So this is Christmas

k. Listen.

Before the ladies get all in a rage, I want to clearly state that CAW will be continued on Tuesday of next week. Don't throw tomatoes at me here... I' m just saying that I'm gonna need two more days of CAW and I frankly don't have two days to play with being that it's Christmas.

Besides, this gives the men that thought they missed the deadline until 4pm on Monday the 26th to pull it out and capture it.... This means more for us to appreciate ladies.
Work the patience, work it hard.
Jesus, if you need a quick link to the last two because you can't stand the strain click here, and here.

I must admit that I didn't think this would go as well as planned... I have never been so proud of my male readers!!! And wouldn't you agree that we women have been quite courteous about the rules? :)

Here ladies, look at this while I talk to the guys. Thanks!
are you looking? Good good.

Now guys, do I have your full attention? k.

Sometimes we listen.
But only to other women obviously, so if you have something important to say to a woman (or your woman) tell another woman and have her tell her. Oh, and when you mention it to that other woman make sure you say "don't say anything but..."

Anyway, back to the point about appreciating cock... I see that Shay does a cockblogging day, is that better than a full on pictorial for a whole week?

I'm wide open for suggestions. But I'm still tighter than a century safe... so don't get cocky.

And now for something completely different:

The Holidays.

I'm writing this bit for my good friend Sass, in the hopes that she may feel some holiday jazz. And perhaps this will infect the rest of you with the Christmas spirit as well.

As adults we hamper and hinder the Christmas spirit sometimes. Not intentionally, but responsibilities dictate we must abhor our giddiness in compromise of balancing our checkbooks or buying gifts for co-workers we can't stand.

It's difficult to get in touch with the child of the spirit sometimes I know.

Since my responsible adulthood happened Christmas has been a chore instead of a time for joy. But the carols sing so fondly of happiness and comfort. Why can't I feel that way too?
I feel no comfort in staying up til 2am to put presents from Santa under the tree, only to wake at 3:30 to a bounding child wanting to see if 'Santa had come yet'? I feel no comfort in spending $200 on something completely unnecessary but wanted and earned. I feel no comfort in being told I have to get something done instead of wanting to do it.

So I have located a conundrum that a lot of us feel right now. For some pressure, for others detachment or loneliness... This year has been one that not many are smiling and excited for the holiday. I have noticed this everywhere... It's as if time is going too fast for us now. And dammit it seems to have happened just about the time they put Gdub in office. Coincidence? I think not.

I have children that get more amped everyday because they awaken and know that it's two more days until Christmas. Their excitement is contagious... I find that normally my Christmas joy starts Christmas morning while the boys are wide eyed at their gifts. Then it ends as soon as those god damned zip ties on the fucking toys starts! Holy shit I've NEVER seen so many twist ties and zip ties holding in one little Tonka truck.

Today while driving home, Auld Lang Syne played on the radio. I got a rush of emotion I hadn't felt in quite a while. And no I wasn't PMSing... But I did think of every single person in my life and the parts and pieces they play. Every single one of you (comments no comments), cross over readers, and others that evolve in my close circle make me everything I am.

That goes for you too Zanie, C and J - you groan ass bitches.
and you Martini Mini - my webdaddy
and you Robin - and your kick ass smile

My attitude changed from there on out, my holidays are made and my attitude about it has been stimulated. I thank each and every one of you for the light and inspiration you've provoked in me...

If you haven't had the chance yet this year... Listen to Auld Lang Syne... You may do a flip-flop too... And if so hug something, it makes you feel better about the weeping.

k. nuff of that.

I will not be posting anything new until after Christmas. But I will be checking for comments and hopefully commenting as well... I hope that all of you have the happiest holiday ever~

Maybe Christmas night might be good for a drunken IM? I'm thinking that way we can discuss what we got for Christmas... Those of us with children should be slamming drinks round early evening... Those single will most likely already be smashed.
so, im thinking that would be perfect.

In the Meantime, have a happy and safe holiday. Don't be stupid and drive drunk, seriously. The cabbies need the money too.

I leave you with this picture, a soft kiss under the mistletoe, and a promise that I will return to posting soon....

If you happen to trip in to the Naughty Lounge for the Holidays, pull up a barstool... I'm pouring shots!

xxx Emma ooo