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…just not on this blog.  I’ve been writing my book.  Seriously…I’ve been writing a couple hours a night and I’m almost finished the first chapter.  Between writing and research for the book, and work and real life, I haven’t had time to update this little thingy.

But don’t worry.

I have several things I have to talk about which I will get to this week.  I promise.  Here they are, just to tease you and make you check in:

  1. I had an interesting conversation with an acquaintance that infuriated me.  It’s about love, sex, and marriage.
  2. My heart is a whore and I’m trying very hard to learn how to be different.  I will explain.
  3. The sale of the deceased old lady next door’s things.  The yardsale is this coming weekend.  I’m emotional about it.

I will also try to catch up on all of your blogs.  I haven’t been reading anything.  I’m such a bad blogger.

Talk to you all soon.

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That title is really really really long, huh?

I have a lot to say, so I’m going to list it to make it easier on me poor addled sleep-deprived brain.  And it ain’t going to be in the order of the title either. 

  1. Why did I get two kittens?  What are their stories?  Why was I even considering getting 1 kitten when I had two fiercely gorgeous bitches at home?  Because I’m a sucker for a sad story and cuteness, that’s why.  The woman, Bobbie, who had given me Roslin, called me 3 weeks ago in a tizzy, telling me that Roslin’s mother had given birth to a litter in her (Bobbie) neighbor’s lawn mower bag.  Bobbie and the neighbor got the kittens and mommy cat situated in a box on Bobbie’s porch.  All seemed well, until that afternoon.  Her town was having a block party and the motorcycles spooked the mommy cat.  She took one of her babies with her and left the other 3.  If you recall, Roslin and her litter mates were abandoned by the same mommy.  Apparently, she’s extremely skittish.*  Hayden was one of the three abandoned by mommy, Nina was the one kitten that the mommy took.  So, Hayden has been hand-fed since day 1.  Bobbie found Nina walking around the backyard last week and brought her in the house.  When I got there, I was coming for only Hayden.  I wanted a boy cat and Bobbie was holding him for me.  But, then I saw him cuddling with Nina.  She looked up at me and I gasped.  Bobbie told me that she had homes for all of the other kittens, but not for Nina.  I just didn’t think and said, “I’ll take both of the babies.”  And that’s how I became a crazy fucking cat lady.  If someone told me a few years ago that I would have this many animals, I would have laughed in their face.  Damn.
  2. And why aren’t people who have multiple dogs mocked and labeled?  I know a lady with 6 dogs and nobody calls her crazy.  Just sayin.
  3. I have to clean my office.  Bad.  You can’t see the top of my desk because of all of the junk in there.  I’m sure nobody cares that I need to clean my office, but writing it hear seems like a promise to myself.  It’s written down, so now I must do it.  Or something like that.  I’m sure I’ll put it off another week or two.
  4. I think I’m going to start recording podcasts again.  They were fun and maybe I can talk some of my friends and family members to be guests.  I’ll talk my sister into it tonight.  Now, if only I could remember how to post the podcasts…
  5. Oh, and I found a webcam in my desk drawer.  How long have I had it…who the hell knows?  I’m not even sure if it’s a good one.  It’s probably one of those webcams that has a delay by a second or ten and the playback is like watching a record skip.  And the audio is out of time with the visual.  I’ll have to check it out.  Maybe I can show you how big of a bitch Stella Marie is.
  6. Oh, Stella Marie.  She is pissed.  I mean, PISSED!!!!!!!!!!  She is all like, “What the fuck is in that bathroom moving around? Why must you do this to me?  I am a spoiled brat and don’t want to share you with anyone?  It’s bad enough you brought that pain in the ass Roslin home…two more?  Bitch, I will claw you until you scream.”  Roslin is so scared of Stella that I had to accompany her to use the litter box.  Yes, I had to stand there while she pooped and Stella hissed like a fucking mental case.  And let’s not even talk about my lack of sleep because of Stella Marie’s hissing, spitting, yowling, growling, and screaming.  Such. A. Drama. Queen.  I told her yesterday that she might as well get all of that foolishness out of her system right now, because the kitties are staying.  She turned her back to me and walked away growling.  She had dingle-berries on her butt, so that kind of diminished her haughtiness.  Of course, I had to cut them out.  So, I guess in some strange way she won that argument.  She certainly wasn’t wiping my ass.
  7. I have to cook cook cook for my mother’s party tomorrow.  She graduated from college, yay, and we’re throwing a gigantic party.  I hate the prep, but it’s so worth it in the end.  It should be a great time.  I’ll try to take some pictures.  All of my stinkies (Morgan, Connor, Rylee, and Colin) will be there. 
  8. Morgan wants a kitten and is coming to visit me today to see my babies.  My sister-in-law promised that if Morgan made the principle’s list she would be able to get a kitten.  She already told me that she’d name that kitten Keira or Zoe.  I asked her, “What if it’s a boy?”  She cocked her head and gave me a raised brow, “Aunt Debbie, I don’t want a boy cat.  How can I have a secret club for girls and have a boy cat?”  Makes perfect sense.
  9. Blog Drama.  Or better yet, Blogworld Drama or whatever you want to call it.  I’ve read about 5 posts in the past day dealing with it and I’m like, what the hell, and creeped out.  Does anyone take this blog shit (or life!) that seriously?  I mean, come on people.  It’s the one way you can be sure I will lose my interest in your blog, write about blog drama or posts dedicated to haters or whatever.  I used to do that and then I realized that it was retarded.  So retarded.  I have haters and I don’t give a shit if they come to my blog 100 times a day.  Happy reading to all, even the people who hate me.  Maybe that’s why my blog isn’t as popular as it used to be.  I don’t care about the blogdrama crap and I’m certainly not signing up for that club.  It’s so tedious and middle school and I have better things to do, like clean my office or learn ninja moves or poopy-scoop 4 litter boxes or masturbate or clean my bellybutton.  When I read a blog, I want to hear about a person’s days or thoughts on politics or how good he/she were fucked the night before or some creative stories or something that challenges my believe system and makes me go and learn something new…that type of shit.  Who buys into this form of Blogs of Our Lives bullshit?  It’s kind of disturbing.  Stop it.  Stop writing about it.  You’ll be happier.
  10. I just realized that my whole family will be at my mom’s tomorrow for the party.  Oy vey. 

