A Brief Hiatus

Yeah, you see what I did just there? That's called a mini-break. You know, grief and all that.

Anywho, back now. Thought I'd hop on to mention my latest ponderings.

Like for instance I'm starting to believe we have a ghost... that or my bedroom toys are being possessed. It's weird. I was awoken this morning at 1 am, an hour after falling asleep from my handy dandy hand time. My daughter was stirring so of course that got me up.

After waiting and listening to her mumblings I was able to hear a faint whirrrrrr coming from some undisclosed location. A quick grope under the bed yielded nothing. Turning on the bedside light and leaning over to look didn't help either.

Finally I got up, got my daughter some water, and turned on the full light. I was looking all over that drned floor. I checked every device. Nothing. None of them were on and there was no more noise. I went back to sleep.

Fast forward to 15 minutes ago. I'm heading into my room to grab something and there it is- that same whirring again. Of course I check and see nothing. I shrug and head out of the room. The moment I hit the doorway it stops. Not another peep.

This is starting to be a little bit creepy. Do I have some kind of pervy poltergeist?

Only time will tell.

Also, I ran into an old kind-of-friend yesterday. I guess he's still with his old SO, the one I had known. Have you recently had someone tell you how good you look? I haven't... unless you count my mother. The last person to even notice my appearance like that (that I noticed anyway) was my ex.

So, I run into this old friend who now has a son and his girlfriend. He says I look hot. I'm flattered of course. He goes on to mention it again a few more times in the conversation.

Needless to say this made my day. I would never ever think of pursuing anything with this man/father but still, it's nice to have some appreciation- especially since I wasn't even trying. Yep, that's right. No makeup, no jewelry, not even 5 min in front of the mirror doing my hair.

I'm lazy like that.

Anyways, I'm thinking it might not have been that I looked that amazing. It might have been that it was the first time he saw me in that light. Back when he knew me I had a mini Buddha growing in my belly.

So, yeah, not sure why I just told that story. Didn't really want to toot my own horn or anything. It just made me happy. In some small way karma was paying me back. I might not have mentioned but we ran into each other while I was donating a bunch of clothing, even the Gymboree I was planning to sell. It came to me the other day that life is too short. Any day our loved ones might leave us. When I think of that Gymboree doesn't seem like such a large price to pay knowing that my life and possessions are being spent in a meaningful way.

I guess the universe approves of my new-found outlook. The compliment was just what I needed.

^_^

TMI Tuesday

Would you rather.....

1. A relaxing vacation or an adventurous trip?

This isn't really a contest. I don't believe in paying a ton of cash to do something you could do at home. Have you heard of the term stay-cation? Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

If you want to relax do your budget a favor and just stay home. I would never turn down something adventurous though. The risk for fun would be too great.

2. Get a perfect nights sleep or have amazing sex?

Again, no contest, amazing sex wins out. I would have to be physically exhausted to choose sleep and very rarely am I that tired.

3. Be intimate with the lights on or off?

Okay, you got me. I'm one of those lights-off kind of girls. I like to leave the blinds open though. There's something beautiful about that unearthly glow skin gets when it lays under the moonlight. Lights are so... unromantic.

Oh wait, I forgot. Candle-light would be an exception. You'll get a very nice shine with those too. I think it just boils down to ambiance, setting the right mood.

4. Your S/O be a terrible kisser who could always make you orgasm or an amazing kisser who could never make you orgasm?

Orgasms, hands down (heh). I'd go the way of the prostitutes on this one and happily never french again. Of course I'd be willing to do that without the orgasms. I've never been a big fan of shoving tongues down each others throat. I'm more of a necking and biting girl myself.

5. Date someone much younger or much older than you?

This one's tough because my choice would be colored by the fact that I'm a mum. Young guys can be hot enough but I'm still pretty young myself so youth isn't too big for me yet. Maybe when I'm older, after my babe has grown and left the house. THEN I would be into younger guys. Right now their lack of wisdom isn't all that appealing. I have my limits though. I'd rather not date at all than go with a man old enough to be my father. I don't have those kinds of daddy-issues, thank God.

Bonus (as in optional): Which reality show would you be good at? Why?

Hells Kitchen, I might get wiped out right off the bat but I love to cook. The experience would be worth it and I'd be so grate-

Oh who am I kidding, Gordan Ramsay is pretty hot. I'd be more than happy to take orders from him any day... shine his silverware... taste his T bone... heat his sausage... pork his loin- wait.

Whoops.

I'm sorry baby, it slipped.

Day 4- On Limits

So if anyone besides me is actually reading this blog you may have noticed I didn't write a post for day 3's challenge yesterday. No, it's not that I forgot (at least not entirely). I just got caught up in watching Doctor Who, doing dishes, & reading stuff around the house.

I did manage to read a fanfic last night but I picked a pretty disturbing one. I thought the premise was interesting and then it turned into a car wreck. You want to look away but you can't seem to make your eyes listen. Sometimes online fiction can be like that. I didn't mind too much though. I'm used to it. I just won't be posting the link.

