Oh FINE! Ya WENCH! LOL!

The Loopy Libertarian tagged me with a fracking MeMe.

Seeing as how I think she might deck me if I don't comply (she can be rather tough, despite that gooey marshmallow center), so I suppose I'd better get to it.

The rules are:
* link to the person who tagged you
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/ habits/ quirks about yourself
* tag at least 3 people at the end of the post and link to their blogs
* let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

1. I'm shy. No one from the blogosphere ever believes me (might be because most of you have seen me naked) but I swear it's true!

2. If I type that I am laughing, giggling, blushing, shrieking, shaking, quivering, orgasming (did I say that one out loud?) etc.... I always really AM in r/l. I type exactly what I am doing/what I am feeling. It's to the point where I wish I could turn that quirk OFF. My "friends" on My Space.....well, I just don't think they "get" me at ALL! I know I scare people over there....Lol.....(and yes, I just really laughed out loud). Oh well. Frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a fuck.

(well, ok....maybe I give a teensy weensy bit of a fuck. I am a cancer, after all....)

3. If I don't concentrate, two things happen when I open my mouth. My Texas accent pops out to say "Howdy", and I cuss like a truck-driver.

Side note -- one of my best friends worked for President Nixon (post White-house staff) and he compares my mouth to Tricky Dick's, who, apparently, had one hell of a potty-mouth on him. Heh.

4. Some people find me rather confusing. I am more aware of this reaction than they realize, and occasionally take great joy in purposely making them even MORE confused. I am far more "deliberate" in the things I say than people seem to understand.

5. I have a genius level IQ, but I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday.

6. I was once in love with more than one person at the same time. I never thought it was possible until it happened to me! :) Perhaps I was a polyamorist in a past life.

3 people to tag would be Stealth, ATTLG, and Just Some Dude.

Tipsy bloggin'

I'm cold. I need a blankie. Or a warm body to snuggle on. Mmmmhmmmm......a warm body... What is it about drinking wine that makes me crave the feel of skin on skin....? The Other Half calls it "Blondage Viagra". Heh. Clever boy.

* * * *

Speaking of craving... A little birdy told me that someone I think is totally hot has a mad crush on me. Mmmmmmm... I heart tall.

* * * *

Haven't mentioned this lately, but the gorgeous next-door neighbors have launched a full frontal assault upon me. It's gone from subtle-come-hithering to near cave-man-bonk-me-on-the-head-and-drag-me-off-by-the-hair-esque. I think I should change their nicknames here from The Wee General and the Marquis de Sade to "Bait (TWG) and Switch (MdS, 'cause I seriously think he is a switch in BDSM terms)". I crack myself up.

* * * *

We watched the Simpsons movie tonight. If hub doesn't stop singing "Spider Pig", I may have to bonk HIM on the head. :)

* * * *

.....conversation from last week...

Blondage's hot girlfriend: *laughing* I am such a slut!

Blondage: No, you are NOT a slut. You're 'sexually liberated'.

Blondage's hot girlfriend: Yeah, liberated in my ASS!

wheeeeeeeeeeee!

I gotta go pounce now. *hiccup* xoxoxoxox

There's just something sooooo sexy.....

....about seeing my husband hold our infant niece.

Say my name bitch! SAY MY NAME!

It annoys me when a man I am intimate with does not say my name.

I don't mind a nickname sometimes. Certain nicks can be rather stimulating.... ;)

But.

I GET OFF ON hearing my name on the lips of the person I am having or want to have sex with.
I NEED to hear them say it!

/mini-rant off

Happy Friday Flowers. xo

Please?

Operation Valentine

My amazing friend Kat is working on another wonderful project for our troops. Please take a gander at this post about Operation Valentine if you're interested in sending our troops a little Valentine's Day luv. She does all the hard work. All you have to do is send her some unsealed cards! I hope you will consider participating.

I heart you, my pretty pretty Flowers.

Sometimes....when I am angry and out of control....

A good Whupin' can right all the world's wrongs....

I was soooooo angry today. Mad at almost everyone in my life. God knows why. Some frustrations were legitimate I suppose (quit trying to meet me, and quit falling in love with me you ninnies!)and some more on the irrational side (didn't like the way someone said goodbye, and I totally wigged).

It's weird, being on this fertility medicine. Some days, I feel completely balanced.... And then.... BAM! I wake up wanting to scream at various people in my life, or in some cases, bitchslap the fools. It's like a filter is missing....the patience filter perhaps. I dunno what it is.

But.....

I feel the slap of his hand on my bare skin.....

And I calm down.

No matter how out of control I feel, no matter how insane my drugs make me feel....

That sting....the stern voice, the firm hand....he centers me.

And I can cope.

That being said...I am warnin' ya, my pretty little Flowers.... Watch your asses, because in between spankings? I am hell on heels right now.

I don't expect any eggshell walking, but SHEESH!

Scene: Blondage's Aunt's house on New Year's day

A large, happy family gathers around a beautifully set dining room table. The chatter turns to Blondage's precious one month old niece.

Blondage's Mother: We haven't seen the baby in almost a week. I am going through withdrawels.

Blondage: You're lucky. I haven't seen her in TWO weeks because of my trip up North to visit the In-laws.

Blondage's Mother: She's with her OTHER *said with a pouty frown* Grandparents today.

Blondage: *smiling* Well Mom, they have a right to see her too.

Blondage's Mother: *turns red in the face, and totally goes off* Well those people have lots of other Grandkids, and they are in their late 40's. I have ONE Grandchild, JUST ONE, and I am in my mid-60's! ALL of my friends had Grandchildren but ME! It took FOREVER for it to happen for me. I was beginning to think I'd NEVER be a Grandmother!

Blondage's Mother, henceforth known here as B.M., is, at first, oblivious to the silence that falls upon the table. Suddenly, she lets out a tiny gasp as realization dawns. She blinks at Blondage, and swiftly changes the subject to the frikking weather.

Seriously. The weather.

I don't expect people to walk on eggshells around me about my "issues", but sheesh. Mom could have punched me in the gut and it would have stung less. We've been trying for NINE YEARS to make that woman a Grandmother. I am on a ridiculous amount of drugs right now. I HAD SEX IN MY MOTHER IN LAW'S CREEPY HAUNTED HOUSE to try and make a baby. And she whines about being the last of her peers to have a grandchild, about how long it took for it to happen....?

Sweet hay-sus (yes, I spelled it that way on purpose), please don't ever allow me to be so self-absorbed that I become oblivious to feelings of the people I love.

/end rant