After more than enough entertaining the past week, I am happily tucked into my closet sized hacienda with a new batch of chick flicks to occupy my time. I will probably stay up until the wee hour of the morn with a big box of tissue and a bottle of vino, watching love unfold, like only Hollywood can deliver.
Blondes like a good love story!!
1.22.2009
1.21.2009
An Inaugural Hickie
I spent the inauguration with my New York guy. For the rest of my life, I will equate the inauguration of our first caucasion-less president, as the day I found my neck bruised from a kiss by NY G.
I do not know where we will end up. We may have very well seen the last of each other; I do not know, but it is exciting, just to wonder at the possibility.
Beginnings are always a fabulous enigma, because we hold open the door to everything that is good. We, as humans, think that every new opportunity offers the very key to our happiness. We never enter into the 'new' without the hope of a great outcome, except when we grow older and understandably hold history under our wing; carrying it as a weight that reminds us we can no longer fly with the reckless abandonment of youth and innocence. At the later stages of our perception, we find life too cruel a world, filled with empty promises, that are eager to burn us. But, as evident in our elections; as hardened as we may seem, we always hold out the feather's chance to be reborn from the ashes and rise like a gryphon, anxious to fly again.
In retrospect, Barack doesn't have many more challenges to face than I do. He is coming in as the new girlfriend on the back heels of a self serving, profiteering, gold digging and destructive biatch (current admin), that would make Kevin Federline look like Mother Teresa. Barack will have to prove himself--enduring all the scrutiny and skepticism of a new suitor going after someone who has pulled out of one too many bad engagements.
My taste for successful and slightly older gents leaves me open to the same obstacles to climb. I am already scuffing the tops of my pointed toe, designer pumps, on the recounts of EXs gone bad, way before the main course hits our table. For me, the limitations of the relationship with these gents are not lines drawn in the sand...
OH, NO!!!
They are lines drawn on my napkin with a medium point Sharpie!!
But, I will overcome!!
If the American Peeps can overcome, so can I!!
And you know why?!
Because, as hardened and disillusioned as the last administration made the citizens of this great nation feel; it only took one great first date (campaign) with a charismatic lawyer to make the status quo discover they were in love with their country again. And I may fall short of being a love interest for any of the men I am currently seeing, but just knowing they invested enough time and effort to pursue a first date with me, leaves me with the great satisfaction of knowing they are open to the 'NEW', and the greatness of being with a Blonde.
I may not be the answer to living happily ever after but I am definitely the cliff notes on how it should be.
The Blonde hopes everyone will overcome!!!
I do not know where we will end up. We may have very well seen the last of each other; I do not know, but it is exciting, just to wonder at the possibility.
Beginnings are always a fabulous enigma, because we hold open the door to everything that is good. We, as humans, think that every new opportunity offers the very key to our happiness. We never enter into the 'new' without the hope of a great outcome, except when we grow older and understandably hold history under our wing; carrying it as a weight that reminds us we can no longer fly with the reckless abandonment of youth and innocence. At the later stages of our perception, we find life too cruel a world, filled with empty promises, that are eager to burn us. But, as evident in our elections; as hardened as we may seem, we always hold out the feather's chance to be reborn from the ashes and rise like a gryphon, anxious to fly again.
In retrospect, Barack doesn't have many more challenges to face than I do. He is coming in as the new girlfriend on the back heels of a self serving, profiteering, gold digging and destructive biatch (current admin), that would make Kevin Federline look like Mother Teresa. Barack will have to prove himself--enduring all the scrutiny and skepticism of a new suitor going after someone who has pulled out of one too many bad engagements.
My taste for successful and slightly older gents leaves me open to the same obstacles to climb. I am already scuffing the tops of my pointed toe, designer pumps, on the recounts of EXs gone bad, way before the main course hits our table. For me, the limitations of the relationship with these gents are not lines drawn in the sand...
OH, NO!!!
They are lines drawn on my napkin with a medium point Sharpie!!
But, I will overcome!!
If the American Peeps can overcome, so can I!!
And you know why?!
Because, as hardened and disillusioned as the last administration made the citizens of this great nation feel; it only took one great first date (campaign) with a charismatic lawyer to make the status quo discover they were in love with their country again. And I may fall short of being a love interest for any of the men I am currently seeing, but just knowing they invested enough time and effort to pursue a first date with me, leaves me with the great satisfaction of knowing they are open to the 'NEW', and the greatness of being with a Blonde.
