Let’s put a pin in that…


…and come back to it later.

I’m taking a break from my novel. I set a goal to have the whole thing finished top to bottom right to left by July 4th but there’s a big gaping hole in my plot and I can’t make my characters do what I want them to so I’m saying fuck it for the moment. I’m taking a break to just read for the next couple of days. And I’m NOT reading any erotica, I think I need to give my mind a little rest from that. I’m just going to submerge myself in a delightfully, dark thriller titled Heartsick that has been sitting on my night table for the past few weeks begging to be read.

I’m feeling really homesick these past couple of days. I can’t put my finger on why that is. Maybe it’s the impending holiday and lingering nostalgia for how previous Independence Days were spent. Maybe it’s because I suddenly have all this change happening in my life and I’m yearning for something familiar to latch on to. I miss knowing and liking my neighbors; I never realized how important that was before. I miss those backyard barbecues and summer nights filled with lots of beer and lots of laughs. Hopefully, when I move into my new house at the end of the month I will have some neighbors like that. Oh, did I fail to mention that I was buying a house? Yeah, I have conflicting feelings about it. I love the house, love the neighborhood and can’t wait to move in but buying this house means that the Hubs is definitely taking that contracting job overseas for a year and we’ll be seperated the whole time. See how that kind of puts a damper on the whole thing? He’s leaving on the 8th of August, just one week after the closing. I cannot express how much that sucks.

Yeah, so, that’s enough of that…

What I’m listening to right now…


This video is HOTTT!!! I don’t quite get the significance of having that beautiful body covered in sticky tar, except that maybe if you apply enough it gets really, really slick. Or maybe the fun is in washing it off. Hmmm…Sticky, dirty Shakira or wet, squeaky clean, Shakira?*wipes drool off of chin* Which do I like better? Do I have to choose? Did I mention that I love this woman and ever curve, slope, sensuous line of her body? I mean, who else can make their hips move like that? Not J. lo that’s for sure. Thank you,mama, for letting everyone know that there are other latina’s besides mexicans and puerto ricans. Shake that Colombian ass…

Huh?

Oh, and Alejandro doesn’t look half bad either.

He said…

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He said…
“I love it when you whisper you secret fantasies on my tongue.”

I whisper them because even after nine years of marriage I still feel shy about revealing all of the dirty corners of my mind. Maybe it’s all that catholic guilt, but even considering that I have to admit that lately its getting easier. A lot easier. Maybe it’s all this writing about sex. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s my summer time ritual of sitting on the patio at dusk drinking rum and reveling in just how fucking AWESOME my life is right now. Maybe it’s because in August I won’t get to see him for six months and I’m trying to fit all the fucking I can in the next thirty to forty five days. Whatever it is…I’m feeling sort of insatiable right now and I bet the hubs is feeling very lucky.