Category Archives: Quiet

Mad Happy Dance!

My babies come home tomorrow!

I’ve missed them terribly, but I’ve also really enjoyed the last three weeks of relative solace. It’s strange to be suddenly free of direct parental responsibility and able to do Whatever I Want.

Some highlights: A pool party at Joe’s house (he invited me as his co-host…eep). Thomas’ first overnight in my new house. My friend Aaron from LA coming to town, which was at once hell damn fun (Simpsons movie, midnight burritos and hilarity) and strained (awkward sex moments which pissed me off and reminded me why I’m always a little cautious with my emotions when we’re together). It worked itself out in the end, though, so that’s good. And a semi-new lad whom I’ve yet to blog, but who seems to be sticking around for a good while, so more news when I’m caught up with other stuff.

Like, did you know, I have a DOG?


He is awesome, and I can’t believe that some dumbass person just left him for whatever reason. He was waiting for me at the Humane Society last Saturday and after a few baths and a clip he is sweet and gorgeous. And big. Because little dogs bug me. He’s a Standard Poodle and his head comes to my waist and his name is Churchill.

So, he has an allover afro, because I don’t rock that whole foo-foo Poodle cut. Also, check the Paul Smith-esque collar and lead. Aw, yeah, when we go walking, heads turn at the hottness.

So, boys! Dog! House with a yard! Which I MOW! With my push reel, Norman Rockwell blade-type mower! It’s almost too much, right? Your brain is reeling, yeah? Mine, too.

Finally, last night I was out with friends at a local bar where I sweetly requested a bourbon on the rocks, “But, like, really small rocks, like pebbles, really. Bourbon on the Pebbles.” The bartender looked at my cleavage, smirked over his soul patch and drawled, “Aiight, darlin’.”

This is what he poured me.


I believe I will be paying another visit to Soul Patch Boy, whose real name is Walker. Gotta love a dude who was named after a whiskey. (Hopefully he wasn’t named after the Texas Ranger, though if it yields me cheap, strong drinks and free pool, I really don’t care. Chuck Norris is a badass.)

I also believe that I am a much better pool player when my props are the above glass and a pool cue which I semi-consciously kept caressing like a you-know-what.


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Overheard Down South

Jack (snuggling up at 6:30 AM): Momma, your pillow smells like cheese. Smell it!

Madeline: Dude, your hair smells funky. Like lakewater and. . . ew, cheese! Stop making my pillow smell! (Remembers that normal vacationing people are not awake this early) Um, Jefferson’s sleeping, baby. Hush, now.

Jack: Jefferson is stinky! (raises own arm and points underneath) From here!

Madeline: I know! I’m stinky there, too. I like it!

Jack: Do you want to eat it?

Madeline: Yeah, man, like in a sandwich. Like cheese.

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This morning, when driving through the woods on our way to school Miles exclaimed, “Momma, the snow is so beautiful on the trees!”

“It really is gorgeous, huh?”

“Uh-huh. It looks just like Narnia!”


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sleeping-death weighted

leg slung across pale softness

i will never move.


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Last weekend I inherited this. It’s been lulling me to sleep with its tick-tick-ticking everynight.


Now, I love technology. I covet awesome computers and phones and PDAs and stuff.

But, man, there’s nothing like a clock you have to wind.


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At 6 AM you’re turned toward me and I’m on my back and our legs are scissored lying in warm caramel contact and your cock pulses down onto my thigh and my cunt does that seizing pumping grasping thing and I’m hot and wet and you’re hard against my skin and then you roll onto me and slide inside and we match and I don’t care if I come because this is the thing, lazy and sweet, and you kick off the covers and I know you want to come but you don’t–not yet–and my blood swirls in my head as you pin me down put your face next to mine and do that thing and my back arches toes curl and I say “oh, oh, oh,” and those are the first words anyone speaks.

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If I Were a Cat I Would Totally Never Leave the House

At 3:43 AM I rolled across my bed and reached into the top drawer of my nightstand. I couldn’t not. It was dark, my bed was warm and I was, shall we say, randy.

It was not an extended or particularly acrobatic session; at 3:43 who wants acrobatics? Just me, my bullet and my Orchid G. My orgasm was long, shuddering and total–the Emily Rose kind that causes my back to bend and my body to contort. I fell back asleep afterwards, spooning a pillow.

At 6:45 I was out of bed and rousing children to dress for school. It was chilly and I’d tossed on my robe. Miles’ socks were in the dryer and I walked across the floor to the laundry closet.

Halfway there I stopped. Something had dripped onto my foot, just missing the floor. I turned and walked to the bathroom. By the time I got there the insides of my thighs were wet with the thin, glistening, milky liquid that had coated my fingers and vibrator earlier.

The liquid that smells so intoxicatingly good I think everyone around me can smell it as well as I can. The scent that, even when it is dried onto my underwear smells creamy and sweet and heady and girly.

Not strong, it’s a gentle scent, but totally recognizable. Sometimes my mouth waters when I recognize it.

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Oh, So Pretty

Well, not exactly. I’m sick. So Feh.


My kids are overnight at my brother’s place, I’m under the duvet all cozy and looking tres francais in my Clapotis scarf, finished several weeks ago and now serving as my neckwarmer in all manner of situations.


Pretty, huh?

I’ve been productive today, despite the nagging cough and accompanying phlegm (I just like writing that–phlegm). Good things are happening to me.

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Think on These Things


  • Being awake at 5:30 AM when it’s way quiet.
  • Organic espresso at $7.99 a pound.
  • Drinking said espresso whilst eating chocolate cake at 5:30 AM when it’s way quiet.
  • Wearing the most comfortable Old Navy lounge pants during above food orgy (I love that they say “intimates,” because they are the closest things to my skin, not because I’ll ever use them to woo a consort.).
  • New baby nieces, yours and mine.
  • Friends who say “I love you.”


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