Predatory Female

My results...




(I wish)*I found this quiz @ Urban Jams.

Burnt Out

My best friend Kate left a haunting message on my answering machine this morning, as I was rushing to get my daughter ready for her dentist appointment. Her mom’s house, the house she grew up in, burnt down last night. Thankfully, she told me that everyone was okay.

Kate’s mentally and physically disabled older brother, Dan, set the house on fire shortly after his home health care nurse left for the day. He threw something into his bedroom trash can and started a blaze that would have probably killed him if his older brother, Fran, didn’t hear the smoke detector alarm from his downstairs apartment.

Fran had to physically pull Dan’s shirt and insist that they leave, as Dan resisted in the other direction.

I walked through what was left of their home this afternoon. It smelled charred and candles were melted to the wall. Everything was covered in soot. All of the windows had been broken by firemen, the floor was soaked, the ceiling was busted and the furniture was destroyed. The whole scene made me nauseous.

They had lots of Christmas presents stashed in closets and a brand new computer.
Now, they have nothing.

I feel like a lost a piece of my childhood, so I cannot imagine how they must feel about losing their home.

Kate’s mom stayed with her family last night. Fran stayed with his cousin’s family. Dan spent the night in the hospital for smoke inhalation. He will probably need to be placed in round the clock care, as he is a danger to himself and his family. He is no longer functional.

His illness has gradually progressed, making him socially inappropriate, and a stranger to the toilet and remembering to chew his own food. He has been diagnosed with frontal lobe dementia, which was brought on by MS. All I know is that the mind of my best friend’s handsome, blonde-haired, golden-eyed older brother, who used to bully me as a kid, and flirt with me as adult, has evaporated.

One afternoon after elementary school, I was twirling a baton in the front yard with Kate, when Dan came home from high school. Dan decided to pick me up and carry me to the empty trash can at the curb. He put me into the empty can and then proceeded to sit on the lid until I screamed and begged for him to let me out.

Dan told on us when he caught us smoking for the first time as teenagers.

I danced with Dan, who was seemingly still normal and healthy, at Kate’s wedding five years ago, while he kept an eye on my cleavage. He even asked me to go out to the parking lot with him, as our spouses watched him give me a twirl. I pretended that I didn’t hear him.

His current state makes me sad. He is only 39-years-old and he is almost completely lost.

His family is distressed. They have assisted him as much as possible, while his abilities have wasted away. He was a carpenter. He was very skilled with his hands.

He became addicted to cocaine after using various recreational drugs for several years. His family staged interventions and tried getting him into treatment. I believe that drug abuse stole most of his faculties, as well as his dignity.

I hope to be able to provide emotional support for my best friend and her family.

Exposure

Sharon Stone uncrossed her beautiful long legs in Basic Instinct revealing the feminine shape in between. Lately, I have read that Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan and Britney Spears have been tempting the paparazzi to take crotch shots, none of which have turned out to be flattering. I have also heard that Pink likes to go pantiless. I have seen footage of Tara Reid pretending that her new implants fell out of her top by accident. I have heard about multiple celebrities who created their own porn. I found it amusing when they feigned shock and sadness after their home movies were released to the public, which made them all more famous and intriguing.

Sexy body parts and videos grab attention. Most people are exhibitionists and voyeurs. I don’t believe that anything that I mentioned above was exposed by accident.

Going out sans panties under a short and sexy evening dress makes me feel seductive. It turns me on to know that I’m naked, without anyone else knowing. I think it is a really hot way to make a date more exciting. I also like sneaking touches and subtle caresses under the table, while sharing a meal. Seeing a wet spot kiss the fabric of my man’s crotch adds intensity to my desire. I love glancing at the tent in his pants, knowing that he is aching for me to satisfy his want. I want him to need me.

I think that most people crave attention and want to be craved. I understand the desire to be noticed, as I have shared naked photos and showed off on my webcam in the past. The novelty of that wore off quickly. I stopped stripping myself after I realized that I didn’t care if men at large found me alluring. I realized that I was really looking for love. I wanted someone to love me, really love me, even when I was feeling neurotic and sad. I wanted someone smart, sweet and special to think that I was really adorable. I also wanted lust--lots of brilliant lust.

Sometimes people are attention whores, but I believe that people just want to be loved, which is undeniably human.

Bitch in Heat

I just fought off the temptation to get fake nails, as I was getting a manicure. I don’t think that acrylic nails are healthy or even pretty, but for some reason when I saw the white tips in the box; I considered having a French manicure glued onto my tapered digits. I kept repeating to myself, "Short and chic, short and chic. I have long pretty fingers. I don’t need that tacky plastic stuff."(In my head, not out loud.) I cut my fingernails and toenails really short last night, too short. I know that they are too short because my Swedish clogs hurt the tips of my tender toes as I walk. I went to get a pedicure and manicure this afternoon, mostly because I wanted to have the soles of my feet buffed, while I sat reading in the massage chair. (I exercise a lot and I don’t want calluses.)

