It’s so cold….

I think I’m starting to see what it must feel like to live in very Cold climates. I have gone without a heater now for three nights. Each morning my home is a little bit colder. Each night the chill invades my skin and sticks to my bones a little bit more then the last night. I have permanent frost bite on my fingers, from my over using my computer.
I sleep with longsleeve shirts on and pants when normally I sleep naked. And I only started sleeping in clothes because, the other night, I woke up from rolling over onto 30° sheets, since they were not covered by any of the blankets all night. It felt like somebody threw Coldwater all over my shoulders.
When I work out my sweat just freezes instead of running down my chest.
When I shower, i stand in the water for about 20 minutes, because it takes me that long To thaw out. It is also the only time actually feel warm.
My Water jug which normally resides in the fridge, can sit out on the counter, because it stays just as cold there as it does in the fridge.
I have to get dressed in my bed under all of my covers.
Last night I asked any of my friends on Facebook if I could rent their naked warm bodies, not for sex, just to cuddle with.
I’m looking into buying stock in the Dura-Flame company.
Boiling water takes longer because it freezes before I can start to heat it up.
My pet is hiding in the oven in hopes that I will turn it on to warm them up.
My plants are fine as long as I don’t touch them. If I touch them, their leaves just break right off.
It’s a good thing I don’t have kids living with me or they would probably try to climb back up my vagina.
I was even thinking about maybe taking some of the homeless guys newspaper so I could shove it between my clothes and my skin.
OY! Tonight should be even better.

Just another day in LoLa-Land


Musical Messages

Have you ever had the perfect song start playing at just the right moment? Have you ever thought to yourself, “wow, that’s so weird, that song playing right now, it fits the scenario perfectly.”

Just tonight i had A very long discussion with my ex-boyfriend. We got to some of the heart of what happened between us, and how we fell apart. We discussed some really big things and some honest truths came out, some truths that I never wanted to except. But tonight, the realism of the truth came and hit me right in the face. The reality, that he was aware of two weeks ago, that thing, that he can never change.

Right as we were finishing our conversation, the movie I was watching came to a final conclusion and a band was playing a live version of this song. All I could think to myself was, “how fucking funny is this”? I don’t believe in coincidences, so for this to be playing at that moment seemed so incredibly telling. The song is a perfect fit all the way down to the name. I hope you enjoy this musical standout, it’s an all oldie.

Johnny are you queer

Personally,I think when this happens they are just messages from our spirit guides, telling us what we need to know.

Breasts of all Kinds

I had the funniest thing happen the other night, but it’s all par for the course in my life. One of my girlfriends and I were driving to a show when we started discussing boobs. She has very very small boobs but they are in proportion with her very small body.
She asked me what it was like to have boobs. I told her ” it isn’t all that great. Do you know how tired I am of carrying these thing around?”
” no ” she says as she laughs ” how tired are you?”
” my favorite thing is when my lover comes up from behind and holds them up for me. It takes all the weight off my shoulders and I instantly feel better.” I replied.
She just nodded, then we went clubbing and hours later, when my girlfriend and I got back to my house, we were just walking through the front door, when she came up to me from behind, pulled up my shirt and then unhooked my bra, and just let my boobs fall into her hands. Instantly I was like “awwwww!” And she laughed because it was exactly as I had said, a instant relief.

Then my friend who was with us walks over closer to us. Without a word being said to her about our earlier conversation and nothing had been said since we walked in the door. And without saying a word herself she pulls up her shirt and then her bra herself, and shows us the most amazing perfect boobs I have ever seen; and they were real. Her skin was like a mocha color and her nipples like a slightly darker tan, and they were small and quarter size. Her boobs themselves were perfectly full and round and still right where they should be, and she’s 40!
I can’t get them out of my mind. So of course seeing these perfect breasts, both my other friend and I, had to feel her boobs. My friend promptly let go of my books (the weight came crashing back down on my shoulders), but I hardly noticed, because I was just as awestruck by this perfect pair of breasts in front of me, as she was. We both walked over and got a good feel of her Tata’s.

It was all very odd and funny as hell. I’ve never had a girlfriend cup my breasts before and I can’t say I’ve felt up to many woman. But, I’ll tell you what, I can not get my friends boobs out of my head. Since then I have felt like I have a very inferior chest.
Oh well Just another Crazy night In LoLa-land

Kitchen Storage

On this lovely Thanksgiving morning I am freezing. It would be my luck and yet another test of my stress levels and sanity, that my heater has decided to tank the day before a holiday. One of maybe three days a year when every single store is closed.

