Wishing ~ MoP #2

Fingers trail slowly,
Across icy expanse.

Drawing dreams

In window panes,

Drawing hopes,

And Laughs.

Red and White ~ MoP #1

The faire has been laid,

Lucky shirt worn.

Surrounded by friends,

The SuperBowl is on!

On the edge of your seat,

Pulse on high.

61 years in the making,

"Cardinals, Its your time!"

Backward and Forward

`Well, January '09 is over. One month down and 11 more to mess up..oops, I mean make changes for the better. ;)

I got alot accomplished and nothing at all done this month! The first half I got a good bit of studying in despite a streak of infections with my wisdom teeth. Finally got those darn things out a few weeks ago! Which has turned me into an unmotivated, blog surfing, lump of laziness the last half of the month.

I remember my dad made some crack about me getting my "smart" teeth out before the surgery. Shit, he may have been right!

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Have a lot of plans for the month of February. Besides getting back into the swing of things with school, I want to try and start working out again in the mornings, and go through my belongings and de-clutter a bit.

As for the blog... besides the HNT, TMI, and 1WW's, I am going to attempt to participate in A Month of Poetry. The site says:

A Month of Poetry is a challenge to write a poem a day in the month of February. Send your poems to us, post them on your own blog (send us a link), print them in chapbooks and sell them, read them aloud to your friends, or burn them one by one. Just keep writing.

Time to brush the ol' cobwebs off the creative noggin' and see what I can come up with. This should be interesting. ;)

HNT #5 ~ Layers

Great Cake Debate

Chatting online with SM last night while I was working...

callie: i got Ho Ho's today, hee hee!
SM: LOL it's the little things.
callie: ya, the name alone makes them more fun to eat than just the cupcakes.. even though its the same darn ingredients.
SM: LMAO
callie: AND Ho Ho's are better than DingDongs... go figure .
SM: i don't know about that
callie: *gasp* you like DingDongs more than Ho Ho's?
SM: ha ha ha. yeah i do
callie: Ho Ho's have more cream filling
SM: you sure about tthat
callie: more filling, less cake
SM: LOL
callie: Although... they did get the names backwards... considering
SM: i was thinking the same thing. LOL i was going to call you a perv
callie: I am a perv, but you cant call me one if you were thinkin' it too

It's the little amusements that keep me from nodding off at the computer at 3 a.m. Still amazes me, the crap my mind comes up with sometimes. :D

VS.

What do you think?

TMI Tuesday 1 ~ Movie Edition

My 1st TMI Tuesday!!

1. What was the last movie you saw in a theater?
OMG! Ready for this one?? It was Superman Returns in 2006!! Which I had to see not only once, but again when it came to IMAX in 3-D, thanks to my Superman-obsessed ex, SM.

2. What is your favorite movie theater snack?
Mmmm.. gotta have Red Vines... fresh ones.. all soft and chewy.. *drool*

3. Have you ever snuck in 'outside' food into a theater?
EVERY time I go... or, uh, went that is! Unless I am on a date and he is paying. ;) but that hasn't happened in... ohh, AGES!! The theater just charges way too much for stale candy.

4. Have you ever made out in a theater?
Oh, yea! Who hasn't at least hit 'first base' at the movies??

5. What is the 'farthest' you have gone in a theater?
Umm... second base, rounding 3rd *brushes cobwebs off the memories* Oh, do drive-ins count?? Hee hee!

Bonus (as in optional): What is one of your favorite movie sex scene?
The first one that comes to mind is Boxing Helena. There are several oh soo hot scenes in that movie, but the one that comes to mind is when Nick and his girlfriend, Anne, are getting sweaty while Helena watches through a crack in the door. A song by Enigma is playing... and it pauses.. the breathing... ohh my! *starts fanning self* H.O.T. I think I need to go rent that movie again!

I tried to find a clip.. but no luck! Here is the trailer if you haven't seen the movie. It's one of my favorites, but definately has the creepy-factor going on.

Waiting

She holds her breath in anticipation waiting.

Always waiting.

When peace settles around her like a comfortable sweater,

The solitary sound a single beat of her heart.

Her eyes are cast down, seeing nothing and everything,

Following the fines lines of her skin engraved like memories.

Time is perfection.

This is her moment.

But...

Surrender is inevitable

HNT #4 ~ Yes, It's cold in here

HNT #3 ~ M.I.A.

*spot reserved for HNT #3*

oops. I am late, but that is nothing new.. the eternal procrastinator!



...starts digging though photos

If I were a boy..

*(This artist is Lisa Lavie and I am absolutely in love with her since finding her on youTube. She does covers that showcase her amazing voice, but her originals are just as great. I am sure I will have more of her music on here as time goes by, but check her out on your own!)

Eggs

I am a member of CM and have been for many years. My profile was originally created when I was a ProDomme all those many years ago.. and my screen name reflects that. When I got single again, I reactivated my profile and switched my preferences over to reflect the little subbie that I truly am. As you can imagine, this invites a lot of comments and some confusion with the contradiction!
So recently, I just decided to ditch the old profile and start new for the new year. Along with the old screenname not reflecting who I am any longer, the whole 'I want to tame the Domme' scenario that I seem to get from those that don't actually take the time to read my profile is getting rather old.