I also needed some comforting after what I did to my silky mid-length hair earlier this morning. I went to the salon and got another haircut. I just got a bob two weeks ago, which really didn't compliment my squarish jaw line, so I had another inch taken off and added some choppy long layers, which looks much better on me. It is shorter than I have ever had it in my life. (Jaw length) It makes my neck seem longer.

I need to start Christmas shopping now that I feel clipped and polished. I am as well groomed my toy poodle, Josie-Eve. I gave her a French name--and now I feel as chic as une femme française, which tempted me to go buy long and skinny cigarettes that will go stale, since I don’t smoke.

I had a glass of Beaujolais with a petite wedge of Camembert and a handful of cashews for lunch.

Lokshen Pudding (Kugel)

Noodle pudding is just as comforting as rice pudding. Who doesn't like feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, especially now that it is getting cold outside? I am sharing Nigella Lawson's recipe, since I think she is gorgeous and yummy. It only uses a few simple ingredients. I like to add cinnamon and a little bit of freshly grated nutmeg to mine, otherwise it is a bit bland. I love cinnamon and even add a sprinkle or two to my coffee grounds before I brew a pot.



I like to serve Kugel the same way that I serve Julgrot.
*I made sure that my sister got the almond in her pudding cup two years ago. Her wedding was on October 14, 2006. ;-)

In the Spirit of Christmas

Here is a Christmas meme...

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
Hot chocolate w/marshmallows made with warm milk.

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
Beautifully wrapped

3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
White snowflakes and icicles, wreaths and red or burgundy bows

4. Do you hang mistletoe?
Yes, I love having an extra excuse to kiss everyone!

5. When do you put your decorations up?
The weekend after Thanksgiving

6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?
Pot Roast

7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child:
I have so many, but I guess I was about eight-years-old when got an enormous Barbie estate that took up my entire pink playroom. It took my parents a long time to build that dollhouse--and I adored it! I was also really excited about my first 10-speed bike at age 10, bubblegum pink.

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
In second grade, a blonde boy, Brian the big mouth, blurted, “Santa is fake”, while I was swinging. He followed that statement by telling the first dirty joke that I had ever heard. (Punchline was, Can I put my finger in your belly button?--Ah, that’s not my finger.)

9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
Only if we get together with family members or friends that we won’t see on Christmas day

10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
White lights, silver balls, white garland, red or burgundy bows and a pretty star on top.

11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?
I love it! Snow is romantic, beautiful and fun.

12. Can you ice skate?
Yes

13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
My favorite gifts were the watercolor portraits and pictures that my Swedish grandmother placed on top of each wrapped toy. She was a talented artist and the paintings were personal and pretty. I still have some of them.

14. What’s the most important thing about the holidays for you?
Seeing my children’s eyes light up when they discover the heap of gifts under the tree on Christmas morning.

15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?
My grandmother’s snickerdoodle cookies and Julgrot

16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Sharing the day with family, while we listen to Christmas music all day and open gifts and play, eat, drink and be merry

17. What tops your tree?
A sparkly crystal and silver star

18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?
Both, but watching my kids open gifts is definitely the highlight of my day.

19. What is your favorite Christmas Song?
Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire

20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?
I usually eat one peppermint candy cane on Christmas morning. I love the smell of peppermint scented body scrub. It makes me smell like yummy candy.

*Give your answers on your blog or Santa will leave coal in your stocking. ;-)

The Escape Clause

I made this statement last year and I will repeat it today, I don't start my Christmas shopping Friday after Thanksgiving. I spend it with my kids. I think that I will take them to see The Santa Clause 3 this afternoon. I'll start my shopping on Monday. Do you like going out on this busy shopping day?

Crush - Friday Random Ten

1. Crush – Dave Matthews Band
2. Love at First Sight – Kylie Minogue
3. I Love You – Sarah McLachlan
4. I Wanna Be Loved By You – Marilyn Monroe
5. Love At First Sight – Blue
6. Crush – Lila McCan
7. Love At First Sight – Styx
8. Crush – Useless I.D
9. Love At First Sight – Michael Bublé
10. Break Me – Jewel

Cranberry Chutney

My sister and I made this cranberry chutney for our dad, after asking him if he had any requests other than apple pie for Thanksgiving. He replied, "The cranberry stuff that your mom used to make." I don’t like cranberry jelly or sauce, but this stuff is kind of yummy on turkey and it makes the kitchen smell delicious.
1 orange, peeled, tough membrane removed, chopped
1/4 cup orange juice
1 package (12 ounces) fresh cranberries
1 3/4 cups sugar
1 large Golden Delicious apple, peeled, cored, chopped
1/2 cup golden raisins
1/4 cup chopped pecans and walnuts
1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

PREPARATION:
Combine all ingredients in a large saucepan; bring to a boil. Reduce heat; simmer, stirring occasionally, for 5 to 8 minutes, or until cranberries are bursting. Chill until serving time.
Makes about about 4 cups of chutney.

