Naked As The Day...

Jesus...what a long post!

2009-10-26T15:26:00.003-05:00

Ok...so, like, I've needed to post for a week and a half now but have neglected to. My reasons range from outright busy-ness at work and lack of motivation (shocker, huh?). I was actually going to sit down and write this out on Saturday but every time I did a distraction came up...usually in the form of one Mr. Wolf Man. Anywho...this is gonna be a four parter. I thought about write four separate entries but ultimately decided to cram it all into one CostCo sized post. Hang on kids, it's gonna be a ride!

Part I: Thank you
Before I talk about anything else, let me say thank you to everyone for the sweet thoughts and words about the loss of Buster Brown. Life is moving on, slowly but surely. I still miss him like hell but...well, there's no but. I miss him like hell. Surprisingly, I think Wolfie has been taking it just as hard (if not harder at times) than me. It didn't dawn on me till after Buster was gone that Wolfman and Buster spent ENTIRE days together when Wolf first moved to Colorado and didn't have a job. They were buddies and my heart breaks a little when Wolf gets choked up about it. That's life though and we'll move on. Thank you though, from the bottom of both our mending heart.

Part II: The Promotion
So a week and a half ago I got a promotion. My official title now is Project Manager. The upside? The official title and a modest but respectable raise. The middle? I was already doing the work without the damn title. The downside? hmm...can't think of one. Crazy huh? Stil LURV my job!

Part III: Girls Night
Later that same week, I had a girls night. A MUCH needed girls night. I've discovered that living with a boy makes me narrow my focus, socially. It's my own fault and I take all the blame. So when JRich made a comment about not getting to spend any time with me lately I QUICKLY remedied the sitch. She and I and a couple of other girls went and got mani/pedi's, had dinner then went out for drinks and a little dancin'.

Whilst out for drinks, a good looking gentlemen sent me a drink. Now, I don't care what stage of a relationship you're in...you NEVER turn down free drinks! So I accepted, he came over and I made it clear that I was HAPPILY taken before any conversation started. He was fine with that and we had a really good conversation. Interesting guy, great personality, very intelligent. Anyway...about 20 minutes into the convo, he leans in and says:

Him: "so...you wanna get out of here?"
Me: "what? you mean like 'get out of here' get out of here?!
Him: "Yeah. I don't live to far from here."
Me: "Did you not hear me say I was taken? happily?"
Him: "Yeah, but you look like you like to have fun."
Me: "What the fuck does that mean?"
Him: "You know...you just look like you'd be into it."
Me: "So I look like a whore?"
Him: "I didn't say that..."
Me: "uh huh...whatever."
Him: "So is that a no?"
Me: "of course it's a no...I normally get $300 and hour to do that kind of thing. loser."

I picked up my free drink and walked away...leaving a stunned, open mouthed asshole in my wake. The girls got a kick out of the whole situation...as did Wolf. The whole evening, a-hole not included, was a smashing success and can't wait for the next girls night. But it got me to thinking. Which leads me to...

Part IV: All I Want For Christmas
I am in a tremendously satisfying, monogomous relationship. I don't want to be with anyone else but the Wolfman. But I realize that a-holes are gonna keep buying me drinks and hitting on me because I have no visible proof that I'm taken. I think just about everyone would agree that, when out on the prowl, most if not all guys check out a girls left hand first. Gotsta see if there's a rang on that finger to know if the hustle will work or not. I'm at the point that I don't feel like defending myself. I want a shining beacon above me that screams "she's taken, she's happy, step the fuck off, mister".

It just so happens that one night last week, while we were fixing dinner, Wolfie asks me "what do you want for Christmas?" Without missing a beat I said "a ring".

Wolf: "like an engagement ring?"
Me: "Yep."
Wolf: "K. What else?"
Me: "Nothing. That would be enough."
Wolf: "You can't just have one Christmas gift. If you don't tell me I'll have to think stuff up and you KNOW how bad I am at that."

Later that night, while laying in bed, he asks "So if you're wanting a ring for Christmas, when are you wanting to get married?

"August", I say.

"Wow...that's a long engagement." I hear from the dark.

Me: "When were you thinking?!"
Wolf: "like...Spring time."
Me: "WOW...that would be quick."
Wolf: "what? like you need more time to think about it?!"
Me: "No, I thought you'd need more time to get used to the idea."
Wolf: "I couldn't be more ready if I tried."

Man, nothing scares this guy. That's probably why I love him so. damn. much.

Ok, sorry for the long ass post...guess that's what we get for me not posting on a regular basis, huh? I would say that I'm gonna be more diligent about posting...but who am I kidding? I'm only writing this one to get Vonda off my ass! Oh. Snap. :-)

Later poodles, got work to do!

The Saddest Day On Earth

2009-09-28T11:02:00.003-05:00

This is probably the hardest blog entry I've ever had to write in the short time that I've been blogging. Wolfie and I lost a member of our little family this weekend. Buster, our beloved mutt, was hit by a car and died on Saturday. We were at the park playing and he did something he NEVER did. He started chasing after a squirrel and obliviously ran out into the parking lot. The car that hit him wasn't going very fast but it hit him JUST right and his poor little head hit the car and the concrete. He never woke back up. The world froze when I saw what happened. It was almost impossible to process what I was seeing. I sat in the parking lot, held him and cried for about a half an hour. The driver of the car was equally distraught about the whole ordeal but I reassured her it wasn't her fault and I didn't blame her. Wolf had to finally physically move us to the curb.

We were lucky enough, thanks to our vet, to find a place west of Denver that has a large pasture area that is used for nothing else other than pet burial. Our vet called in a favor and they stay around later than usual on Saturday afternoon so that we could make our way out there and bury Buster. They were such sweet people. We found a place under a shade tree and they dug the grave for us. We laid Buster in the ground at 6:11, Saturday evening.

I rescued Buster from a shelter around 3 years ago when he was just a puppy. They had found his mother along with two puppies under a bridge. They were all sick and malnourished. His mother and brother died at the shelter and he was left all alone. I had decided, on a whim, to get a pet and figured I'd get a dog from the shelter rather than buy some pure breed. I fell in love with him the minute I saw him! They told me he wouldn't get much bigger than he was at the time (lie) and that he had a calm temper (lie). I picked him up to play with him and when I set him back down he started WAILING and wouldn't stop until I went back and got him. I carried him around for pretty much the rest of the day and we were attached to each other from that point on. He slept with me from day one (until Wolfie moved in, that is) and was just a completely awesome, loving, protective, obedient dog. He had such a great personality and kept us laughing all the damn time.

I've been a wreck the past couple of days. As part of our morning routine, Wolf would take him walking in the mornings while I was in the shower and when they got home he would nose his way into the bathroom and peek in the shower and I would give him kisses on the nose. When I realized this morning that he wouldn't be peeking in the shower...I could hardly finish.

I'm going to miss him terribly and don't think I'm going to be "ok" for a long damn time. This is my absolute favorite picture of him. Miss you, baby boo...

Look! It's another Round Robin Tuesday!!

2009-09-22T09:47:00.003-05:00

This week Brooke, Vonda and myself came up yet ANOTHER group of questions. Are we EVER gonna run out?! :-)

From Vonda:

If you could have a house totally furnished and paid for anywhere in the world where would you like it to be?
Somewhere back east. I've been to Connecticut and New Hampshire and loved both places. I'd love to have a house back east so I could go there in the fall and in the spring...maybe even the winter.

If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour where would you go?
Tulsa. I love my life here but I miss my friends terribly sometimes.

What are you listening to right now that you can’t get out of your head?
A song called "Bang Bang" by K'naan. It's on my workout playlist and I usually hit repeat multiple times when that song comes up. It's infectious...

From Brooke:

Is there a certain brand (clothes, makeup, etc.) that you swear by? Why?
Jessica Simpson shoes. One reason: they're sexy as hell. Do we need another reason than that?

Most memorable date you've been on recently?
Easy. Our August trip to Aspen. I came home on a Friday to find the Wolfman sitting in the living room, bags packed, dog already at the puppy resort. We left every piece of technology we own on the coffee table and hit the road. Wouldn't even tell me where we were going till we were halfway there. We had a crazy awesome time and I spent the entire drive home thanking him for such a wonderful weekend.

How many pushups can you do?
I just did this the other night at the gym. I did 45...then promptly passed out.

From Me:

What's one thing you absolutely HATE doing?
Getting ready in the mornings. HATE. IT. I wish I could wiggle my nose like Samantha on Bewitched and just automatically be ready. If I didn't mind walking out of the apartment look like a complete animal I probably wouldn't get ready much at all.

Is there any part of your day this is a routine you follow every day?
Mornings. Wolf gets up and takes his shower then comes in and wakes me up. I go fix us coffee while he finishes getting ready and we sit on the couch and drink coffee together. Then he walks the dog while I shower. Every morning like clockwork. Even the dog knows the schedule.

Favorite junk food indulgence?
Lately? french fries. I'm a junkie. My favorite are Wendy's...

Be sure to check out Vonda and Brooke's blogs to see how they answered the questions!

Question Tuesday

2009-09-15T11:10:00.002-05:00

This week Brooke, Vonda and myself came up with 1 question each. Be sure to check out Vonda and Brooke's blogs to see how they answered the questions!

Vonda:
What celeb do you despise? Name a male and female.

Male - easy, Brad Pitt. There's just something about him...his smile and the way he looks. Plus, he dumped Jennifer. Who does that?! I certainly wouldn't.

Female - I'm with Vonda. I can't stand Megan Fox. She's a whore. Plain and simple.

Brooke:
last thing you baked or cooked from scratch? include pictures if you happen to have them.

Oh no...I don't cook. Or bake. I've tried - really hard for a while - but it just didn't work out. So now the boy does it all and I have to say he's pretty fabulous at it!

Me:
If you had 12 hours to kill in your favorite city...where would it be and what would you do?

Easy. There's a place on the island of Oahu called Lana Kai Beach. The most awesome place on earth. I'd spend the whole time there.

Round Robin Tuesday, Kindredly edition!

2009-09-01T10:36:00.003-05:00

Gather around the radio kids! It's time for the Tuesday round robin power hour with AJ, Brooke and Sole Matters. We're joined this week by Kindredly (go check her out!)

3 questions from Sole Matters:

1. How do you want to celebrate your 30th birthday?
I would like to celebrate it on the beach...preferably back in Hawaii...with just me and the boy (that would be a perfect honeymoon, huh?). I don't wanna make a big deal about leaving my 20's. I'm not especially happy with myself over a great deal of my 20's so I'm really just ready to move on to my 30's and start anew.

2. Who is one person/band that you haven't seen in concert that you are dying to see?
U2. LOVE them. They're playing in Las Vegas at the end of October...we're trying like HELL to get tickets. Cost be damned...

3. Your superpower is that you smell like dandelions whenever someone lies. How will you maintain your secret identity?
wow...two problems here. a) I don't think dandelions smell very good. I refuse to smell bad b) people lie all the damn time. Maybe if people were "outed" every time they lied...they would do less of it. So maybe this superpower would be better off NOT hidden?

3 questions from Brooke:

1. You have the perfect day planned with your honey, spent outside. The day of, you wake up to pouring rain! What do you do instead?
Sex. I'd freakin' stay in bed all day. Lord, it doesn't even need to be a rainy day for me to want that! I think I may have a sickness :-)

2. When you're feeling a little crazy with life, who is the person you know you can call to help you feel a little more sane?
Fortunately, I haven't needed a sanity check in quite a while but...it really depends on the situation. Life in general making me crazy? Wolf. Wolf making me crazy? Roomie. Work and career...and sometimes life in general? Mr. Mister. I count myself lucky to have so many "go to" people that love and care about me.

3. Is there a certain scent or smell that someone has told you reminds them of you?
No, that would be a sweet compliment though. There is a scent that does that for me, though. Lilacs remind me of my grandmother. I loved her to death. I dont right now but normally I have lilac scented candle in my office. I know what I'm going to Target for tonight...

3 questions from Me:

1. when you were a kid, what was one job you wanted when you grew up?
Don't laugh. I wanted to be a Wal Mart checker. I was probably 7 or 8 at the time. I just remember thinking that looked like a great job and would pretend to be one when I played by myself at home. I would even call for price checks. Yeah, I was a messed up kid :-)

2. if you could have a 15 minute conversation with one dead person, who would it be?
My grandmother. I miss her like crazy and would love for her to hear all about Wolfie.

