I want more!
Nov 1, 2009 All Things Charli, All Things X, Current Events, Family, Parenting, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms
Halloween has come and gone. Autumn and the holidays are officially among us.
I. Am. Stoked. I love Autumn. LOVE. Crisp. Colors. Leaves. Pumpkins. 
Last night, we took Charli Trick or Treating. This is her 2nd official year ToT’ing but this year it clicked. Once she realized that all she needed to do was look cute and say “Trick or Treat!” some random person would give her skittles or a sucker or chocolate.
SHE. WAS. STOKED.
After every house … she would yell “I want MORE, MOMMY!”
Of course you do Charli.
One thing that I noticed while out ToT’ing was a group of kids out and about, no costumes … and grocery bags full of candy. They were also knocking on the door’s and saying “ToT!”…
No costumes? Really?
It reminded me of when I was younger. My dad used to love to scare the shit out of the ToT’ers when they would come to the door. But, if you showed up sans costume … he would tell you all about yourself.
So I vocalized it. Tarable pointed out that maybe they were too poor to have a costume. I said “oh hell no.” And this is why.
I was dirt fucking poor when I was a kid. Like, go’ment cheese poor. Cheeseburgers on white bread poor. MacNCheese at least 2 times a week poor. And not Kraft either. My point is that we always figured out how to get a costume together.
Like the time my mom made me a bag of jellybeans. Out of a clear trash bag and colored balloons.
Or the many times I was a hobo or a hippie. You don’t need $50 or more to put a creative costume together. You can really get a unique costume together without spending much at all. It just takes a little bit of thought behind it.
My most favorite thing about Halloween is the costumes. I love seeing all of the kids in their versions of things. Last night we saw a group of teenagers that all made up a fruit basket. There was a banana, a watermelon, an apple, and the boy was the basket. You could tell they made them. It was really kick ass, actually. That is what it is about. You can go to the store and buy a god damn bag of candy. The spirit of Halloween is to get dolled or spooked and experience each other in their creativity.
Not to put a hoodie on and grab a plastic safeway bag so you can get your free candy for the year. That is some bullshit. I wouldn’t give you a damn teeny tiny kernel of candy corn. Period. And don’t be friggen 16-17 either.
Now … Some of you may be asking yourself … where was Xavier?
Xavier was/is experiencing yet another installment of creative parenting. You would think that he would have gotten it by now. It being me not being the motherfucking one. Buuuuuuuut he hasn’t. So yet again he is a guinea pig of my creative ideas on how to let the punishment fit the crime.
In conversations about the book (if you aren’t in the know click and catch up), I have let it be known that the $10 that appeared out of nowhere was someones. Not his. It was someones lunch money. It was someones $10 for a book that he used for a book that I already told him that I would buy him.
Bottom line, it wasn’t his. But he couldn’t wait. Out of his mouth “I didn’t want to wait til tomorrow.” Really?
As you may know, we last left off at the ass whoopin’. Since then, D and I have come to the conclusion that Xavier is pretty ungrateful for what he has. Therefore, his belongings will sit in boxes in his room. He will not get anything new. For a long time. He has since been let off of restriction from his room, but that is about it.
We also came to the conclusion that he does not deserve a “Christmas”. Instead of getting presents this year, Xavier will be giving them. To less fortunate children at a women/children shelter. D and I will come up with a dollar amount that we would have spent on his gifts and that money will be used for them. He will pick out the gifts and hand them out. He will serve Christmas dinner.
In my opinion, Xavier has been spoiled with material things in his 9 years and it is time to make a life long impression.
I hope that it does. Truly.
How was your Halloween?
What was the most creative costume you saw this year?
What is your favorite Halloween treat?
Tags: autumn, candy, costume, halloween, teenager, trick or treat
AllByMyselfania: Day 1
Jun 12, 2009 Etc., Fitness Forward, Friday Eye Candy, Masturbate-able, Plunges, Random, The Tarably Wicked Show, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions
(As David sweetly titled it this morning)
Yesterday didn’t count really as actual vacation. It was the “Travel Day” of the vacation, and last night I checked into the “hotel” and got settled.
It is nice to have my house to myself. I layed in bed naked and walked around naked and watched TV naked and talked to Tarable naked and slept under D’s blanket (shutup) naked. I like being naked. This picture is how I feel when I am naked in bed. (heart)
The rush of the day left my house a sty when I got home from school. I rocked the final, and decided to do a little bit of celebrating with a couple of glasses of wine. Yeah, it is cheating but I don’t feel guilty. I have successfully changed my diet and am sticking to healthy eating… going on to week 3 with little slips and a lot of successes. The one thing I did notice about drinking while SB’ing… you get drunk way faster than normal due to zero carbs in your system.