Philadelphia's Thanksgiving Day Parade

It is supposed to rain tomorrow, so I’ll watch the Philadelphia Thanksgiving Parade on TV with my kids. I like to watch some of the NYC parade, too.

I am going to my sister’s house in a little while, so we can prepare for Thanksgiving. We did our grocery shopping yesterday. We are baking pies and making cranberry chutney today.

I hope that everyone enjoys feasting with family and friends tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving!

Something Pretty for Me

They are my favorite colors--and they even came with a romantic love note!

Left Begging

For those of you who read all of my hype, including a fictional fantasy, about Phil Roy in the past couple of weeks, I mentioned that he would be on CBS "Sunday Morning" yesterday. Unfortunately, he got bumped by 90 minutes of somewhat boring tales about food. The most snoring story of the morning was about aprons. I think aprons are cute, but I don't want to watch a whole bit on them. A silly lady even wrote an entire book about them. I was hungry for Phil, so I fast forwarded my TiVo all the way to the end of the show. I felt like a puppy that missed out on her favorite treat.

Phil combines food and music, which are two of life’s most sensational things. Hopefully, he will air at a later date. I'm sure that all of Phil's family, friends and fans feel the same way. We will continue to hope for a little taste of someone especially talented and tempting—on TV.

Phil's dog, Travis (left)

*Here is the online version from CBS News Online, which is like licking frozen yogurt instead of ice cream.

*Phil is just as cute as Emeril Legasse and the Swedish Chef.

*Here is a visual presentation of his "Not Leaving Home Tour."

Hello City

This morning, we took our daughter on a 30 minute train ride to the Market East Terminal. We walked through The Gallery and out into the street. We walked two blocks and entered Philadelphia’s Chinatown. It was smaller than my daughter expected. We took her shopping at the Hello Kitty store, which tickled her pink. We also stopped at a pastry shop. The “pastries” tasted strange. I thought that they were yucky.

After we covered Chinatown, we continued walking toward Center City. We stopped to check out the Reading Terminal Market, and then continued on to shoot some photos of landmark buildings with interesting architecture. Then we walked into the Historic District and took a 30 minute horse carriage ride, which was educational and fun. It was the highlight of our daughter’s day. She chose the white horse. His name was Noodle. He had a braid on his rear-end, which made my daughter smile.

We decided to catch the train home after we spent four hours perusing around downtown. My husband immediately crashed on the sofa after we walked in the front door. I am downloading photos, while he naps. However, my camera battery ran out after ¼ of our trip. My father, a fantastic professional photographer, was not impressed by that news.

I loved watching my daughter’s pretty face light up as she took in the city sights. I asked her if she liked her first train ride and she shouted an enthusiastic, “Yes!”

An Urban Evening

Last night, my teenage son invited me to go to a hardcore concert with him and three of his friends. We took a 35 minute train ride to Philadelphia and talked, joked and laughed the entire time. I talked about hair dye with his pretty girlfriend. The boys discussed their plans to mosh as much as possible.

We got off at the 30th Street Station, and walked to 21st and Chestnut where we found the concert venue. My son entered with his friends -- and I continued walking toward 18th and Walnut with my husband. Once we arrived in Rittenhouse Square, we chose the Devon Seafood Grill for dinner. Afterwards, we walked around and admired dogs and their walkers. As we approached Broad Street, we encountered what seemed to be a Civil War parade. The small army and their horses were briefly amusing.

I was wearing four inch heels, so after an hour of walking we decided to take a cab to Old City to do some shopping and people watching. It was a pleasant clear and cool evening. Next time I go downtown, I think I will have to wear something a little more practical for walking. My feet are snuggled in UGG slippers today.

How many teenagers invite their mom to hang out with them? My son has even told me that he would like to take me to school with him someday. My son is a likable, funny character. He is bright, charming and cool enough to get away with teasing his teachers. I think he wants me to see his good rapport with other students and teachers. However, I would not even consider asking the school to let me tag along as his parental unit for a day. I’m not sure whey he would either. He is a piece of work.

I love that he has friends from a variety of ethnic and economic backgrounds. He makes plans with them to see movies and concerts, etc. He also has remained close to the boys who he grew up with in our neighborhood. I am happy that he seems to really enjoy life. He embraces new experiences with confidence and excitement. Being with him is refreshing. I am so lucky, overjoyed in fact, that he is part of me/my life.