3. three crazy items you have in your purse right now?
ok...I have a BIG ASS purse...so you can bet your ass that there are weird things in there at times! right now: 1) still have our room key from the trip to Aspen 2) a lighter in the shape of a tiki doll 3) a package of pop tarts that looks like it's been run over 328 times. There could be a small family of refugees living down there too...at this point, we don't know.

Back In The Game...sort of

2009-08-26T11:33:00.002-05:00

So, if you have me in your Google Reader or any other kind of blog reader...you probably saw fifty-eleven new blog entries come up for me today. Fear not. I didn't sit down and write 40 something new blog posts. I reinstated all the older posts that I had deleted several months ago.

(read THIS entry to catch up on what I'm talking about)

Why did I reinstate them? Well, I mentioned a previous post that he's a really private guy. Not involved in any kind of social media or social networking of any kind. That's the whole reason the posts came down in the first place. So, a couple of weeks ago, in a random conversation, he tells me he'd be ok with those posts being back out there. Even though those posts mean the world to me because they document the start of our relationship, I was reluctant to repost them because I didn't want him just telling what I wanted to hear.

Last night, out of the blue, he asked if I had reposted those entries yet. So, after convincing me that he REALLY doesn't mind that they're out there, I reposted them this morning...and have had a BALL rereading them! So, with that...I'm back in the game, sort of. I've missed posting the random little details of my/our lives...but I'm going to be very aware and sensitive about what I post. Me? I could care less about what I post about myself (as evidenced by past posts). He's the one I care about.

Trust me, though. They'll still be entertaining! :-)

Round F'ing Robin Tuesday

2009-08-25T09:27:00.006-05:00

OH what a day it is, dear readers (all two of you)!

For starters Brookie is back in the game. Oh HELL yeah. It's been waaay too long, baby girl. This week, we have a new partner in crime, "Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time". Go check out her answers and everyone else's too. Here are this weeks questions:

From Brooke:

1. What's the best thing about the area you live in?

mountains and snow. NEVER thought I would say that but man, I lookin' forward to the snow coming back and I can't wait to see Christmas around here!

2. What is your favorite fashion trend of all time?

HANDS down...popped collars. To me, that never gets old. I pop Wolfies collars all the time. He doesn't like it...but that's not the point now is it. :-)

3. If you won $5,000 today, what would you do with it?

Buy a house. I already have one picked out. It's not for sale...but that's a minor detail we can clean up later. :-)

From Sole Matters:

1. What is your worst habit?

I smack my gum. I don't even realize when I start it but I realize when I do it. It drives me crazy so I know it does other people too.

2. Do you collect anything? If so what and why do you collect it?

Besides lip gloss(we've covered this)? Not really. I've never been much of a collector. I think that stems from how I lived growing up. On top of that...I can't think of anything I'd want to collect either. Is that sad? Yeah, kinda...

3. What is one thing that you would die to do?

Start my own fashion line. Don't know why...

From ME:

1. last book you read? would you recommend it and why...

"Living Dead In Dallas" by Charlaine Harris. The second book of the Sookie Stackhouse Southern Vampire Mysteries. I started reading them because I'm totally in love with True Blood. The books and the shows are very different so I would only recommend them if you don't watch the show or can handle following two universes with the same characters and different story arcs. With that said...they're fantastic books so far.

2. if you could have your favorite meal fixed for you, what would it be?

Roomie, back in Tulsa, used to fix a chicken risotto that was TO DIE FOR. She served it with these green beans that - I have no idea how she fixes them - were heavenly as well. Add a bottle of wine and then later on...Oreos and milk. Have I mentioned me and Oreo's are like Steven Adler and heroin? Yeah. Damn, now I'm hungry...

3. one place in the world you want to visit before you die?

China. Last year during the Olympics I became OBSESSED with China. I wanna walk The Great Wall, see The Forbidden City, The Water Cube, The Bird's Nest, The Terra Cotta Army...on and on and on. I'll get there...trust me.

Get Your Sexy On

2009-08-24T12:52:00.006-05:00

My girl, Vonda, over at "Sole Matters" tagged me in one of her non-Tuesday blog entries. This particular post is all about feeling sexy. The rules? List five details that make you feel sexy then tag five ladies you'd like to know what ignites their sexy engine. Here are mine...

1. Running - I think my legs are my sexiest feature and running keeps them in shape. Not to mention that, on more than one occasion, a certain wolfman has attacked and ravaged me after I got home from a run because of how I looked. So...apparently...running makes me look sexy. :-)

2. "Cotton Blossom" by Bath and Body Works - I absolutely love this fragrance. I buy the body wash, body spray, bubble bath, lotion...you name it. If they make a product in this flavor I've bought it. I love how it smells on me. The wolf likes it too. I've even been known to spritz the bed with it on certain occasions. bow chicka wow wow...

3. This Outfit: Boy cut jeans, tshirt, flip flops. I actually wore this outfit all day Saturday in Aspen. I don't know why it makes me feel sexy...it just does everytime I wear it. I feel kinda feisty in it too. :-)

4. This Outfit: I actually wore this one in Aspen too...on Saturday night when we went out for dinner. I bought it earlier in the spring. I actually bought the shoes first beacuse I couldn't bear to think of living life without them and found the dress to match. :-) I feel sexy everytime I wear it...especially walking thru the restaurant on Saturday night. I felt sexy as hell wearing it in our room later on that night too. I'm just sayin'...

5. This Guy - no matter what...he makes me feel sexy because he thinks I'm sexy. No matter what I wear, how I smell, how much makeup I have or don't have on. When I'm making a pig of myself with Oreo's and milk and when I'm dancing around and singing. On my best days and on my worst days, he makes me feel sexy. And that, dear readers, will set you free.

I tag the girls at the following blogs:

"Yours Truly"

"Back To The Basics"

"Organized Mess"

"Numbers Not Invited"

"Small Town Girl"

Three Questions: Special Edition

2009-08-18T09:27:00.003-05:00

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you a special edition of Three Question Tuesday. Today, Vonda over at "Sole Matters" and I get to take a break and ask Avery over at "Slightly Undone" three questions each. Hopefully next week, since Brookie Brooke is back, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming. Glad you're back Brookster! :-)

Here we go!

From "Sole Matters":

1. What is Your Current Obsession?
1. Kindle
2. Etsy
3. drinking too much and being deliciously irresponsible with friends
4. trashy television (i.e. So You Think You Can Dance, the Bachelor/Bachelorette, NYC Prep, Miami Social, Gossip Girl, 90210, Real Housewives (of anywhere)....my list goes on...

2. What Would You Eat For Your Last Meal?
My Grandma's mac and cheese, and her homemade stuffing. I am a carb-o-holic and completely content with my body being a bit more fluffy than it should be. What is life without enjoying food you love? A close second would be a sweet potato tempura sushi roll. Accompanying all of the above would be a HUGE bottle of red wine. Specifically 2006 Frog's Leap Cab Sav, Cupcake Cab Sav, or Bitch.

3. What's Your Dream Job?
To be a book editor. Of chick lit novels. I love both reading and writing, but during my writing classes in college I found I hate being responsible for the whole concept of something (i.e. a book). But to take someone else's dreams and ideas and help them mold it into something even more fabulous makes me all giddy and squirrely inside.

And now from me:

1. the most embarrassing thing you've done to get the attention of a boy?

Wow, this is a toughie. I seem to make a habit of doing things that most people would consider ballsy but to me are just normal. So I would have to say...those times I didn't do anything at all. I am funny in the things I have the guts to do (kiss a stranger, move to another city for a boy I met during spring break, initiate shameless sexual innuendo) but sometimes I just can't say anything. And during those times I act like I am in 2nd grade and smile and look away and giggle. Not grabbing life by the balls and doing what I want to do in that moment is probably the most embarrassing thing of all.

2. Something that you've done recently of which you are really proud (big or small)?

Taking a chance on Mr. Bean, even though the odds were so against him. These past two weeks the happy hours and time spent out have been greatly reduced. It's been a total lifestyle change. But I would do it again in a heartbeat. It would've been easier on both me and him to not have the surgery, but taking the chance and being his advocate has definitely given me a new outlook on life.

3. Name 3 of your favorite movies and why they are?

Hmm not too much of a movie buff. I tend to fall asleep in theaters/on the couch. But I did have Netflix for a short period of time to try to change my habits.

1. Vicky Cristina Barcelona - Why? two words: Penelope Cruz.
2. Both Father of the Bride Movies - no matter how many times I see them, I love them and think they are hilarious.
3. Breakfast at Tiffany's - love, love, love Audrey Hepburn. There is something so innocent and awesome about movies without tits, sex, and bad words thrown all over the place.

Big thanks to Avery for taking the load off of us today. I'm of the opinion that Ms. Avery can join our little group any time she wants!

Have a great day, poodles. If you're lucky, I may have a regular "non-question" post later this week. Stay tuned!

Question Tuesday

2009-08-11T09:39:00.003-05:00

So the question of the week is: What's your favorite smell? Well, I couldn't narrow this down to just one...so I have a top 5.

1. Freshly cut grass - reminds me of summa time! Usually around April/May in Tulsa people would start mowing their lawns on a regular basis and this smell would fill the air. To me, that indicated the start of summer. Here in Boulder, I didn't have that experience. I know people mow their lawns but it must be the lack of heat/humidity or something. One thing I miss about Oklahoma.

2. ck One cologne - It's what the boy wears and I. love. it. Sometimes I'll find a way to lay my head on his shoulder just so I can smell it. It's what wakes me up every morning. He gets up before me and showers and I usually wake up while he's shaving. It wafts into the room usually followed by him...coming to wake me up.

3. Christmas trees - I'm a Christmas freak. Seriously, it's not even funny how much I love Christmas. I love the smell of real trees...especially with cinnamon potpourri simmering somewhere. Yeah, I'm a nerd. Sue me.

4. Puppy breath - new puppies, when they nibble on your nose. In the words of Brookie Brooke "le sigh".

5. Houses at Thanksgiving - the smells of all the foods melded into one harmonious, tasty, "come eat me" fragrance. It's the smell that lulls you to sleep while you're laying on the couch watching football praying for death because you've eaten so much. It lingers in the house well into the next day. Yeah, that smell...

Check out the answer from my girl, Vonda, over at "It's What's In The Soul"!

God willing, our dear Brooke will be back from her summer adventures across the pond and will rejoin Vonda and I for the question game again next week! It's about DAMN time!

Tuesday Question

2009-08-04T12:44:00.002-05:00

So...for today our question is: Who is your celebrity crush?

Oh Lord, I have several. Here they are in no particular order.

1. Anna Panquin - she's the SOLE reason I started watching True Blood and trust me...she hasn't let me down. She's hot as hell and that southern accent is to die for.

2. Zach Effron - Holy hell, it's a good thing he's over 21 or this would be bad. Just saw him in "17 Again" and totally fell in lust with him. Loved him in "Hairspray" and am totally sad he backed out of the "Footloose" remake. I've already told the Wolf that I'd give him up for Zach Attack if the chance ever arose. :-) I kid (not really).

3. Josh Holloway - Sawyer from "Lost". Oh. My. God. He's chocolate sexy on a stick. Bow chicka wow wow!

Check out the answer from my girl, Vonda, over at "It's What's In The Soul"!

Round Robin Tuesday!

2009-07-28T10:12:00.005-05:00

Howdy do, dear readers (all 3 of you),

Todays round robin question is: What's your favorite piece of clothing in your wardrobe? Right now...it has to be my favoritest pair of shoes:

I've had them for a couple of months and just CANNOT get over them. I wear them with everything I can get away with. Plus Wolfie thinks I look hot as hell in them...that's ALWAYS a plus!!

Check out the answer from my girl, Vonda, over at "It's What's In The Soul"!

Round Robin Tuesday...once again!

2009-07-21T14:09:00.002-05:00

So today's question is: Who was the first guy you fell in LOVE love with? How'd it go?
The first boy I fell IN LOVE with was Tim Gothard. I was a freshman in college and he was a junior. It wasn't love at first sight but there was a spark between us from the moment we met and it didn't take long to fall head over. Overall we dated for a little over a year. We even talked about a "future" together after college. I wish I could say some big blowout ended the relationship but I can't. It just kinda fizzled. We both came to a realization one day that we didn't have it or want it anymore. We had gotten so comfortable having each of us in the others life that "love" slowly died and got replaced by "security"... and it happened so slowly that we couldn't even see it while it was happening. After we broke up I vowed to never let that happen again.

Check out the answer from my girl, Vonda, over at "It's What's In The Soul"!

PS...We miss you Brookie Brooke!!