I complained about the chill on Facebook and was told to turn on my oven and leave the door open and I had to stop for a minute. Oven? Do I own a oven? I’m not sure my toaster oven is really going to make that big of a difference? But then it hit me! Oh he’s talking about my extra kitchen storage!! That handy dandy large metal cupboard with easy access door that resides in the center of my kitchen. Oh yeah, the oven! But wait, what would I do with all my stuff that is stored in it?

I am trying to remember to stay thankful this Thanksgiving, so instead of thinking about the quickly dropping temperature within my home, I am going to be thankful I have a fire place (even though I only have one log to burn). I am going to be thankful for my many layers of warm clothes and ample bedding choices. I am also thankful that if need be, I always have my extra kitchen storage space in the kitchen and I am also thankful that it has the potential to warm things including me if I need it to. But most of all I am thankful I have a safe secure roof over my head and insulated walls to keep the 30 degree weather away.

Happy Thanksgiving to You all! I wish you all a warm love filled holiday.


Don’t Give Up On Sex

I’ve been having a rough go of it lately. It seems “ex boyfriend issues” is the theme of the month. WOOHOO!!!
It could be so much worse, I could be sick or someone I love could be sick, but instead I am pouting over my very unfulfilled love life. Apparently, I am not the only one.

This morning the news station was asking people to call in with their “drought” number. You know, the number of months you have gone without sex. I thought about it and the longest I’ve gone without sex is six months and I was married at the time. I thought 6 months was a long time, but; Two people called in and said, 4 years! 4 YEARS!!! I would probably forgot what it felt like at that point. Or I would probably pay for it, long before I would go for four years without sex.

Interestingly enough one of the callers was a man and one was a woman. The man said that it had been four years because he was so busy, working and going to school, but now he was experiencing a flood. His comment made me laugh, I felt happiness for this man I didn’t even know. How wonderful he must feel to be getting lots of sex after going without it for so long?

The woman caller did not state why it had been a four year drought for her. She said she finally had some rain fall, but wished she had just stayed inside next to the fire with her book. I felt sorry for her, that would suck, finally have some intimacy and in the end, you’re just disappointed. I really hope she has some good sex soon and I found myself bummed out for her, because she was giving up.

“I wanted to yell don’t give up on the sex!!”
But she wouldn’t have heard me. I wonder if this was just a coincidence (which by the way I don’t believe in) that it was the woman who had a bad time and the man that had a good time during sex. Do men have a easier time at enjoying sex than woman? Or was this just part of those odds factors,”she had a 50% chance of liking it or not liking it?” Are woman just harder to please in be? Am I going to be this woman (here comes the real fear)? Could I end up being to hard to please and I end up going four years or even worse, longer without sex?

Oh the tragedy of that thought!

At The Movies

I hate going to the movies for several reasons.
1- I hate spending what I think are inflated prices
2- I hate that I can’t pause it to pee
3- I hate that I can’t move around in my seat because my back starts to hurt and I become really uncomfortable.
4- I hate that I become so reactive.

Now I need to admit my own malfunction when it comes to the theater, I don’t know what it is, but I pretty much become a part of the movie. I have not only cried at movies, like when Sally Field was telling the rest of the ladies on “Steele Magnolias” about what it was like to turn off her daughter (Julia Roberts) life support. I have sobbed (of course it was the only time I ever took ecstasy) watching “When A Man Loves A Woman”, when Meg Ryan is Yelling at her Husband ” I am not your little problem to solve”. My heart broke and yearned for Daniel Day Lewis in the “Last of the Mohicans”, when he had to leave his love behind, knowing she would be captured and was yelling at her as he gripped her, “stay alive! You must stay alive!” And then he jumps into the waterfall. I mean, I to wanted to get on that spaceship with E.T! I wanted to be Elliott, I wanted to be ” home”. I guess you could say I am very effected by movies.

I have physical responses to things that happen. I have been known to throw my body back in a car chase scene, Or hide behind my purse if its a horror movie. I will literally be physically uncomfortable because of what’s happening in the movie. When I was watching “chamber of Secrets” with my nephew and it was the scene where Harry and Ron are in the spider cave and all the spiders start chasing them, I had a death grip on my nephews leg. I was so fricken scared, He was trying to remove my death grip and was saying “owwww auntie my leg, my leg!” I was so into the film I didn’t even realize I was doing it.

I was watching an intense movie on a plane once and during a scary scene I screamed, jumped and grabbed my armrest so hard I woke up the guy sleeping next to me. He ended up jumping and screaming, because of me. His wife who sat on the other side of him was cracking up and I heard few chuckles coming from behind us.
Tonight my niece reminded me of the fact that I grabbed her arm and scared the death out of her during the last Hunger Games Movie. Tonight’s movie was no different. At one particular stressful moment, I jumped up and threw both my arms out and ended up grabbing both my niece and this perfect stranger sitting next to me. Both of them jumped from my sudden freak out. I felt so bad, especially for the man I didn’t know. But, I did apologize. ☺️
Just another day in LoLa- Land

Eclectic performances

It was another crazy night to
night in LoLa-Land! Once again I found myself wondering “how did I get here”?