He crashed at his friend’s place after the concert. He called me first thing this morning from his cell phone, while he was waiting in a line of cars filled with students on their way to do community service at a church in Philadelphia. They had planned to help build homes for Habitat for Humanity, but the school changed plans, as there were too many volunteers. The school requires that all students do twenty hours of community service per school year, which I think is fantastic.

My son reported that he got punched in the face at the concert. He assured me that it was an accident that occurred during frenzied dancing. He’s okay—and he told me that he loved me. I’ll see him for dinner.

We promised our daughter that we will take her on a train ride tomorrow.

Global Orgasm Day...

...is on December 22, 2006. I learned about this day of shared climaxing at Philly Future.

Oh, Oh, Yes!

Spank Me Very Much!

Jim Carrey is wacky, but he is also funny and handsome, which is a fantastic and very attractive combination. I am thinking about him because my daughter recently brought her copy of How the Grinch Stole Christmas out of her movie cabinet. It is hard to believe that the holiday season is already here.

When I began watching Jim as the Grinch I began thinking about all of the wildly fun characters that he has played. He is hot fantasy fuel! I’m sure that my daughter’s sweet, young mind was in a more innocent place.

I am looking forward to taking my kids to see the holiday lights in Rittenhouse Square on Friday, November 24 at 5:00 PM.

Wind Me Up - Friday Random Ten

1. Make You Feel My Love – Bob Dylan
2. Wind it Up – Gwen Stephani
3. Rendezvous – Bruce Springsteen
4. Le Disko – Shiny Toy Guns
5. Bones – The Killers
6. Love Me or Hate Me – Lady Sovereign
7. Tell Me – Diddy feat. Christina Aguilera
8. Dangerous – Ying Yang Twins feat. Wyclef Jean
9. Suddenly I See – KT Tunstall
10. WAMP WAMP – Clipse

Don't you want it now?

"Where passions rule desires dared to be dreamt."

SEX Intro:
"This book is about sex. Sex is not love. Love is not sex. But the best of both worlds is created when they come together. You can love God, you can love the planet, you can love the human race and you can love all things, but the best way for human beings to show love is to love one another. It's the way we spread love through the universe: one to one. Love is something we make. Pass it on.

-Madonna on her Sex book, which I have never seen. I'm curious about it. I think that most people are intrigued by lust and sensuality--and are into mutual pleasure, but at the same time are somewhat uptight about sharing fantasies and nudity. I admire Madonna's boldness, but I think that some men might be intimidated by women who are honest about their interest in erotica.

Any thoughts? Thrust em at me. ;-)

Embarrassing High School Senior Prom Photos (1990)

*Top photo, Lisa, Denise and Diane my pretty, big-haired pals. Lisa, my friend since fourth grade. Denise and Diane were girls I met in homeroom in 7th grade. We had "H" last names and remained attached until we graduated.
*Second photo is of Rae and me. Best friends in high school. We slept like spoons, laid out in bikinis after school and smoked lots of cigarettes. (I quit years ago.)
We all had ungroomed eyebrows, gigantic hair and teeth that were fixed with braces.
I was slightly chubby and had recently given birth to my son. Fortunately, I still graduated.
*These are table shots from my prom. I'm the proud idiot in the center standing beside my handsome baby daddy/future husband. I was 17, he was 22. My make-up was yucky. I wore lots of black eyeliner under my eyes and no lip liner! We got these pictures because my dad's company photographed the prom.

Surreality

Today was a mommy and son day. I just got home from Center City Philadelphia with my little/big buddy. It is about a ten mile trip from our house to the heart of brotherly love town, when we drive straight down Broad Street. I am glad that we made it home in one piece. My son drove, both ways. It was the first time that I let him drive into the city, since he got his permit.

This morning was a little disappointing, as I took him for his driver's license test, which he failed for palming the wheel during parallel parking. He’ll try again in seven days. I’m a little relieved that my baby won’t have the freedom to drive without me in the car beside him--yet. I’m not sure I’m ready for all of the adventures he may decide to take with his friends without my knowledge. He is a good driver, but I explained that there are a whole lot of reckless ones to watch out for.

The driver’s test guy was handsome. He was obvious about finding me attractive—I wasn’t. He had a surprised look on his face when I acknowledged that I was the “parent”. I get a lot of curious looks in that regard. I apparently don’t look quite old enough to be the mother of a child who happens to be 6’ 3” and 213 pounds. I am glad about that, but I don’t like that my son grew for sixteen years in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

When I became a young mother, I did the math in my head…when I am 33, my son will be old enough to drive—and if he becomes a parent when he is 17, as I did, then I will be an absurdly young grandmother! I have encouraged him to wait until he has graduated from college, has a well-established career and is ready to settle down and have a family. I felt like this day would never get here and I can’t even imagine becoming a g-mom.

