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

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

~Grey’s Anatomy

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

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

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

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

(does practice make perfect?!?!)

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

My young terribly adorable Marine friend has a girlfriend.  Or rather had a girlfriend.  She broke up with him after he returned from his 3rd tour and found out he was going on another come April.  I get it.  Kind of.  Yet, I don’t.  I honestly can’t imagine.  I mean, any of it.  I’m married to a Navy man.  But didn’t have to endure him being away (business trips don’t count).  We met much later in his life.  I honestly can’t *imagine* what it must be like.

But, I’ve known love.  I know love.  I know what it’s like to be apart from the person you can’t imagine being with out.  I know what it’s like to feel as if your heart might burst if you have to go one more moment with out that person…..

(vi.sualize.us)

This….what they are enduring.  I don’t know. 

He is heartbroken. 

They are young.  She’s scared.  He doesn’t want to lose her.

But what I told him….  NOW doesn’t determine forever.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

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

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

I’m coveting this dress….

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

Pictures to come….  *grins*

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

******

Have a great Saturday!

(tumblr)

~ xo

Vixen

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

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

(vi.sualize.us)

*CLICK* 

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

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

I’ll be going back.~wink~

~ xo

Vixen

Like….

Not eating until until my blood sugar had plummeted (PC several times told me to get something to eat to have with me).  And while waiting for said food to arrive, drinking two Coors Lights.  Then feeling so warm and fuzzy only picking at what could have been a yummy sandwich…. had I eaten it two hours earlier.  And having two more beers after that….

Having that shot of Patron after Lolita arrived.  ….I should have stuck to beer OR maybe even water at that point.  Hmm…. I mean it was like freaking 3:00 in the afternoon!

Better yet, I should have paced myself better.  It’s clearly not my forte sometimes.

‘Enjoying’ myself so much in the early afternoon, that passing out a nap *ahem* was required.

(stupidity aside, Marine boys are still cute ~grins~)

The idea of dinner was never even considered or thought about until about 3am.  …..Wait…  We didn’t have dinner did we?  Huh…..

PC texted me several times (again)- telling me to go eat something.  The man knows me better than I know myself.  Me and not eating don’t go well together.

Not being able to find Lolita for over three hours even though we were in the same hotel (at least I think we were…I mean I know I was, lol)

But probably the biggest one (which I do way too often) was forgetting to call PC before heading out again for the night.  I suck hard core sometimes.  Embarrassingly more times than I can count (possibly almost every time I’ve gone out), I’ve done this to him.  Left him wondering, worrying.  I did text him.  But that’s not enough.  In my drunk mind that night- it was.  But it’s not ok.  I owe him a HUGE apology and probably owe him in some other ways too (wink wink honey….).

(Lolita is the fucking bomb, absolutely beautiful and CRAZY fun,  love that girl)

***Btw, some of you have requested to hear a bit more of PC’s side of things.  From what I hear, he’s working on something. ~wicked grin~

~ xo

Vixen

So I’ve decided the best way to do this is in two parts. Saturday night was insane, as in we had VIP status at Rok Vegas and closed the club down at 5am. I have a hellova lot of pics from that night. And while we had fun ALL the nights we were there, that one def MADE the trip. But that is for part two ~GRINS~

Friday-
We arrive.  And what do we do?  Start taking pics in the airport!  I’m ok being ‘those kind of tourists’  *snicker*.  I had a cute pic of Roxy…I thought, but damned if I can figure out where it went (weird…).  Between us three girls we had six LARGE bags, *not* including carry on’s, lol.  Hey, fabulous SHOES take up a lot of room people! 
(wishing I had pics of all our bags…dang)

We get to our hotel to check in.  This is where we were expecting to be completely overwhelmed by the lights and sounds.  I guess we were expecting it to be like you see on TV, surprisingly enough, not so much!

After checking in, unpacking, etc we head out to buy beer, water and snacks.  Long time pro-drinkers like ourselves know that these things will come in handy.  And while the beer was something like $18 a TWELVE pack (choke!) it was still cheaper and more convenient to have in our room (a la Red Neck style in a cooler, hehe) than ordering some up from room service or making trips up and down to one of the bars.  Beer is good. ~wink~

The hotel had two infamous bars/clubs inside- Coyote Ugly and Rok Vegas.  Which is why we chose this hotel (duh, HELLO!). Hehe…  Hence the sign. BTW, I picked up something perfect for HNT…things to look forward to  ~grins~

You won’t hear me raving about the food on this trip, nothing to write home about.  That’s fo-sho’.  Certainly NOT that we came for the food because we’re lushes like that, lol.  I’m sure we could have searched harder for better food but of the 3 restaurants we ate at while we were there, they all had sucky food.  Dinner our first night included over-priced sandwiches at a place we had only chosen bc they had advertised happy hour on Coors.  Only to find out after we ordered that Happy Hour was only AT the bar.  Damnit.  So we ate, then moved to the bar to take advantage of the earlier mentioned Happy Hour.  My poor sister did her best to stay out of a convo with an incredibly drunk, single guy *dying* to share his life story (at least four times….) with her.

We had decided early on that we wanted to start our first night in Vegas at Coyote Ugly.  We gussied up and headed over.  We quickly discovered one of the other perks of dragging PC along with us everywhere.  Not only does he have pockets, but he takes all the pictures.  So…sadly enough, not so many pics at CU bc we spent a good portion of the night up on the bar.  We had a kick ass time there.  I’m not sure I’ll be able to have as much fun at ours anymore bc the Coyotes in Vegas fucking ROCK.  They were sexy as hell AND very interactive.  There is no ‘not having fun’ there.  They put our Coyotes to shame, making ours look like stuck up betches honestly.  But whatev…

Seriously, my sis has THE. BEST. facial expressions. Haha! Gotta love her!

