10 "Quirky" Things About Me...
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Posted:Oct 28, 2012 4:31 pm
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Disclaimer: I'm only doing this because [_SAFIRA] asked me to and I have a really hard time saying "no" to her. I may even cheat a little bit and work off of a couple of hers...don't worry though, these are the things we actually love about each other and things we actually laugh about. 
1. About 1.5 years ago, I came very close, much too close, to losing my life. Started out simply as pnemonia and quickly turned into a deadly case of ARDS. I FIRMLY believe had it not been for my family and my sweet dear friends, _SAFIRA being one of many, standing in the gap for me and refusing to let me go, I would not be here today. I wouldn't recommend that as a way to quit smoking for most, but hey, for me...it worked.
2. My "name" actually came to me from my Daddy. I was ever a Daddy's girl and followed him around from the time I could crawl. I was a little bit of a thing, with more bravodo than common sense which kept me always getting scraped up, so he'd pick me up, dress it up, touch my nose and sprinkle "pixie dust" on it to make it better. Eventually I just became his little Pixie and it stuck.
3. I LOVE chocolate. Love seems such a tiny word actually for what I feel for chocolate. I suppose it's more like an obsession. All chocolate...any chocolate...any time. Is this the way to my heart? Mmmmm...and many other things too. 
4. I am for the most part a "sweet" person, unfortunately I also have a rebellious streak a mile long. If you tell me I "can't" do something, I will move heaven and earth to make sure I do it. Even more, if you tell me I HAVE to do something, I'll think it through and if I feel like it I will, but...if it's a "rule"...odds are I'll find a way NOT to do it. Or at least do it on my own timeline, my way. While some might see it as a character flaw, it has worked for me over the years, and sometimes has been the driving force behind my success.
5. Conversely, I am a PUSSY. Seriously. I don't do scary movies, I don't go to haunted houses, I don't do haunted hayrides, and even though I live less than 45 minutes from Busch Gardens, you will NEVER see me on a roller coaster. Nor will you ever hear me say, "Hey...lets go jump out of a plane!"
6. I LOVE the Ocean and in my mind there is absolutely nothing more Zen or religious than sitting on the beach listening to the waves pound against the shore and being bathed in the warmth of the Sun. If I have to explain it, you wouldn't get it. Right?
7. Pink toes in the summer, red toes in the winter. Never, ever, never naked toes. I've tried other colors but they just don't make my toes happy. I have found that it's good to have happy toes.
8. I have 14 tattoo's. All of them with the exception of the very first one, are originals planned by me and each one has a story to tell. I have at least one more in the planning stages, and at some point I will know when the time is right. Tattoo's are like that.
9. Unlike my little sister [_SAFIRA], I am not overly fascinated by the whole "fisting" thing. I am, however, quite fond of a man who knows how to spank my ass. There are lots of men who "think" they know how, but in truth...the ones who really "know" are few and far between. *sigh*
There it is...my list. You didn't really think I was going to do a full 10 ea, right? I mean you did read #4...right?
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Things That Keep Me Awake at Night...
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Posted:May 10, 2012 6:57 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2014 6:08 pm
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i cried in my shower tonight
i turned the water hot
and stood beneath it
as it stung my skin
like the sensation of my heavy heart
swollen from the venom.
i cried in my shower
because even i could not bear
to hear the sobs
brought forth from places
long thought buried
from that place that mattered
because i needed to matter
and you said i did
but you lied, and
you broke me.
i cried in my shower
seeking release
from the overwhelming sadness
that I've managed to keep at bay
and now screams to be acknowledged.
because you came back from the deep abyss
and just knowing that you have
that you're there
just out of sight, but
so sharply in my focus
scares me.
i wonder...does it scare you too?
imp
Not to worry...just exorcising a demon.
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Randomly Thinking Seriously Random
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Posted:Apr 25, 2012 7:38 pm
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Hmmm...it's been a long time since I threw my random thoughts out, for that matter, it's been a long time since I threw ANY thoughts out here. Forgive me?
1. One day, when I win the lottery, I'm going to run my own foundation and go to work when I want to. So if, on any particular day, I don't feel like getting up at 5:30am to fight traffic and attempt to get through a "stupid people do stupid stuff here" tunnel...then I won't. I'll just stay in bed until my body wakes up and I feel like going into the office. Maybe.
2. One day, I'm gonna have a house that sits right on the ocean with great big picture windows and a huge deck that I can walk out on completely naked and just let the sun kiss me all day long. Of course it will also be completely hurricane safe.
3. One day, I'm gonna decide to get serious about the whole "someone to share the rest of my life with" thing. Of course I haven't decided if that's gonna be a man or another Rottie. Truthfully I've been more lucky with Rott's.
4. One day, a man's hands are gonna roam up my legs and he's gonna stop, slide them down and then back up again, and then he's gonna lean down and whisper in my ear, "OMG baby, your legs are so soft". This is how I'm gonna know he's worthy of the "possible" list because he noticed the time and effort I made in preparing my body just for him.
5. One day, I'm gonna help start a commune...because it really does take a village to raise a . Everyone has their own special "thing"...imagine if we all shared our "things". Imagine the difference we could make.
6. One day, I'm going to put my super analytical nature to the side and learn how to either sculpt with clay or learn how to play the cello. My new found talent will be so incredible that CBS Sunday Morning will want to profile me. I'll try to find time in my busy schedule to let them. (ok..that's total bullshit...I'd so be trippin over my ass to open the door the minute they got there because THAT would be super cool)
7. One day, I'm going to meet in person all the people I've met on here who have become so much more than people I just met on a sex site. HEY...maybe you'll all agree to come live on my Commune. (I'm sure we could find a way to keep everyone smiling!)
