your child look like a dork.  And I’m pretty sure if you look at the specifications of those water wings- they are for toddlers, possibly small preschoolers.  But most definitely not a school aged child weighing 40 plus pounds.  At the very least, buy them a life vest.  That at least might do some good for your child if it’s neccessary.

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TGIF…  Have no clue what plans this weekend may hold. I’m feeling as if I owe everyone some pics and possibly some stories from my trip to see Roxy.  It’s been brought up numerous times in comments this last week.  Maybe I’ll try to work on that.  Many of you have also asked about Ashton (aka Yummy…). I guess I have some things to fill you all in on.  In time….

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

Back from sunny California….recuperating from the late nights, fun in the sun and alcohol consumption.  It is completely safe to say that we efficiently debaucherized (is that even a word??? Ok, well today it is, lol) the Os shirt.  *wicked grins*

Much more ‘proof’ to come (these are the G rated of the tame ones…..*ahem*).  I figure an entire post- when I’m feeling up to it- of the Os shirt tour via Roxy-ville.

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In the meantime, TFT is UP.  Go on over and check it out. As I mentioned on Friday, while my plan was to put up a special post on July 4th…wordpress had a different sort of plan and wouldn’t allow that.  And the pool, friends and tequila kept me away from my laptop.  So sorry.  But it’s up now.

If you haven’t already or would like to again, I encourage you to contribute! (email me here) I’ll link you (or not!) however you would like, just let me know.

~ 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……

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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

Friday Favorites-

*Remember to click on the links and hit these girls up*
Thumbnails are only meant to serve as teasers!

Jobthingy…..

Barefoot Dreamer.….

Crystal…..

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Kiddo stuff….
Kiddos and I have been Rock Band playing fools in the last week.  LM insists that I’m ‘awesome’.  To which my sister first about choked on her beer probably and then vehemently disagreed saying she was kind of surprised ‘even LM thought I was good’. *snort* Hey! I’ll take what I can get, and if that’s flattery from a 7yro little boy \- then so be it! Ha!  I mean, don’t we ALL sing awesome (in our heads at least)?!

PC’s son is staying with us for the next month.  It’s fun to have the three kids back together again.  They really get along famously the first week.  *LOL* Actually I think we’re all happy to have a good drum player (Rock Band people…keep up with me). He rocks it on the drums.  *beaming* The weather has been awesome.  So I’ve been entertaining them with pool days and the awesome splash pad park we have.

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I’m otherwise boring bc any spare time I have is being spent as the kids cruise director.  I did have plans to go to an outdoor concert of some kind with a super fun friend this weekend, but it seems the beautiful weather I just gushed about is about to ditch us, turning super crappy.  Totally annoying.  *SIGH*
(actually I think Sage willed it on us…he’s been giving me crap lately for ‘stealing’ all his girls.  *humpf* I was only going to BORROW, I mean seriously, we came to an agreement I thought, give the weather back already.  Sheesh! *LOL*)

Hope everyone has a fabulous Friday!

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~ 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.

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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.

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~ xo

Vixen

The perfect summertime cocktail. Wait.  Did you think I was talking about something else?  *smirk* Not normally a huge fan of Martini’s. But every so often I come across one I like quite a bit…..

BIKINI TINI:
cruzan banana rum, malibu pineapple rum, pineapple juice, dekuyper pomegranate

Enjoyed shaken…  Not stirred.  ~wink~

HappyHNT!!!

~ xo

Vixen

Yeah…nothing like taking a week to pull a recap together.  Gah.  In all fairness, there are always something like close to 200 pictures to sort through. Plus last week was kinda sucky for me, so….. Hey, the important thing is you got pictures to look at, right?

So.  The plan had been to fly out to Arizona and spend the wkend with Roxy and friends.  But then their poor little furbaby broke his elbow and they decided to ditch the Az trip.  Instead I flew in to spend the wkend at their house.  Poolside, drinking, friends…..Arizona, California….it’s all good.  Hehe


Friday-

Had to leave for the airport at like 4am Friday morning.  *YAWN*  I half debated not even going to sleep but managed to force an hour ‘nap’ in.  Starbucks on the way to the airport helped tremendously (caught them right when they opened- THANK GOD!!!).  Had THE chattiest kid sit next to me on my first leg of the trip.  And it wasn’t just him talking AT me.  He wanted to converse.  Where am I going?  What am I doing there? Do I ski?  Like seriously dude.  I’ve had a nap and a cup of coffee…I’m so totally not a morning person.  It’s a miracle I was half functioning at 6am with the amount (or lack there of) of sleep I’d had in the last couple days previously.  He clearly WAS a morning person.  Cute kid though, in a “I wear a business suit” sort of a way.  Wished I’d been thinking more clearly and could have been wittier  ~wink~

Caedyn dipping her toes in the pool.

Nice um….hose.  *giggle* Two things funny about this picture.  A- the obvious, Roxy’s a nut.  LMAO  B- Caedyn LOVES to chase/bite the water from the hose.  I only wish Kiya loved water half as much as her sister.

