A day (or two or three) in the life of...

So, after chatting w/a gentleman here at work about my vacation destination for this weekend, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it is quite "European" (his words) in that the beaches are basically topless. Hmm... Really? I 'pshaw'ed' this comment to give impression that I frown upon such behavior but mentally was doing a fist pump and thinking "YESH!". Punta Cana is a liberal kinda place and they encourage one to feel at as much ease as humanly possible. I've never been to a topless beach but have always been so curious to see if I'd be ballsy enough to actually toss the top and just be a complete exhibitionist. I know nobody there (except Mikey and I trust that he'll be drunk off rum and have broken neck from other chickies bearing their assets enough that he won't even notice another half nekked chick around) so who's going to judge me or see me again, right? I'll have to play this one by ear and see if the inhibitions...

I'm not too chatty this morning so I'll keep it short. HarmsMonkey took me as her date again to her work Gala. We got dolled up, we were wined (actually, these really great Cosmos that were better than any I'd ever had before), dined, we bid (silent auction) and some shtuff (sky diving session, massage, dinner in DC and who knows what else I bid on), listened to war time stories, etc... Wasn't the most exciting event ever but the location, food and company were stellar so it made the evening. Below are the pics in order of evening : My lovely date and I. Too bad you can't really get a feel for the eye make up that I feverishly worked on. Front view: Unfortunately I just don't know what to do w/myself to pose and work it. I gotta get better at this at some point because it doesn't do the dress justice to meekly stand in it, no? Back O da dress (I really think the back made the dress so I had to have pic to see what everyone saw. Trains are cool! I will ...

Birds do it. Bees do it. My cats... yeah, they do it. I've been waking up every night/morning at 5 or so (Quincy knows when he wants to put it on Lexi... it's like clockwork) to a very disturbing howling from Quincy (my boy cat) and in a sleepy haze always find him (wether on my bed or on the floor next to my bed) mounting Lexi (smug brain sucking girl cat) and he is just slowly grinding away at her. The sad thing is, she's usually sleeping. Poor Quincy apparently is not very blessed , not enough for Lexi to be pulled out of her sleep at least (or maybe she's a 'loose' cat who has been humping around the neighborhood and she's all desensitized and stuff?). It's funny because she used to kinda wake up and start whacking at him w/her paws and if he didn't stop, she'd bite his neck and he'd scurry off with his little excitement and hide (to take care of himself?) but now she's just too tired to fight him off. She's getting old. He'...

Ok, so I'm absolutely loving the new Shakira song (Hips Don't Lie), though when it first came out I was doubtful that she'd reel me into loving it like I loved La Tortura (h... haw... hot!). It's become part of my morning ritual, in that when it comes on (VH1 Jump Start plays to get me waking up), I have to stop what I'm doing and join her in her hip gyrations. It's a given, right? Well, It occurs to me that this is what my belly dancing classes (ok, so I dropped out after about 5 classes but I got enough out of them so...) were in preparation for. This very song . So this morning, like every other morning for past 2 weeks or so, Shaki comes on and I'm in the mirror trying to perfect these dangerous moves of hers (yes, I know, this is both vain and silly in ways but so be it...) and by the end of the song I don't feel satisfied w/my following along and I find myself wishing it would just play non stop all morning. Well, this is when my aging mind rememb...

I got scowled at this morning by my next door neighbor. Like scowled to the point that my hand that was being raised to wave at him was then worked into my hair to, uh, run my fingers through hair. I sat in my car and reflected as to why I deserved the scowl.... Oh Yeah , Jems and I sang really really loud karaoke last night from 11 till midnight. Hmm... yeah, it was loud and we laughed maniacally as we made eachother perform the most tone deaf challenging tunes. I had him sing for Unchained Melody (ouch, that was tough for him) and One More Try (George Michael's tough to sing along with, who knew?) and a couple other songs. He had me sing The Greatest Love of All ("Give it up for Sexual Chocolate! ") and Kissing a Fool (because we both had to sing George Michael tunes) and then I decided on a Michelle Branch song to end the night w/a vocal display of love for my Jemmy Pie. He damn near melted in my arms after that. Then it was off to our seperate rooms (though he did tr...

I don't have much time to post today because I'm slammed at work and already so behind that I may even get canned. If I do, I have the following from this past weekend to keep me going... No pics from Friday night but Mas came over and soon thereafter, Frog, Meddy and baby Noah were at my door. After much cooing and laughing, my cousin (Caquitos, ok, Carlitos but I call him Caquitos (little poo ;-)) and his girlfriend came over. Suddenly I'm cooking up some food for everyone (oh, ok, just veggie burgers and cous cous but come on, that's a lot of cooking for Friday night) and we're all passing lil Noah around and the giggling is relentless. Finally kicked the last of my visitors (except Mas since she was spending the night) out by 12:30 or so and started packing for our NY trip the following day. Talked, laughed and cried w/Mas (she has this effect on me...((head shake))) till almost 2 and then shut the eyes and stopped replying to Mas' conversation. Next day, we...