My favorite Christmas gift was not one that I received, but one that I gave to Smug. Utenzi had done a blog entry on a cookbook. Smug commented she wanted one and bam! I had my Christmas gift for her picked out. I did not have a chance to look at it until Christmas Eve day when I hung out with Smug and we exchanged gifts. I have to admit...I held onto that book with a death grip. I was antsy...I wanted to get in the kitchen and start cooking. I think I am definitely going to have to get that book. Smug finally wrestled it from me and led me to the door gently with my lovely gifts from her: two pictures from her wedding nicely framed and a Flirtini glass to add to my martini glass collection.


I woke up on Christmas day and within minutes, Mr. C had sent me a text message. YEAH!!!! Hoping that we have a date next week. I then drove to Greensboro and had dinner with my brother at the Green Valley Grill. Very swank place and the food was delicious. My brother had Jadey and I in stitches through the meal. I think I got him a date with the cute waitress. I really lobbied for it. We shall see what happens there.

Today, I am at my big client's doing payroll and other necessary functions that don't stop because of the holidays. Metro, Sher and I went to a local pizzeria for lunch. Now, I have to explain, I am NOT dolled up at all today. Just jeans and sweatshirt (okay--that is black with leopard print, but the girls are not on display) and I did put makeup on and fix my hair, but I am not wearing any cleavage, glitz, glitter or glamour. These two guys seated across the aisle from us could not take their eyes off of me. It was obvious to everyone. Hell, they got a hard on watching me eat a pizza string according to Sher. I told Metro he was not being a very good pretend boyfriend....we figured they walked out of there going, "That lucky bastard...and he is soooo gay...." Tee hee! What fun!!! Sher has declared me the 'IT" girl. We are just trying to figure out what "it" was today cause it sure was not the girls safely hidden away for once.

Labels: Xmas

Cabana Boy was up close and personal with my deep cleavage the other night. He looked up at me with a twinkle in his eyes and said, "What a treat and it isn't even Friday yet!"

I have not given Cabana Boy the blog address and I probably won't, but I did tell him about DCF and he found that quite interesting.

Labels: DCF

Smug and I have officially graduated with our BBAs. The graduation ceremony was last Saturday and we chose to not join the parade. We both agreed....we finished during the summer...just give us the damn degrees already!

Cabana Boy just left....WOW! What an evening....took an unexpected, but more than pleasing turn tonight! Sassy got glow!

Labels: Cabana Boy, school

I volunteered to be demo'd on at my friend's massage school tonight. She wanted to show her students how to do therapeutic massage on someone suffering with a migraine. I have had many massages before, but this one was quite unique...I had (count'em) 6 people working on me at the same time. It was almost sensory overload and frankly, my mind hit the gutter. I decided that I could never be part of an orgy because my mind would not be able to handle more than one person. I was slightly freaking out with getting a massage over most of my body at the same time.

I took myself off to the Irish pub, Annie Moore's, afterward to celebrate my migraine departing. It was Redhead Tuesday so I was able to get my Irish Coffee with a hit of Kahlua for 1/2 price because of my lovely red streak. At last, this girl is getting what she wants and I think it has to do with this sassy red streak in my otherwise blonde hair.

Did I mention that I attended the annual Christmas luncheon at my big client's today? Several of my "posse" as my friend Metro calls them, were fighting over who got to sit next to me. It was amusing for all of a second or two. I got bored and walked off to talk to Cabana Boy and that caused quite the stir with my posse. Metro sat on the sidelines smirking (something he does very well) at the drama unfolding before him. I just breezily dismiss my posse, but they keep coming back for more kicks to the curb. My response to the married member of my posse when he asked me out last week was, "Let's call your wife and get her permission". That seemed to end that conversation...for the time being.

Cabana Boy and I are going out tomorrow night...should be at the very least, a fun-filled evening. CB knows how to make me laugh and I might get a chance to beat him at pool again.

Labels: Cabana Boy, On a Red Streak

I got a call from Cabana Boy this morning and he is on his way down. It appears that we may be hanging out for a couple of days. As soon as he departs, I will be having dinner with Larry the Cable Guy from my springtime dating troupe. I am curious as to why Larry wants to have dinner with me. You see, our last "date" back in the spring ended with him stating, "You are never going to kiss me are you?" At the look of acknowledgment from me he went on to say: "I am going to be very busy so I don't think I will be able to see you for a long time." I shrugged in my typical Sassy style and went on about my life, but I was a wee bit perplexed.

Larry had informed me early on that he was really not looking for romance, but he liked to have dinner with a woman on occasion and he enjoyed my company. I thought (mistakenly) that the platonic buddy arrangement was just perfect. I was not attracted to Larry, but he was a mildly amusing companion once a week for dinner and a movie. I never got the impression he thought of me any differently.

