My Christmas

I haven't been feeling much in the Christmas spirit this year.
Been too busy I suppose.
Or just too wrapped up in my own self.
But today, I decided I wanted to decorate the house.
Now, I live with four boys. Four nerd boys.
OCD and man-periods abound. (seriously, and I thought girl scout camp was bad?)

So I didn't get a tree.
One didn't want the mess.
One vetoed because of possible insects in the tree.
Yeah... sometimes they are more female than I am.

Instead I decided to get creative. This is my Christmas.
Yup. I strung lights and ribbon and bulbs on the bulletin board. :)
Very festive I think.

The Birthday Bucket List

go back to Whiskey Wild
Because there are always good times to be had at that Bar. Dancing and drinking, flirting with the boy all gives a confidence boost guaranteed.

get a massage from the boy
Because I never get a proper one that leads to.. well, you know... and I want to. And what else should you do in your birthday suit?

see all my friends from home
I miss them and they know just exactly what to do to make me laugh.

Go to a country concert
duh. I love country. duh.

Ride a horse
because I never get to anymore.

Just what I needed... from a tree.

My favorite book as a child was The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. I still love the concept. If I had a magic tree in my back yard I would want it to not giving me anything I wanted but just exactly what I needed.

This tree just hands out the just the thing I need at the exact time I need it. Think of the sorting hat at the end Harry Potter Order of the Pheonix. Maybe I should call it just-in-the-nick-of-time tree. I could ask for money which is the most popular answer by far. But money only gets you so far. My tree can dole out answers to my fears just by the pure driving need. Getting what you want every time isn't always best but if you can get what you need you'll always be fine.

I could use a little tree insight for my life.

Stonecold Confession.

Last night I was innocently playing WoW to my little nerd heart's content when one of my housemates said good night. I turned to get up and say goodnight and much to my surprise and embarrassment to see he had quite the hard-on going on that was peaking through his boxers. He was stoned and probably had no idea. But I slyly turned my head to hide my blush and said goodnight and slumped back into my chair and back to my computer. He stumbled off to bed. I promptly left the area to scrub my eyes with bleach.
Yipes...

Images.

As you may have noticed, the few of you that may frequent here, I have been playing around with the look of my blog. I'm still not really a fan of the title and the photo looks cool but doesn't really pander to the image I want to create. Heck, I don't even really know what the image is I'm trying to present.
I want to be kick ass and it still be me (because as much as I connect with those kick ass heroines of my books, I'm really not that kick ass. I'm really just a wuss with a big mouth.) I have yet to find something that suits my purpose. Something a little sexy yet not porn.
So yeah... if you have any ideas toss them out. Also, if you've just stopped in, read further in. I'm pretty sure you'll find something more interesting that this.

Also... Why suddenly in all things related to internet is 'doesn't' not a word? Has anyone else noticed that little red line just randomly appearing under the word mocking you like your second grade teacher?
No?
Maybe that last part's just me.

And a voice like honey...

I answered the phone this morning at work and I almost swooned at the soft voice laced with honey that answered back. One of my coworkers just calling in to check the schedule. But blaDOW, did his voice make me weak in the knees.


It's a good thing no one actually knows I'm that easy.

What's a girl got to do to get some action?

It wasn't what I had hoped.
It was a back rub.
Just a back rub.
But nothing I had been craving.
He had been putting it off so long I had thought there would be more to it.
I guess that's what they mean when they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Fantasies and dreams take flight while waiting anxiously for the prize to come.
It was nice. I guess beggars can't be choosers.
But I had hoped it would lead to something a little more.
I mean, come on, isn't that what guys are supposed to think back rubs are for?
But no, of course not. Not this time, not the next time either probably.
What's a girl got to do to be seduced?