Video!! Finally!!

So here's the video...I'm so happy it's finally finished. I loooove how it turned out, and I know you will too! Let me know what you all think!!

Coming Soon!!!

My video is finally FINALLY done!!! I am waiting on the finished cut from my friend, and then I'll be posting it up for all to see!!!

I can't wait to share it...I had so much fun making it and I hope you have as much fun watching!

Unsuitable Topics for Discussion

Maybe I think too much about peeing. I don't know, I do it so often (I'm an avid water drinker), that I am forced to think about it a lot! All I know is as I sit down on the toilet that fifteen or so times a day (maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit), it's what I think about. I know that a lot of people can use that time to think about other things...some people read, browse magazines, whatever. Some people may use that time to ponder their life problems, bills, budgets, divorce, dating...whatever. All I know is that I think about...well...pee. I can tell you what color my urine is depends on what time of day it is. I can tell you that most of the time it smells like rice krispie treats (perhaps it's the vitamins I take?). I can tell you what it sounds like in different toilets that I use in the course of a week. I can tell you that I cannot sneeze (as we have already discussed, a few weeks back), while I am in the midst of a steady stream. I can tell you way too much about my bathroom relief. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. I have actually become such an expert at the bathroom game, that I can sometimes tell who is in the public office bathroom with me just by the sound of their stall behavior. O.K. Now I do shamefully admit that there is something wrong...

I think that people in general think it is taboo to discuss these types of things. But I feel like, everyone does it, or at least, if they are healthy they do...so why can't we talk about it? Is it so embarrassing to someone that something so unclean comes out of something so precious? It's a matter of fact that people like to discuss it more than they want to admit. I have had more conversations about what goes on in the loo than you can imagine. And it comes up in a myriad of social situations...from family gatherings to cubicle discussions in the office. Somehow the conversation of excrement comes to occur. Maybe this is why I am so observant of when I relieve myself...because I'm sure it's going to come up in conversation at one time or another in the near future.

Am I the only one who spends my private lavatory times partially preparing for deliberation later with my friends and family? I don't think that I am...because more often than not...the other participants in my circle of discussion are all too willing to share their own opinions on the "matter." Maybe it's time I stop thinking about it now though...I kind of have to pee.

The City By the Bay

Sorry it's taken so long to post. I have been traveling...to the Fog City. Had a great time, ate a lot of good food. Caught a cold on the 6 hour plane ride.

It was only the second time I've been to San Francisco...but it was a much better trip this time then the last. The food in San Fran is the best! Everywhere I went I got a great meal deserving of a write up in any national "foodie" magazine!

What is most strange about it all is that despite the overwhelming amount of amazing restaurants that San Fran has to offer, the majority of people there are thin. Maybe it's the hills? Walking burns calories...? All I know is that I'd be hard pressed to stay as sexy as I am if I lived there....it's all too much food goodness!

On another note...as soon as I got back to work, (with my head cold, jet lag and all), I was moving some stuff around with one of my co-workers. It's a job we often get stuck doing...rearranging things around the place. We began joking that with all the redecorating and heavy lifting that we do, we should become professional movers. The idea developed into the thought of us opening a business of naked movers. Nude Move. Move your Stuff in the Buff. Birthday Suit Movers. Any ideas?

I don't know. All I know is that it would probably make us a lot of money. I look good naked...great actually, and for what I know, he does too...and who wouldn't want to watch beautiful people transport your furniture while undressed?

Then again...things happen when your naked, that may not be too pleasant on someone else's furniture....hmmm...do i need to rethink this one?

Excretion Impossible?

How come we can't pee and sneeze at the same time?

Is it a physical impossibility? Do our bodies not allow two expulsions of liquid at one time?

I don't understand it. Especially now in the crux of Spring....when my allergies are raging. (Though I'm not complaining about the fact that it's spring.)

I enjoy sneezing. I also enjoy peeing. They are usually both a welcomed release. But I hate having to interrupt one to do the other. Honestly, I don't want to be in the public bathroom at my job any longer than I have to be...and breaking out into a sneeze-fest in the middle of urinating only prolongs that business longer than necessary.

I think that it's the same with blowing your nose and peeing, though I've never tested the theory.

It makes me wonder...what else won't my body allow me to do at the same time?