Larry has been sending emails for several months trying to arrange to meet for dinner, but each time he emailed, I was headed out of town. Right after Thanksgiving, I ran into him at the movies. He was thrilled to see me and we agreed to try to meet up. So finally, he pinned me down this week.

My week will be complete if Mr. C would call.

Labels: dating

I am baking cookies for the cookie party Friday night...yup! still up cranking them out. Anyway,
I was going to stick a cookie in the ole cleavage tonight for a slightly different (perhaps--kinky) view, but I ran out of steam...perhaps next week. Or even better...some of my blog buddettes will donate some cleavage pictures.

I am making cranberry white choco macadamia nut and apricot macadamia nut scotchies. Over the weekend I intend to make chocolate mint kisses and fudge chocolate peppermint brownies. Then I have to package my goodies up and ship them out so they are still fresh for the recipients.

Have a great weekend guys!

Labels: DCF

Cutie Patootie decided to share his romance tips:

1. Blow kisses to her often!




2. Gaze at her adoringly.




3. Tell her she looks pretty!




4. Help out around the house.




5.Cuddle with her.




6. Share your blankie.




7. Be silly with each other.




8. Give each other your space.




9. Ask her how her day is.




10. Make sure you say "I Love You" lots!!!!

Labels: Cutie Patootie, romance

Ecphrasis is the dramatic literary description of a work of art.

I started a creative writing class recently and I am fired up. I have tales, visions, words whirling about in my brain begging to be put onto paper. The class is being held at one of the local art museums and the concept is a current trend of merging the written word with art. We looked at various paintings for just a few minutes and we wrote the first five words that came to us for each painting. We were then assigned to pick just one painting to concentrate on. We examined it and wrote key descriptives. We must now construct a story, play, or poem based on our exercise. My short story is based on a painting by Sargent. It has always called to me when I visit the museum and now I am inspired with a story to tell.

The museum will hold a contest at the end of the workshop series and the winners will have their works published in a book, paired with a picture of the inspiring work of art. The book will be sold in the museum gift shop. Some of the workshops will pair us with local artists for a joint endeavor. I am glad I signed up for this workshop! It is something I have always wanted to do. Next thing to mark off my list of classes will be a creative photography class.

I was so inspired by the workshop and my #1 cousin's encouragement that I started the novel that I have been toying with for several months now and the words are fairly flying across the computer screen. I have an editor lined up to review it when I am finished. I have some leads on getting it published too. Let the creativity flow!

Labels: creative

Come on girls....send me your pics....

Labels: DCF

I have longed for my own cabana boy for quite a while. In fact, one of my personal ads states that I am in search of a cabana boy. For a week now, I have been hanging with a buddy of mine. I told him that I was going to write a blog entry about him and we promptly started thinking up a nickname for him per my usual style. We settled on Cabana Boy. Cabana Boy has been down here from NY for business and we have been keeping each other occupied most evenings. Tonight, we decided to go shoot some pool and have a few more drinks. CB is good at pool and I suck. I told him this up front. The first game he was kicking my ass...we were left with the eight ball and 5 of my balls. I came from behind and kicked him in the ass!! He accused me of being a pool shark, but I think he was just being lazy. He went on to win the next three games. We had a blast...lots of talking trash, lots of laughs, lots of White Russians. CB has the cutest dimples, the bluest eyes and the goofiest sense of humor. It is a great combination for a fine evening at a pool hall.

I was pretty far into giggleage mode from the drinks by the time we got back to my place. We were going to kiss when CB mentioned his lips were chapped and did I have that would help him. All I had that was a neutral shade was my new Philosophy Cinnamon Bun lip gloss. I put it on him and then licked a little off to taste it. Very very yummy!! Definitely worth the price...go, run, purchase from Sephora. Anyway, I was on CB's lap at this point hoping for a nice little make out session with my benefriend. I was just laughing a bit too much...we kissed, I giggled, it didn't work for CB. Then, I got the sniffles...that definitely killed the mood. *sigh* We decided tomorrow night we will have a grand finale since he is headed home on Friday. What fun a personal Cabana Boy is! I think I might miss him when he is gone.

Labels: Cabana Boy

Last Tuesday I had my first date with C. He looked like his picture...tall, dark and handsome. He was a gentleman all evening. We laughed through dinner and decided it was too early to part company so we went for coffee. We decided that we should have another date and determined this Wednesday for said date. I didn't hear anything from him since then, so I thought (sadly) that he was just like the rest of the guys I have been meeting up with since late summer.