My friends and I were at a local bar where normally they have live bands playing. We never really know what type of band is going to be up there. I have heard the sounds of reggae, ska, blues, jazz and like a weird spiritual twangy soft sound, with bells (that one was weird), have all played there. Usually the bands are pretty good. So, my ladies and I like to go there because we get to dance or just sit, listen and watch the crowds of people, marvel at their looks, dance style or the fact that they’re lighting up a joint in a bar. Good times, they are always good times.

Last night we walked into the place and instead of a dance floor, there were rows and rows of black VIP chairs all facing the stage. So, the ladies and I grab ourselves a seat, in the sea of many, and waited to see what would happen next.

What happened next was an interesting assortment of skills in artistic fields and wanting to just be in the spot light, even though they were not very good at what they were doing ( “attempting”maybe would work better here). Suddenly a poet came up and started sporting some really deep, mad rhymes, then a gogo dancer with this shinny jumpsuit and a big black Afro, started dancing. We saw two burlesque dancers strip down from flashy sequined outfits, to flashy sequined panties and pasties with tassels. (I have never before seen tassels spin around with such enthusiasm.) We saw bad magic tricks and heard more amazing poetry. But, I think the coolest performance the entire night came from the fire dancers. Two woman wearing the same black shirts, hip hop shorts and top hats, swinging around these arm extensions made of metal with multi-rods coming off the end like fingers, and all of these ” finger like” rods were on fire. They did an entire routine to The thrift shop song.

My friends and I had smiles on our faces all night. If we weren’t astounded we were at least humored by each performance, as crazy as the night seemed we had a blast.

Just another day in LoLa-Land




You had me giggling all night tonight
Like some kid in a candy store
You seem to me, to be very bright
A quality I happen to adore

I loved your quick witted comments
Let’s hear it for the “tit for tat”
When it comes to funny we’re both dominate
maintaining our conversation took little knack

I loved your sweet startling honesty
The way that made me feel
You just opened your heart up to me
Truthfully it all felt a bit surreal

I adored the way you looked at me
I kept catching you stealing glances
I hope my beauty made you happy
Because I enjoyed all of your advances

I am Shocked at the way you looked
Just The sight of you turned me on
It’s as if you came from the pages of a book
I could look at you until the dawn

Your successfulness is promising
Shows your will to follow through
Even better is your sense of belonging
To something more important than just you

Getting to know you better was a pleasure
I had a very pleasant evening
Our talk will always be one I treasure
I can’t wait for our next meeting

Your wonderful

The Day of Two Dates

I didn’t mean to double up one day. It just sort of worked out that way, because of last minute changes, that I had in one day, a lunch date and a dinner date. Both of the dates were blind dates. Apart from the occasional email communication, I had never met either of them.

My lunch date was with a man who was 51 years old. He was shorter than me, a little chubby and was balding. But he had wonderful smiling eyes and our communication was easy and the flow was never once interrupted by any type of awkwardness. Not only was talking to him easy he made me laugh a lot, and I found myself very attracted to him, purely based on the conversation.

That night I had a date with a man who was 31. He was a really tall contractor, with beautiful eyes and an even nicer body. He was incredibly sexy and very nice to look at. It was the longest lasting meal of my life. Talking to him felt like pulling teeth. I kept asking him questions because if not, we would have been sitting in silence the entire time. I couldn’t wait for the bill to come. When he asked if he could come back to my place with me, I think I almost chuckled as I answered, “NO” way too quickly.

I am 41, and it did not escape me, that these two men’s ages were both 10 years different from my own, but in either direction. Did I have a better time with the older man because he was more mature or did we just have better chemistry? How much did the 20 year age difference between them effect the ebb and flow of our conversation? All I know is that I wanted to see my lunch date again when he contacted me for a second date. But when the 31 year old called, I politely blew him off with my very busy schedule. On a second note,
I like that I don’t seem to let looks effect my opinion or interest in someone. It really isn’t about how you look.

Just another day in LoLa-Land

Coloring Project – The Frog


2010 Summer Reading List

Sookie Stackhouse, the complete stories A touch of Dead
Finger Prints & Facelifts
His First Wife, Gracce Octavia
The promise of happiness, Justin Cratwright
Silk & Shadows
The Honey Thief
The marriage
Ya ya Sisterhood book # 3
The Other Boleyn Girl
Wishful Drinking, Carrie Fisher
3 book flower series by Nora Roberts
The Kept woman
Twlight book # 4
twlight book #3

Coloring Project – The Swan