Loaded up on Caffeine and Decongestant

I am loaded up.
And I feel like I got run over by a Semi.

Monday I really thought this cold was over, but I woke up on Tuesday and By George I do believe I have relapsed.
So here I sit, loaded up on decongestant and caffeine. Don't try it, it doesn't work. It just makes your insides all quivery and with no man around, it's a total waste, cuz there isn't anyone around to enjoy it. Heheee!

Well, if I can still joke about sex, I guess I am not that sick.

My Birthday ends with a kiss

It was my birthday.

December 27th.

Thank you who remembered, and thank you for your generosity.
I had a wonderful day and night, which started with Nancy and Stew and son, Friday night and led to a very, very memorable day and to now.

Mom, Sister and Sister-in-law took me to lunch at P. J. Chang's. We gorged ourselves on Chinese and pretended we knew how to use chopsticks. I was gifted with a beautiful purse, with a purse, with a purse(yes, three purses in one) that are all adorned with cute little kitties. Enclosed was a fabulous color of nail polish, purple, to be applied at a future date. Mom also included a digi-cam...spy-tech type key chain. Yes, I now have a keychain digital camera. As soon as I can figure out how to save the pic's I take, watch out when I bring my keys...heheheheheeeee!
Sister-in-law gave me a beautiful necklace and earring set, I look like a princess.
Sister, was overly observant about who I have chosen as my future "ex" husband and I am now the proud owner of the newest Toby Keith CD(Ohhh, he is so hot!!).

After gifts were opened and food eaten, Mom said we needed to go to the mall. Ok, shopping, I am game. We wandered around, not a store we went into and I ask, "Hey, what are we looking for?" and the next thing I know I was in the "Make a Bear Store". Mom had planned for me to make a bear.
Ohhh, and I did. I picked out a bear, I held his heart, I rubbed it, I kissed it and I stuffed it. I have a new bear, and he is beautiful. He even has a birth certificate. My baby bear. And I named him.
Welcome to my family, Shaggy Doo. He is soooo cute...he is wearing gray boxers. Heeehehheeeeee!

My evening/night plan was that I was to sing. So after all was done with family I headed to the pub, I called appropriate people to watch and listen and did I sing.
I did, and it was fabulous. I got the heart filling ego boasting appreciation I needed and I loved it. I know if I hit the key right, I can sing. The microphone belongs in my hand.
As the evening got late, like 2 in the morning. My friends left and a dude I have sung with before requested we sing again. Together. "Picture". Cheryl Crow and Kid Rock. Ok, I did it, and they applauded. And I smiled, and he smiled and then he kissed me.

And ya know what, it was nice.

Happy Birthday to me.

He came in a dream

I felt his fingers on my lips as I started to come awake. I parted them and he dipped a finger in. It tasted salty and manly, it was rough at the tip and I could tell his nails were clipped short. I could feel his warm breath feather over my shoulder as I started to become more aware of him.
The feel of his hip against mine, the rough fur on his arm as it draped across my breast.
I could hear his breathing, and the sensation of the beating of his heart.
He turned toward me and his desire for me slid into my hand.
He replaced his fingers with his lips, cupping the side of my face with his hand.
His tongue probed my mouth and explored me.
I heard a soft moan, as if from a distance and realized it was me, then a gentle smile formed on my face as I heard his baritone rumble in response.

He pulled away and as I opened my eyes to see him. I weaved my fingers in his wavy locks and gazed into those perfect crystal eyes and with a whimper, I watched them fade to the dream.

Happy Birthday to me!

I thought I would just say:

Since my friends, Nancy(my Spanish Chica), Stew(My Halloween pimp daddy), and my son, took me out tonight until now(which is 3:19am).

Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to meeeeee,
Happy Birthday to me.

Today is my Birthday!

I was born at 3:17pm.....in 1964...Yey!!!

Merry Christmas

And so the day is over......

I woke this morning before my alarm went off. Excited as a kid, not for gifts, but to spend time with my family. This was the first year in too many to count that almost all of us were together(My daughter still lives up north).
My brother and his family are here for the holidays, so an extra 4 people are at my folks house. It's loud, it's crazy and I remember now why nieces and nephews are so much fun.....when I have had enough, I can go home.

My son and I arrived at the folks house around 9am, happily unloaded our contributions to the overflowing pile under the tree. A tree that was only visible from three feet up. The little ones were very patient as we finished with the starting of dinner and after everyone had a generous glass of Mimosa's, we tore into the presents.