Round Robin Tuesday...minus one.

2009-07-14T10:20:00.003-05:00

Our beloved Brooke, having the time of her life in Europe, is having to drop out of round robin game for a while...understandably. Lack is wi-fi and having too much damn fun are the culprits...as if blogging with us isn't fun! Whatev's. Pour one out for the homie. :-)

Miss Vonda and I will attempt to hold the fort down till the Brookster returns. So today, we're asked "What is your weirdest obsession?"

I've never been an obsessive person, per se (except for the obligatory "throw my panties and any member of *NSYNC" girl phase when I was younger). If I'm slightly obsessive about anything, though, it would have to be lip gloss. I just checked and I have no less that 4 different kinds in my purse, 3 in my desk and I'm quite sure there are AT LEAST a dozen at the homestead. Why? I don't know. I only have two lips. Need I two dozen types of lip gloss? No. But each are special to me in their own way. I could never give them up. To paraphrase the words of Chandler Bing "I love you all...in very different ways." I can quit anytime I want to...really...I don't have a problem. :-)

Besides...The wolfman likes the way my lips taste when I wear gloss. What other justification for gloss do I need than THAT?!

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "It's What's In The Soul"!

Round Robin Tuesday!

2009-07-07T11:05:00.002-05:00

1. the most embarrassing thing you've done to get the attention of a boy?
In high school, one of my best guy friends wouldn't pull the trigger and ask me to our senior prom. He wanted to...I wanted him to...everybody else thought it was a no-brainer. For some unknown reason, though, he was too nervous to ask me.

So...one Friday night I'm out with some friends. At one point, we were at McDonald's just sitting around eating and having a good time and he walks in with a couple of friends. He comes over and sits down with me, we talk and laugh and our conversation starts going in a direction that makes me think "ok...he's going to ask me". He kisses me on the cheek, says he'll talk to me later and gets up to leave. I'm done with it. I get up ON THE TABLE and proceed to read him the riot act about not having the balls to ask me to prom...at the TOP OF MY LUNGS. When I'm finished, I realize the entire place is silent...and everyone is staring at me. I just stand there...on the table. He finally says "will you go to prom with me?" and after a long pause I respond "sure". I climb down, find my seat and he continues on out the door with his friends. I was completely embarrassed for the rest of the night.

He told me later that it was the funniest yet the coolest thing he'd ever seen. Oh...and we had an AWESOME time at prom. :-)

2. high school: great time or horrible time? why?
I loved high school. I wasn't one of the "popular" people (thank goodness) but I had a great group of friends and a great time. I belonged to just about every extracirricular group I could join and I played on the volleyball team and ran track. I was always busy and just had a really great time.

3. family member you're closest to and why?
I asked this question not because I love see and hear other people talk with great affection about their healthy family relationships. I don't have family to speak of. I'm an only child, never knew my dad and don't speak to my mother. I guess the person I was closest to till she died was grandma Betty. She died when I was 19 and I was devastated. Growing up, I spent many a night at grandma Betty's house. She was such a sweet, loving, giving woman. If there was ever one person I didn't want to disappoint, it was her. Even now, if I fuck up I think to myself "grandma Betty would be so disappointed with that". Not a day goes by that I don't think about her and I miss her dearly.

I suppose the reason I like "True Blood" so much is because I can related to both Sookie and Tara so well: Sookie because of her relationship with her grandmother and Tara because of her relationship with her mother.

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "It's What's In The Soul"!

Round Robin Tuesday. Round 10?! Holy COW!

2009-06-30T12:28:00.002-05:00

I can't believe this is our tenth round of this! Crazy stuff! Here's this weeks entry:

1. What word describes how you feel about your life at this given moment?
Content. That was a no brainer. There's nothing like starting over, fresh, to give you a new lease. A year ago, I never would have believed I would be in the place I am now but life has a funny way leading you to the place you need to be.

2. What is the funniest pickup line you have heard?
While I was still living in Oklahoma, a guy who was OBVIOUSLY Native American walked up to me at an OU watch party:

Dude: "Do you have any indian in you?"
Me: "Nope. Why?"
Dude: "Would you like some indian in you?"

I literally lost my breath laughing. He was kinda cute and way funny...I let him buy me a drink. And no, I didn't get a little indian in me that night. :-)

3. What is one of your favorite inside jokes? Explain.
Wolfie does the BEST Matthew McConaughey impression and he quotes "Dazed and Confused" all the time but there are two D&C quotes we say all the time:

"You just gotta keep on livin', man. L. I. V. I. N."
"All right, all right, all right."

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "It's What's In The Soul"!

Brookie Brooke, I miss seeing your Tweets every day but I hope you are having THE BEST TIME EVER over there! And in honor of the passing of the great Michael Jackson, here's my tribute with a song that I sing to Wolfman and dance to all the time!

Round Robin...whatever day it is!

2009-06-24T15:58:00.003-05:00

Brookie Brooke is away on assignment...so our updates for the round robin questions will sporadic and probably not all on the same day. Bear with us...we'll all eventually post! With that said...here's this weeks questions:

1. What's your favorite work of art, and post a picture?
I'll go you one better and tell you who my favorite artist is. Jasper Johns. I fell in LOVE with him during my art classes in college. I love the way he uses pop culture and the way he uses color in a controlled way but makes it look out of control sometimes. My favorite piece is this:

and I have a copy of it hanging in my living room.

2. Something that you've done recently of which you are really proud (big or small)?
Hands down...moving to Denver/Boulder on my own. It was the hardest yet the most rewarding thing I've ever done. I've never questioned it for a minute...which leads me to believe that I did the right thing.

3. What's your design style?
when left to my own, I'm a minimalist. Less is more. I can do other styles when needed...but when I do mock-ups for clients at work...my favorites are usually the minimalist versions of things. I decorate the same way too.

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "It's What's In The Soul"!

Round Robin Tuesday...er, Wednesday

2009-06-17T11:37:00.002-05:00

This weeks round of question is late for all three of us due to ME. I've been sick as a dog since Sunday afternoon. I've thrown up so much I think I saw my feet come out of my mouth at one point (sorry for the TMI). Here are this weeks questions though!

1. What's your current ringtone and why did you choose it?"
Still of The Night" by Whitesnake. Why? Because it's the sexiest song ever. Don't judge...

2. Name 3 of your favorite movies and why they are?
"Pee Wee's Big Adventure" - again, don't judge. If you sit and watch it...it's funny as hell. So what if he whacked off in a theater and got caught. Who hasn't?! Wait...was that out loud? :-)

"Win A Date With Tad Hamilton" - Shake-a-doo. It's cute, funny, mindless...plus you get to see Josh Duhamel in a towel. I'd watch grass wither and die if I could see Josh Duhamel in a towel (pre-Fergie of course!).

"Hairspray" - "GOOD MORNING BALTIMORE..." yeah I'm one of those girls. I know every lyric to every song and I can even do some (read MOST) of the dances. James Marsden is super cute too!

3. What have you been listening to lately, music wise?
The newest Shinedown CD is awesome and tasty. I listen to it when I need something agressive. Since Jimmy Fallon started and I realized that The Roots were his house band, I've been revisiting all their stuff...they're so damn good. And lastly, "Big Whiskey and The Groogrux King" by the ever talented Dave Matthews! Whenever he puts something new out I ALWAYS wear it out immediately. This one is well on it's way. Shake me like a monkey! :-)

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "It's What's In The Soul"! (BTW...love the new blog name, V!)

shop-o-holic AKA "he said I could!"

2009-06-11T12:49:00.007-05:00

So I haven't done a clothing post in a long.damn.time so I thought "what better way to post something other than our round robin Fridays". In honor of our trip to Cabo next month and at the behest of Wolfie, I pillaged Forever21.com and bought some new outfits. I've hardly been shopping since moving to Colorado (which is crizazy) in order to save on expenses but the Wolfman talked me into it. So, here we go!

Outfit #1:
This one is for going out at night. LOVE the jean skirt.

Outfit #2:
This one is probably to wear on the flight down. Boys don't understand that you NEED an outfit to wear on the plane. You can't just wear anything! hello?!

Outfit #3:
I didn't really buy this for the trip...but oh well. It's for lounging and being lazy.

Outfit #4:
This one is definitely for going out but not dancing. The girls my shake right out of this one!

Of course I have to buy shoes for all of the outfits (another thing that boys don't understand). AND...this weekend I need to go find a new swim suit! Man, it feels good to shop again! :-)

Round Robin Tuesday

2009-06-02T10:50:00.000-05:00

1. When do you feel like summer has started?
Memorial Day. It's a long weekend, people are opening their pools, cooking out, having parties. To me, that's when summer starts.

2. Favorite tv shows: childhood and present.
When I was a kid I was a cartoon junkie. If there was ANY kind of cartoon on, good or bad, I would watch it. I'm still a cartoon junkie. I'm totally unashamed to admit I watch Spongebob and a couple of others. As for adult shows now? I don't know how "adult" it is but I got hooked on 90210 again this year. I love Biggest Loser, One Tree Hill, Greys Anatomy, The Dog Whisperer, all the CSI's, and anything on TLC especially "Jon and Kate". I know it's a train wreck but I CANNOT look away.

3. What do you get out of blogging?
At first...it was just something to do. it was a place to tell my funny (and/or dumbass) stories. But the more I got into it the more it became a place to dump and purge without the worries of opinion and offense. It became theraputic and soap opera-ish all at the same time. I actually had fun doing it. After Wolfie and I got serious, I let him read it. He was bothered by some of the entries, embarrassed by others, laughed at pretty much all of it. He's a private guy and I knew he wouldn't want that much of "our" lives out there even though nobody he knew read it. He never told me to quit but I quit for him...mostly as a sign of respect i.e. I respect the fact that you're a private guy and I don't want to do anything that would offend you or make you feel uncomfortable because I love you. I miss it though. If I could find a way to leave him out of it I would start up again. Alas, that's hard to do when you're dating/living with someone...

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "Private Eyes"!

Round Robin Tuesday!

2009-05-26T12:09:00.002-05:00

Round robin Tuesday! Here we go!

1. What was the silliest/weirdest thing you were afraid of when you were a child?
The closet door being open at night. COULD. NOT. HANDLE. IT. Always thought there was someone in the closet watching me while I slept. Still don't like it. I make sure all closet doors are closed before I lay down and turn out the light. Yeah, I'm still a kid. Sue me.

2. Best memory from your childhood?
I didn't have a childhood that I look back on with fond affection but the one excellent memory I do have is from when I was 11. On the last day of school, my mom picked me up from school and we drove STRAIGHT THRU to Orlando, Florida, and spent a week at the theme parks. Nothing went wrong that week and we got along famously (something that didn't always happen). I don't have alot of good memories where my mom is concerned but that one will always stick out because she spent her last dollar to take me on vacation. The one bright spot in a tattered relationship.

3. Do you believe in ghosts? Why or why not?
I do believe in ghosts. When I was in junior high, we lived in a house that had alot of "weird" things about it. Both my mom and I would see a light in the hallway some nights but if we got up to see what it was...there was nothing there. I never had this happen but my mom heard laughing a couple of times. Bedroom doors and closet doors would be randomly open and/or closed sometimes when we would come home. We both would try and laugh it off and we even gave our ghost a cute, funny name to make it seem not so scary but...it didn't really help. We only lived there a couple of years and I was more than happy to move that time. So yeah...I believe in ghosts.

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "Private Eyes"!

Round Robin Tuesday...I mean Wednesday!

2009-05-20T08:59:00.003-05:00

SO sorry I'm late on my answers! I was unavoidably detained! Anywho...here we go!

1. Name something about yourself that makes you insecure and state why.
WOW...hmm. So many things to choose from. I'd have to say, though, the biggest thing I'm insecure about is people leaving me. Yes, I've been to enough counseling to know that I have daddy issues but I'm still TOTALLY insecure about people hanging around. In every relationship I've had, up to this point, I've tried to make sure I did everything needed to keep that person around...and failed miserably every time. The Wolf is different though and we've had EXTENSIVE conversations about it but that's a completely different question and blog entry in and of itself.

2. Describe what you think the perfect sign of affection is and why.
Wrapping your arms around me. I love getting hugs...especially at random times. I'm a hugger. I hug everyone all the time. Havin' a bad day? I'll hug you. Have a great day? Hug. Randomly in my path? I may hug you as I walk by. :-)

3. What age do you see yourself being married?
29. I've never been a big fan of marriage. Seeing my mom get married and fail four times was enough to scare me off that idea. But I really, really wanna be Mrs. Wolfman. And I'm ready to be that NOW...or in the near future at least!