However I did promise to post some erotic fic sites. I don't have any specific story/author recommendations. I rarely read much online anymore. Usually I'm caught up in my irl books. They keep me busy enough. *wink wink, nudge nudge*

So yeah, if you're wanting some general ideas you can check out any of these sites:

• AdultFanFiction.net- Adult Fan Fiction, from Alice in Wonderland to X men
  
• BDSM Library- Original Bondage/S&M Stories, many might be a bit... hardcore
• Literotica- Original Erotica, multi-genre
• The Restricted Section- Harry Potter Fics, R or NC-17

Pretty much anything else can be found through the handy-geeks secret weapon: the google search.

Back to the original subject, if you're following Mominatrix's blog tonight's challenge is to use *gasp* lubrication.

Now, I may have seemed like a pretty laid-back, sexually liberated woman so far. In this case I'll have to shatter that pretty little illusion. I have only ever used lube once in my life... and that was about a week ago... by myself... while un-sober on new years eve.

For some reason I feel I should say more on the subject but even getting the word out is hard for me-

L...

L...

Lube.

Every time I even so much as write it I cringe inside. I also have issues with flavored condoms but that's a horse of a different color. (lol, I made a "pun"ny.)

I think it's just the synthetic-ness of it all. It bugs me. I have no clue what kind of chemicals go into that stuff. I might try it and wake up to find I have spider-senses, can leap tall buildings in a single bound or some other comic-bookish thing. Life is uncertain like that.

It reminds me of that scene in The Matrix when Neo wakes up in the giant human harvesting hive completely naked covered in some reddish gloop. Whatever it was it sent his naked body sliding and slipping on a hellish nightmare of a ride- and there wasn't even penetration involved.

Lube-face

Ugh.

Yeah, I'm completely freaking myself out right now thinking about it.

So, tonight will be a challenge... a real one. But hell, they say the only thing we have to fear is fear itself. An ounce of slimy, silky, completely unnatural, watery-yet-not-water substance can't be that scary...

Or can it?

*dun dun dunnnn*

My Guilty Pleasure

I actually watch this web show from time to time.

I don't know what it is. He's obviously one of those guys who tries too hard to be smooth. Who thinks women must just drop from the sky. Who probably wouldn't be "the monogamy type."

Okay, I know what it is. It's his accent- and his obvious charisma. I'm pretty sure were I to ever meet this man I would be flattered but probably a bit harsh with the joy of shooting him down. That doesn't mean he doesn't have some sort of overly obvious appeal.

Come on,

"Roses are red...
Violets are blue...
Can I get your number please?"

Classic. XD

Ready to hit the sheets?

"Off with your clothes!"

I know I am! I'm kind of a closet nudist in the comfort of my own bedroom, especially in the summer when the heat is high. The stupid apartment a/c doesn't reach my room so it's either go nude or wake up repeatedly throughout the night due to your blood boiling inside of you. I suppose one might consider it hot... in a bad way.

But it's not the summer, it's the winter. As part Momintrix's daily challenge I'll be skipping my oh-so-comfy PJ's tonight and slumbering freestyle under multiple blankets. Then again, I've been known to skip the PJ's in the winter too when the mood hits (after my LO is in bed of course.) Okay I'm not expecting this one to be too difficult for me but hey, any reason go clothing optional is a good one, right?

When you're at home you don't really need society telling you how to dress. Just wear what you want (within moderation, try not to flash the kiddo's if you can help it) and enjoy your home as the castle it's meant to be, complete with your own mini-monarchy.

Long live the queen!

Just Wanted to Add

After re-reading my last post I thought I might clarify real quick.

The no-pants thing does not mean no-undies, boxers, or long johns. In fact, I would encourage them... unless you want to find yourself sitting in lockup with a few cons bare-assed. I dunno about you but I wouldn't recommend it.

Also, for those who are curious I won't be attending this one myself. It's not that I wouldn't- heck, I even just bought some super cute long johns. I just have other plans that day.

Maybe next year.

No Pants Subway Ride on January 10th

Improv Everywhere is at it again. The annual No Pants Subway Ride will soon arrive.

What is it?

Well, it's pretty much what it sounds like- a LARGE group of people get together, hop on the subway, and take off their pants, much to the surprise of the other passengers.

Want to participate?

Find out more about it here.

31 Days of Sexual Resolutions

Ruffles, the color yellow, and strawberries- a match made in heaven...
ignoring the fact that it's a thong of course.

Mominatrix is hosting a unique challenge, one so interesting and inspiring that the moment I read about it I had to run out and create a new gmail account AND blog just to share in it. Thus Quoth the Rabbit was born.

Anywho, the first day's assignment is to wear a thong. She was right about one thing- us moms aren't usually the first to hop on the thong bandwagon. I know I'm not. I own a few but personally I can't stand 'em.

I mean seriously, thongs are a perfect example of one of the reasons men think we're the inferior sex. The majority of men wouldn't be caught dead walking around all day with a stupid strip of cloth hiking up their butt. I'd rather just be naked underneath than have to stop and dig every time I stand or get out of a car.

Oh yeah, I'd rock the "au natural" thing.

But that's beside the point. In the interest of full participation I've decided to wear one. That's why I'm hanging out in my PJ's today, messing with the pretty little scrap of fabric over my crotch every so often.

Not my idea of fun, but hey, tomorrow I get my wish and can sleep naturally nude so I guess it all works out.

Nevermore

Nevermore will I keep my mouth silent. I'm tired of living up to others expectations. It's exhausting. This new year I vow to give in to me- my deepest desires, my darkest passions.

Life is too short to live it by others rules.

Nevermore.