My son was surprised by the 5 foot air hockey table, which will be assembled in my livingroom this weekend after I take down our tree.

I, on the other hand, was gifted with several pedicure kits(are they saying my feet are offensive?), a perpetual calendar adorned with Teddy Bears, a huge stuffed bear from son, a really pretty sweater and a floating candle set from daughter, a bear nativity, a lighted mirror with a magnifying reflection, a picture of a fairy sitting on the moon, a 2003 Jazz Festival Poster, and the best of all a Margarita set, which also came from son. The Margarita set includes 4 glasses, a pitcher and a nacho tray. Totally awesome, and I promise the next Margarita party is at my house.

As for the rest of the day.
It was filled with stuffing face with too much food and cleaning up as the men slept in the livingroom.

Typical holiday.

Hope ya'lls was a fun filled as mine.

Merry Christmas all.

Happy Tacky Christmas to all

Yesterday morning at work we had our Tacky gift exchange. Carlene was crafty and made me a "Leroy" shirt. This is a "wife beater" (A-style T-shirt) with a patch on the front proudly displaying "my name is Leroy". Jenn on the same theme as Carlene, presented me with a Burgundy colored, leathery feely, coin purse which has in pink a letter L on the front. Jenn altered it to read "Leroy" in rhinestones. I swear it's a beautiful thing and since the coin section of my wallet has a broken zipper, I will proudly use it. W bestowed upon me gifts that represent a weakness of mine. He gave me a Fireman's Hat, two little Firetrucks and a pack of batteries. He is a man after my heart, he spoils me so. And last but not least K, (who feels he doesn't have an exciting enough life to share with us....Boy we want your drama!)brought in the most delicious cake to celebrate my birthday(the 27th) and delivered us our caffeine fixes for the next week or two with gift cards from Starbucks. All was fabulous.
I, in exchange, delivered upon them gifts that took lots of thought and craftiness. I slaved over a hot stove making my batch of Amaretto, pouring each into a beautiful colored bottle. I also painstakingly sewed and glued fabulously tacky Christmas stockings for each. Carlene's had flowers and a garter, Jenn's was adorned with pearls and pink ballerina fairies, W's had Christmas packages and candy canes and K's was adorable with the multicolored festive bows on it.
Also, they were each presented with a store bought gift. Carlene is now the owner of a pair of bedroom stilettos, properly topped with feathers. Jenn was gifted with her very own vibrating-all-over-body-massaging stuffed pink pig, W was graced with a black and white striped tie, to which he said was cool at Hot Topic while on a shopping expedition with me, and K received a Christmas theme throw, with a weaved picture of a church and snow.
After being caked out and properly gifted we headed to Zea's for luncheon and dined on fabulous food. Nothing like a Panini to make the tummy better.

All in all, I had a great time. Laughed alot, laughed till tears stung my eyes. It's good to have friends. And ya know what, I am proud to say they are my friends.

Merry Christmas everybody!!!
And may yours be as tacky as ours!

Bud-Light for a sore throat

I have decided that sipping on a bud-Light helps cool my sore throat.

I woke up this morning not feeling all that fabulous. Actually sick, like I have a cold. My pillow was soaked this morning, so I broke the fever and I was coughing and my throat hurt.

This did not deter me from my goals today. I have been to Wally-World and deposited 78 bucks in their cash register. I am far from being finished, but I did finish 4 off with that one trip. Then I was in line for 20 minutes at the Post office and spent a whopping 25 bucks to get my daughters package to her in time(this was my own fault, I should have mailed it a week ago).
Then I came home and was crafty all day. I sewed, I cooked and I bottled. I can not say exactly, cuz the receivers read this site...so You Better Appreciate My Efforts!!
Ohhh, my aching back!

I also wrapped until I ran out of paper....Crap, now I have to add paper to the list!

At least I accomplished something to day, more tonight and tomorrow.

I am feeling a little better, not so yuck anymore, cuz now I sit with Bud-Light in hand, cuz it's good for the throat.

Drink and dial

I can't believe the men in this area that I live.

Have you been taught the meaning of, "I don't want to see you anymore" or "Don't call me"?

Not only did Mr. Fix-it call me last week and ask if we could "get together", but last night as I was weaving through traffic, and finishing up a call to the local radio station because I won tickets to the "3 Doors Down" concert in February, I had a call beep in. I finished my call to the station and checked my missed calls. The number there looked familiar, but I couldn't place it, so I called it back.

A man answered and I asked if he had tried to call me.