I want him to have the whole college experience, and have time to travel and get to know himself and the world before he dedicates his life to loving and rearing little reproductions. I wound up going to a community college for nursing instead of to a campus apartment with my best friends.

As we circled around the city, we discussed his college choices and majors. He is currently considering computers, teaching or culinary school, although he isn’t close to making a decision. I told him to do whatever he feels most passionate about and not to pick something just because a friend is doing it. He is currently on the honor roll for the first time since 6th grade, so I am super proud of him. He is trying his best to make his records look good for colleges this year, since he is a junior.

Life seems so surreal sometimes, like it did while riding down busy city streets dodging pedestrians, cabs, buses and wild drivers. I laid a comforting hand on my good-looking son’s manly thigh. I have loved being his mom every single minute since the day he was born. I feel the same way about my gorgeous ten-year-old daughter.

Translucent Groupie

I weighed myself this morning, and learned that I have lost four pounds in the last two days. This diet works! I don’t know how much I have lost in the past 11 days, since I didn’t weigh myself when I started. However, I do feel leaner. At this rate, I’ll be looking my sexiest very soon. I feel healthier since I’m eating lots of fresh produce, taking a daily vitamin and drinking lots of water. I’ve never been on a diet before, so self discipline regarding food was never part of my life. I hate it because I love to cook--and I love to eat even more! I even decided to give up watching the Food Network, since I can’t try any new recipes that aren’t on the South Beach plan.

Early this morning, I spent a few minutes with my son on the sofa watching the Three Stooges. If you have never seen Curly do the Rumba, I highly recommend it. I laughed pretty hard between sips of my coffee. The Stooges are ridiculously entertaining, which is why I TiVo it for my son. It was a great break from cleaning up after pets and children all morning.

I also TiVo The View, but I usually only watch the hot topics portion of the show. Lately, Rosie O’Donnell has been gushing about her adoration of Barbra Streisand. She is completely obsessed with her in a way that is over-the-top. She seems to develop pretty wild crushes on other celebrities (Tom Cruise) and is not shy about her feelings. Her honesty is admirable and sweet in a way, but I don’t understand her level of intensity or the reason why she feels the need to see every single Barbra concert. I have never been that excited or addicted to anyone or anything.

Recently, I have discovered that maybe I am capable of being a stupid groupie. I have been infatuated with Phil Roy for a few weeks. However, I wouldn’t see multiple concerts or collect memorabilia or photos. I wonder why he likes the word Octopus. I need to stop listening to his music for a while. I don’t like feeling so syrupy over someone who is a stranger. I become mesmerized while watching his mouth and his mannerisms. Something about him has enraptured me, which brings this song to mind...

Fever Lyrics
Peggy Lee

Never know how much I love you, you never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a feeling that I just can't bear
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night.

Bless my soul I love you, take this heart away
Take these arms I never use them
And just believe what my lips have to say
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night

Listen to me baby, hear every word I say
No one can love you the way I do
Because they don't know how to love you my way
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night

The sun lights up the daytime, the moon lights up at night
My eyes light up when you call my name,
Because I know you're gonna treat me right
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night.
You give me fever, you give me fever, oh yeah,
Fever all through the night

*For the next few weeks, I am going to keep carbs and Phil’s music out of my body and mind, so I can start to feel like me again.

Multifarious Vocabulary

Your Vocabulary Score: A

Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary! You must be quite an erudite person.

How's Your Vocabulary?

Feverish

Stewart Sternberg said...
Jess, I have a writing assignment on my blog I think you might enjoy. I mention this based on some of the posts you've made. The writing assignment is a challenge to write 1000 words or less, focusing on character development and dialogue, to write about a seduction. The seduction can take any form. It can be light or dark. It can be romantic or not. I will link to all postings with the assignment this coming Friday. Anyway, just thought you and anyone here might be interested.


I wrote this fictional tale in response to Stewart Sternberg’s assignment. It is more romantic than seductive. I realize that it is lacking in dialogue and it is over his count suggestion by 270 words, but it is what I was inspired to write. Maybe I’ll write something sexier later in the week. Thanks for including me Stewart. I added your interesting blog to my Luring Link List.

I look forward to reading other submissions. I’m sure that I will learn something.

Jessika Eve saw him for the first time while he was onstage tickling his guitar strings and her heart with his seductively sweet lyrics. He had curly dark hair and a large masculine presence that was inviting to her at a deep level. She immediately felt the urge to lick his perfect teeth. After falling in love with his soulful words and style she felt her body aching to sit on his lap. She wanted to wrap her long legs around his back and feel his broad chest pressed tightly against her full and tender breasts.

Jessika was wearing a mini skirt. She imagined how the denim fabric would slide up and over her hips exposing her shapely thighs. She imagined feeling his bulge pressing against her pelvic bone and making the crotch of her pink panties damp. She wondered how his lips would taste.