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "Private Eyes"!

Tuesday Questions From Brooke and Randomness

2009-05-12T10:15:00.003-05:00

1. How do you show your love for someone?
I took a test one time that was supposed to tell you your love language i.e. how you express love. My top one was "Physical Touch and Closeness" and that is SO very true. I love touching the people I love. Hugs, kisses, holding hands, sitting close. It probably bugs the hell out of him, but I'm constantly touching my boyfriend...even when we sleep. And that's not just reserved for guys. It was totally commonplace for me and my girls in Tulsa to hug, kiss, hold hands, lay on each other on the couch. I don't think any of them were that way before they met me...I just rubbed off on them. Literally and figuratively. I love the electricity and warmth of touch. I can't think of a more intimate and personal way to tell someone, anyone, that I love them than touching them.

2. What's your best travel story?
Swimming with dolphins in Hawaii only to realize AFTER I got back in the boat that there was a shark there too. Yeah. They let us drop into the water off the back of a boat and swim with dophins. While everyone was watching the dolphins off the back, a shark quietly made it's way to the party from the other side of the boat where no one was watching. There were three of us in the water with five dolphins. After we got back into the boat, the boat driver and the dolphin trainer are whispering to one another. They then inform us that, while there is no need to panic, we'll have to wait awhile before the next group gets in because of the shark. I don't know why anyone of us thought this way...but I guess we were all picturing some cute little two foot baby shark. We look over the side of the boat and VOILA! There's a 7 foot tiger shark. I almost passed out. From that point, never got into water deeper than my knees...and even that made me nervous.

3. Favorite beauty product that you recommend to the women (and men too,if that's their prerogative!) In your life.
I originally bought this Neutrogena soap for just my face but now I use it all over my body. I leaves my skin feeling SUPER smooth and clean. My boyfriend even tried it and now loves it!

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "Private Eyes"!

Round Robin Tuesday

2009-05-05T09:33:00.003-05:00

Ok...so I didn't blog last week for Round Robin Tuesday because it was my week to ask the questions and I didn't think the "asker" was supposed to answer their own questions. I don't know where I got that...I think I pulled it right out of my ass. So this week...I'll answer the three questions from last week AND the three from this week. It's a jam packed entry, ladies and gentlemen. Hold on to your asses...

Last Weeks Queso...

Creativity or passion? Why?

Favorite Michael Jackson song and why?

If your life was a movie, who would play you and two other major characters? Why?

Now, on to this weeks queso...

Name your 3 favorite junk food snacks.

What are your thoughts on abortion?

What is one thing you always look for (in terms of buying) when you go into a store?

Check out the answers from my girls over at "Republic of Brooke" and "Private Eyes"!

The Wolfman Cometh

2009-05-04T09:28:00.002-05:00

First off, SO many apologies for no postings lately. Work has been hectic. Great...but hectic. For the first time in my career, I've been put in charge of a project. In the past I've always been the worker bee that followed someone else. NOW...I'm the one being followed. From the outside, I used to think project leaders and managers had it easy. Now that I'm inside, I no longer smoke that crack. Some days I end my work day not knowing my head from a hole in the ground. Kudo's to Mr. Mister for making this job look effortless and easy.

The bigger topic of discussion, though, is that the boy is here! He rolled in to BoCo at exactly 6:42 Saturday afternoon with a big ass trailer in tow. I cannot begin to express how good it feels to live in that apartment with him finally. We spent the entire day yesterday unpacking, setting up and doing a little decorating. It also feels really good to sleep in an actual bed again. :-)

Now that Wolf and I are in an actual serious relationship I got this crazy wild notion that I needed to be completely honest and open with him. Go figger. I've tried to keep this blog *somewhat* anonymous but it contains ALOT of talk about him...so I told him about it and let him read it. He's a very private guy and I thought he would be alot more upset than he really was. He actually got a laugh out of some of the entries about how our relationship bloomed and at the same time was a little embarrassed by some of it. I assured him that it was completely anonymous and nobody that we actually "knew" read it. I told him I would do whatever he wanted me to...be that stop blogging, delete some of the entries, make it private, whatever. There are several entries that he wanted me to delete and I totally respect that. He didn't want me to stop blogging if I really enjoyed it (which I do when I have time) but he wanted me to make the entries about "us" only available to us. Lisa, over at "High Heels and Sweatshirts" was right...this is a great way to document our relationship and how it blossoms and grows but I totally respect his privacy and wishes.

So, dear readers, many of my posts will be disappearing soon. I'll still blog about normal every day stuff (especially my question posts with "Republic of Brooke" and "Private Eyes") when I have time but the intimate, private life of Wolfie and I will stay just that. Intimate and private. I started blogging partly out of boredom, partly out of a need for an honest outlet. I hope you got a laugh out of reading about my ridiculous life and antics...but it feels really good not to have anything to blog about due to the lack of drama.

Life. Is. Good.

Three For Tuesday, Part II

2009-04-22T13:35:00.002-05:00

"Naked As The Day", "The Republic of Brooke" and "Private Eyes" have all decided that every Tuesday we're going to do a round robin question session and ask each other 3 questions. This is round #2:

Describe your perfect day: Waking up late and laying in bed with a boy just talking and giggling :: brunch :: ponytail, jeans, tshirt and flip flops day :: an afternoon of big ticket shopping...not to purchase, just to dream :: beers at a dive :: home to get cleaned up and dressed up :: fancy, shmancy dinner with dancing (the romantic kind...not gettin' ma freak on) :: out for drinks and cigars (him not me) at a quiet little place so we can actually talk :: home to the bedroom where I pay him back for giving me the best day of my life.
What is your favorite smell/scent and why? I have two favorite smells. The first is fresh cut grass. I love it when someone has JUST mowed their yard. That smell always reminds me that it's time to be outside. Fresh cut grasss + citronella candles + a hot grill cooking food = summertime! My second favorite smell is puppy breath! I. Love. Puppy breath. When they nibble on your nose and whine and you can smell it?! Melt my heart. SO DAMN CUTE!! If they had that in a bottle at Dillards, I'd freakin' buy it and slather it all over myself.
What book is on your nightstand right now? Well, for starters...I don't have a nightstand right now. BUT...on the floor next to the couch I have two books: The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton (currently reading, almost done) and Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living by Pema Chodron.

Three For Tuesday

2009-04-14T13:57:00.002-05:00

"Naked As The Day", "The Republic of Brooke" and "Private Eyes" have all decided that every Tuesday we're going to do a round robin question session and ask each other 3 questions. This week, I gave TRoB three questions and I got 3 questions from PE. Here they are:

What is one thing that you can't go without when you're PMSing?

Name one surreal experiece you have had. why was it surreal?

Name 5 things you want to do before you turn 30?

Fights, Friends, Parents, and Interviews

2009-04-13T11:11:00.003-05:00

It was quite a weekend for me and the "Naked As The Day" crew! Spent three lovely days in Tulsa, OK with the boy and girls I love so dearly. Short recap would go like this:

Had more awesome sex than one person should have
Wolf and I had our first argument/fight/whatever...which led to more great sex
Dinner with what I guess you might call my "future in-laws"
Spent some great time with the girls I love SO much

We got off to a rocky start on Thursday night. The plan was for Wolf to take Friday off so we'd have more time together. I get there on Thursday night and he tells me he's decided to work on Friday after all. Why? Because he figured I'd want more time to spend with other people during the day on Friday. Thanks to still being tired from the night with the sisters, the emotional drain of not seeing him for two weeks and just overall being tired from a long day of work and flying...I exploded. I was an angry blubbering fool. In my mind, I came to town for one thing: to see him. What does he do? Work a complete day when I'm in town. Do you see the irrational girl thinking here? Yeah, I didn't. I was making perfect sense in my head. I finally started seeing the light of what he was saying though. There really were a ton of other people I wanted to see while I was in town. I relented and make up sex ensued.

Friday I got to have a sushi lunch with my ex co-workers. Damn the CEO for shutting us down and scattering us. I forgot how much I like those people and how well we got along and worked together. Damn him and his inability to keep a company afloat STRAIGHT to hell. I got to spend time with ALL my girls on Friday: Roomie, BFF, Queenie and D-bone. I loved EVERY minute of it! Both Roomie and BFF are dating new boys and I got to meet them on Friday night. I'm glad to report that I whole heartedly approve! Queenie and D-bone are still smokin' hot, single messes...although Queenie spent most of Friday night and Saturday crushing hard on one Mr. Mister, who graced us with his presence on Friday night. I couldn't have asked for a better time with my girls. We drank and danced our asses off Friday night. Early, early Saturday morning, laying in bed with Wolf, exhausted from a FULL day of perfection, I kissed him and told him "thank you". "For what?" he asked.

for knowing that I needed a day like today.

Saturday night, Wolfie and I went out to dinner with his mom and dad. In the midst of all the changes, plans and travel, it never once dawned on me that they would want to meet the girl that their son is so in love with that he's moving to be with. Once that hit me...I suddenly became very nervous. I had images in my head of saying totally inappropriate things, of not being able to carry on a coherent conversation and of simply not being liked by them. Wolf did his best to calm me but it didn't work very well. You know what did work? The two incredibly huge hugs I got from them when we met at the restaurant. They are totally adorable, sweet people. It's not hard to see where the Wolfman gets his mojo. It took me 12 seconds to fall in love with his dad, he's a riot. We ate at the Riverwalk and after dinner took a little stroll down the walk. Momma Wolf and I strolled arm in arm (loved that, BTW) and as we separated ourselves from the boys (who were busy smoking cigars) had the sweetest conversation. I'm not even going to disrespect her by sharing any of it here but the gist of it was she's never seen her son THIS in love and after two hours of dinner could totally see why he was.

Um...will you be my mommy?! Because you're totally awesome! I almost feel bad for having sex with your son now. (OK...not really)

Sunday was Easter brunch with some friends at The Cheesecake Factory then the boy and I wandered around the mall just being silly and goofy till eventually putting me back on the airplane to BoulderCo. It was weird coming home to and falling asleep in an empty apartment. Poor Buster Brown is still at the puppy resort till I get off work today. I'm ready for Wolf to be here.

Speaking of Wolf being here, he had a phone interview with a firm in Denver this past Thursday. It went smashingly and they told him they'd be in touch. I'm the worlds worst at getting my hopes up so I'm trying to control it... but I have my hopes up! Oh and because some of you have asked...yes, the sisters payed me back for the bail money. No hard feelings. It happens. I feel like your mom now but that's ok. :-)

Hope everyone has as great day! Time to work, poodles. Kisses...

Neighbors, Happy Hour, College Boys and Jail

2009-04-08T11:04:00.003-05:00

Folks, this is a long one...so strap yourselves in.

Ok...off the bat, let me just say that I came to three realizations last night. Two of which I already knew but just didn't want to admit but now I will. Let me back up and tell you that I went to happy hour last night with my new neighbor friends: BigSis, the grad student, is 23 and LilSis, the undergrad, is 21. Happy hour started for us around 6:00 last night. I strolled in the door this morning at 3:41am. Yeah. Why, you ask? Well, let's start with realization numero uno.

Realization #1: My neighbors are NOT as sweet an innocent as they seem
They brought me wine and food and apologized for not coming over sooner. How sweet is that? As we drank a bottle of wine and got to know each other, they seemed so down to earth and laid back. Just the kind of girls I needed to be around as I try to maintain the calm, simple "No Drama" life.

Oh...smoke more crack, Skippy.

Twenty minutes into happy hour, they were TOTALLY different people. Kinda like the quiet, reserved librarian that has a couple of drinks and ends up dancing on the desk in a Van Halen video in her bra and panties. It was ridiculous. We walked into the bar and BigSis immediately set up four different kinds of shots for the three of us. I hadn't eaten anything so after those four shots I'm swimming...and not in a good way. The sisters, on the other hand, were like Coyote Ugly dancers. Tequila shots. Gone. I don't know what the next drink was but it was lime green and on fire. Slam. They order up Irish Car Bombs. Down them like they're 7-up Spritzers. At this point I'm trying to stay on the bar stool. I need food in a BAD way. The sisters look like they could wrestle bears and come out on top. Which brings me to realization number two...