He said, "Ohhh yes, I did, this is Mike", ohhh no the Mortician. I haven't spoke to him in 6 months, why was he calling me now?
After a couple minutes of pregnant pauses and uncomfortable silences, I came out and said, "We just didn't work out".
I heard him sniffle on the other end and he started to bawl like a baby. He then started to yell at me and tell me how we were so perfect together and he loved me and we had something special. After a minute of this I realize he is drunk.
And then, (I am serious here, this is true) my phone started to break up, so I could only hear every other word or so.
So I finally said, "Hello, Hey I can't hear you...Hello....Hey, Have a nice holiday, my phone is acting up and I can't hear....hello? Ok, good bye"

Another classic case of don't drink and dial.

Blind date...Ohhh no!

On my way home today....wait....as J was taking me home today, we chatted about men, dating and the mishaps of our lives. I thanked her for the ride(at least I think I did) and as I walked into my house I remembered something that had happened to me a few years ago.

It was Christmas of 1999, my first holiday alone, ever. My soon to be ex-husband had already moved out, my children were at their dad's and I was in front of the computer goofing off.
This person said hello in an IM and being the gullible, lonely heart that I was at the time, we started to chat.
He described himself as 6' tall, 200 pounds, dark hair and eyes. He said he was Italian and he considered himself handsome. He didn't have a picture on the computer to send me, which was ok, we were just talking. We talked for a few hours and more the next day and the next. On the 3rd day I gave him my phone number and we talked on the phone. He called me every day for several days. Then he asked if we could meet and have a drink.
*Remember, lonely heart here.
I said yes and chose a place I knew and where there were people I knew. I told him to meet me there at 7pm on the next day.
I got there early and ordered a Tonic with lime and sat at a table. I waited and waited and finally this man walk in. He was dark and handsome and he walked up to the bar. I had hopes that that would be him, but he walked to another woman at the bar and sat down. As disappointment washed over me another man walked in.
When I saw him, I prayed like I never had that it wasn't him. Bummer it was.
Now I am not the perfect form of a woman, but when I describe myself I am very honest. This man was too, but he forgot to tell me a few things.
First, that the bulk of his 200 pounds was in his ass.
Second, that he was, ummmm, rough. As in several facial scars. He had what looked like a knife scar from his ear to his chin.(sorry, it's not that I can't look past it, it's just not for me)
and third, he had the shakes.(like withdrawal's)
Now, I smiled, I said hello, I was polite. I even gave him the benefit of my doubt and told myself to sit and talk to him.
As we sat, every other sentence he would ask me if I wanted a drink, to which I declined. Then he grabbed my hand and started to pet it. He very slowly started to trace the fine bones on the back of my hand and it was starting to freak me out. I pulled back and he put his hand in his pocket as he leaned back. I heard a crinkling sound and looked down.
Believe it...I saw the outline of condoms, yes, more than one.
I put my hand over my mouth and coughed, because I almost laughed and then I very calmly said, "ya know, I really don't think this was a good idea, I don't find you attractive and I most definitely am not going to sleep with you."
He looked shocked and then he started to cry.
Yes, he cried, real tears.
He told me that we were perfect for each other and that I was his soulmate, he then practically climbed into my lap.
I got him calmed down and then explained to him I had told my children I wouldn't be late and I had to go. He asked to walk me to my car and I probably should have been rude but I said ok and told him I would be back after I went to the ladies room.
In the ladies room I paced back and forth, I knew I had to get out. I peeked out the door but he was sitting there and could see if I tried to sneak out, so I ran over to the window. It was one of those crank out windows, very tall and narrow. I knew if I tried to climb out, I would get stuck and wouldn't that be a mess.
So, I had no real choice. I left the bathroom and he got up and walked me to the door. To my luck there were a couple people leaving too so they were in the lot as well, so I felt a little safer.
We got to my car and he asked me for a hug, but before I could say anything I found myself in a bear hug. He was smelling my hair and moaning in my ear as I peeled him off me. Once free I jumped in my car and sped away as fast as I could.
By the time I got back into my hometown I was laughing to myself at how crazy this man was. I ended up back at work(I was the office manager for a liquor store) and I filled in my crew the details of my wonderful date.
Thank goodness for Ali, she was my best friend there, she took me out and we toasted for several hours to how stupid blind dates are.

Regroup and start over.

I know....I have not posted in a few days. Been very busy.
Drinking.
Frolicking.
Being merry.