*Mommy cat was fixed last week, thankfully.

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Peace of mind

Switching over to WordPress will give me some peace of mind, since they offer some incredible things that Blogger just doesn’t. I’m really liking the fact that I can protect posts with a password. It means that I don’t have to censor myself.

If you are requesting the password, I’ll want to know some stuff about you. So don’t be surprised if you get an email from me asking you a dozen or more questions. I’m not playing around.

Things around here will go back to normal tomorrow. Thank you all for your continued support and friendship over the past 2 1/2 years. I hope that I can keep on doing this and entertaining you all for more years to come.

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Blog for Charity

Okay, so I just submitted somethin’ somethin’ for this wonderful project that came from the talented and gorgeous Peach.

Please check out You’re Not the Only One and support this project. It’s great!

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My tits are on my nerves lately. We have a love/hate relationship. Tonight, I attempted to run without two sports bras binding my boobs to the point of pain. What happened was my having to stop running because my boobs were hurting so bad that I could feel the pain in my armpits. I can’t fucking win, can I? As I walked home I thought about my breasts and what I love or hate about them and here’s what I came up with.

Hate:

  1. I hate that shirts don’t fit me right. EVER. I always have to buy bigger shirts and have them taken in because although they fit perfectly across my chest, the shoulders and waist of the shirt is floating on me. Fucking frustrating.
  2. I hate that I have to pay more money for my bras. I can’t get a decent bra for less than $40. I also have to search high and low for a pretty bra in my size. Yes, there are plenty of granny bras out there, but who wants to wear those. My tits are awesome and I want a beautiful bra to display them.
  3. I hate that I sometimes look vulgar in low-cut shirts because my cleavage starts at my fucking neck and it looks like I’m a cartoon.
  4. I hate that some shirts that I wear make me look heavy and boxy because my breasts stick out so far that shirts (like T-shirts) just fall straight down instead of hugging my waist and hips.
  5. Which means I have to wear tighter shirts, which puts all attention to my tits.
  6. I hate that some people stare at my tits when they talk to me. I like when people talk to me and look at my face. It’s respectful to look at someone’s face while speaking to them.
  7. Cleavage and under boob sweat. The worst.

Love:

  1. I love that my tits get me free drinks regularly.
  2. I love the way my breasts feel. They are real and are soft and heavy, but firm. For some reason, I find it very comforting to rest my hands on my chest while going to sleep. My breasts are cuddly.
  3. I love that I can orgasm from just having my nipple’s stimulated. Yeah, I’m a fucking sex goddess.
  4. I love that when I do wear something tight that my breasts make my stomach look flatter than it is. At least that’s what I think.
  5. I love the fact that my breasts are perfect for titty fucking. Yeah, I said it. Fuck off if you don’t like it. But, titty fucking is hot and there is something extremely erotic about watching my man’s cock sliding between my tits. Oh yes, I did just go there. Deal with it.
  6. I love my cleavage. Even when I compain about it, I love it. It’s perfect.
  7. That they’re mine.

I love my body but I felt the need to vent a little about these dirty dirty pillows I have. They are still hurting from the running. Back to two sports bras tomorrow.