I may not be the answer to living happily ever after but I am definitely the cliff notes on how it should be.
The Blonde hopes everyone will overcome!!!
Omni Hotel, Downtown Austin
I have been spending my weekends in downtown Austin hotels while hosting some out of town guests to spare a DWI. I have to say while I find most of the rooms similar, I have to give kudos to the Omni for tucking a magic wand in the room, behind the bed.
I am fairly certain it was left by a very liberal and over zealous couple, but still I must give the kudos to the Omni and its cleaning crew for the good sense to leave it behind for the discovery to be made by a Blonde who blogs. I made careful effort to sanitized the wand before the photo op was made and for general curiosity. Of course I turned it on; all I can say is it is way too powerful a tool to be using it on any sensitive part of the female anatomy.
After testing my new treasure, I feel certain warning label should be affixed to it, such as:
Sexual use of this toy may hinder the effects of any future love endeavors with a human sexual organ.
This toy has the power of humming a twat clear off in less than 10 seconds.
Intimate knowledge of this wand will make anything that does not vibrate, virtually obsolete.
Wetting of this toy may cause electrical shock!!
Blondes will never use power tools, again!!
1.16.2009
Essential Oils
Oh yes!!
Rub it on!
Rub it in
Yes
Yes, Yes, Yes!!!!
Oh that feels good!!!!!
More!!
Oh, ohhhhh....
I have been rubbing essential oils on me to keep the allergies away and surprisingly enough, they really work.
Peppermint oil rubbed on my neck keeps headaches away.
Chamomile oil rubbed all over my body helps sensitive skin.
Lavender on a cotton puff, gently rubbed on my eyelids stops the itching.
Now all I need is a beach, a man, and a mai tai!!!
Of course, with all this yummy flavored oil on my skin, I could be stuffed, skewered and twisted on a pit and made into a tasty treat to be served up at a private luau for the right guy with the right bungalow!!
Blondes are really slick!!
Rub it on!
Rub it in
Yes
Yes, Yes, Yes!!!!
Oh that feels good!!!!!
More!!
Oh, ohhhhh....
I have been rubbing essential oils on me to keep the allergies away and surprisingly enough, they really work.
Peppermint oil rubbed on my neck keeps headaches away.
Chamomile oil rubbed all over my body helps sensitive skin.
Lavender on a cotton puff, gently rubbed on my eyelids stops the itching.
Now all I need is a beach, a man, and a mai tai!!!
Of course, with all this yummy flavored oil on my skin, I could be stuffed, skewered and twisted on a pit and made into a tasty treat to be served up at a private luau for the right guy with the right bungalow!!
Blondes are really slick!!
1.15.2009
Slick Willies
Last night I had a date with Bird. I call him Bird because his hair is really fine and sticks out like down on a baby duck. It is really cute the way he tries to pat it down.
Anyhoo,
Bird took me to a pool hall.
Yes, a pool hall!
Surprisingly, it was a lot of fun. I felt like I had played this kind of game before.
Hhmmmm....
How to play pool:
Have a few drinks
bend over
spread your legs
poke your rear up
hold the stick
smoothly stroke the stick
smack the ball
balls go in and out of the hole
do this several times until your tired
then have one more drink
talk for a bit
and then go home.
Blondes like playing with men!!
Anyhoo,
Bird took me to a pool hall.
Yes, a pool hall!
Surprisingly, it was a lot of fun. I felt like I had played this kind of game before.
Hhmmmm....
How to play pool:
Have a few drinks
bend over
spread your legs
poke your rear up
hold the stick
smoothly stroke the stick
smack the ball
balls go in and out of the hole
do this several times until your tired
then have one more drink
talk for a bit
and then go home.
Blondes like playing with men!!
1.13.2009
Private Matters
I know I write about many of my dating escapades and for some gentlemen that might be a worrisome proposition, but they need not be so concerned. I offer the moratorium contract to el finito bonds. I have no intention of burning bridges and racking up a super sized tab of bad karma.
No one wants to be splattered on someone's diaretic (diary-therapy) blog and there are always two truths to the stories and the reality in between. I hate girls that rant about bad relationships, as if they had no participation in the matter. Doesn't it get a bit old to play the helpless victim routine. If someone treats you like a dish rag and are able to identify the situation well enough to write in explicit detail about it, than aren't you a total tool yourself for staying at the table washing up the slop you so clearly can see?!!