Like any dating/social site, there are 100 bad eggs for every 1 good egg you happen across. But the site does provide some amusement while skipping around basket in hand for the elusive real Dominant. ;) VanImp at Vanilla Impaired calls those bad eggs "Duminants" and so true it is! Here is her blog on how to spot this abundant species and tips on how to avoid being pestered by one!


I got this message a week or so ago that I had to share! I think this guy fits VanImp's criteria.

First contact from SirClueless*: Kneel and open your mouth

My reply: Only if you want it bitten off. Do not presume to order me.. you are NOT my master.

hee hee

Clueless: Smiles. But that could be rectified. You have a beautiful back and beautiful profile


Wow, dense. I am thinking he didn't get the point the first time around, just a guess though.. However, that day I didn't want to waste more energy on this eejit.

Me: Not going to happen. Sorry. Good luck, elsewhere.

Him: I didnt expect the tediousness of that from your profile!

my blank stare...uhh......

My profile says very little... but one of the things it does say is that I am NOT looking for an eejit... err.. Master. That I am only there to meet new people and friends. I think I need to start letting my little Domme back out again, and start seeing just how much I can toy with the Duminants.



*names have been changed to protect the...errm...innocent?

Nip/Tuck

My little blog got a little plastic surgery today. Face lift, boob job... Isn't it deliciously yummy now?? :> There are still a few things to tweak here and there, links to add, etc., but I think I is an excellent layout compared to the standard run of the mill templates provided by Blogger.

I had been toying with the idea of moving over to WordPress and even set up an account and imported my posts last week. I heard they are more customizable among other things (if you want to pay, I found out!) These past few days over there I have been trying on the pretties, twirling in the mirror, trying to get a feel for their setup. I just couldn't get used to it, I guess. I couldn't find that perfect little black dress that fit just right.
So, here I stay for now. Maybe someday when I have more time to devote to programming, have a bigger audience, and in general just need more... we'll give it another go.

HNT #2 Markered

HNT #1 ~ Happy New Year!

This week's theme was favorite HNT from 2008, but obviously I don't have any as this is numero uno! So here is my favorite picture from last year. Bon Appetit!

that time of year

...where we attempt to turn our back on the past and stare down the future by making promises we will never keep...

Yes, its resolution time!

I have a few. The obligatory blog blog blog, lose weight, stop smoking, workout more...

But I have others as well. I have vowed mental self-improvement. I have to undo some of the damage caused by my ex. It has been a rough few years. So, this year has to get better or I will... I will... well, I will just whine about it on here! ;)

talking to myself

I write my best stuff in my head..lying in bed, far away from pen and paper. The words pour forth like a river... beautiful, thoughtful, ...inspired. Problem is as I sit here to commit my prose to print, these words no longer exist. My brain becomes that tone you hear when you've left the phone off the hook............

~please hold and an operator will assist you momentarily~

craving

i need to feel your hand on my neck, your lips caressing mine...
your breath on my face as you wait for me to start to breathe again.

under the rug

my insecurities get the best of me at times. i try to hide them away, to sweep them under a rug for no one to see. The problem is they fester. The stench of their rotting eminates through my existance, wrinkling my nose and contaminating the air still.
Because of the smell, the curiousity to lift the corner of the rug and poke and them a bit, re-examine and therefore relive them becomes almost an obsession.
They taint the air, taint my actions, often times bringing to fruition the once unfounded fears.
A sort of self-sabotage.

puppet

sometimes you can't outrun your past. no matter how hard you try or how many miles you put between you. thank you, internet :(
i thought i had cut my puppet strings and become a real girl, but no..
this someone (well, several someones -cause hyenas always travel in packs) sneaks up on the unsuspecting callie and manages to throw her life into turmoil. she sits and regroups while he/they run cackling off back to their own miserable existence to lay low and plan her next demise.
life slowly returns, emotions are packed safely away after damage assessment... time passes..

but she knows they will be back.
some out of spite and evil, some seeking parts she cannot give. all pulling at the flesh of her soul.

yes, Pinocchio, you are still just a puppet.

in the darkness..

would you be able to find my hand in the darkness?
would you instinctively reach ?

does your soul shake when I speak with you?
does the bleeding..run hot?
does your mind rest within the thoughts I have given?
or does it ache for more?

again the dance comes to mind ..
I step, you step

..my hand out stretched waiting for the music to move you closer.

the song is playing,
you hear the notes.

the question is as you posed...do you wish to be found?
or do you wish I leave and turn the light off?

and i cried as i took that fearful step forward and placed my hand into his. my soul sighed and my heart held its breath for one terrifying moment before the tears came to my eyes.

The dance just started

Telling yourself to stand your ground and not retreat from me..felt good and yet very unsettling didnt it? Each sentence was a beat of my heart that I spoke to you.

The biggest part is fearing that it is all just pretty words and poetry.. words have no meaning without the emotions to breathe life into them.
Then protect what you must with me..until you find what it takes to step again.