Inappropriate Touching

So...I'm a big fan of touching...in my private personal life. I love it when my man touches my neck...the small of my back...the inside of my...well, mostly anything actually. But when a stranger crosses that line, I have to say, it ain't fun.

It happens all the time, on the elevator...in a store. Last night I attended a business cocktail hour...which may have been two hours, but who's counting when it's open bar. It was supposed to be one of those "Meet and Greet" networking things...which I must confess, I'm pretty good at. Anyway, it's strange the number of people, men and women, who find it OK to touch someone they just met. More than once I had a newly made acquaintance grab my hand or arm. One woman grabbed the fabric of my skirt and told me how much she liked the material. The worst of it was when someone was trying to get past me in the restaurant...he put his hands on my
waist and moved me out of his way. A few minutes later, he handed me his business card. Talk about fuck and run.

Whatever...

On another note. I was not around last week (sorry folks), but I was doing something fun that I'm preparing to share with all of you...I was playing around with some of my friends, and we put together a fun video. It will be ready for viewing soon...but here's a preview of what's to come...I know you'll enjoy it...

Parking Rot

I waited 45 minutes at a Parking lot to get my car last night. It wasn't because the lot was super busy. Actually, I got there before the rush of people. I stood and waited, holding my purse, tote bag, and shopping bags, teetering on my heels, after a long day of working, and watched car after car leave the lot…with mine no where to be found.


I am extremely nice and polite to the drivers. I tip them every time I drop off AND pick up my car. And last night, I never asked where my car was. I only stood there. And each time they drove a car up the ramp, they looked at me and said nothing.

Finally after 45 minutes of waiting, one of them inquired what was going on. Someone had marked my parking ticket as "closed out." And so one realized that my car was never retrieved from the cavernous lot below. They apologized profusely, got me my car, and I left for home.

So my question is this... Where did the times go where an attractive woman carrying a ton of packages would get a little special treatment? I know for a fact that in the past (10, 15, 20 years ago), if I were standing in the same situation, the men who drove the cars would have paid attention to me. They would have asked me if they could help, hold my bags, open the door for me. They would have directed me to a bench where I could rest my weary (and sexy heeled) feet. They would have gotten my car right away! Is it wrong, in an age of "female empowerment," to expect a little more respect for the gentler sex? Where have the times of sexy women getting a little special treatment gone?

And never mind all that, where have the times of ANYONE getting proper customer service gone?

Bienvenido a Miami

I love South Beach. It's one of the only places where I can find older women as attractive as me. I feel comfortable there. While I was there, P Diddy, or Diddy, or whatever his name is this week, was having a party. InStyle magazine had their annual Inside InStyle expo. And the Gay and Lesbian Film Festival was taking place. And these are only three of the things that I happened to notice. There were so many people out and about it was outrageous. I got an amazing tan and showcased my new summer wardrobe nicely.

We saw Teddy from the MTV show Ocean Drive, not so much famous as he is gorgeous…and plenty of other "beautiful people" just ripe for the picking. Of course, there were some not so beautiful people there as well. It amazes me how many women will wear skimpy tops and short-shorts when they should clearly not be. I mean….I understand feeling good about yourself….but…maybe some people should think a little harder before sharing their confidence w/ the world.

The best part of my extended weekend, however, was the amount of times I got hit on. My favorite was an incredibly well dressed, attractive woman, who couldn't take her eyes off my assets…and I wasn't even wearing my best outfit (see below).

She repeatedly brushed her body against my arm, back, etc…and bought me and my friends more than one round of drinks. I admit that I enjoyed the way she drank me in…and I definitely took the time to give a little flirt back to her. It just goes back to prove that it doesn’t matter what gender, age, sex, sect you are…getting admired is always a positive thing.

Ten-Pin Bowling

Earlier this week I was invited to an afternoon of bowling with some perfume models I know. I haven't been bowling in years, but since there are lanes popping up everywhere recently I figured I'd give it a shot.

I was quite amazed at the layout of the place...way different than what I expected. We actually had cocktails and lunch before we even started playing the game! After my two Cosmo's and an order of Tomato and Cheese S'mores...we broke up into teams and picked our balls. Ten pounds suited me fine, though I imagine others might have quite a problem with ten pound balls. But let me keep my mind out of the gutter…since quite a few of my balls went there!

