Another Request

A special someone asked for an update on Pete. So, what is a girl to do but honor one's wishes?

This will be a quick update as it's my crazy week at work and I am on a quick break to scarf down an orange, some celery, and slam a Dew.

Things with Pete are good. Last week we went through a bit of slow spell. We didn't see each other in person except for about a total of 30 minutes. We just couldn't seem to coordinate times.

I was doing my thing. He was doing his. It was all good, until I went all girly (shocker I know) and told him I felt like he was dissing me. Hey now peeps...It was that time of the month a'right. I was overly sensitive. And I was not feeling the love.

We talked it out last night and we're back on track. Well, we never were really off of track. We just needed to have that conversation.

Finally! A man I can have a conversation with about how I feel and have him actually listen, validate my thoughts and feelings and want to work on the situation/situations at hand instead of blowing me off and running away like a little boy.

In case y'all are wondering, he is currently the only one on the grid. I wouldn't go so far as to say we are in a committed relationship but we are dating.

It's kind of freaking us both out a little bit because it's not what either one of us expected so you'll either see us come together in a committed relationship or continue the dance of pushing each other away and then pulling each other back in or end it completely in the coming months. We're talking about a trip to Mexico in April...

All I know is we have fun together, we like each other, his girls and I have bonded, and he's my special someone right now and I am his special someone right now too.

And in the spirit of big cute beach girl (http://bigcutebeachgirl.blogspot.com) the funniest thing said last night was
Me: "My pants keep falling down tonight. They won't stay up." (I was wearing low rise jeans without a belt.)

Him: "Wow. What a shocker. They always seem to come off around me."

And then we proceeded to take 'em all the way off.

I'll let your imagination figure out the rest.

Back to work I go...hi ho...hi ho...

Peace and Love Peeps

Oh, and I know beach girl could have made that seem funnier. It's my lame ass attempt to crack y'all up like we cracked up over the exchange of words.

And for the love of god, will someone tell me how to insert the links in the middle of a post instead of typing out the url?

Help a sister out. I am feeling inadequate again. Me no likely feeling that way or feeling like I am not one of the cool kids.

By Request

I am sure there will more pics taken tonight but this one was snapped, with the camera phone, last night before we hit the streets.

Some of ya' wanted to know what I look like without the glasses so here's a sneak peek.



So what do ya' think? Beside the fact that I look kinda' bug eyed, do you like the new look? Be honest. I can take it. Really.

Let me hear it.

Peace and Love Peeps.

How We Do

After a night of


we partake in


Since we've been doing a lot of the scooby snacking lately, me thinks this is why the holiday pounds are sticking around.

And no, we didn't stop at 4 gooses that night. This particular night was one in which we left the Alehouse and went to people watch and dance at the casino in town. Upon more rounds of the goose and shaking our groove thing we hit up the scooby snacks.

And yes T, that is chicken fried steak with biscuits and gravy for me you see. It'd been since my birthday. I gave in. I had to. Can you dig it?

Let's talk about some other random crap shall we?

I've been wearing my contacts like a good girl. I didn't think I would ever say this but I don't like them anymore. I remember a time when you couldn't get me to put glasses on and now I want 'em back. I want them back something fierce.

My eyes are dry. I feel naked without my glasses. You can see every freaking little eyeliner smudge and holy hell can you ever see the lines and puffy eyes after a night of drinking and staying up late.

Plus, at least four peeps have told me I don't look as intimidating without them. Not that I am trying to intimidate anyone but it is helpful from time to time in my line of work.

I know I will get used to them and I know I have to wear them but for now I want to bitch about it. A'right? A'right.

I took some time off this week because it's fixing to get crazy up around here again. Ya' know home less and less. On the road again. Yippie.

What'd I do on my little vacation?

We went skiing one day and the rest of the time I vegged out. Well, after staying up late dancing, drinking, laughing...just kicking it. I'm getting too old for that night after night I think. I just don't recover like I used to. Y'all feel that too?

Tonight I'd really like to curl up with a book and the kitties because tomorrow is certain to be a long night. It's M2's and Ace's combined bday celebration. But nooooo, I told Kyla we'd go dancing tonight since I bailed and stayed in last night. Ah, the choices we make.

Oh, how could I forget to update ya' on the reading I got Wednesday night. Apparently this is a year of expansion for Mo. The holding pattern I have been in is no more. Later on this year I will have to make a choice between two men. My dreams will become more and more vivid and I should listen to what they are trying to tell me and quit denying my own psychic ability. Also, February 9th I will meet someone who will change my life and continue to protect me in a guardian type of relationship.

When I take the funky ex to court I need to make sure I have legal representation (uh ya' think?) and make sure everything is in order. He apparently is hiding assets (T, JP, M2, and Tra: Do we even think this is possible? It's probably her money she sees. Ha.) and he will try to settle, want me to compromise.

