New Year, New Me.

Even though I don’t necessarily believe in NY’s Resolutions, January is SUCH a great time to mark a new beginning on the calendar.

Girlz rule buuuuut…

Girls rule. But I like me some MAAAAAN.

I decided I am going to write a new book.  “Righteously Owning Your Mate.” We watched The Dog Whisperer all last weekend and OMG I am so inlove w/Cesar Millan! Talk about a backbone, there’s nothing sexier than a guy who knows  how to control his bitches HAHA

And so, driving to work today, I got the brilliant idea that I would just lay it out on paper (a manual) for guys to see, that girls might be crazy but there really IS a method to our madness.  As Cesar puts it “exercise, discipline, affection.  In THAT order.” And as that wise sentence came out of the television, I realized that that is part of the big glitch that Rak & I run into due to proximity i.e. separate states.  Not of being lol, but geographic.  And when we DO get together, he’s so busy being affectionate we lose track that I haven’t gotten “exercised” (in case you’re not getting the  innuendo, exercised means sexed-up heh heh) And so while we were watching that show, I realized part of MY problem.  As an alpha, as a lioness, as a queen… it’s not that I need to be dominated — but I DO need to know that I can be.

Drunken Halloween

Ohyea baby. It was a scotch NIGHT.

Halloween in Charleston with theDoc was grrrreat. It would seem like claiming to be a writer would help me know what-the-hell to write on this blog, but it’s fucking UNCANNY the “block” that seems to come up.

SoooOOOooo — if I could write aaaanything I wanted…  Hmmmm.

I have learned a great many things I didn’t want to learn this year and ESPECIALLY in these last few months. I’m on the accelerated program. For physicality, for emotionality, for spirituality,… for wrangling my insides into a slinky then sproinging everything through a worm-hole to straighten the shit OUT.

I’ve learned that being a lion works well with other lions — beyond that, all bets are off.  That through intimacy comes conflict… that contrast shows you your true desires… that asking the universe for the mate who’s “perfect-for-me”, doesn’t necessarily mean smooth sailing from here on out… that I have a lot more baggage after 9-million years of therapy than I would care to admit… and that someone loving me and being there for me, being on my side, CHANGES EVERYTHING.

I am a lucky girl. To have friends who love me profoundly. To have a good man who is kind in his heart. And still… I’m a girl.  And girls I think, are toooo much in their head.

If you can type…

if you can type, you can make a movie.  OMG I love this clip.

No Clue

Used to posting to CFNA’s site, but now I gots my own so I’m going to see it through. I plan on having a conglomeration of various drival — CF wod-logs & theSLice writings.
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