I am not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Today I say it is not a good thing. My stomach is demanding bread and I am fighting the urge to not give in. I know it would make me feel better.
Its cool, I deserve it.
Today I am gonna do something different and journal it. I am not quite sure what yet, but I am gonna try to do something different every day on my mini vacation, journal it and then blog about it for you! (Thanks Sunshine!)
So far, on the agenda:
*Finish work (I HAD to come in for a couple of hours)
*Run a couple of errands and pay bills
*Gym
*Pedicure/Manicure
*Tanning
*TAKE A NAP (naked)
*Masturbate
*Not rush anywhere OR do anything I dont want to OR feel pressured to do something that I dont want to do.
*Cook something new.
*Read a book. Or at least start one.
*Spend some time alone at home.
*Stop at a couple of garage sales.
Happy Friday, Friends! From this Friday on, I will have Friday eye candy.
This Friday’s eye candy is Tyrese. I dont give a damn if chocolate is your favorite … you cannot deny those abs. Yum!
What new thing should I try this weekend?
Do you have a SB friendly recipe suggestion?
Open Letter Friday is part of today’s blog… but I don’t have one to share today. That doesn’t mean that you can’t. Do you need to tell someone about themselves and cant? Do it here so you can fully enjoy your weekend.
Tags: candy, eye, journal, naked, open letter, tyrese gibson, vacation
You are what you eat
Nov 24, 2008 I Forgot to Tag, Random, Sex
Since I don’t get to eat all of the food I want to eat anymore… I have decided to blog about food. Forever. I am changing my blogid to WickedEating. WickedFood. EatingWicked. Heh.
EatingWicked.com. Get some.
Why am I not eating all of the foods I want to eat? Because I have 6 months until I go to Vegas for my 30th bday party. I am determined to be down from a size 12 (where I am now) to a size 8. I really really really want to non-self conciously trapse around naked and in a bikini and in mini skirts and topless at the topless beach and oh, did I mention naked?
Yeah. Naked. So a bitch has goals. Determined goals. Naked goals.
Being that T-Day is right around the corner… it is NOT helping.
*sigh*
If I was what I ate, I would be a fat cock.
I would also be a nestle’s triple chocolate drumstick. The extra large one, not the measly regular size.
I still have yet to confirm or deny that the food you consume comes out in the taste of your cum. I know that breast milk is greatly affected, but cum? Maybe D’s is so sweet because of his never ending sweet tooth.
Like you never get TMI on my blog. Pfft.
If I was what I ate, I would be whipped cream. I love cool whip and strawberries. Especially when the cool whip is frozen. Like ice cream. Speaking of strawberries… chocolate covered strawberries are among the favoritest. Ever.
I wonder why people are so into food when they fuck. Once, an old flame convinced me that honey would be a smart move when we were in a heavy session… and I ended up pissed off and sticky. Boo. Nothing says bye bye to my ‘o’ face more than having my ___ stuck to my ___. Or your ___ stuck to my ___. No bueno. Food fetishes are just really odd to me. I would enjoy eating before during and after, but my body is not a plate or a utensil. Its orifices are not meant to have shit shoved up them only to have them eaten back out.
I have had champagne drank out of my cooch before. That was an interesting feeling. The bubbles gave me an orgasm. No bullshit. I wouldnt do that on a regular basis though. My vag doesnt really prefer being treated like a champagne flute.
Even though I love cheeseburgers, to say “If I was what I ate I would be a cheeseburger” sounds gross. I am not a cheeseburger. Hm. Maybe I should stop eating them if I wouldnt want to be one.
Naaaaaaaah. I <3 the cheesy goodness of said burger.
If I was what I ate, I would be cereal. So would another unmentioned blogger. Heh.
I would also be nuts. LMFAO. You gotta love a mouthful of nuts.
I might be a powdered donut. OR a mini hostess chocolate one.
I dont really know where this blog is going other than I would like to want to eat better. I am eating better… but all I want are french fries and donuts and greasy chinese food. And ice cream. And candy. And chips. And cocknballs. Heh. That is a no calorie food substance. LMFAO.
Are you excited about Turkey Day? Why?
If you were what you ate… what would you be?
What is your guiltiest pleasure when it comes to food?
and… I am stealing from Ms. Sunshine herself… if you could write a secret message to someone on a post-it note… what would it say?
Dont be strangers! I miss my peeps and the banter, dammit!!!!! /pout.
Tags: candy, cheeseburger, chocolate covered strawberries, eat, food, fries, sweet tooth