The lady doing my reading looks at me and says, "Why in the hell were you ever married to him, once let alone twice?" I wasn't shocked that she knew that without me telling her but my mouth dropped just the same. I was like "I wish I knew." She says, "Well you can't change it and I know you are embracing it and making the right decisions now so just make sure you nail his ass to the wall when you go to court." That's the plan man.

And finally, what I have been hoping for deep down and wishing for will come true.

I'll keep y'all updated obviously on all of the above. When I figure it all out that is. Two men? Do I have to choose? Who is my guardian? What am I really wishing and hoping for? Hmmm...

And the most random of all things today? It's a good thing but it was random. Jasmine took a poo in the box. Yes peeps. In the box. She took a big hairy fiber pill induced dump in the booda dome.

I was so proud. Now the question is will she continue to do so. Y'all know I've been happy as long as she is pooing. On the floor, in the closest, by the entertainment center...it is all good as long as she is taking a poo-e. Honestly, I'd like the box but as long as she is going we are both happy. Here's to hoping she continues to use the box.

And the weirdest thing today? Leaving the liquor store and being hit up to buy a box of CampFire cookies. Are you kidding me? It's Friday night and you have your kid outside of the liquor store in the strip mall where there is a Best Buy, a B&N, a JoAnn's, pet stores, etc. to ask peeps to buy a box of cookies. Oh wait. The liquor store probably has the most foot traffic so maybe it was a good idea.

And in case you are wondering, I did my part. I bought a box of creamy smooth mint patties. For freaking $5.00.

Anyway, I'm off to relax before it's time to hit the streets again. Hope things are good in your world.

Peace and Love Peeps.

Heathen Whore Going to Hell

Now that I have your attention, let me tell you a little story.

The day of the Ohio State beat down I went to get a pedicure. My toes were in dire need of a new polish and I was feeling the dark polish. You know. The goth, vampy polish. I decided on a really dark purple from OPI. Sorry. I don't know the name but I thought it fit the bill.

What I do know is while I was soaking and waiting I was texting and taking phone calls. Personal ones so we were talking about some of the needs for the night. You know, like who was going to be there, could you pick me up some limes on the way, what had happened the previous weekend, etc.

I was laughing. I was having a good time. I was in my own little world.

This little old woman getting her nails done proceeds to stare me down. She was giving good stink eye if you know what I mean. I smiled at her and asked how her day was going. Big mistake.

She proceeds to give me the third degree about being there on a Monday early afternoon and wasting my life away since I obviously didn't work. I wasn't a responsible adult giving back to society, blah, blah, blah.

I was like um, excuse me. Have you heard of vacation? I didn't say anything because I was floored.

Then I about fell the eff out. She proceeded to tell me I was a heathen whore that was going to hell.

Yes peeps. She called me out. She called me a heathen whore and said I was going to hell all because of the way I was dressed, because of the conversations I was having, and oh my lord because I selected a dark polish for my toes.

I'd love to tell you I came back with a snappy comment and that I was dressed like I deserved such a comment but y'all, I was wearing a camo tank top under a green hoodie with a pair of jeans. Does this say whore to you?




All I could do was say something to the effect that I appreciated her opinion and that we are all entitled to one.

I was taught to respect my elders so I didn't want to go off and say something like "Really. Will I see you there?" or to tell her to mind her own bisnatch or something to that effect.

And to be honest peeps, I was so shocked all I could do was sit there with my mouth hanging open for a few seconds.

The owner of the shop was extremely apologetic. When all was said and done, I ended up with a free pedi and the woman's words ringing in my ears.

Now you can tell all your friends you know a heathen whore that is going to hell. I hope y'all are joining me because it's going to be one hell of a good time!

You know it booooy!

Oh, and I must, I must increase my gym time. Like the double chin, fat face, and holiday poundage that came back with a vengeance? Yea, me either. But hey that's how heathen whores roll.

Seemed Like a Good Idea

At the time, it seemed like a good idea to



and then go



But after falling half way down the lane, ending up on my ass, and crawling back down the lane so as not to fall again, the idea didn't quite seem like such a good one after all.

At least I bowled a 112 and a 142 and laughed about the fall along with everyone else but I gotta' tell you, my ass hurts something fierce. It's a nice shade of black and blue too.

Peace and Love Peeps. I have to go take a nap before tonight's festivities. Work party at the casino. Can you dig it?

Won't You Go Away?

I love me some snow. Really I do.

I really love it when you can play in it, when you can enjoy it from the comfort of your home fireside, when you can ski in it, and especially when it is all nice, white, and fluffy.

I've only played in it twice (damn work keeps getting in the way). I can't enjoy it fireside because we are on a burn ban. Skiing? Well, we went once this weekend.