No, not really. Had the work holiday party on Friday. Food, wine, making merry...yey, I won 50 bucks! Personally I would have chosen a different restaurant, and if there is a party next year I really do hope they choose a new place to eat.
We ended up at Razoo's after, a few beers, a few shots and it appeared that all had left for other festivities by 7. My son picked me up and we went to Crazy Johnnies for dinner and after filling my tummy with steak and mashed potatoes I was in dreamland by 10pm. I am such a party animal! I can honestly say, I behaved...yeah, it surprised me too. I didn't pick anyone up, I didn't give out or get a phone number and my shirt stayed on.

Saturday, I played domestic and crafty. I stayed home and made Christmas presents for friends, which they better appreciate.
Later, Son and I went to the Pub and played some pool. Son was getting upset because these two guys kept eyeing my butt. Turned out their wives were sitting at the bar. Very typical! Losers! Not that I was interested, because I wasn't. Yes, they were attractive, I just wasn't in the mood to play the game. Bleh!

That has been my mood lately, not interested. The game is tiring. I have decided to take a break, purge my system of the men that have been in my path these past couple months. Regroup and start over. I will try to stay away from little Greek boys, Firemen, Policemen and even him's...though I can't promise anything. I will try.

Half way to 70!

A Birthday wish to my Baby Brother:

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you.
Haaapppy Birthday dear David......
Happy Birthday to youuuuuu.

35...Ha....Ya old Fart!!!
Ha...hahahahaaaaaaaa!

And he cooks!

I ended up getting home late from work, I was tired but still needed to go to the store and do more Christmas shopping.

I asked Son if he wanted to go and he got this look on his face that resembled rejection. He said, "Mom, I was just starting dinner for us". Well, this was a surprise, I didn't even know he could cook anything besides heating up Ramen soup.
So, I sat down, and told him I would go shopping after dinner. He smiled and went back in the kitchen. A few minutes later, he handed me a plate of Ziti smothered in Spagetti Sauce heavily sprinkled in Parmesan Cheese. Not realizing I was starved because I forgot to eat lunch, I woofed it down. To be honest, it was the best pasta I had eaten in a long time.
Hmmmm, nice to have a man cook for ya once in awhile.

Yo....is Leroy there?

My son asked to use my phone last night, so I tossed it to him and went back to chatting on the internet.

A few minutes later he comes back and hands me the phone. I asked him if he was finished already and he said No, that I had a call and I might want to call him back. I looked at him and asked who called.
The following is a somewhat accurate recant of what followed:

Son: Ummmmm, Mr. Fix-it called.
Me: What?! What did he call for, did you answer it?
Son: Yes.
Me: Well? What did he want?
Son: I don't know. When I said hello, I heard this deep growly voice kind of stammer and then he said, "Yo, is Leroy there? I'm looking for Leroy" I said, This is Vixie's phone, you looking for Vixie? And then he said, "No, don't know no Vixie, I am looking for Leroy." Then I said, ok Mr. Fix it what ever you say and then he hung up on me.
Me: Leroy?! What the fuck is his problem? Ohhh my god, do I have to break up with him again?

And then I broke into hysterical laughter, tears were streaming down my face. Son is looking at me like I lost it, but I didn't care. The entire situation was just beyond belief. Leroy....I don't look like no Leroy!

Dark and bright fantasies

Carlene posted today about getting away Thelma and Louise style. She fantasies about getting in her car and heading West, but she has responsibilities and she thinks she should "let go of her fantasy".

Let go, Hell no. I have this fantasy as well, I have had the bright side and the dark side of it.

The bright side:
Feeling light as air. Laughing. Speeding down the road with a map on the passenger seat and the radio blasting your favorite CD. Stopping when you want, going when you want. Taking loads of pictures as you go. Tasting, smelling, seeing as much as you can until exhaustion takes over.
I do this sometimes, yes it is on a timetable, I too have responsibilities. I take a day and head where ever my car leads me. I have a full tank of gas, a couple bottles of water and all my CD's. The windows are down, the music is blasting and when I think I am lost, I pull over and look at the map. I have driven to Biloxi, Kiln, La Rose and Baton Rouge so far....why? Because I can, that's why! I can't have my full fantasy, yet....but I can have tastes of it.
If I don't let myself have it, then I could go back to having the dark fantasies.

