I was in the mood for some fun and picture taking. After a few well thought out photos...........this is all that I have. During one of snaps, the webcam fell over the screen. I had taken 22 pictures and this is the result, the mistake is the only pic I have.

Enjoy!

Notice the fine lines and curves.....lol. Doesn't it just get your heart racing?
Sometimes taking my own pictures bites the big weenie. *pouts*

No, it wasn't my morning tea. It was the wet dream I had of Jimmy Smits seducing me in a moving elevator. The elevator was so crowded that I had no where to go so my body was pushed against his. All of a sudden his hands were on my hips. He leaned down and in a whispered breath asked me if I was going down. When I replied "yes", he deeply said "so are my hands" Omg...SON OF A BITCH! I love waking up during a dream with my heart pounding and my body sweating. You just seem to drift off with a giddy smile and hope you can pick up where you left off.

Any wet dreams from any of you? Go ahead and share, I won't tell.

I am off to the food drive! Everyone have a great day!!

To those who have been bad, you won't be getting a lump of coal in your stockings.
Santa has a brand new bag.

I am so weak! I cracked like a reformed hooker in New York during Fleet Week. I cut my hair!
I couldn't take the messy, scraggly, hanging on my collar, let it get to the shoulders look.

Oh well. It's not like I shaved it all off in a fit of rage...lol.

Like I do every morning, I sat at the bay window and looked out at the sunrise and the water. I thought about the the weekend, the collection of food on on Saturday, finishing my holiday shopping and just how nice it is to sip tea and be warm in my cozy little home. Then I drifted off to my Daddy. I remember my Dad everyday, but more so during the mornings. When I was taking care of him during the last few years of his life, we sat every morning and had our tea. I know that most days he did not remember what we spoke of, but I do. My Dad is with me everyday, but more so in the sunrises. Growing up and even as an adult woman, he always had the right guidance for me and would lift me up with his wise words. I am a positive and happy woman because of him. He knows I'm doing well because of this. Thank you Daddy.



I had to grab the camera for this sunrise.

These are my favorite so far. I do love my bath and/or shower and always feel so naughty and extra playful afterwards. And sometimes during.........ooo la la





Which reminds me, It's time for my bath.

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We have about 25 members signed up for the "Eat My Sweets" blog challenge. I am privy to a few of the entries already. And let me just say "well done and quite impressive!!!" This is by far the dooziest of the challenges. Hot damn you people are great to play with!

If you have any questions about how to play and what we do, just drop me an email.

I will post the full participant list on Sunday (Monday for those ahead of the US)
I look forward to the fun on Monday (Tuesday, for those ahead of the US)

Let's show them what Candy is all about!

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I have been naughty too.

Broke 'Brown Sugar' muse sells Mick Jagger's love letters
(54 mins ago)[Source] msnNOW.com, updated 24 hours a day.

Wow, American singer Marsha Hunt must be feeling some satisfaction that she tucked away love letters Mick Jagger sent to her during the summer of 1969, because she's gone from being flat broke to loaded with the strike of an auctioneer's gavel. The "beautifully written and lyrical" letters were sent to Hunt, believed to be Mick Jagger's muse for the song "Brown Sugar," and she held on to them for all of these years. Sotheby's auction house sold the 10 letters for $302,000, well above what they were expected to fetch. Is it too much to hope that in this age of email, someone will buy our ex's messages in 30 years for big bucks?
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I give her credit for holding out so long.

Earlier while in the store parking lot, an elderly woman stopped smack dab in the middle of the lane to dig through her purse. She stood there blocking me and two cars behind me. I sat there for about 30 or so seconds thinking she would move. I mean she did see me. But no, she kept digging through her purse. Sooooooooo, I lightly tapped on my horn. Which is normal.....no big deal.

Her Response? She gave me the finger and said "Fuck you ya god damn bastard!"




My mouth fell open from shock. I wasn't expecting that! I laughed so hard....it was too funny. Her craggy lil bent finger up in the air and that sneer on her face....lmao. Im lucky that she didn't beat on the hood of my truck with her cane. There is no way you can get mad at such a cute sight.