What I don't love is when it starts to look like this


I also don't love it when it's been around for over a week and more keeps on falling and I have to drive in it with the idiots who don't know how to drive in it nor do I appreciate the ice that keeps forming over it nightly and I never thought I would say this but I want to get back in a pair of heels. I am tired of wearing the black, sensible, leather loafers.

So, I bid you farewell...



Bring on the rain and temps above freezing please.


Peace and Love Peeps.

Happy Birthday

A life cut too short.

My hope is we all remember and continue toward his vision.

Shopping w Ace & Life Changing Eye Update

Ok, another late update for you. I know I have been a bad girl. Work has been kicking my arse (still) and honestly when I get home, the last thing I want to do is log back onto a computer.

I've been spending a lot of time vegging. Me thinks it has to do with the weather and having the winter blues. The kitties and I have been spending countless hours curled up either in bed, on the couch, or in the favorite leather chair reading. This weekend I read three books alone.

Yes. I am a nerd. Nerds rock. Don't hate.

Today's late update? As the title indicates, shopping with Ace and the eye update.

I love shopping with Ace. It's become somewhat of a thing for us to hit up Ikea. This trip was more fruitful than the last visit. We actually filled up the basket.

Really. We did. See.


I stocked up on candles and Ace stocked up on bedroom stuff. I can never have enough candles. It's a necessity in my life. I'm a candle maniac. I'm borderline pyro. Recognize.

Shared with permission. Take chocolate to the scented candle section and what will he gravitate toward?


The watermelon scented candle. No joke folks. We had to take a picture and got a joke out of it.

Hey Ace, remind next time not to spend the extra cash on the scented Ikea candles. They smell delicious in the package but give off absolutely no smell at all when burning.

The Body Shop scented oils? Well, let's just say very fragrant but that is a combo I more than likely won't be doing in the future.

In case you're wondering peeps, I mixed the golden apple with the fireside. It is a very manly smell. It's not a bad smell. Just very masculine. I like a little bit more of a girly scent.

One of these days I will find just the right one scent. If you have any ideas to share, pass 'em along. I've tried the brown sugar and fig, the cinnamon, the pumpkin, the martini one from Bath and Body Works collection and I have yet to be satisfied.

Ok, so back to Ikea. Our tradition is slowing becoming a dinner like this.


Yum. $0.50 nitrates. Crunchy chips and coke. What beats an indulgence like that?

After Ikea we headed to the mall.

How many of you know about the Red campaign? I wanted to do my part and thought a tshirt was in order. So, I saunter over to the Red section in the Gap and decide I like the boy shirts better than the girl's selection. Come on. I live in the PacNW. I need me some long sleeve action right about now.

I settled in on this one. The pic is of the girl shirt so can you see why I'd go for the boy long sleeve one?


Now, when you see this for the first time do you read it like the word or do you, in your best southern accent, turn to your friend and say "Bow Red? What's that?"

Does your friend then turn to you and say, "I think it's for Bo Derek."

Do you then say "Bow Red" a few more times before it registers.

The shirt says BORED peeps. Bored.

Um, ok. We both suffered from a blonde moment. Cracked our shit up. I quickly added it to the jean purchase from the Gap.

After the Gap, we headed over to Lenscrafters, after a brief stop in A&F. I needed advice on which frames to get. You know you need a friend in your life that is going to tell you truthfully what looks good and this friend needs to have a sense of style too. Said friend for me is Ace.

We spent some time in there with my new friends, Julio and Jonathan.


Remember when I said ring it up baby? Well, I rang it up alright. Jonathan and Julio stayed late with us. It was like having my own personal shoppers. When all was said and done, I picked up three sunglasses and three pairs of RX glasses, one a pair of RX sunglasses and two frames for my blind self.

About $2400.00 worth spent. Now the reimbursement check needs to come back in. Ace is sporting one of the pairs of Chanel glasses I purchased in the above picture.

I'll take pictures of all the other glasses for you later but let's just say they are all Chanel and Bvlgari. Remember...I had money to spend.

The next day I went in for my eye exam and was promptly told I have to get out of glasses and back into gas perm contacts. Remember my buzz kill left cornea that was too thin for me to have Lasik? Well apparently it is something more serious. If I don't correct it by wearing the contacts, I could be looking at a cornea transplant situation in 5-10 years.

You can read more about the condition that affects me called keratoconus here www.trafficshaper.com/KC.html

The doctor was great with the diagnosis, helped to put me at ease, and took the time to answer all the questions I had. He also sent me to a specialist later in the week to make sure everything was truly ok before I get my lenses.

Everything is good. For now.

I call this my life changing event because for me, it is. This is pretty serious stuff. To know what I have going on is a relief (finally those halos make sense!)and to know I can deal with it is all good but honestly, I'm a tad shaken up.

There. I finally said it. Well, typed it. It's a big deal and it freaks me out. But I am going to do whatever I have to do to deal with it.