What's a dark fantasy? A dark fantasy is when you say yes to moving to Iowa. You are promised there are jobs out there. You are promised that a beautiful home will be found and you will be happy.
Instead, you get what happened to me.
I went and I searched for work. I couldn't get a job because we didn't have a home to live in(we lived in a hotel) and we couldn't get a home to live in because we didn't have a job. It didn't matter that we could pay a years rent up front, so we stayed in the hotel.
We ate at restaurants for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I ate alot. I put on 40 pounds. I didn't want to get out of bed. It had been 4 months and I was miserable.
One day we were on the highway and I was gazing out the window. The leaves were gone from the trees, the grass was brown, it was cold out. I started to fantasize about running. I saw myself scream at him and jump out of the car. I ran and ran, into the woods. I saw myself cold and lost in the woods, but I felt warm and I felt free. Free, really free and I liked it. After visualizing this for awhile I turned to him and looked at his hand holding mine, I released his hand and in a quiet voice I said, "I have to leave", he asked if I would come back and when I said no, he nodded his head.

I don't have the dark fantasies anymore. Just the ones that make me feel giddy, and they aren't always about driving a car either. I figure the more fantasies you have the happier you can be, just don't forget to pay the electric bill.

Another one bites the dust!

This next week better be more enjoyable than last.

I didn't get any make-up sex...I didn't get any sex at all, no cuddling, no snuggles, no whispers of sweet nothings in the ear. I slept alone(except for two cats hogging the bed), cold, and restless.

Saturday I went to see R at his detail, we walked around, drank coffee and talked. He was very considerate and he seemed happy to see me and anxious about getting together later. He walked me to my car, gave me a little sugar and told me he would call me when he was done.

I headed to Rainbows to see some friends and called J to see where she was. She didn't answer and when I got to Rainbows I was met with a surprise. Apparently Sabrina and Cass broke up. Cass now has a boyfriend and Sabrina has a new Lady. The new lady made me uncomfortable, she kept staring like I was a threat to her. I thought to myself, "Lady, it isn't Sabrina that I am attracted to, it is Cass". I left after a few minutes and headed to the Pub.
I watched the rest of the LSU game and then Karaoke started up. I called R and told him where I was and he told me to have fun and would call me when he was heading my way.
Well, at about 1/4 after 1 I was heading home and I hadn't gotten a call, so I called him. His phone went immediately to voice mail. I was so mad, I tossed my phone to the passenger seat and sped home.
No missed call, no message, he did it again!

I went to bed angry and was even more so when I woke up. I turned on the computer and it was like R was waiting for me. I had an IM before I finished loading up. He claimed he tried to call, but I must have been on stage cuz no one answered. I asked him if he left a message and he said that the voice mail never picked up. I told him he must have called someone else, cuz he didn't call me.
1st: after I called him and told him where I was, I never went back on stage, I sat at the table the rest of the time there and my phone was right in front of me.
2nd: My phone has never messed up so that I missed a call, never!

He told me that I had to "Trust" him. I didn't respond to the trust plea, but told him that he better show Sunday night or there would be hell to pay.

Guess what.......I slept alone last night too. No call, no show, no email, no nothing!

Ya know what the kicker is....he lives 5 blocks from me, I thought of him this morning and had to restrain myself from calling him. As I was driving up my street, I saw him back out of his driveway and head the opposite way. If he had thought of me, he would have called. He didn't. He didn't!

I should have analyzed my iggy feeling last week, I believe another just bit the dust!

Almost forgot!

I met up with W today to do a little shopping.
I wanted to go yard saling, but it was almost 11 and I wasn't prepared. I hadn't even looked at the paper.
So, we hit the mall, checked out clothes, shoes and other stuff.
I found a little something for J....heheheeee, she is gonna love it!
And then I spied something for W, and I made a mental note to go back later, which I did. I went back and bought the item....W is gonna laugh his ass off, or at least I hope.
Yey! I have one done, one person crossed off my list. I am so screwed!

PS: Do Not Eat At Applebee's. The food is crap and it made me ill!

Gonna get me some...............

I spoke to R today.
Actually, had a little fight too. And to be honest, I feel much better.

It seems that the secret assignment he was on last weekend was a few days away to unwind and shake off the every day hell he works in. This did not sit well with me and I told him so. I told him that going off and disappearing for days was fine, but a call to say, "Hey babe, I just need a few days, I will call ya when I get back" would have been freakin nice. Instead my wild imagination was running amuck and sending me into a tizzy.
I also told him that I am not trying to be a bitch, all I want is for him to tell me the truth. I don't care what it is, just be honest.
I also warned him that leaving me with 10 days of no sex was very bad, very, very bad and he shall be punished.
To which he liked, and we both laughed and all is happy in my little world right now.