Now, I wanted to thank Katrice for mentioning me in the Thinking Blogger Awards. I’m not much on being tagged or meme’s or whatever. But, I thought this one was nice. I’m not going to give a huge description of each blog since I’ve stroked the shit out of all of you. I’m going to name 5 blogs that make me think. Groovy huh?

Go check them out and love them.

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Hey everybody. I will be taking a two-week vacation from blogging. Things have been extremely busy at work and by the time I get home I’m brain dead. Add in the fact that I have nothing to really write about since I’m at a boring point in my life. Oh, and there’s the whole sister just having a baby/family is driving me nuts/my friends are irking my nerves/I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in ages stuff that’s been going on too. I think it’s time to let myself chill. I need a break. I’m so so so fucking tired. My posts seem a bit stale to me. I need to recharge.

I also have to get to the eye doctor soon for new contacts and glasses, as my eyes are really tired from straining while reading all day long.

So, I don’t want you all to forget about me. Promise me you won’t.

In the meantime, I open this blog up to you all (my beautiful readers). If you’d like to write something for this blog, send me your post and I’ll put it up on here. I won’t proofread it or anything like that (I’m not doing any work on this blog for 2 weeks but I can copy and paste), but I will link to you in the post’s credits (I sound like I’m writing a work email–scares me). The post can be about anything (please make your posts resemble something that goes with the theme of this blog [whatever that is]—no sports shit or posts that are ignorant), you can even have a laugh at me if you want. Whatever. You can talk about whatever you want. This could be fun.

If, however, I receive no emails containing guest posts (I will cry, I think) then please mark your calenders for my return on March 25. I’ll be refreshed and have a renewed appreciation for all that is blogs (Um, yeah). Who knows, maybe I’ll get laid in the next two weeks. I’m not holding my breath though.

If you want to guest post, please send your post to freshairlover75@yahoo.com.

Have a great couple of weeks. It’ll be spring when I come back. Yay!!!!!!!!

And if you really really really miss me….check out my archives.

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It’s the last day of 2006 and I can’t help but feel a bit melancholy. I always do. At least this year I’m going out with a bunch of friends and will hopefully have a great time. But, before I start getting ready (we’re going for an early dinner so I have to drop-dead gorgeous by 6 PM) I wanted to say a few things about this year.

  1. I’m thankful for having the opportunity to meet (albeit virtually, although I have met some of you personally) all of you. I never thought anyone would read this blog and now I couldn’t go on if you all didn’t read this. I love you guys. I really do. Your comments, emails, support, and sense of humor has meant the world to me. I’m feeling very loving right now, so I’ll even tell the lurkers that I love them too. Maybe you all should comment every now and then, huh? That would be so nice.
  2. I have surprised myself with Coquettishly in a way I can’t really describe. I’m proud of that blog and I’m hoping that in the coming year the blog will become a respected and fun resource for people.
  3. I’ve been through a bunch of things this year. Heartbreak. Stalking. Allergic Reactions. Family issues. Coworkers annoying the shit out of me (wait, sometimes that’s really funny so I won’t complain too much). I think that all of these things make me stronger, better, and more prepared for whatever bullshit life throws at me. At least a have a story to tell. At least I know something about life. At least I can recognize goodness when I see it. I always try to live my life with that mindset. This coming year will be better. I know it.
  4. I found Stella Marie this year and I can’t imagine my life without the little hairball. I’ve love to have a dog, but my apartment is too small. I think I’ll adopt another cat this year. Stella needs company.
  5. I’ve been in my current job for a year and I love it. Even as busy and hectic as it can be, I still love it.

That’s all I can think of right now. I’m not doing any resolutions this year, cause I can’t keep them. So, I’m going to try and find happiness in what I have and who I am, instead of looking for something else always. I will be healthier and stronger this year. I will try to be a better friend to the people who matter to me, and that includes some of you reading this post.

And now to the important part….my birthday is in 21 days. January 21. I’m going to be 32….GASP!!! I think I’m better now than I’ve ever been, so I don’t want to hear anything about being old. I can still rock it. I want to do something fun this year (like get laid long and hard, hee hee). I’m open to all ideas about what I should do.

Time for more mushiness….thank you all for being so great. I love you and I hope that this new year will bring you all happiness, love, comfort, and fortune. May all of your wishes come true.

A big, wet, long smooch from me.

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Let’s see, what’s been happening with me.