She just learned that the musician with the captivating male voice was called Dylan Ray. Dylan was the surprisingly handsome and intriguing opening act for a fantastic female named Fiona Apple. Jessika doesn’t attend many concerts, as she has two young children. She had attended many concerts as a teen, and had never felt a physical attraction to a musician or band due to digging their style--or even because they were hot.

Jessika was new to her third decade, which had surprised her with a sexual awakening and openness that she had never expected. She was relatively shy around men in her teens and twenties and had almost always ignored their interest in her. However, a hormonal frenzy had transformed her into a woman who was ripe with hunger for experimentation. When she laid eyes on Dylan, she didn’t mean to feel the way she did. It just happened, as naturally as a rose opens its silky petals unto the warmth of summer sunshine.

She was giddy with an internal excitement that made her feel almost desperate to capture his heart—his lust. She was also struck with shame as to the intensity of her desire to make him notice her. She had always thought that groupies who threw themselves at musicians were vacuous sluts. Jessika was an intelligent, selective woman who had fewer lovers in her adult life than she could count on one hand.

Jessika sent Dylan an email to tell him how much his talent had touched her. She shared details and photos of herself, even though she knew she was only a raindrop in a sea of enamored fans. She wanted to stand out. She wanted to make him as curious about her as she was about him.

His reply was friendly and polite, but somewhat clipped. He gave her his phone number after reading some of her blog entries. However, Jess was too much of a coward to actually call him. Dylan followed up by saying that he was intrigued and was looking forward to meeting her at a show, but he was not interested in trying to develop intimacy through emails. He had a busy week traveling from LA to NY for gigs and then home to have a crew waiting to tape a show, which would air on a major network the following week.

Jessika was anxious and excited about meeting him. She was unsure if she should go through with her idea to have a sleepover party with her girlfriends after his show at the Bed & Breakfast. She really wanted to spend time bonding with her girlfriends, while they enjoyed cocktails and Dylan’s great music. She also planned to play Truth or Dare like they did as girls, and have a pillow fight--and jump on the beds--and collapse giggling.

Motherhood allowed little time for such uninhibited fun.

She was also hoping to find the courage to ask Dylan to hang out with them for a little while in their room. She was even secretly hoping that he might kiss her goodnight.

Kate has been Jess’s beautiful auburn-haired, Irish best friend since they met in first grade. Like Jess, she is a mother of two. They still live in the same neighborhood, a little more than two blocks apart like when they were little girls. They played tag, hide-n-seek, jump rope, cheerleader and baton twirler during their elementary school years almost every day until Kate threatened to go home from sheer exhaustion.

Lisa is Jess’s pretty, petite German girlfriend. She has chestnut hair and eyes, and a beautiful wide, warm and inviting smile that Jess has known since fourth grade. They played Nintendo games like Mario Brothers together a lot after high school. Lisa is a social worker who is dedicated to her job. She drives so fast that Jessica found herself holding on for dear life, as a passenger in her Prius on their way to college classes.

Rae is Jessika’s almost-twin, physically. However, Rae is the prettier twin due to her cuter nose and fuller mouth, which Jess tells her often, as she affectionately kisses her on the cheek. However, Jess was genetically blessed with bigger breasts. They both have shoulder length blonde hair, long legs, narrow size-nine feet and heart-shaped faces with big round eyes framed by long lashes. Jess has blue and Rae’s are green. Rae lied to her friends in high school telling them that Jess was her twin from Texas who used to live with their dad. (Jess was forced to fake a southern accent on one occasion while visiting Rae at the restaurant where she was a waitress.)

Jess corralled her pals after several phone calls, emails and babysitting arrangements. All four women rode together in Jessika’s white SUV, while singing and being as silly as teenagers on the forty five minute ride to the show. The group of women discussed what they were going to wear down to their accessories--and the results were stunning. Jess chose a curve-hugging black, cashmere V-neck sweater, skinny jeans and scarlet, peep-toe, sling-back, patent leather pumps. She accented her outfit with a simple pair of large silver hoop earrings, a diamond bracelet and a sleek black wristlet. Her new lacy black lingerie was hidden, but made her feel more feminine.

After they arrived at the cozy B&B, they gathered around a table and ordered cocktails. Dinner was served a short while later, as Dylan took the stage. They quietly fed each other forkfuls of rich food, but Jessika was transfixed by the delicious man onstage, and therefore had trouble swallowing.

The room was relatively small and they were the only table full of women, but the professional performer didn’t seem to notice them in the small venue. However, after the concert he approached their table, as Jessika felt her legs begin to tremble. She felt like a little girl who was about to meet Fonzie, from her favorite show Happy Days for the first time. Phil’s manner was cool, as he smiled and said, “Hello ladies, thanks for coming out.” His attention turned toward Jess, as he said, “You must be Jessika.” All three of Jess’s friends focused on her, as they waited for her reply. They were aware of her crush.