I wait at least 3 months before writing about past affairs out of respect for the relationship and to give me time to dissect my part in the plot. No matter how awry it went...in the beginning it was good and whomever I was with will be a faded but never too distant memory and I would like to think it wasn't all a hideous waste of time. I am certainly not going to trash anyone who was there for me. I will tell it like I see it but names, dates, and location are hidden well beneath the radar. I write the lesson in the story not the fault or blame.
Some affairs I never write about. After all, my Mother reads my blog. I can't have her thinking I am not the total lady, that she raised me to be, at all times!
Hi Mom...just kidding...you know I am innocent!!
And the rest of you are reading...
this way...
Keep reading...
Now that were past the relationship disclaimer side of things, lets get into the nitty gritty of what is not covered under the bylaws of the blog:
Dates that fail to deliver their goods as pictured in the catalog!! Don't send a photo representing 20 years your junior or 20 lbs your lighter self and show up looking like Uncle Fester or Bob Barker. The light bulb will go off, and the price isn't right!!
Everything else is fair game!!!
Blondes are explicit!!
No one wants to be splattered on someone's diaretic (diary-therapy) blog and there are always two truths to the stories and the reality in between. I hate girls that rant about bad relationships, as if they had no participation in the matter. Doesn't it get a bit old to play the helpless victim routine. If someone treats you like a dish rag and are able to identify the situation well enough to write in explicit detail about it, than aren't you a total tool yourself for staying at the table washing up the slop you so clearly can see?!!
I wait at least 3 months before writing about past affairs out of respect for the relationship and to give me time to dissect my part in the plot. No matter how awry it went...in the beginning it was good and whomever I was with will be a faded but never too distant memory and I would like to think it wasn't all a hideous waste of time. I am certainly not going to trash anyone who was there for me. I will tell it like I see it but names, dates, and location are hidden well beneath the radar. I write the lesson in the story not the fault or blame.
Some affairs I never write about. After all, my Mother reads my blog. I can't have her thinking I am not the total lady, that she raised me to be, at all times!
Hi Mom...just kidding...you know I am innocent!!
And the rest of you are reading...
this way...
Keep reading...
Now that were past the relationship disclaimer side of things, lets get into the nitty gritty of what is not covered under the bylaws of the blog:
Dates that fail to deliver their goods as pictured in the catalog!! Don't send a photo representing 20 years your junior or 20 lbs your lighter self and show up looking like Uncle Fester or Bob Barker. The light bulb will go off, and the price isn't right!!
Everything else is fair game!!!
Blondes are explicit!!
1.12.2009
The Sweet and Sour of Arm Candy
Would you think it’s a special relationship if the guy said he would dump you if he ever had to beg for a blowjob? I am sure a man would find it special to get an 'on demand' oral, but to a Blonde, this kind of statement sums up the character of the man I was seeing and just how special he thought I was.
Arm Candy is expendable!!
He has told me numerous times to look internally at the fault of our break up and I have come to the conclusion that we were equally to blame for this train wreck. He asked me to move in so quickly that we really never had the time to get to know each other. I found myself in a stranger's house trying to make the best of it. I wrote most of the time, sipping a bottle of wine throughout the day and finding I really had no connection to this guy I just moved in with.
He spent the day downstairs working, napping off his zanax, and asking for command oral performances, whenever I walked in the room.
Arm Candy has no other purpose!!
I was playing a blind man’s sport to catch what mood he might be in anytime during the day and I felt as if I had to walk on eggshells throughout the whole affair. Anytime we had a conversation, he would inevitably misinterpret things I would say, so I became frustrated and I just ended up letting him believe it was all my error just to save the peace.
Arm Candy should not have original thoughts!!
He sent me home from a holiday just because I had the audacity to joke around that I was bored and lonely having to tour the town alone while he napped.
Arm Candy does not have the right to complain!!
He was a very serious man with little humor in him and my free spirited and flaky mouth seemed to irritate him. He had little tolerance for my personality or anything beyond my being pretty.
Arm candy should just sit and look sweet.
I learned a very valuable lesson the hard way. You cannot rush into a relationship and expect an easy transition into a long term commitment without having a full understanding of each other to be able to create a harmonious communion.
I also learned that being Arm Candy is hard to swallow!!
The Blonde will find the yin to her yang eventually!!
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