Yesterday was the crappy day. I carpool with my mom and woke up to my cell ringing. I answer it and she’s yelling, “Where the hell are you?” and I look at the clock and say, “Oh no, my alarm didn’t go off. I’ll be there in five minutes.” I hate driving and wasn’t about to drive myself to the train. I peed, wiped my face off with a wet washcloth, put on dirty jeans and a dirty shirt, grabbed my sneakers and a pair of socks, threw food in Stella’s bowl, and ran out of the door. Got to the CVS parking lot and trotted across in my bare feet with no coat and hair all over the place. My mother was laughing so hard she was crying. I got into the car and tried to make my hair somewhat okay by licking my palm to smooth it. It didn’t work. I have curly hair and it gets nuts when I sleep on it. I put it in a ponytail and that’s where it stayed. I got to work and realized I looked like a zombie, so I put some blush on. I couldn’t care less about the puffy eyes or dark circles. I need coffee. Bad. I got a giant coffee and opened my email to 71 messages of pure hell and people messing up my perfect organized system. Organization has become much more important to me, as I’m now working on 3 monthly publications that range from 180-200 pages each.

My sister is having a boy. My dad cried. My mom is really excited. Now she wants a grand-daughter. I was told that it’s up to me to provide one for her. I kindly informed her that it would probably help if I was in some sort of stable relationship with someone who wanted kids and wasn’t a prick. She told me that I might be onto something. I told her she might be on something. We had a nice chuckle.

My company’s Christmas party is this afternoon. Last year it was held at a really shitty venue. They didn’t have enough food and the drinks sucked. The year before I witnessed two inappropriate hook-ups between co-workers, one of which involved dry humping against a wall and lots of sloppy making out (I couldn’t stop staring) and then after the party we went to a colleagues house for more drinking and ended up watching two co-workers wrestle each other naked. They were male co-workers. They were very hairy. Three years ago, I was so drunk I pissed myself walking across the parking lot of the train station. So, stay tuned for more fun stories. Who knows what could happen. The party is back at our normal place this year. I blew out my hair for this party, so something good better happen.

I was tagged for the first time in the history of my blog by Jessica. Here it is.

According to the rules. Each player of this game lists 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write a blog post of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. When I go to people’s houses, I have to look in their refrigerator. Every time. I do this without thinking. Most of the time, I don’t even want anything from the frig. I’m just nosy.

2. I can’t go to sleep at night unless everything is straightened up and all of the dishes are washed. That means the pillows on the couch have to be fixed, the throw folded, and etc…

3. I always drink a huge glass of whole milk in the morning right when I wake up. I’ve been doing this since I was a little girl. I must do this before I have coffee or breakfast.

4. Unless I’m working out, I don’t ever leave my house in any kind of sweatpants, yoga pants, knit gaucho pants, fleece pants, etc. I will put on a pair of jeans to go to the store or anywhere for that matter.

5. I’m obsessive about my skin care and have been taking special care of my skin, especially the skin on my face, since I was 16 years old. I have never slept with makeup on. I could be shitfaced drunk and still wash my face thoroughly (wash, tone, eye cream, moisturize) before passing out. I have no wrinkles, no ruddiness or redness, no pimples (I might get one once every 6 months or so), no roughness. My skin is baby soft as a result of this and if I have any say, it’s always going to be like this.

6. I hate driving. Anywhere. For any reason. I will sweet talk you until you agree to pick me up. I’ll even give you gas money. Shit, if you’re my boyfriend I’ll even offer to give you a blowjob while you’re driving as long as you pick me up at my house. I really hate it.

I have no idea who to tag, so I won’t tag anyone. If you want to do this, then go ahead.

Now onto my stroking:

Diary of the Nello: She was one of my first readers. She’s hysterical. And she has two of the cutest kids in the world. She hasn’t been posting much, but she’s worth checking out. She also designs websites and such. Shextremelyemly talented.

Dim City: He is hysterical. His post about MySpace is one of the best things I’ve ever read in the blogworld. He’s a great writer and has great perspective. Go check him out.

Edtime Stories: Oh, erotic stories that will make you squirm in your seat. Check his site out and I promise you’ll enjoy it.

More stroking will come next Friday.

Enjoy your weekend and lots of hugs and kisses.

Oh, and go vote for HDW at Green Apple Martini for Weblog Award for Best Diarist. She is a sweetheart and deserves it.

UPDATED: Four gasses of wine adn 5 shots of grey goose vokda.a I’m fuked. I \ca’t freel my feet. my jommom had to drive me home becauaee I’m not lable. No hoodkups. No whatever. I danced mmy ass off. Eveyroel loved my hair becuae they couldj’t get over how straight hit was and how long it is. Where the hell ws judy? I broke it down when the bpklayed PYT by micheale jackxon. Yes, peo;ple i can dance lieka motherfucker. i gottta go because i feel liek it’m boihng to jpuke. I’m going to go tto bed now. bye;ee.

UPDATED: \Drink more or sober up? Thjat’s the queistion.

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