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.