Jessika’s voice came out as a whisper, “Hi. You were terrific.” Her mouth was dry. She picked up a glass of water and sipped, as she gazed up into his friendly face. Their eyes held for the briefest of moments, as Jessika felt her whole body buzzing with the realization that Dylan recognized her face from her photographs. Jess forced herself to continue to introduce herself and her friends, while feeling a little dizzy and overwhelmed by excitement. Her heart was fluttering faster than butterflies’ wings, as she offered her hand. Instead of shaking it, Dylan pulled her to her feet and into a tight embrace that flooded her with a feverish flush. Jessika melted into his arms.

Rewind & Repeat of Today

I gave myself a manicure and pedicure early this morning, and then ventured out to get a chin length bob haircut, since it is the current happening hairstyle. See Jessica Simpson's sassy shorter haircut above. Her silly face is still beautiful.

I went to the park to walk three miles with my sister this afternoon. She showed me table shots from her wedding and pretty photos from her trip to Maine. I introduced her to Phil Roy’s newest CD. She liked his music.

I ate a purely vegetable diet all day, so when I drank a glass of chardonnay with lunch I got an extreme buzz. I made coffee to help me get my head back, and then drank lots of water the rest of the evening.

I will be adding protein again tomorrow. I feel so low blood sugary this way. This diet has an all fruit and an all veg day once a week. Those days are difficult to get through. It was hard enough giving up bread, potatoes and pasta!

I better fit back into my skinny jeans fast. This South Beach type diet is torture. I’m glad that is an eleven day on, three day off plan, so I can have an occasional serving of comforting carbs. I’ll be so much happier and healthier when I lose fifteen pounds.

My sister lost weight quickly for her wedding, so her hot little bod is proof that it works. I was too sick with wisdom tooth issues to take the best care of myself for a while. Now that I am finally beginning to feel better, I want to whip myself back into my sexiest/slimmest shape.

I saw Borat yesterday. It wasn’t as funny as I had expected. Four people walked out of the sparsely filled theater during the scene in which tall, skinny and hairy Borat wrestled naked with his short, 300 poundish, even hairier friend. Some people are so uptight.

Phil Roy - Friday Random Ten

1. Exceptionally Ordinary
2. Melt
3. She Hurts
4. Amazing
5. Nobody Has To Know
6. Why Do We Make It So Hard
7. Perfect One
8. This Business Of Love
9. A Deeper Meaning
10.Undeniably Human

*You can see Phil on the CBS show "Sunday Morning" on November 19th.

*Phil video clip

*Phil Roy podcast

Proud Philadelphian

What American accent do you have? Your Result: Philadelphia Your accent is as Philadelphian as a cheesesteak! If you're not from Philadelphia, then you're from someplace near there like south Jersey, Baltimore, or Wilmington. if you've ever journeyed to some far off place where people don't know that Philly has an accent, someone may have thought you talked a little weird even though they didn't have a clue what accent it was they heard.
The Northeast
The Midland
The Inland North
The South
Boston
The West
North Central
What American accent do you have? Take More Quizzes

*I found this quiz on Bud's site.

Phil Me Up

I’m drunk on Beaujolais and Phil Roy. I fell in love with Phil, while I heard him singing the songs Exceptionally Ordinary and Melt at an intimate local theater—or maybe it was the sweetness of his folk songs that captured my heart. I rarely come across something/someone that really moves me, so it was a special moment.

I am usually touched by specific songs rather than artists or albums. Is album a word anymore? There are very few musicians who I follow faithfully. I infrequently anticipate the release of a new CD, so when I discover someone extraordinary I feel like a little girl on Christmas morning.

A few days after the show, I purchased all three of Phil’s CDs from his website, so I could absorb him in the privacy of my home. Curiosity was buzzing in the back of my mind for a few days until they arrived. His sexy, masculine voice is coming through my speakers as I write. The quality of his sound and lyrics physically aroused me—I had a damp panties moment, as soon as the pleasant vibrations of Nobody Has To Know began—and it wasn’t because I cranked up the bass. I imagine that his talent makes most women feel like melting in his arms, to steal a line from one of his songs.

I find that I often become bored with an artist, since they tend to sound similar in every track, but Phil uses an eclectic mix of styles, so his songs feel fresh and entertaining. Some are light and sweet, some are more complex and deep--and all of them are exploratory and romantic.