I could taste the disappointment because he stood apart from all other dates that I have had. We talked and joked easily. He listened and he got me. I did not have to explain myself repeatedly. I felt a connection with him right off the bat and he doesn't freak me out...meaning not only is he not weird, but emotionally I am completely calm. Which is really strange, because I can envision an "us" unit and I am not ready to move to another state and change my name when I think of the future and C. That is not something I have experienced since I started down the dating pathway last year.

I finally got an email from him on Monday in response to my birthday wishes email I sent him. He told me he did not think he would be able to make our date...damn...was he going to be a jerk after all? I consulted my friend, Metro, to get the male perspective on his email. Metro gave C high marks for addressing the issue head on and in a timely fashion. He assured me I would hear from C again.

Metro was right! C IM'd me tonight and we had a long and revealing conversation. C told me he thought I was total package and that he cannot wait to see me again. He went on to describe how I made him feel. It is reciprocal. WOW! Trying to keep my feet on the ground about C because no sense in fools rushing in. He is 33 and has a stable and successful career. He lives 2 hours away and assures me I am worth every mile of the journey to see me. He is a pharmaceutical sales rep and my area will be part of his territory come January. He owns his house; he is close with the women in his family, but not to the point of them dominating him; he is incredibly handsome; he is a damn Yankee; he makes me laugh; he LOVES to travel--as in jump in the car and just go somewhere for the hell of it; he has lots of friends and is social; he is a very fine dresser; he is NOT looking for an older woman to provide him with experience; he tingles my toes and we haven't even kissed yet; he is not afraid to talk about his *gasp*! feelings. I see the potential. I am excited. This feels very different to me and I hope my intuition is not going on the fritz.

Time--that sage, that prophet--will tell what the future holds for C & I. For now, I am content to bask in the radiance of his admiration and lap up all the attention he lavishes upon me when we are together.

Labels: C is for Crush

Today, I wandered down memory lane. You see, last January I met a man who at first merely intrigued me and then I slowly felt a melting of my heart for him. He wrote me some of the most delicious, romantic poetry and emails. We fed off of each other's creative spirit and we even wrote collaborations together. I was his muse and inspiration for some of the sexiest words ever written to me or for me.

We both rushed out of bed in the morning to our respective laptops for the emails and IM's we shared. He once told me "The way that your spirit touches me is truly wonderful and I think you should know that. Know also that you are special and very beautiful. Your spirit is vibrant and so invigorating against a world of so much gray." Melted....I simply melted. And then he told me "You are a goddess and your pedestal is assured." I was more than a little smitten. It got more involved, more intense and then *poof* he disappeared with word that he had to return to England and would contact me upon return from there. That was 10 months ago. He is alive and well and apparently very married, but I have not heard one word from him since.

I think I am a romance junkie. He hooked me up to some of the most incredible feelings I had felt since falling in love with my ex-hub and then he made me go cold turkey. I still read his words when I feel particularly low. I do believe--however naive--that he did fall in love with me. I don't know what his circumstances were and probably never will, but my Oh My! When I read his poetry, his love words I find I need a fix of him that will never come about. So I approach men now with great caution and I encase this fragile heart of mine in stone and ice for mere survival.

I cannot fathom how men can just callously walk away with nary a word, with no explanation for their change of heart/mind/desire. I often wonder if he thinks of me, his muse, his poetry whore, his beating heart. Does he feel a twinge of regret?

I never spoke of him because he started out a friend and he read my blog faithfully, but he doesn't do that any longer. I wanted him to myself, I never wanted to share what we had with the blog world. I treasured even the shortest of emails I had from him. Now I wonder if I will ever meet a man who will feel inspired by me. I wonder if, when I next give my heart, will he be man enough to stick around? I wonder if I will ever feel safe to present my heart as a gift.

Do men wake up one morning and decide, "Hey today is the day I am going to drive her mad. I won't express an interest in her any longer. I will cease talking to her, I will never send another email or IM. I will not provide an explanation." Is it unreasonable to expect or even hope for a reason that the wind changed direction? I don't think I will ever understand how a man can seem to change overnight. How can one day he show a phenomenal interest and the next be cold, distant, uninterested?

I have kicked my fair share of guys to the curb to be sure, but I have given a reason to all of them...hell, even the whack jobs were given an explanation for my lack of desire to spend any more time with them....maybe I should just not give a shit? It is a personal integrity thingy....damn....I have become soft in my tiredness tonight. Why the hell did I come down memory lane? Why do I lose sleep when a guy I am interested in just walks away with nary a word???????? Why, dammit, can't I get answers to these perplexing questions?

Labels: Memory lane is a bitch and she slapped me hard