If that means getting back in contacts and out of the glasses, bring it on. The doctors assure me advances have been made with the gas perms in the last five years that will allow me comfort while wearing them for hours on end and traveling like I do.

If it means a transplant down the line, well...I will cross that bridge when I come to it.

For the time being, I'm just going to keep on keeping on...

Winter Wonderland

1.5 feet and counting...



No relief in sight...




Wanna' go out and play but am being responsible and being a good little worker bee.

How are things where you are?

Christmas 2006

So let me catch you up to speed, many days late.

By now you know I played Santa and wrapped more presents than I care to count for Pete. So in case you are wondering I did indeed spend part of Christmas with him and the girls.

I was over at his place for Christmas Eve and part of Christmas morning. How'd we spend the time you ask?

Good ole' fashioned quality family time is how.

I arrived after 1:00 PM. We placed my contribution to the festivities under the tree and kept the rest hidden until much later.



A crafty beaotch like me just had to make some bows, bust out the paint, foam stamps, juice can tops, ribbon, and glitter.

I wouldn't have had it any other way and believe me, I didn't hear the end of it. Finally, now, weeks later, they have stopped picking on me for not being "normal" and using curly ribbon and tags.

I ask you, my fellow crafty sisters, did you do the same with your gift wrapping? Are they on to something? Am I not normal? I mean we know that already but given the spare time and desire to be crafty, did you get creative too?

They, by the way, is Pete and his roomie. His roomie still has his W and snowflake creation so secretly I know at least one of 'em appreciated my craftiness.

As the afternoon progressed, we sat by


and Pete read


As nightfall approached, we made cookies and set out reindeer food (carrots on the deck), opened a few presents and proceeded to have a marathon game playing session of


This is the girls' favorite game. I think I have played it more times in the last two months than in all of my years. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying.

The biggest joke and saddest part of it all? The game has been imitating my real life. I manage to end up with no children but have my fair share of investments. Finally on New Year's Eve I "had" a child.

Anyway, Pete cooked dinner while I played with the girls and sometime around 10:30 we were able to put them to bed. After a safe enough amount of time had passed, we got Santa's presents from my car and put them in their rightful place.

Pete and I then curled up by the fire and watched my all time favorite Rudolph. You get no more details than that. We're all big girls and boys. You can figure out what happened next.

Sometime in the early morning hours the oldest got sick and instead of going to Daddy, she came upstairs to find me. I officially have been thrown up on multiple times and have taken care of a sick child in the middle of the night.

Christmas morning came. Breakfast was consumed. Sick child feeling much better. Presents were opened. Presents were played with.

I said my goodbye's and departed so I could get back home to change and head over to spend Christmas day with M2, family, and Ace.

We went to a friend's for the celebration, watched some ball, and proceeded to lay the smack down while playing


Ace, M2, and B...I feel the need for some more Uno. How 'bout you?

So there you are peeps. Christmas 2006.

Oh, and I know some of you want to know what he got me don't you? I received a substantial gift card to Barnes and Noble and a gift certificate for a massage and facial. He got a iPod nano from me.

Next up later this week? Shopping (Katherine will be so proud; can you say Chanel sunglasses and glasses), life changing eye stuff, New Years, and business results.

I'd love to tell you it will be tomorrow but let's be real here. Ohio State and Florida play tomorrow. You know where I'll be and what I will be doing.

The Buckeyes better bring it home. Especially after my #2 team, the Seahawks, took down my #1 team the Cowboys...by 1 freaking point yesterday. I guess that would make the Seahawks #1.

It's all good. It'll be good for business so I'll take it. But seriously, one point? Romo, I know mistakes happen. We are all human. But did you have to drop the ball like that in the 4th? I'm sure you feel bad enough so I won't go on.

So, stay tuned. Updates will be coming, providing our next round of wind, rain, ice, and snow forecasted for this week don't wreak havoc on the power again.

Peace and Love Peeps.

Hanging In There

Hey Peeps!

First and foremost, Happy freaking New Year!

How many of you stayed up and rang it in?

I was in bed, snug as a bug, with the kitties by 11:30. Pretty pathetic that I couldn't make it until midnight huh?

I had to be at work nice and early the next day. Yes, you read that right. I worked on New Years Day. Aack. Officially it was a holiday but I still had to work. Someone has to make sure the books were balanced and that someone is me.

Anywho, I also had a sleepless Thursday - Sunday so going to bed, alone, early was just what the doctor ordered.

I know. I know. I've been a bad blogger. I still haven't shared Christmas with you and here I go talking about New Years.

I'm back on the road tomorrow and let me just say my numbers are less than stellar so it may not be until this weekend when I update you on Christmas, shopping, the eye doctor change of life and broke down bank account among other things.

Hope you can hang in there with me.

Mad love to each of you. Peace and Love.