Procrastination and the art of Clutter obliteration

3 glasses of cheap pink sweet wine into my night.

11 boxes packed.

8 bags of trashed hauled to the curb.

Two sets of mattresses in the hallway ready to be taken to the truck.

I am almost 35. Why am I dragging around so much crap? Seriously. We just moved a half of a year ago and I have boxes that are unopened and nothing really missing from my daily trek through life.

My Mother’s condition worsens.

My financial condition worsens.

My relationship remains stable and loving but in a holding pattern…

Its 9 freakin thirty and the movers will be here in 11.5 hours.

I am moving back from the burbs where I can escape my neighbors and friends at all times. I will be forced to see them all on a freakin daily basis. The grocery store. The dogpark. The f*cking coffee house.

I will be doing my duty as a child. I will be saving for a house and more freedom. I will be going to school.

Did I mention that I have decided to become a Veterinarian? Thats right. The school that is more difficult to get into than medical school. No stress. Really.

Found a stash of tomato boxes left over from the farmers market. Good for picture frames and DVD’s.

I won’t be able to escape my friends.

My friends will be closer.

My f*cking shrink will be 5 blocks away.

My dogs will love going for runs over the bridge and around the monuments. They will miss the yard but I think they would rather be with me while I trudge through a workout than in a yard alone while I cook dinner.

I will be closer to my Grandparents and the baby.

I won’t be able to escape my Grandparents and the baby.

I should probably shut up and finish packing.

I just tossed every magazine I own, all clothing I don’t love and books I will never read.
Thank you Oprah.

Hillary Clinton – BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

I think she looks great and is totally glowing!!!

Where have you BEEN???

I didn’t fall off the face of the earth… I have been building my website and launching a lil store!!!!!!!!  I have channeled my creative energy into my old jewelry business – revamped it and combined it with my desire to help fund spay/neuter programs.

I know – no porn.  I suck.

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Another Vintage Playboy Moment…

I can’t help myself. The more I think about old school beauty and the appreciation of the female form in its natural state, the more I think it needs a comeback… Look at Marilyn Monroe in her centerfold shot in 1962

Definately all natural and curvy. And HOT AS HELL! She is still considered one of the most beautiful and sensual women that ever lived and she would be considered a plus size model today!

This one is my FAVORITE with just a hint of nipple… a hint and a tease go a LONG way with flirtation.

Here is another shot I love – a 1962 playmate of the month centerfold..

And I love this cover shot from June 1962…

Playboy bunnies and their Playboy clubs

Playboy has an enticing and long history. There was a 25 year period 1960-1985 when playboy owned and operated Playboy clubs, 25 clubs in total, all over the world. The “Bunnies” served coctails, flirted with patrons, slipped tips into their cleavage and changed history a little bit for women then.

The original club was in Chicago, Hef’s hometown. The original Bunny’s name was Ilsa Taurins who at the time was dating Hef’s promotions manager. When Ilsa and her mother sewed the costume, satin with a tail and ear’s headband… little did they know what a sex symbol they had just thrown together!

So here are just a few – since you have been enjoying them so much! I don’t have all of their names but provided the ones I have..

Barbi Benton… Playboy’s finest

I am starting to obsess over the show “the girl’s next door” and old issues of playboy. Barbi Benton in particular stands out to me as one of the classic ultimate sex symbols.

She met Hugh Hefner in 1968, when she was booked as “atmosphere” for his t.v. show “Playboy After Dark” which filmed A-list stars performing at hef’s mansion surrounded by Playboy Playmates. She said she pretended to be Hefner’s girlfriend for a couple of episodes and soon found herself living the role full time.

She was 18, he was 42. She was Hef’s girlfriend and lived with him from 1969-1976. She also became a recording star, a Vegas headliner and an actress.

She appeared on an episode of “the girls next door” and the new girls really didn’t care for her – but I googled her that night. I think she is hot as hell and just amazing!

The first classic playboy I bought featured her as Hef’s girlfriend in a spread that was just fun. She was hairy as a russian dairy woman. But it was hot as hell.

I would rather look at her than any of the present day hairless naked mole rats they have in everything now. Enjoy…

And just like that…

Finally the radio silence has ended. I survived the lack of internet, oh and the fucking flu, and I am back just a few pounds lighter.

Still no sex to speak of. GodDAMNit.

Although I have my new friend we will call “lillybelle” at work who tells me about her every orgasm and her stallion man. Which I do enjoy – but it makes me start thinking about far away loves and my born again virgin status.

Yes I am pulling my big girl panties up.

Anyway I missed you all and hope to hear whats new!

Take me now or lose me forever

This post needs no words.

Sex sex and MORE sex

Yesterday my little fumbly-bumbly blog hit a new first. 320 readers in 12 hours. WOW.

I have also received lots of emails about what you want to read. It would seem people like to read what I write about dating and sex and other deliciously dirty things.

I am in the process of developing a daily sex/dating/love blog ready by the first of the year…

It will be here and it will be juicy!

8)

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Office Christmas Party Hookups

I went to my first office party in almost a decade. I have worked for myself for so long that I forgot about it.

Holy fucking drama batman.

The cast of characters was out. The cheater, the desperate to be loved lonely girl, the cute couple, the guy whose girl wasn’t there, the angry friend… I could go on.

Being new to this “office” I knew nothing and noone. Thank god the other new girl showed the minute I did so we clung to each other for a while. After the second glass of wine people started opening up. And with not too much effort I was able to get the scoop on the entire lot of them.

I was then able to sit back and watch them swirl themselves in a vat of martini-based mistakes. It was better than a daytime soap.

What is it about office parties that says one must behave badly, get lit and screw the secretary? Everyone has a camera or a camera-phone. Noone is getting away with anything. It seems to be self sabotage at its finest. With a candy cane on top for emphasis.

I wonder how many marriages end because of an incident from one of these mad parties…

I will be so glad to get the rest of the drama tomorrow at work. If I learned nothing else last night it was that my new work place will be interesting to say the least.