Realization #2: I CANNOT hold own my against two raging collegiate alocholics
It's true. I can't. I thought I could drink but these two are phenoms. And with every drink, the college boy sharks are circling and smelling blood in the water. I finally convince them to get a table so we can get some food. The beer flows STRAIGHT thru dinner. The food helps a little but I'm so behind that it's hopeless to think I'll catch up to sobriety...ever again. They want to drive across town to another bar but NONE of us are in any shape to drive so I convince them that we should just walk down the street to a different bar. We saddle up to the bar and immediately we all have tequila shots and the sisters have another Irish Car Bomb. Then, like magic, we're SURROUNDED by frat punks. So willing to buy us shots and drinks and talk to us. I decided to nurse a beer while I try to get myself under control. I had several cute conversations with a couple of frat boys who are under the DELUSION that my panties are coming off. Their pick up lines were SOOO cute, though, and I told them that. Guys don't find that kind of comment very flattering, BTW. LilSis disappears for about a half an hour. I don't even think BigSis realized she was gone. I did. Which brings us to our third realization...

Realization #3: I've become the responsible one
Ok, that may be an overgeneralization...but you know what I mean. I realize that LilSis is gone so I do the responsible thing and go looking for her as she is in no shape to be on her own. Seeing as I know absolutely NOBODY in the joint...it's slow going. It's not a huge place, how hard can this be? NO luck though. As I'm walking back up to the bar to find BigSis and ATTEMPT to get her interested in the fact that her sister is missing, LisSis comes walking in the front door with a guy and a part of my heart breaks off because I know EXACTLY where she's been and what she's been doing. I can just tell by looking at them. She stumbles/walks up to me and give me high fives. I brush the hair out of her face and say

"I think you've had enough, sweetie."

And with that she lays her head on my shoulder and snuggles up to me like a child and says

"You're right. Can we go home?"

Keeping track of these two, though, is a little like herding cats. BigSis is nowhere to be found. I sit LisSis down in a booth and trudge off to find the other. There she is...over in the corner playing pool with a group of Chia Punks. One of them has his hands all over her in an attempt to "show" her how to shoot (we've all been there ladies, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about). If they were naked it would have been a great porn scene. I tell her that it's time to go because her sister is hurtin' in a major way. She finally agrees after some serious convincing (this is YOUR sister, bitch, not mine). Oddly enough, the guys don't want her to leave:

Chia Punk #1: She can stay if she wants to
Chia Punk #2: Yeah, we'll make sure she gets home.
Me: Yeah, right. I believe that.
Chia Punk #1: We will.
Me: Before or after you rape her?
Chia Punk #2: hey bitch, you're not her mom. She can do what she wants.
Me: Son, don't fuck with me or you'll wake up with that pool cue shoved up your dick.
(his boys all start "whoopin" and doggin' him)

I grab BigSis, we both grab LilSis and make our way out. Chia Punk #2, under the impression that he has been CLEARLY wronged, follows us out, still talkin' trash. At this point, after seeing her sister, BigSis is ready to go too and wants nothing to do with Chia Punk. He's unrelenting, though, in his quest to get her to stay. Up till now, LilSis has been a lifeless body. She suddenly springs to life like a NINJA and gets in this guys face. She tells him to leave her sister alone and proceeds to kick him SQUARE in the balls. Not. even. lying. As our extreme misfortune would have it, there are two cops close by. Seeing the "melee" they make their way over to assist us. Long story short, Chia Punk and LilSis get taken away for public drunk and assault. I was smart enough to make BigSis walk away so the cops wouldn't associate her and I was sober enough by this point. I tried to convince them that I was taking her home but the boot to the berries was enough to push them over the edge.

So there I was...bailing a girl I barely know out of jail at 3:15 in the AM with money I really didn't have. It was a silent car ride home. I got them into their apartment, got poor Buster taken out, then crashed on my couch, fully dressed.

Welcome to Boulder, Colorado, boys and girls...

5 Random Questions From Brooke

2009-04-07T09:03:00.002-05:00

So my most favorite blogger/tweeter, Brook from "The Republic of Brooke", and I exchanged five random questions with each other yesterday. Follow the link above to read her answers to my questions for her.

She sent me five GREAT questions! Here they are with my answers:

1. What's the best vacation you ever had?
Hawaii...three years ago. Spent 10 days there. We island hopped, swam with dolphins, ate my body weight in pineapple, got the BEST tan and got to make love on a beach. It was heaven.

2. Brad Pitt or George Clooney? Why?
Georgie boy, of course. He'll always be Doug Ross of 'ER' in my heart. Much more smooth than Brad and that voice could melt my panties right off. Besides, Brad cheated on his wife...with HER. Ick, dumbass.

3. Did you ever have an imaginary friend growing up? Explain.
I did! a whole group actually. They were called the little bits and they lived in the electrical wall outlets and had to use my hand as an elevator to get home. I carried them everywhere with me! For the life of me, I have no idea how I came up with that when I was a kid but it might explain a lot about me now! :-)

4. What's the best advice you can give to your 17-year-old self?
MAN...this question could be a blog post all by itself. But I guess the single best piece would be: there's gonna be a period in your mid to late twenties when you're gonna have opportunities (if you can call them that) to whore around. And I mean WHORE around. Don't do it. You're wasting yourself and you're not proving anything to anyone. Be patient.

5. Would you rather have the ability to fly or teleport and why?
Fly, so I could see the scenery! Plus you never know what they would do to you during teleportation. They'd put your atoms back together and you might have an arm growing out of your back. How do you look sexy with an arm growing out of your back?! I mean, I'm sure there's a niche market for that in the porn industry...but not for me. :-)

Long Cold Weekend

2009-04-06T12:52:00.002-05:00

I've got a bunch of loose-end updates to cover so grab a blanket and a pillow...this may put you to sleep. :-)

I joined a gym last week. I had a gym membership in Tulsa but RARELY went because it was either easier just to go running or find something else to do! I figure this is the best time to try and develop a gym habit when I don't have just a whole lot of other things to do. We'll see. I went for the second time on Saturday and one of the personal trainers made a weak pass at me. Give it up, you big monkey.

It was my first weekend alone in Boulder. JRich had plans out of town and I don't really know my co-workers well enough to cold call them for dinner or drinks or whatever. I used to be deathly afraid of being alone but I figured that I've done so many things in the past month that have moved me out of my comfort zone that I'd tackle a weekend alone headfirst!

I met my neighbors yesterday. They're sisters. BigSis is in grad school at CU and LilSis is an undergrad. SWEET girls. They brought me a welcome basket that had wine and food in it and apologized for not coming over sooner. Really? We made up for it by cracking open the bottle of wine and getting to know each other! I think I finally have friends! :-)

Wolfie and I found a great new toy yesterday as well. Skype! We video chatting for over an hour yesterday. I never thought seeing someone on a laptop screen would make a difference but man...it was so good to actually SEE him while we were talking. His smile and his facial expressions made our conversation SO much better. He has a phone interview later this week with a company in Denver. Cross your fingers and wish upon a star that it goes well!

My blogger friend Brookee Brooke over at "The Republic of Brooke" and I are are swapping interview questions with each other today and we'll post our answers tomorrow and link to each other. She gave me some f'ing great questions that I can't wait to answer.

Ok, kids...nap time is over. Fold up your mats and let's go outside for recess. :-)

Enjoying the drama fee life...
-AJ

Home Alone

2009-04-02T11:07:00.003-05:00

It snowed here again last night. I'm seriously starting to love snow...something I never thought I would say. Slept in my new apartment for the first time last night too. The only furniture I have right now is a couch, dining set, a TV and two lamps (one of which was here when I moved in). The TV is sitting on two milk crates that JRich and I kiped from the grocery store. :-) The rest of our furniture will be coming with Wolfie eventually. I had originally planned on sleeping on the couch till the bed arrived but lost control at Target the other day and bought one of those inflateable beds and bedding. The poor bedroom looks BARREN. Just the inflata-bed, lamp and a milk carton serving as a night stand (yeah...I took ALOT of milk cartons. Sue me.). I won't have cable or internet till Friday so Buster and I stole wi-fi from someone nearby and watched Hulu. Suckers and their unprotected wi-fi...

Buster usually sleeps with me but I had to put a blanket on the floor for him last night because the inflata-bed was NOT gonna work for both of us! Poor baby...he just stared up at me from the floor with a look of "how can you do this to me?!" I haven't had the heart to tell him that when Wolf moves in he won't be on the bed EVER again. That'll be a hard conversation...I'll have to distract him with a large supply of Doritos, his favorite.

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself this weekend. The boy won't be here, JRich has plans, Buster doesn't drink. I may have to read a book and just stay in. Haven't done that in a long damn time. Any suggestions other than the Twilight series?

The Weekend

2009-03-31T10:04:00.003-05:00

Sorry I'm just now getting around to blogging around the weekend. It's been out of pure laziness that I haven't. Go figger.

We had a BLIZ-ZARD here last Thursday and Friday. 20 inches of snow. Yeah. So much snow that they closed down DIA on Thursday. They sent us home early on Thursday and we were off on Friday. It was crazy. I've never seen this much snow in my entire life. It's F'ing awesome. Buster flipped out at the amount of snow. Friday he just couldn't stand it anymore and BOLTED out the door when I opened it and went frolicking thru the drifts. Yeah, I'm sure he had fun but there was no fun had in chasing him down OR getting all the snow off of him. Mom was very put out!

Wolfie was here this weekend. The storm that hit us moved on to KS and OK on Friday and there was a chance his flight could have gotten cancelled. It's a good thing it didn't because I would have gone carnival freak CRAZY on someone's ass. There was no way I was waiting any longer to see him. I mauled him the minute I saw him. Most people would have been conscience of the fact that there were other people around watching but um...I didn't care. I probably would have turned around and dropped the panties right there if he had wanted it. FORTUNATELY his cooler head prevailed and we saved other people the embarassment of watching us hit it like a couple of gorillas. It wouldn't have been a family friendly scene. We made up for it later, though! :-)

We stayed at the Magnolia hotel in Denver. I didn't think it right for us to stay at the apartment all weekend and JRich offered to take care of Buster. You should look the hotel up, it was fab! Wolfie LOVED the apartment I found for us and Saturday we went out and bought a couch and a hi-top dining set for OUR apartment! (insert school girl giggle here). They get delivered on Wednesday.

The weekend went by WAY too quick...like I knew it would. And we're not going to see each other again for two weeks. All the time we had alone seemed to go in fast forward and I kept finding myself trying to slow things down. I wanted him to meet some of my new co-workers and see Boulder and all that but when you have a finite amount of time all of those activities seem like a waste. I just wanted to lay in bed with him and talk (well ok...not JUST talk) or sit and look at him and listen to him. I kept closing my eyes all weekend...trying to memorized the moment. The sounds. The feel of his hands or his body against me. His cologne. His voice. How soft his lips were. His laugh and what stupid thing I did to make him laugh. Memorizing conversation we had word for word. When did I turn into a girl?! I think we said "I love you" approximately 2,411 times. We're like Jr. High kids. It's kinda sickening.

I picked up the keys to the apartment last night. The couch gets delivered on Wednesday. I think I'm going to start staying there Wednesday night. I don't have a bed yet (it's still in Tulsa) but I'll either sleep on the couch or buy one of those inflatable ones. Wolf will be here in a month (along with the rest of our furniture) and I can manage either one of those for that long. I just want to get out of JRich's hair and space. She hasn't complained but she's the only girlfriend I have here right now and I don't wanna ruin that! LOL

That's life in the slow lane, boys and girls. The blog posts have gotten progressively more boring lately. I guess that's what settling down and falling head over heels in love will do to you, huh? Maybe I'm at the point I shouldn't do this anymore? I dunno...

Kisses, poodles. Have a great day. I'll leave you with these lyrics from one of my ALL TIME favorite songs that seem to be appropriate for me right now:

Theres a hole in my heart
That can only be filled by you
And this hole in my heart
Cant be filled with the things I do

The Alpha Male Always Protects The Pack

2009-03-26T10:35:00.004-05:00

First off...we need to give my sorority sister/temp. roommate a new name...SS just isn't gonna cut it. Henceforth, she will be lovingly known as JRich.

BTW...it's snowing here. It's totally, F'ing AWESOME!