Started the afternoon off right with Strawberry Margaritas.  Quicksilver makes them PERFECT.  MMm…..

These shot glasses rock.  So perfectly said.  *grins*

Burr!!!  It’s sooooo cold in California at night.  It got down to 80!  *gasp* Hehe…. It was really warm (90′s) while I was out there. Goof.  Seriously though, it does get a bit chilly at night once the sun goes down.

Ha!  Do not even ask……lol.  Roxy had this brilliant idea for new clubbing wear.  GoGo dancers have nothing on us… *snicker* (btw, I have tons of these, decided to save them for a post of their own)

Paparazzi apparently got too drunk to take very many pics that night (read: that aren’t ridiculously silly and un-postable) bc that is all she wrote for day one.  (Doh!)

Oh. Um. Did I ever tell you about the time Roxy fell out of bed? No? Um…..bwahahaha…….well I’m still not. But THAT was funnier than hell. At least to Quicksilver and I, we were still giggling about it the next day. *snort snort*

Saturday-

Woke up missing bikini bottoms and camera. Roxy was missing her entire bikini. I had visions of our bikinis strewn in the street. That’s a good time right there. Doh. Camera was found safely (WHEW!), other bikini parts were found safe and un-eaten by giant puppy (AKA…Sadie). On with the day!

BBQ with friends are the plans for this afternoon.  Roxy playing with meat again. I swear…that woman and her meat….  *lol*

Gonna spend the day by the pool.  And what goes better poolside then Brazilian Rum! (Yummy would disagree….lol) Made a pitcher of Caprihania’s.  I’m pretty sure each of us having two of these (glasses people, not pitchers) got the party started rather quickly (and early).

What all girls need at the pool.  A pool boy!  AKA: Roxy’s hottie hubbie

Whatcha smiling about Quicksilver?  *grins* All we need is beer in our hands and this could be a beer advertisement. No?

Aren’t they just the cutest couple you ever did see?!

An alcoholic’s fridge.  Food?  Pfffbbbtttt…..  Kidding…kind of.  It’s the ‘pool/beer’ fridge.

True happiness: laying out in a bikini by the pool in the sun with a beer between your legs. [insert inappropriate reference of something else between my legs....grins......]

Oh hello!

Quicksilver rockin the Vixen hat.

There’s my girlfriend Sadie again.  Goofy girl. It’s not a trip to Roxy’s without being properly molested by the giant puppy.

Put your hands in the air and say…..YEAH.  Hehe.  Caprihanias, beers, several shots in…. (could ya tell?)

The spa at night means…..BUBBLES!!!!  Lots and lots of bubbles!

Roxy between my legs (snicker…..)

This is the look of a dog staring back at the drunk people binging on midnight snacks.  (I will save you the pictures Caedyn took of the drunk people, they were pretty bad, no one really wants to see that shit)

So Roxy passes out (notice broken doggy sleeping on her legs?  Cuuuuuuuute!)

Quicksilver and I decide we should have one more shot.  Then after one we realize, well hell, there is only one more round left in the bottle (um, that we only opened the night before *ahemtequilawhoresahem*). So Quicksilver says we should just finish off the bottle, which is a good point.  Right?  Well.  But then we realize after that shot, HELL, there is now one more round.  Ok, serve ‘em up.  *shaking head* And…. we both promptly passed out.   (if you recall Quicksilver and I made this same mistake last time- doh)

Sunday-

Nobody felt all that spectacular Sunday morning.  Go figure.  I think Quicksilver finally made an appearance about oh, noon?

Roxy and I spent a day recuperating by the pool.  Drinking beer.  Which seemed to help.

Bad dog Sadie!  This dog is not allowed in the house.  Guess who figured out how to open the sliding screen door the night before?  Guess who is freakin PROUD of herself that she learned this fabulous new trick?  Um…yeah…….

Finally pulled ourselves together enough to hit The Yardhouse for dinner.  Roxy and I went there when I was out last July.  Fun place.  Yummy food.  Wanna yard of beer?

Bikini-tinis!!!!

Girlies with bikini-tinis!

I hear it’s kinda tricky to drink from the yard glass when your beer gets towards the end.  I’m thinking I’ll take their word for it. Knowing me, I’d have beer dripping down my front.  Body shots are cool and all but not in that manner.

Alright.  The trip comes to an end.

But wait.  Not with out molesting Roxy one last time!  (hehe)

Early night for all of us.  Wanna know the sucky thing for an insomniac who goes to bed before 10?  Being wide fucking awake at midnight.  *sigh* Out of the house and on our way to Starbucks at 6 Monday morning. Homebound.  Direct flights- gotta love them!

I’m seriously loving my monthly Roxy visits.  *happy sigh* Looks like a Cali road trip in a couple weeks (family trip….less tequila, more beach) then Roxy and Quicksilver will be here in July.  Sah-weet!

~ xo

Vixen