One of his songs is called I Love Everyone, which reminded me of a silly Jerky Boys track. My favorite Jerky Boy’s character, Tarbash, stifled a laugh as he said, “I love everyone in this life” at the close of a very silly phony phone call. (The bit is called Stop That. The Egyptian Magician also elicited many giggles.) That line has stuck with me and it’s a philosophy I try to carry with me every day. Phil’s song helped reinforce that beautiful idea. (I realize that I am a weirdo for being moved by a line that came from something ridiculous.)

I was going to list my favorite Phil tracks, but I think I need more time for them to seep in. One play isn’t enough. I'm so amazed.


Pull over—Out the door
Spread those legs
Up against the wall
Seductive lyrics sung by Phil




Why Do We Make It So Hard
-P. Roy

Light a candle it will glow
Water flowers see them grow
Speak the truth and you will see
The result is honesty
Squeeze an orange you’ll get juice
Find a lover reproduce
If you’re tired go to sleep
The simple things are all you need

Why do we make it so hard
So hard

Tell a joke and make them laugh
If you’re filthy take a bath
If you’re lonely make a friend and
If you’re guilty make amends
When you’re happy show your smile
When you’re fighting reconcile
If you like music sing along
Learn the lyrics to this song

Why do we make it so hard
I don’t understand
It’s so simple
Why do we make it so hard so hard

Have you ever thought about
Time is food for a clocks mouth
Eating every second of life
Eating every second of life

Voted

I went to my local polling place early this morning. There were only two people in front of me and four people behind me in line. I was happy that I got in and out of there quickly. I took my son with me. He even went inside the booth with me, as is our usual custom. He is in the Model UN Club at school, so he often knows more about the candidates than me. He was helpful.

This has nothing to do with the election, but I thought that I would share two pretty sentences that I read while finishing a book last night…

The moon had risen long before the late summer sunset. In the west, the night kissed the last rouge off the cheek of the day, and in the east the full moon hung high, the lamp of romance.

-Dean Koontz

Did anyone notice that gorgeous autumn moon last night? It seemed enormous!

Singing Along with Fiona

Gabcast! SwedeHart Stories #1


I made this sound bite early this morning. I wanted to learn to use Gabcast. The sound quality is so poor that I won’t be likely to use it again. This is spontaneous take one, which was done with a little computer mic and laptop speakers. I also have a slight cold and sore throat, which makes my voice sound more nasal. I don't claim to have a pretty voice, but I love to sing.

Fiona Apple Favorites

Embosomed

I’m feeling very happy. I just had my kids on either side of me with their heads on my chest, and their arms draped around my waist. I sniffed their hair and kissed their heads repeatedly as I sang, “It’s double huggy time! It’s double huggy time!” There is nothing that makes me more delighted than sharing warm closeness with my precious children. The rule is that it’s not over until we have thoroughly squeezed and snuggled--with a few ticklish pokes thrown in for giggles--for at least five minutes. My kids will only be released after they have planted kisses on both of my cheeks.

Our affectionate embrace made my day!

Brief Weekend Wrap-Up

On Friday afternoon, I got a facial and reflexology pedicure at Heaven Spa thanks to my sister, who generously gave me a gift card for my birthday. It was something that I wouldn’t have done otherwise, so I am grateful to her. My pores were steamed and treated until my face was clean and pretty. My feet were massaged and scrubbed and painted. The whole experience was relaxing. I felt like a pampered Swedish princess. I left the spa doing the Oola dance.


On Saturday afternoon, I found a birthday card inside of my mailbox from my best friend, which had been hiding for a week. (Our postman usually puts our mail on the rungs outside of the box.) She mentioned our dinner date last Saturday night and wrote that we should do it more often, since we still have so much to catch up on. It made me smile.

I shopped online for new lingerie, pjs and slippers, a winter handbag, scarlet patent leather peep-toe heels, a hot pair of brown shoe boots and a black pair of clogs, sweet body lotions and a few other girlie things.

I watched Adam Sandler’s new movie Click on Saturday night, while my daughter had a sleepover with her best friend. (My son was at a concert with his best buddy.) It wasn’t as funny or cute as some of his other films, but I liked Christopher Walken. I love his voice and manner of delivery. He is sexy, suave and a little bit scary.

I planned on seeing Borat this afternoon, but household chores and errands postponed that idea. I am hoping to see it this week with my sister. I heard a movie critic say it was the funniest movie that he has ever seen, and he has seen a lot of movies.

In between scrubbing, polishing and mopping my little house and buying pet food and a pink Nintendo DS Lite for my daughter, I sat down and watched my favorite travel shows, which I saved on TiVo. I love Globe Trekker, Smart Travels and Rick Steves’ Europe. I spent the morning learning about Australia, England, Mexico, Seattle and China Towns across the globe, while sipping creamy coffee. It wasn't as great as exploring the places in person. I couldn't shop in all of the tempting and colorful outdoor markets or eat all of the delicious local food or feel and smell the scenery, but it was interesting and educational.

I am a geek.