So...last night, JRich and I went out for a little dinner, a little drinking, a little fun. To this point we really hadn't gone out and cut loose together since I've been up here so we decided we needed to remedy that. I forgot how fun she was. She's a total crack up. Last night was also the first time I've been out *alone* since I started dating Wolf. Now, I think I've sufficiently relayed the point and beaten the horse to death that I absolutely LOVE Wolfman. I do. More than I ever thought I could love anyone. BUT. I was a little nervous about going out alone. Why? Because I know me...or at least the former me. I've covered this in previous posts. In the recent past, I've had the incredible ability to fly by the seat of my pants, not think things thru and do absolutely STUPID things (i.e. McButter). Especially when I'm drinking and/or horny. Wolfie knew I was going out, had no problem with it, absolutely trusts me. I didn't tell him I was worried though. I talked to Mr. Mister (who I've been talking to on the phone quite a bit lately BTW. Side story about him in a minute) about it and he expressed his absolute trust in my ability to have a good time without getting in trouble. Easy for him to say...

Anywho...we looked hot, had a great time and went to some great establishments that further confirmed I moved to the right place. At the last bar we went to, we both IMMEDIATELY attracted two cling-ons. They kept following from a distance, smiling at us, finally sent over drinks. They eventually made their way over to us, after stopping to hug about 218 girls along the way, and tried to strike up conversations. Now for JRich...that's great. She's a single, good looking, awesome girl. I wouldn't have picked the guy hitting on her OUT for her (and apparently she agreed) but she's free and available. I gave my lucky guy ABSOLUTELY no positive signals at all...and if he had a gun to his head he couldn't take a hint. Finally he says:

Guy: We're getting ready to roll down the street to "so and so" bar.
Me: Oh yeah, well have fun.
Guy: You girls wanna come with?
Me: hmm...well, tell you what. Let's call my boyfriend and ask him. If he says yes then we're in, k?
Guy: um...

At this point, I proceed to dial Wolfies number...

Wolf: yes ma'am?
Me: Hi honey. I'm at a bar with JRich
Wolf: yes...
Me: and a guy just asked if he could take me to another bar and buy me drinks.
Wolf: k
Me: I told him he needed to ask you first.
Wolf: (catching on) well...let me talk to that hand job.

I hand the phone to the poor bastard who puts it to his ear and says:

Guy: What up?
(pause)
Guy: It's cool, dude.
(pause)
Guy: no dude, it's cool. I didn't know.
(pause)
Guy: hey bro, I get it. Just chill.
(pause)

He then hands the phone back to me and motions to his buddy. They both get up and leave.

Me: (giggling) WHAT did you say to him?
Wolf: don't worry. Is he gone?
Me: OH yeah. I think he shit himself.
Wolf: good.
Me: Thank you and I love you so very much!
Wolf: Anytime...you just let me know.

JRich and I had a gut busting laugh about that for a while. We both made it home safe and sound...thanks to the wolfman. The moral of the story? It's always good to have a wolf man in your corner. :-) I miss him so much. Can't wait for him to be here this weekend.

K...side story about Mr. Mister. I think it's pretty obvious that I have tried to keep this blog anonymous. It hasn't worked in ALL circumstances but the main people that I DO NOT want to find it haven't...so I cool with it. Mr. Mister found out about the blog. He wasn't mad or offended that there was stuff about him in it...it just made him a little self conscience. Said he has to watch what he says to me now. Great, damnit! :-) He's my friend on Twitter. If you can figure out who he is (not too hard to do) you should look him up.

I should probably get some work done now. Did I mention I LOVE my job? Yeah, I do. Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to the cast of characters that are my co-workers. They're great!

Love ya poodles!

Picture Post

2009-03-24T11:57:00.012-05:00

So this may be a picture heavy, text light entry. What are you gonna do?

For starters, I've been trying to keep my shopping to a minimum while out of work/searching for work. Keeping me from shopping is a little like keeping a crack addict off the street. I have to shop. It's as simple as that. So I've been thoroughly impressed with myself that I haven't bought much of ANYTHING in quite a while. So...last night, I decided I'd reward myself and go to Forever21.com and spend $50 and $50 only with my excuse being that I'm still in need of sweaters here in Colorado. I even stuck to the "Sale" section. Here's what I got:

I'm so totally impressed that I stayed under $50 and got some AMAZINGLY cute clothes. They'll be here just in time for me to wear the pants and pink top to pick Wolfie up at the airport this weekend.

Now, on to the BIG new. I found Wolf and I an apartment this morning. I was lucky enought to find an empty one. It's being painted as we speak and should be ready by the weekend. It's a super cute one bedroom near the Pearl Street district. It's more than I really wanted to pay but Wolf told me to get it...so I did it! Yeah! My big problem now is that I have no furniture aside from my TV. Wolfie has some that will come with him but until then...what's a girl to do? Looks like I'll be sitting in a bag chair till he moves up! :-)

My posts have been kinda boring lately huh? I should probably fix that or I'm gonna lose readers! I've realized that settling down leaves you with an abbreviated amount of drama/blog fodder. That's not a complaint though! Eventually, I'll have a new cast of characters to introduce you to. Kinda like Whitney moving from "The Hills" to "The City". But until then...help a sista out! Send me some questions or interviews or SOMETHING.

Have a great day, poodles...

Brand New Day

2009-03-22T22:45:00.000-05:00

So I'm laying here on a fold out couch, Buster laying across my feet, all of my stuff still in suitcases in SS's dining room...and I love it. We're a little crammed into this one bedroom apartment but SS is being SO great about things. She told me I can stay as long as I want (which won't be long) and she even made room in her closet for me. I spent today looking around the area at different apartments. I plan on having a place for Wolfie and I by Wednesday. Ambitious? Yes indeed.

Speaking of the Wolfman, we had a glorious week last week. We spent some GREAT and much needed quality time together. Sleeping next to him every night is something I'll have NO trouble getting used to when he gets here. I had a great time with my girls too. I'm gonna miss them the most. They threw me a goodbye party on Friday night at my favorite sushi restaurant. We had a great time, I got a little too drunk and did some very inappropriate things to Wolf. He didn't seem to mind. :-)

It was hard saying bye to Roomie and BFF on Saturday morning...we were all basket cases. But it was even harder saying bye to Wolf. I know I'm going to see him this next weekend but damn...I've never felt this way about anyone. He's gotten into my soul and I'll be damned if I let him get out. To this point, he seems to have the perfect thing to say at the perfect time. Saturday morning, standing outside my car, clinging to him, not wanting to get in the car and leave...he takes my face in his hands, kisses me, wipes away my tears and says

"Go to Colorado. I'll be right behind you. Promise."

I know you will, my love, and I cannot wait!

What Makes Me Belly Laugh

2009-03-20T10:43:00.007-05:00

Brookie Brooke over at "The Republic of Brooke" made a list the other day of things that make her laugh till her belly hurts. I told her I'd make a list...so here it is!

Feeding Buster peanut butter - this gets me. every. time. He gets so into trying to get it off the roof of his mouth that he starts rolling around on the floor and rubbing his head on the carpet. Yeah, it's kind of sadistic but he loves peanut butter and mommy LOVES to watch him eat it. Buster + peanut butter = laughing so hard I can't catch my breath.

Roomie and BFF - We crack each other up on a consistent basis. We seriously have sat around this week and laughed and laughed and laughed. I'm gonna miss that.

iCarly - I'm totally not ashamed to admit I watch WAAAY too much Nickelodeon. I'm just a child at heart. I don't know how or why I watched the first episode of this show but I laughed my ass off.

Eddie Murphy's "Delirious" - Hands down, the funniest stand up routine EVER. 'Nuff said.

Closure

2009-03-16T12:07:00.004-05:00

I am surprisingly excited about all the shit I have to do this week to wrap up, pack up and move NakedAsTheDay.com central headquarters to the beautiful town of Boulder, Colorado. I don't have much furniture and what I'm not giving to Roomie I'm putting in storage for Wolf to bring when he moves up. I'll be stuffing the Maxima to the gills and Buster and I will wave "bye bye" to the life we've known here. It's exciting and scary all at the same time. Love it.

Speaking of Buster. He wasn't happy at all that I've been gone for a week. Roomie said he was depressed all week and kept going into my room to lay on the bed. Poor baby. To get back at me, though, he's torn something up every day I've been home. Saturday, after I got home, he chewed thru the handle of one of my bags (not a good one but still...). Yesterday, while Wolf and I were out and about, he proceeded to chew up a flip flop. Today, while I was in shower, he started to mangle a tshirt. We've had a come to Jesus meeting. He's seen the error of his ways and has apologized profusely. He's still on probation.

I can't even use words to describe how good it felt to see Wolfie waiting on me when I pulled into the complex on Saturday. I don't think I've missed someone like that in my life. I jumped straight into his arms right. And although he convinced me otherwise, I thought it a grand idea to push him to the ground and fuck the hell out of him right there in front of God and the whole complex. Some people just have a problem with PDA, I guess. :-) Don't worry, though. I took him inside and got the job done. Several times.

I haven't seen or spoken to Ice since the "incident" and most of me has had ZERO desire to do either...ever. But I've been pleasantly surprised by the fact that he hasn't given Wolfie any shit for us being together so I thought it time to clear the air and bury the hatchet.

wrong.

Wolf and I went to his place to get some stuff for the week. He stays at my place for several reasons:
1) I have a nicer place and a bigger bed
2) there's usually food and beverages at my place on a fairly consistent basis and
3) there's no Iceman and my place.

Anywho...my first reaction, upon seeing Ice, wasn't to scratch his eyes out like I thought it would be. It was very tense but cordial. There was some chit chat...about the new job and the move and what not...simple and easy enough. Then Wolf went to pack some stuff and left Ice and I alone in the living room. We just looked at each other until he finally asked "so...lotta hot chicks in Colorado?" with that greasy grin of his. We used to have semi-adult conversations. We used to joke around. But as I stared at him, I realized I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. I realized that our friendship (if you wanna call it that) was always based on potential...as in we were a potential hookup. The sexual tension had been replaced with just uncomfortable tension. I used to think he was gorgeous and awesome. He was Iceman...just like in Top Gun. Now he just seemed empty and ordinary.

The whole time we were alone there was no apology or attempt to clear the air. When we left, there wasn't a "bye" or "good luck" or "have a safe trip". He just sat there on the couch, drinking his beer, watching basketball. There was a time when I could have gone either way on these two. Iceman on one side. Wolfman on the other. But as Wolfie opened the car door for me and kissed me before I got in, I realized one great thing:

I made the right choice.

Home Sweet Home

2009-03-12T13:24:00.003-05:00

When you move from apartment to apartment, things aren't that hard to take care of. Sometimes they can get a little frustrating but nothing major. Try moving to a new city in a new state. Holy. Shit. I started making a list this morning of things that have to get taken care of a I about shit a goose.

I'm driving home Saturday morning. Not soon enough for me, damnit. I absolutely LOVE it here, don't get me wrong, but I miss my Wolfie and phone sex just isn't cuttin' it. Seriously. It's good but man...it doesn't compare to the real thing. That's gonna be the worst part of this...me being here and him being in Tulsa. We talked about that on the phone last night and how scared I am of the distance. He put the conversation to rest like this:

"Do you have any idea what I've gone thru to get to this place with you? You moving to Colorado doesn't scare me one bit."

Oh...my love...WAIT till I get my hands on you.

SS has a one bedroom apartment and I've been sleeping on the pull out while I've been here. She's offered to move to a two bedroom with me but Wolf and I have decided that I need to find a one bedroom on my own. He's going to help me pay for it so that when he moves up we'll have a place to live. He's DEAD set on moving up with me which just blows me away. He says he plans on moving at the first of May...whether he has a job or not. Part of me is scared by that. But another part...a much larger part...has never felt THAT wanted or loved in my life.

On the phone this morning, BFF asked if I thought we were moving really fast. My answer? Yes...but it doesn't feel wrong. In fact, nothing has ever felt this right before.

UPDATE

2009-03-10T19:12:00.004-05:00

I. am. employed. Holy. Shit.

I've been sitting at SS's apartment for a couple of hours waiting for her to get home from work. I've been pacing a little too due to the fact that I didn't know when or how I would hear back about the interview. About a half an hour ago, her boss (my NEW boss) called me and said:

Boss: "would you be interested and/or able to hang around the
rest of the week and help us out on a couple of projects?"

Me
(bewildered and a little confused): "Um...yeah. I guess I could do
that. I don't really have to be back in Tulsa for anything."

Boss: "We figured you could help us out for the rest of
the week and if you liked what you were doing at the end of the week you could
just hang around permenantly."

Me: (long pause)
"Seriously?"

Boss: "Yeah, we'd love to be a part of our
team. That is if (insert salary here) sounds good to you."

I called Wolf in near tears and so totally excited and his response was:

"Well, I guess I better start looking for a job in Denver."

I'm moving to Colorado, folks! SS is on her way home and we're going to celebrate!