R is on detail tonight, so I will stop by and get a little sugar and leave turned on from checking out his nice little ass in those sexy uniform pants. (Nothing like a tight pair of riding pants to get a girl going!!)
Then I am off to meet a couple friends to work up a sweat shaking my bootie on the dance floor.
And if I am lucky, I will be working it up for a good cause....R better take a blue pill, cuz the girl is hungry! Whats better than a little make-up sex, huh?

Not a pursuer!

I am not really a pursuer. If you call, great. If you don't, well sweetie, there are other's out there that would like some of my time. I wasn't always like this, there was a time in my life that I needed constant reassurance that a relationship was still good and strong. That time seems so long ago, a lifetime ago, another person actually.

Since the break up of my second marriage in 99, I really have been a lost soul. Experimenting in alternative lifestyles, enjoying it to the point of addiction and feeling more lost when I left it. There were relationships along the way, some good, some not so good. But they always ended one way or the other. I usually reference them at the stalkers and the scaredy-cats.

The stalker way would be, I would settle for the guy(meaning: if I was a little skinnier, a little prettier he wouldn't have a snowballs chance in hell). I would hit a dry spell so to speak and be in need of a little tender care. The man would be willing, but most times be really bad in the sack. I would either end up the chick he called at 10 o'clock for a quickie or he would be inviting me over to meet the family, so they could meet the future wife(happened more than once and within 3 weeks of first date). The ending result would be that I would walk(RUN!) away, realize I had settled, and move on. He, on the other hand, would either take the hint and leave me alone or become the next stalker on my list.
The scaredy-cat way would be that we would go out once and I would never hear from him again. This would be confusing because we would have had a great time together, we would even set up a next date. Then no call, no show. Me, never having had a chance to find out if I was settling, my feelings hurt for a few days and then life goes on.

I never call them, I never initiate contact, I don't walk up to some strange man and introduce myself, they always find me.

Until I met "The Daiquiri Dude".
The first time I saw him was at the Irish/Italian parade. He was working the shop and I ordered a Daiquiri. I took one look at him and my heart slammed in my chest. I couldn't talk. I know I acted like a total idiot. Later that day, my friend Nancy talked me into going back over and talking to him. Eventually I did and we sat there for 4 hours and chatted. It was refreshing to find a man that just talked to me.
We exchanged numbers and a couple days later he called me. We talked on the phone for hours and hours. The next week he invited me over his house and we watched a movie, I don't remember the title, but I do remember it was a movie about salsa dancing.
The next 3 months were amazing, he taught me things about myself, he made me feel beautiful, he healed my heart. That last night we were together, I knew it was the last. He was gentle and loving and he held me all night. In the morning, I hugged him and told him when he figured out what he wanted to give me a call.....that was 6 months ago. He never called. And though I had fallen for him, I never called him either. Instead I walked away and I gave away a wonderful man.

Where did all this come from....these thoughts...I haven't heard from R in 2 days via IM, 6 days via phone, and 8 days in person and I am too stubborn to call him.

All I want for Christmas..............

The following is some of my Christmas/Birthday list. If anyone is looking for ideas.

Digi Camera
Some of my favorite perfume: Vanilla Fields
and
a new lamp for my bedroom, which I found at Lamps Plus.

CD's:
"Try This" by Pink
"Measure of a man" by Clay Aiken
"ep" by Matchbox Twenty
"Long Road" by Nickelback
and
"Life on display" by Puddle of Mudd


I am not asking for alot, I actually come pretty cheap.
Plus, I have been a very, very good girl this year...hehe!

Just another Tuesday night

Had a fabulous dinner over at Car's. W cooked most of the yummy food and Car, J, Car's man K and I munched on Tostitos and salsa as well as sampling to our hearts content.
Met some friends of Car's and K's, Jenn and ummm her husband, yeah whats his name, sorry. They were nice people, very friendly.
Anyway we had a great time, filling our faces and yaking.
We left with plans in our heads for future Tuesday night dinners....someone said Theme night...ok, I am game.

All this, and I had a feeling all night.(ok, honestly, I have had this feeling a couple days now) One of those iggy feelings that ya can't put your finger on. I feel it coming from the direction of R and I don't know why.
It's probably nothing, could be just that he has been so busy with work that I have not seen him in too many days to count, and the calls have gone to few and far between. I just can't shake this feeling.
I really hope it's just heartburn...but I swear I smell somethin sour in the fridge.

I will let ya know if it's real or imaginary.