Anyway, I find it interesting how popular bowling has become again. When I was younger, bowling was the thing to do…but I think that people lost interest for a while. Now…boy…it's definitely back in full swing. I read the other day about Carmen Electra and Kirsten Dunst doing some bowl for charity event. Brandon Roth used to work at Lucky Strike before becoming the man of steel. The lanes I went to even has a dress code! And I've been carrying a Mark Jacobs handbag modeled in the style of a bowling bag for years…but my obsession with handbags is another story.



I don’t know what it is about bowling, but I really find it enjoyable. Maybe it's the fact that I'm pretty good at it (at least in my group of friends I am!). I did score the highest on both teams. Maybe it's the fact that there is so much precision involved. The perfect ball, the perfect finger hole, the perfect stance. It's a lot like sex, actually, which I'm also pretty good at. Whatever it is…I have to make sure that I keep this on my regular list of things to do.

Tomorrow I'm headed for Miami for the weekend...I can't wait to share my exploits!

What-wurst?

I've never seen anything like it in my life. I was at a friend's house for dinner, having a pleasant time, drinking wine. We were socializing, eating appetizers, loosening up. And then we sat down to dinner.
First came the salad…nuts…cheese...lettuce…blah blah. Then, the second course is put in front of me…and it's a BIG PINK DICK ON A PLATE! With sauerkraut! And I'm supposed to EAT IT! Look. I'm no prude. I'm also not shy around penis…I've seen many in my life. But do I want to sit down to dinner and cut one up with a knife and fork? Not really.

I'm curious to know what compelled my neighbors to serve me a big bratwurst or knockwurst or dick-wurst. I'm compelled to know why anyone would serve that thing at a dinner party, period. Or why any man would want to eat it. Doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable? If someone served me D-cup tits on a plate, I don’t know how I'd react…but I certainly wouldn’t smile and swallow…I only do that for special occasions.
;)

Fancy Slut

Someone called me a "fancy slut" as I walked across the street. The guy in the truck was illegal turning on a red light, as I was trying to cross the street on the green. I guess I was in his way? He really needed to get somewhere? I don’t know…but fancy slut? What does that even mean?

I'll admit I'm fancy. I wear designer clothes and sunglasses. I rarely walk out the front door without my high heels on. I do my hair and paint my face to go to the grocery store…but slut?

It is interesting to me that men will revert to using the worst classification that they can think of to insult a woman. "Slut" refers to promiscuity in the bedroom. And, yes, I do enjoy a romp in the sack as much as the next gal…but I'd hardly call myself a slut. And how would he even know what I'm doing in the bedroom just by the way I walk across the street? Does the shape of my calves somehow indicate my propensity for boinking? Perhaps the shake of my ass would…but he couldn’t have even seen that through the fabric of my trench coat. The slur doesn’t even offend me, honestly. But I find it interesting what a person will go out of their way to yell to a complete stranger. I mean, call me what you want, but at least have reason for it.

Thinking about it, maybe I should have stopped and flashed him a bit of skin. Pulled down one of my lapels and displayed some cleavage from my v-neck blouse. Lifted up my leg to adjust the panty hose I was wearing. Makes me want to run down the street again and wait…I'll show you a fancy slut.

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Short Skirts and Catcalls

Despite what is politically correct, or what countless of numbers of women claim…I have to confess…I don’t mind it when I get catcalled on the street. Actually, I kind of like it. I think it's flattering. And I don’t think that anyone who claims otherwise is telling the truth.
Last week, in the uncharacteristically warm weather, I left my apartment to mail a letter. I was headed only up the block, so I didn't bother to dress up. Even in my "lounge wear," the men that are working on the property next to mine didn't hesitate to stop in their tracks to whistle and call out to me. And I loved every minute of it.
Did I linger at the mailbox a few seconds longer in order to give them the show that they deserved? Perhaps. Did my hips sway a little more with my new confidence as I headed back into my own building? Definitely. And as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored elevator doors that headed back upstairs to my home, I smiled a little…feeling just that much more desirable.
No one needs to tell you that compliments make you feel better. Donning high heels and a slightly shorter skirt than other women my age can make the looks from men on the street even more sweet. I'm not saying I dress for strangers or construction workers in order to get attention…don’t get me wrong. I dress sexy for myself because it makes me feel sexy. And I can't help it that I like the feel of eyes on me…and I don’t believe it for a second if anyone out there doesn't feel the exact same way sometimes.