Tagged!

I got tagged for the coolest meme ever, by one of my alltime favorite bloggers, Tesco.

1. Choose 19 of the songs you like best, regardless of artist or genre.
2. Put them all together in a CD.
3. Make 5 other copies.
4. Post your playlist on your blog.
5. Choose 5 people and send them a copy of your CD each. Send the first copy you made to the one who tagged you.

My list is totally all over the place, and doesn't really make much sense.... Just like ME. LOL

1. Let the drummer kick -- Citizen Cope

2.Baby did a bad bad thing -- Chris Isaak

3. True faith -- New Order

4. Stiff kittens -- Blaqk Audio

5. Under the milky way -- The Church

6. Desire (come and get it) -- Gene Loves Jezebel

7. Into the Open -- Heartless Bastards

8. Don't change -- INXS

9. Anything, anything -- Dramarama cover by Lucky Boys Confusion

10. Pink Champagne -- Max X

11. Swing -- Savage

12. The whole of the moon -- The Waterboys

13. Join in the chant -- Nitzer Ebb

14. Goodbye horses -- Psych

15. Dakota -- Stereophonics

16. Space age love song -- A Flock of Seagulls

17. Life is beautiful -- Sixx:AM

18. The promise -- When in Rome

19. Crowds -- Bauhaus

Honorable mentions....
Fake plastic trees -- Radiohead
Hey -- Pixies
Daydreamin' -- Lupe Fiasco and Jill Scott
Yellow -- Coldplay
Believe -- The Bravery
Guardian Angel -- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Under Pressure -- Queen
Just got wicked - Cold
Warm Leatherette -- The Normal
Headhunter -- Front 242
Almost Easy -- Avenged Sevenfold
Mondo Bondo -- Joe Strummer
The Chauffer -- Duran Duran song, covered by Deftones
Bodies -- Drowning Pool

Mmmmm....could go on and on and on....LOL

I'm gonna tag......
Doc in the Box
Jason
LL
MJ
and my beloved Stealth

Oh how he makes me laugh...

We were supposed to start trying to knock me up two nights ago. Our work schedules interfered, and we were not able to have wild monkey luv until last night.

Because of all the work hours I have put in lately, I am pretty punch drunk. When I get punch drunk, I catch the giggles. Usually they come out at the most innapropriate times, like say, last night, when hub was kissing my neck and had his fingers inside me. Errrr.....oopsie. :)

He was mildly annoyed, but managed to focus me back on him with some hard bites on my neck.

Speaking of which.....I should probably look in the mirror to make sure he didn't leave any evidence of our rough playing. LOL!

Thanks to him taking the reigns firmly in hand, we went from battling my giggle fit to extremely hot, extremely intense sex. Ahhhhh....bliss....

Afterwards, we were both laying there exhausted, and he got me laughing again so hard I couldn't stop.

Me: Mmmmmmm.

Him: Mmmmmmmm.

Me: I can't move.

Him: *stretches and rolls over* I put my deposit in the bank. I'm outta here. *fake snore*

Me: *bursts in to laughter*

30 or so seconds pass.....

Me: OMG! I can feel my laughing push your 'deposit' out of the 'bank'.

Him: That was me making a withdrawel.

I think I laughed for at least 30 minutes straight until he finally went grouchy on me.

Something tells me we did NOT make a baby last night.

:)

Please?

I am soooooooo in the mood for some heavy duty bondage play....

My "My Space Friends" just don't "get" me

Flying around the pervier side of the blogosphere as long as I have has definitely made a major impact on how I communicate with people.

It's made me very "open", in an electronic sense. Desensitized or something. Maybe even TOO friendly.

The way I am serves me quite well over in THIS little world, but over in the My Space world? Errrr. Not so much.

High School friends find me over on My Space all the time. As is my habit, I talk to them the same as I talk to people here on the blog.... Open, friendly, mildly flirtatious, but with no bad intentions....

And they freak on me!

Or something similar to freaking, anyway.

Whatever. I dunno. It's weird.

Soooo.

I feel like addressing my annoying My Space high school friends, despite the fact that you (well, with two exceptions I can think of) will probably never see this....but hey, it'll make me feel better to give you a verbal flip-off.....

Understand me or don't understand me, I care not.

If you want to remember me as the shy little flower I was in the frikking EIGHTIES, rather than get to know me as I am today (which is a HELL of a lot more interesting, in my opinion), fine. Whatever floats your proverbial boat.

But.

I bet you a million dollars I enjoy my life a hell of a lot more than you enjoy yours, you buncha auld farts!

*rips off her clothes and scampers off laughing*

Tom Cruise! Use your witchcraft to put the invisible fire out in my pants!

I am in the middle of my first wave of fertility treatments since that little pain incident sent me to the hospital back in February. I was scared I'd be in that same hideous pain this time, but really, I am just INSANELY HORNY.

Oh. Mah. God.

I naturally have a high libido, but right now??? HOLY SHIT! I need it so bad my body shakes! Sex sex sex sex sex. All I think about it sex. Sex sex SEX!!!! SEEEEEEEEX! *whimper*

(Ok, so I DO tend to be like that under normal circumstances....but it's WORSE right now!!!!)

While we're on the fertility subject, I have a few pics I have been meaning to share.


Yes, my pretty pretty Flowers, that is my foot in a stirrup at my fertility doc's office. And yes, I was nekkid under that paper sheet thing. Oy.

Damn, that's some ugly ass tile on that floor, isn't it?



And THAT, my dearies, is a torture device used for "internal ultrasounds". See the gadget sticking out of the keyboard machine thingy that resembles an electric toothbrush??? That scary thing is used to poke around inside and look at your ovaries, uterus, etc.

And yes, it HURTS, because it gets twisted all around. Just....ugh.

Ahhhhh.....the joys of the fertility clinic tango.

But.....if it works......I will be a verrrrrry happy Blondage.....

xoxoxo

First impressions

Last weekend, we met my family at the farm in East Texas. My cousin Kay is a lesbian, and she took her wife Jan and their two kids up there for the weekend. They all just moved to Texas from Colorado, and I haven't spent quality time with Kay in like...15 years, and I'd never really met her family.

So.

We start hanging out, and me and the Lezzie wife totally hit it off. We had a total blast together, and I wound up taking her and the two kids off on our fourwheelers and driving them up and down a field through massive mud puddles. It was insanely fun.

Jan's little boy says to her "Mom, that Blondage sure is fun. I can't believe she likes to get all muddy. She seems like she'd rather read a book!"

Jan's little girl says to her, "Mom, I can't believe Blondage works at a concert venue. She seems like she'd work at a bank!".

Jan tells my cousin Kay, "I can't believe how cool Blondage is. She's in to bondage, and she likes chicks??!?!".

The point?

Looks can be deceiving.

I use my persona to my advantage.

And it's the "quieter" ones who tend to be full of surprises.

This is the dirtiest I have ever been in my life...

Yes, that used to be a white t-shirt, and no, I do not have freckles.

VROOM VROOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

Good god that was fun. :)

I'm surrounded!

Hmmm....Flowers, I have a question.

Do you suppose that, being as pervy as I am, I am able to sense out fellow pervs easier than most? That I sort of gravitate to them some how? Or are other pervs just sort of naturally gravitating to ME?

Because.....DUDE!

I am TOTALLY SURROUNDED RIGHT NOW!!!!

Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

*wink*

But.....DAMN!!!!!