Cute chick hands us Tuaca pins!  Hmm….  Where to put it?  ~grins~  (Btw, mine is STILL blinking, lolol!)  Not that we drink Tuaca…  *shudder* (I mean, definitely not after last NYE, hahaha…..*ahem*) We did do our fair share of Patron shots though.  Us girls loooooooooooooove us some Patron, CHA-CHING.  But the Coyotes made up for it by giving us free shots the rest of the night.

Ok.  The *only* draw back of the night was that CU doesn’t have restrooms located inside.  In fact.  They don’t even have restrooms on that same FLOOR (CU is on the 2nd floor up a long flight of stairs/escalator).  Restrooms are located on the first level and around a bend.  Annoying, yes.  BUT it gets better/worse.  About 11ish for whatever ungodly reason, the escalators quit working. Mmm….poor planning if you ask me.  Who lets their escalators quit working on a Friday night?!?!  So.  Here we are WALKING down the escalator….bc it’s a known fact that girls people who drink need to visit there frequently. 
(Psstt…notice fabulous shoes!?  Hehe….)

Slept in.  Only woke up with slight hangovers which a sufficient amount of Advil and Starbucks cured.  Oh yes!  There was a Starbucks on the first floor pretty much RIGHT OUTSIDE our elevator.  BOOYA BABY.  A vacation just isn’t a vacation with out Starbucks in the mornings.  Seriously. 

We decide to start our day off with Bloody Mary’s at the Rainforest Cafe.  The NY NY has a nifty little cross over bridge that connects to the MGM.  So off we go.

This by far was our most expensive meal.  Where the 3 of us shared an appetizer and had two drinks a piece, adding up to….$105.  *ahem*  The theme of this trip was mucho mula and how to get the most ‘bang for our buck’.  Interesting Bloody Mary’s too.  They came with kettle chips on top ?????  The kettle chips were better than our appetizer and our drinks.  Doh.

Oh well.  It was the experience (that’s what I keep telling myself anyways, lol).  We did get some great pics for our kiddos.  They also had a fabulous gift shop in which my sister and I found cool, fun gifts for them.

Leave it to my sister to molest the Ape. 

Honestly, the 3 of us wanted to be a lot more inappropriate with the big Ape (don’t judge me! lol) but there were so many children around.  Which shocked the hell out of us.  Hey, I consider myself to be super open minded and a very non chalant parent (hell, one my kiddos favorite restaurants is Hooters *snort*), but it would never even occur to me to bring my kids to Vegas.  Why??????  Yes, I know there are shops (we toured the four story M&M building next door) and shows and entertainment.  But it seems like a very adult charged environment and I wouldn’t want them there.  Where would the fun in that be?!  *LOL*

We had a freakin awesome time walking the entire MGM.  If we were to go back I’d want to stay there.  VERY cool.

She wants her MTV *giggle*

We literally made it two blocks.  That is as far as we ever got the entire time we were there.  Doh.  It was *gorgeous* out, super nice weather, we totally lucked out.

This is awful!  WTF?!  It’s a Bubble Butt Blower….  *shaking head*
And no, I did NOT buy one.

So two blocks from our hotel was this Mexican Cantina.  They had 4 Coronas for like $2!  Hey, we’re sold!  SWEET!  Who needs to walk further when you’ve found what you came for!  Hehe….  We spent the entire afternoon there.  Eight or so Coronas later….

We had been eyeing these ginormous margaritas all afternoon that people came in to buy.  When it was time to head back to get ready for dinner (we ended up back at the same Cantina and while their drink specials rocked, their food sucked…:::sigh:::….) we decided we had to try a couple one. Just ONE of those had six shots of Patron in it.  YUM-MY!!!
(hehe…i purposely made her look like the lush here…..)

Sis was intrigued by these guys the entire afternoon.  HAD to have her pic with them. *LOL*
Michael was cool, except for the very disturbing gold thong on the outside of her his pleather pants.  Um…????

Roxy and I had our dreams come true.  We met EDWARD!!!!!  *swoon* 
Seriously he was a fucking kick ass imposter!

Yeah so…right outside our elevator (on the way to Starbucks)  was this giant freezer/fridge thingy of raw meat.  It was utterly disgusting. Please, for the love of god, don’t put a giant see-thru container for RAW MEAT outside a hung-over vegetarian’s place of residence.  Eww ewwww EWWWWW. 
*barf*

Part 2 will be our Saturday night……

To be continued…..

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

It’s been like that…….

…:::SIGH:::…

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

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

~ xo

Vixen

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

~ xo

Vixen

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

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

Santa Claus
North Pole, North Pole
December 23, 1996

Dear Santa:

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

Santa:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s that simple.

Yours truly,
Barbie

~ xo

Vixen

Friday Saturday Favorites-
As promised….late, I KNOW, sorry!  There were some really great ones though so I didn’t want to skip this week.

Frenchies…..

Another Suburban Mom…..

Emmy…Right Turn Without Signaling…..

Amy…More Sex Chocolate and Red Lipstick….. (click to see her panties, they are *awesome*!)

*****

Enjoy your Saturday!

~ xo

Vixen