I Know All There Is To Know About The Waiting Game

2009-03-10T16:00:00.004-05:00

I found the coolest little book store on Pearl Street this morning. Sat in there in a big comfy chair, drank regular coffee from a larger than life coffee cup and perused half a dozen books. To quote that great theologian Janice Joplin "take another little piece of my heart now baby.."

Had my interview today at 1:30. First off, here's the building where SS works and where my interview was:

They call this area of downtown Denver the 16th Street mall and it's FAB-U-LOUS! The building just left of center is the one I'm talking about.

The interview was long. LOOOONG. But I think I knocked my part out of the park. I sat in the room with three people all of whom had seen both of my portfolios. The peppered me with questions for about 45 minutes...not hard questions just "questions". Then they spent time telling me about the company. I'd heard alot of it from SS but they went into way more detail.

I. Love. This. Place.

I can't lie. I love it here. I'd take a job in a heartbeat if it were offered...

If You Didn't Know Before...

2009-03-09T15:59:00.008-05:00

I. Love. Boulder. Seriously...it's F'ing gorgeous here. SS has spent the day showing me around Boulder and the surrounding area. I'm in love. Seriously. Did I mention that? Yeah.

Here are some pics of the coolest place I've seen in a long time. It's here in Boulder...called Pearl Street:

First of all...this is the view from one end of Pearl Street. Damn.

Ate lunch at Falafel King. Mmm mmm good. Seriously.

The next 3 are just random views of Pearl Street.

We're having lunch with a couple of SS's co-workers tonight and then tomorrow I have the big interview with her boss. I'm nervous as hell but SS is beside herself with excitement. She's so funny.

Sunday morning was the hardest time I've had in a long time. I had to leave Wolf. We spent a GLORIOUS weekend together. I ain't gonna lie...we had ALOT of sex. And not just good sex but the kind of sex that convinces you that you just might die with the next orgasm because nothing should feel that good. That has to be the same feeling heroine addicts have that keeps them hooked on smack. I was the bedroom version of Steven Adler ("Sober House" reference) on Friday night/Saturday morning. At one point...all I could do is meow. Yeah. I meowed. When was the last time you were so completely satisfied you meowed? Yeah, I can't think of a time either. A trust me...Wolf won't let me forget it!

So before you start thinkin' that my relationship with Wolf is purely based on sex...don't. While it is true that we didn't go to sleep Friday night till 8:30 AM on SATURDAY morning, there was a 3 hour stretch in there where we just laid in each others arms and talked. THAT...was almost better than the sex (almost). At one point, I told him that he was the only reason I didn't want to leave Tulsa and he told me not to make a career decision based on him. That kind of stung a little but I let it go. Sunday morning...he walks me and my bags to my car, we kiss and cuddle a little more and then he says again:

Wolf: "Don't make a career decision based on me or our relationship."

Me: "Why? Don't you think I love you that much?"

Wolf: "Because...I"ll follow you anywhere you go."

My GOD boy...If you didn't know before you better know now. I am SO completely yours. :-)

Wish me luck tomorrow, kittens. I'm gonna need it!

Slow Your Pony There Cowboy

2009-03-06T10:43:00.005-06:00

So it's been a LONG ass week of travelling around to work for very little money. Spent some much needed time with Wolfie when I got home last night. MUCH needed. Nothing quite like waking up next to a naked boy at 2am and telling him I need "some" only to have him light me up like it was the first time we'd had sex. Don't worry...I repaid the favor this morning by waking him up with my mouth. :-)

Mmm mmm...love that boy with the red hot fire of a thousand suns.

It's decision time. Most people would say it's too early to panic about not having a job. But I freely admit that I live paycheck to paycheck and probably beyond my means (especially now that I have no means). The bills have to get paid and making the paltry sum I did this week ain't gonna cut it, babies. None of the resumes and applications have brought any solid interest in and the potential client pick ups that we were hoping for are taking their sweet ass time. So...Sunday I make the 10 hour trek to Boulder, Colorado to spend some time with my sorority sister and to have a sit down with her boss. Is it a sure thing? Nope. Do I want to move to Colorado? Nope. The cost of living there is higher and the pay is probably lower. Not to mention the aforementioned boy that I love with the very depths of my soul wouldn't be there.

Here's the deal: I refuse to take a job that doesn't employ the education and degree that I spent my very last dime on. Call me stubborn, stupid, whatever. Add to that the fact that the job market in Tulsa slides further into hell every day. Of all the people that got laid off with me, I know of only 4 of them that have found employment elsewhere. Out of 29. And quite honestly...graphic designers are the last person on the hiring priority list right now. Wolf mentioned living together and he'd pay the bills. He even hinted at the "M" word. Slow your pony there cowboy! Let's not get CRAZY. I love you, but come on. So I have to do what I have to do...which means driving to Boulder, Colorado. At least there I would know someone and I would have an instant roommate and a place to live. Those facts, though, give me no joy. Fucking economy.

So wish me luck. I'm going to spend the next two days satisfying my boyfriend...with laundry and packing thrown in there somewhere. Sunday is gonna be a bitch...

Clawing My Way Out

2009-03-02T14:54:00.003-06:00

So it's been a week since the world went to hell in a handbag and I was laid off. I spent 3 days in a drunken state, laying in the darkness of my bedroom. An intervention was finally staged Wednesday night by Wolf, Roomie and BFF. My ass was thoroughly kicked and I was told to get my shit together. Nothing like the love of friends...

One good thing about a company that just goes completely belly up with no transition plans in place? Clients are left spinning their wheels and scrambling for alternatives to finish projects that are in progress. A group of us have made contact with a handful of former clients to see if they'd be interested in retaining us to finish up projects that were in progress when the company folded. We've had some positive response so far so we'll see where that goes. In other job news:

A former client in Oklahoma City that I did a tremendous amount of work for JUMPED at my offer to finish a few things up for them. It's not much work...a couple of days...but it's better than nothing, right?
I sent my resume and portfolio out to four places last Friday. Two have already made contact and said they like my work and will be in touch. Three of the four are local so that's a good thing. LOW paying jobs, though...I'm sure.
I have a sorority sister in Denver who is a designer like me. She said her firm is entertaining the possibility of adding a graphics and layout person. She's going to check on it and lobby for me if it's a reality.

I'm not wild about the idea of moving (or travelling for that matter) to work but you have to do what you have to do to pay the bills. I appreciate everyones good wishes, thoughts and concern for me as I dropped off the face of the earth. I'm in survival mode now...and I'm back in the saddle. When I get this focused on something I tend to have blinders on so apologies in advance for neglect or lack of updates.

I'll let everyone know what happens...

Then The Bottom Fell Out...

2009-02-23T23:21:00.002-06:00

I spent a glorious weekend with a man that I'm and falling in love with a little more every day. We had awesome conversations, great laughs, AMAZING sex (more times than I can count)...it was just the perfect weekend. I then came home and spent the evening with my girls watching the red carpet and the Oscars.

Then the bottom fell out.

I got laid off from my job this morning. Not just me. All twenty nine employees. The owners called us all into the conference room and dropped the bomb on us. No warning. No severance. Nothing. It floored us all. The meeting got very ugly very fast. Needless to say...I freaked out. Not a little. ALOT. Wolf says I shouldn't be worried...but I am. I'm scared. I'm a graphic designer and this isn't the best market for my line of work even when the economy is good. Roomie has already said I don't have to worry about rent or the bills and Wolf said he'd make my car payments if I needed him to. I know they loves me and mean the best but being a charity case just makes me feel worse.

I loved my job. I loved what I did and who I did it with. Now it's gone and I'm a little depressed...

Forever21.com Worked For Me

2009-02-19T09:53:00.006-06:00

(the following is a personal testimony and not a paid advertisement for Forever21.com)

So I mentioned in yesterdays post about the new clothes from Forever21 that I wore yesterday. I also mentioned Wolfman's reaction to how I looked when he picked me up for lunch (PS...I loved rather hot if I say so myself!). Anywho...went for a mani/pedi last night with Queenie and D-bone. We had a GREAT time and even went to grab dinner afterwards. Whilst at dinner, I get a text from one Mr. Wolfie asking if I had some time to talk to him after I got home. Are bears catholic? Does the pope shit in the woods? OF COURSE I have time for you, silly! I called him on the way home and he tells me he'll be at my place in a few. Fair enough. I'm a tad concerned given my ability to attract drama as of late but I brush it off.

Now mind you...I'm still wearing my hot ass outfit PLUS my toes and fingers are candy apple red now. FUCK. I look good. :-)

When he gets there he asks if we can go talk in the bedroom. At this point, I'm TOTALLY worried because he looks and sounds so serious. Shit. Thanks to the wine at dinner, I've got all kinds of things running thru my mind. I close the door and don't even get my hand off the knob and he attacks me. ATTACKS ME. Tells me that lunch totally turned him on and he couldn't get me out of his mind all afternoon. Tells me I've never looked hotter.

Um...you had me at "hello".

I couldn't get my hands into his pants fast enough and he couldn't get my skirt up any quicker. We didn't even get our clothes completely off till round #3. Sleep finally became a topic of conversation around 2:30am. I was completely and totally late for work this morning but the morning sex alone was COMPELETEY worth it!

And why did all this happen? Because of my Forever 21 outfit. THANK YOU Forever21.com!

(we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming)

Random Shmandom

2009-02-18T12:35:00.002-06:00

I'm wearing some of the Forever21 clothes I bought last week. Grey top, black skirt and my Jessica Simpson "Vanity" heels. I LOVE wearing new clothes! The outfit looks just how I imagined it. Wolf picked me up for lunch and the first words out of his mouth were, and I quote, "God Damn...you look awesome". Desired effect: achieved! :-)

So on the way home last night, I got a ticket! BOO! He says I was going 53 in a 40. He may be right because I was dancing and singing and not really paying attention but it doesn't matter. That's only the SECOND ticket I've ever gotten and I was sick to my stomach when he was talking to me. I was near tears (again...where's that shit coming from? I don't cry). I even choked up on the phone telling Wolf about it. I guess it didn't help any that he told me what the fine was for a ticket that big. SHIT on a cracker!

Roomie and I watched Biggest Loser last night...and drank a little too much wine along the way. We seriously have too many shows to watch on Tuesday nights. Thank GOD 90210 doesn't come back till mid March. Now we just have to choose between BL and AI. I'm totally in love with "Loser" though and have a slight crush on trainer Bob. That tight little body, all that ink...yummo!

There's a new show starting Thursday night on SOAPNet called "Being Erica" that looks really really good. But like every other obscure show I like...it'll probably get cancelled after only a few episodes.

Sorry this is a plain vanilla entry. That's what happens when you stop cattin' around like a whore I guess. :-) Totally looking forward to the weekend with Wolfie though. Getting a mani/pedi tonight with Queenie and D-bone then getting a wax (yes, that kind) tomorrow. Sister has to be ready for action, right?!

Ok lovers...have a great afternoon! Hopefully I'll have a more juicy entry soon. This one was a snoozer.

What A Difference A Year Makes

2009-02-15T21:20:00.007-06:00

Last Valentines Day, I was in a relationship that seemed stable and heading in a great direction. Little did I know that 3 months later it would crash and burn leave me convinced that relationships weren't worth the time and effort at all. Liaison's and one night stands were the way to go. Relationships were for the birds.

Boy...was I wrong.

Friday night I went out with Roomie and BFF. Had to MAKE myself not text or think about Wolf. I wanted to leave him alone so he could be with his friends. I finally broke down at 1am when I was laying in bed. I texted him to tell him good night and his response was:

"damn...I was wondering if I was ever gonna hear from you tonight! :-)"

That was just yummy. He brought Roomie and I lunch on Saturday then we and spent the afternoon running random errands and goofing off. We fixed dinner together that night (Chicken Alfredo. QUITE good!) then snuggled up on the bed and watched one of my most favoritest movies, "Serendipity". Fast forward to 2am...we had both fallen asleep watching TV. I woke up and realized he had pulled up the blanket, turned out the light and was fully intent on holding me all night long. So I let him. :-)

It was absolutely the best night I've spent with a guy that didn't involve sex! ;-) I didn't want him to leave on Sunday morning. I think it's totally goofy (in a good way though) how attached to him I am already. Other than two minor things, life couldn't be better. Those two things are:

Wolf made absolutely NO move on me. Given the fact that I basically offered myself to him anytime anywhere the other night, it's got me wondering. Wondering if he's still a little "messed" about me sleeping with McButter last weekend. I hate that...
He hasn't handled the Iceman situation yet.

Thoughts?

The Morning Drive II

2009-02-13T09:10:00.007-06:00

Todays morning drive song and dance is brought to you this morning by the lovely Michelle Branch and Mr. Carlos Santana. I hit repeat on this one about 4 times!

Also, I had a couple of people ask where my last couple of blog titles came from:
"Hello, Hello...This Is Romeo..." came from a Melissa Ethridge song called "No Souvenirs". Awesome song. Go find it and check it out.
"Change The Weather Still Together When It Ends" is from a Maroon 5 song called "Sunday". Probably my most favorite of all their songs.

So...what's everyone have planned for Valentines Day? Wolfman and I decided the other night that we'd just stay in, fix dinner and chill. No gifts, no cards, just the pleasure of each others company. What does everyone else have planned though?

Change The Weather Still Together When It Ends

2009-02-12T12:48:00.005-06:00

How do you miss the fact that you love someone...I mean REALLY love someone. How do you miss the fact that someone really loves you? Denial? Stupidity? Dumb luck? Whatever the reason, I'm guilty on both parts. You know those pictures that are made up of different shapes and colors and look like a jumbled mess but if you stare at them in JUST the right way you see the 3D picture in the background and go "OH!"? Yeah, that's how I feel. I didn't know Wolf had that in him...to feel and say those things. But damnit it just made him more sexier to me that ever.

We kissed for what seemed like forever. I couldn't get enough of him. The taste of his tongue. The feel of his lips. The warmth of his breath. The smell of his cologne. If I had my way we'd still be there doing that but alas...all good things get interrupted.

Roomie came home.

And she wasn't subtle about expressing her joy for what she was seeing. Now granted, I'm totally not against threesomes at all...but this threesome dogpile on the couch was a bit much. :-)

Wolfie (I totally have to find a reason to start calling him that in real life) and I retired to my bedroom where we laid on the bed and talked for what ended up being 4 hours. About everything. I mean EVERYTHING. We both got really vulnurable and honest with each other. We finally talked thru the whole Iceman situation. I was more than willing to take it all on myself and patch it up because they're roommates...not to mention best friends. He said not to worry about it...he'd handle it. I don't know what that means but I guess we'll find out.

I asked him if he wanted to spend the night. He said yes but he wasn't going to (plus 1 for Wolf in the sexiness column). Then I tried to even that score by saying something sexy only to be one up'd by him:

Me: Do you wanna stay here tonight?
Wolf: yeah...but I'm not gonna.
(insert smiles and giggles here)
Me: well just know that I am COMPLETELY yours whenever you want
Wolf: oh I know...

I think Mr. Wolfman just moved to the front of the sexiness line. I had either completely forgotten or blocked from my memory how good it felt to hear someone say 'I love you'. Especially when it was as unexpected as this. It's amazing how fast you get used to not hearing that.

It feels even better to say it though...

The Morning Drive

2009-02-12T10:20:00.006-06:00

Do you dance and sing in the car while you're driving? Yeah, I do. ALOT. To the point of embarassment. On the way to work, this mornings song and dance was brought to us courtesy of Ne-Yo and "All Because of You". Enjoy...

I'll finish my "Wolfman" story later on...promise!

Hello Hello...This is Romeo...

2009-02-11T14:27:00.006-06:00

OK...so...ther will be parts of this entry that will be conversation snippets from last night just to make the entry move along faster. I'll try my best to summarize the rest and not ramble on and on and on...

So...where to start? I tried like hell for a couple of days not to contact Wolf...which killed me but I managed to do it. When HE finally made contact he told me he'd come see me last night after he got off work. That's usually around 5:30...plus drive time...he's be at my place around 6ish. I got home right at 5 so I had an hour to pace and think and dread and stew. It took a glass of wine to calm me down.

He finally shows up and the tension is INCREDIBLE the minute he walks in the door. Other than 'hey'...he hasn't said a damn word yet. I've been winding myself up into a knot now for about an hour and I'm ready to break. In near tears, I just blurt out (more like shout out):

"you are gonna have to tell me what I've done so I can apologize and fix it because I can't stand this I can't stand this silence it's killing me and I don't know what I've done but I've offended you or hurt you or made you mad and I know it but I can't do anything about it unless you tell me what it is"

(yes...I said it all as one long, unpunctuated, babbling sentence)

You have to understand that Wolf is a fairly soft spoken guy. He rarely gets upset or agitated or loud. In response to my Christopher Walken-like, punctuationless babbling, he makes a quiet statement that both breaks my heart and set the tone for the rest of the conversation:

"I love you A. I do. I have for a long time. But I just don't see how you can go from wanting to sleep with ME...one of your best friends...last Friday to sleeping with a complete stranger just one week later. Does that mean if we had slept together it wouldn't have meant anything? Because that's what you're getting ready to tell me right? That this guy on Friday didn't mean anything but random sex."

Tiny little daggers...one after the other...straight into my heart. I start to express the awesome extent of my stupidity and inability to think one step ahead of what I'm doing sometimes when he stops me with this question:

"do you love me?"

By this time I'm sitting on the floor in front of him. I could feel it starting in my feet. Are my feet asleep? No. It worked it's way up my legs, into my guts, burned thru my lungs and into my throat where it got stuck like a lump just waiting for me to open my mouth so it could escape. Sobs. And tears. Damnit. All I can do is lay my head in his lap and cry. And cry. And I can't get it back together. And I'm trying to talk but it's one of those cries where you can't form an intelligible word if you had a gun to your head.

"do you love me? because if not...we're just wasting our time here for no good reason."

I crawl up off the floor, onto the couch, straddle him, take his face in my hands and kiss him. Strong. Wet. Long. Eyes shut tight. Bodies pressed together. Lost for what seemed like an hour. Finally we break and I stare him in the eyes...

"Yes, I love you."

(to be continued...)

Money Money Money Money

2009-02-10T10:24:00.006-06:00

In an effort to distract and cheer myself up last night...I went a little crazy at Forever21.com and bought some new clothes. Check'em...

fabulous work top

cleavage! did I mention I love cleavage? :-)

casual top...LOVE purple

For St. Paddy's Day...

For work...or play :-)

Because I only have 73 pairs of black pants

For goin' out

To wear with the red stilettos I bought recently

Do I Know You?

2008-12-29T13:01:00.001-06:00

So let's get to know AJ a little bit...

I'm 28. Single.
I have a grown up job. I'm secure and stable on my own.
A bit of a shop-a-holic.
I have a large group of friends that are my family since I'm not particularly close to my actual biological family.
I have a roommate that I rarely see because she spends most of her time at her boyfriends house.
I own a dog. Buster's his name. Sniffin' butts is his game.
Can't stand sleeping alone. I do it though...at times. :-)
I'm more comfortable hanging out with guys than girls.
I'm a touchy feely kinda girl.
I'm bi-sexual when it suits my interests.
Prone to dating hot losers.
Went thru a nasty break-up earlier this year. Still feeling the aftershocks of that break-up actually.
Not one for girly drinks...give me a beer.
Brutally honest. Sometimes too honest. Strangely enough...sometimes I don't wanna hear the truth myself. Go figger.

I know this goes without saying...but any stories I tell that involve other people...the names will be changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. With that, let's meet three of my friends that I'll probably be talking about alot.

Roomie - My roommate. We met thru a mutual friend and have lived together for 3 years.Like I said in an earlier post she's not around all that much lately. She spends alot of time at boyfriends house. I don't like him much so it works out. They're also like baboons during sex so it's good I don't "get" to experience that part anymore either.

BFF - My best friend in the whole world. We've know each other since grade school. She's my partner in crime alot of times and I love her to death but has a tendency to get lost in her drama and boys and needs someone on a pretty regular basis to put her pieces back together. She'd take a bullet for me though. You know...if I was ever shot at.

Mr. Mister - My co-worker that I confess to. He's good lookin', funny, semi-single (meaning he's not married), and is like a brother to me at times. All girls have a guy that get set on a pedestal because they're infatuated with him due to the fact that he secretly fills some much needed roll in our lives. We believe all the good stuff and ignore all the bad stuff. He's mine...so hands off.

I'm sure others will be involved...but I'm guessing these three will be involved more than anyone. I could be wrong. I usually am. Sue me.

The Confessor

2008-12-28T17:00:00.000-06:00

as told by Joe Walsh...

If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well what you see is only on the surface
If you try to see the meaning hidden underneath the measure of the depth can be deceiving

The bottom has a rocky reputation

You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare
From up above it's hard to see, but you know when you're there
On the bottom words are shallow - on the surface talk is cheap
You can only judge the distance by the company you keep

In the eyes of the Confessor

In the eyes of the Confessor there's no place you can hide
You can't hide from the eyes
Don't you even try

In the eyes of the Confessor you can't tell a lie
You cannot tell a lie
Strip you down to size
Naked as the day that you were born

Naked As The Day

2008-12-27T16:57:00.001-06:00

Greetings and salutations. Year after year I tell myself that I'm going to not only make a few good new years resolutions but that I am, in fact, going to keep them all year. Don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about. We all make those silent resolutions in our heads that we're not accountable to keep but stay in the back of our mind all year so that we can feel bad about them the following year. If we do, by chance, make a resolution OUT LOUD it becomes the bane of our exisitence because life become ABOUT keeping that resolution to the point that we give it up.

This year has felt like two full years crammed into one. A couple of deaths, a HUGE breakup, a car wreck, and a more drama than I can stomach are the things that decorate 2008 for me. As I reflect on it, I realize that I have very few people that I trust enough to expose the true rawness of my feelings and emotions to. I have tons of friends (both girls and guys), don't get me wrong. I've also realized that I've resorted to treating a 30-something, semi-single co-worker as my priest as I step into his confessional of an office on an almost daily basis to just drop things on him. Sometimes to get them off my chest. Sometimes just to see how he'll react. Why? Mostly because the circles we run in outside of work rarely overlap and after knowing and working with him for several years I feel like I can actually genuinely trust him to keep it to himself. And to his credit, he has offered some great rebuttals and advice and seems to actually know when to keep his mouth shut and listen. He's a great friend. But I realized something. This guy could write a book about me and my "adventures" in life (not that he would). So...my resolution this year is to beat him to the punch. The resolution I'm making outloud this year is:

Use a blog as my therapy instead of my co-worker. That poor guy needs a f'ing break. :-)

Oh I'll still tell him stuff...mostly because I've grown attached to spending time with him (that's a WHOLE different issue that we'll get into later). I'm not trying to change myself or make myself better. I am who I am. But when I get to the end of 2009 I want a record of my choices, both good and bad, so that I will only have myself to blame or thank. Plus I'm betting if anyone reads this...they're eventually going to laugh their ass of either at me or with me. Your choice.

With that said...my name is AJ (not really). Welcome to "Naked As The Day"...

Naked As The Day...

Jesus...what a long post!

The Saddest Day On Earth

Look! It's another Round Robin Tuesday!!

Question Tuesday

Round Robin Tuesday, Kindredly edition!

Back In The Game...sort of

Round F'ing Robin Tuesday

Get Your Sexy On

Three Questions: Special Edition

Question Tuesday

Tuesday Question

Round Robin Tuesday!

Round Robin Tuesday...once again!

Round Robin Tuesday...minus one.

Round Robin Tuesday!

Round Robin Tuesday. Round 10?! Holy COW!

Round Robin...whatever day it is!

Round Robin Tuesday...er, Wednesday

shop-o-holic AKA "he said I could!"

Round Robin Tuesday

Round Robin Tuesday!

Round Robin Tuesday...I mean Wednesday!

Tuesday Questions From Brooke and Randomness

Round Robin Tuesday

The Wolfman Cometh

Three For Tuesday, Part II

Three For Tuesday

Fights, Friends, Parents, and Interviews

Neighbors, Happy Hour, College Boys and Jail

5 Random Questions From Brooke

Long Cold Weekend

Home Alone

The Weekend

The Alpha Male Always Protects The Pack

Picture Post

Brand New Day

What Makes Me Belly Laugh

Closure

Home Sweet Home

**UPDATE**

I Know All There Is To Know About The Waiting Game

If You Didn't Know Before...

Slow Your Pony There Cowboy

Clawing My Way Out

Then The Bottom Fell Out...

Forever21.com Worked For Me

Random Shmandom

What A Difference A Year Makes

The Morning Drive II

Change The Weather Still Together When It Ends

The Morning Drive

Hello Hello...This is Romeo...

Money Money Money Money

Do I Know You?

The Confessor

Naked As The Day

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