Feel free to leave your "one day" thoughts...
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Was That A Dream???
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Posted:Mar 30, 2012 10:51 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2012 6:09 pm
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Seriously.
Last night, while sleeping sounding in my big comfy bed, wrapped up in my "hug you all night" sheets, dreaming sweet "it's FRIDAY" dreams; with my fearless and ferocious Kitty Ava by my side...I had the absolute life temporarily scared out of me.
At 1:30am, I woke up to high pitched hissing, spitting and "screaming" punctuated by loud "body slams" emitting from my living room. Now if you've ever had the pleasure of meeting me upon first waking up in "normal" circumstances, then you'll understand just how completely disambiguated I was. My first thought was that someone had broken into my home and Ava, the attack cat, was giving them a serious ass whoopin'. My second thought, after hearing a low growl by my head and realizing that the brave Ava was just as freaked as I was, was that SOMETHING was in my living room and I wasn't nearly brave enough to walk down the hall with or without lights on to find out what the hell it was.
So...I jumped off my bed, ran to my door and slammed it SHUT. Really Fast. Like lightening FAST. Funny how my short ass legs can fly off my (extremely high) bed running in mid flight and be halfway to the door before my feet ever touch the floor. Especially from a dead sleep. Amazing really.
After securing my safety, (and Ava's too of course), I listened from the door and came to the conclusion that THERE ARE RACCOONS LIVING IN MY CEILING!! How fucking dare they??? I have no idea why they think my living room ceiling is the place to hold their Ultimate Fighting Championship, but it's got to stop.
So...this morning...I was relaying the events of the night before to my Landlord and he starts LAUGHING. Really? Cuz I don't think he understands the extent of my horror. He's coming in the morning to "look". I'm not letting him leave til he "fixes" it. Even if he has to crawl his ass up into the ceiling and kick raccoon ass. I'm not going to sleep again til I can sleep knowing that Ava and I are not gonna be attacked in the middle of the night by big ass, sharp teeth, rabies carrying killer raccoons who fall through the ceiling. Know what I mean?
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Today....I am ALIVE
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Posted:Feb 9, 2012 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2014 6:25 pm
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One year ago today I opened my eyes for the first time in two weeks and saw my sweet sister sitting beside me and wondered, "Hey...what's she doing here?".
I did not know that I had been walking on the edge of death with a machine breathing for me for two weeks. I didn't know that my body had given up, but for some reason, my spirit had not. I did not know that my sat in my ICU room with me every single day, reading to me, talking to me, begging me to please come back. I did not know that my had packed a suitcase and cried every time the phone rang because she was afraid she'd have to take an emergency flight home alone to bury me.
There is a humbleness that comes from living when all common sense and medical knowledge say you won't. There is a sense of awe and gratefulness to everyone who rallied around me and literally stood in the gap between life and death and refused to let me go. I have no words to express the beauty of that kind of love. I have no words to express my gratitude for all that was given to me, in words and actions by so many; and so, while I do not know why my life was ultimately given back to me, I am incredibly grateful that it was and I try now to live every single day as a gift, and I try very hard to pay that love forward.
If you're here now, odds are you were with me then and so I take this moment to say, very humbly, thank you. If you weren't with me at that time, then I take this moment to remind you that life is beautiful in all of it's fragility...live it with no regrets and may you be as blessed in love as I have been.
To my dear [member_Safira], sister of my heart if not my blood. Thank you...for speaking for me when I couldn't and for rallying the troops and circling the wagons...REFUSING to believe that there would any other outcome.
Namaste'
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Lessons I Learned in Driver Improvement Class....
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Posted:Jan 21, 2012 7:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2012 10:03 pm
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Yes. It's true. My name is Pixie and I have a lead foot. It seems unfair that I should be punished for something I can't help, but there you have it...I have found that law enforcement officers in VA tend to skip that whole chapter on "Sense of Humor". I will not bore you with the circumstances that preceded my unfortunate enrollment in the "Blessed Day Driver Improvement" class that lasted LITERALLY from 8am til 5pm, (ok, 4:59), today. On a precious day off. I suppose that is an intended side benefit to the whole punishment concept. Anyway. In an attempt to do my civic duty and share my new and hard won knowledge with you...I bravely submit the following:
* Wearing a sweater vest and a fanny pack is apparently the newest fashion among professors of Driving Improvement classes. If this doesn't win over your classroom, it is recommended that you promptly break the ice by sharing your favorite "Boiler Maker" recipe with your class of young impressionable drivers but ONLY after warning them that this drink is ONLY to be enjoyed within the comfort of your own home because mixing carbonated beer and wine will get you drunk very fast.
* It's really cool if you say "you know" after every few regular words in your sentence. Example..."If you are speeding, you know, and a police officer, you know, pulls you over, you know, it is always a good idea, you know, to be polite and respectful, you know.
* While discussing that most serious of issues, "Road Rage", if you feel that you are losing your audience now is the time to tell the story of how after meeting your second wife's family for the first time it is super cool to impress them when you blow off the head of the chicken hawk who is prancing around outside the chicken coop with your legally concealed 357. This relates to the "Road Rage" segue nicely because you're explaining that when you find yourself the potential victim of a raging fellow motorist and you have a concealed weapons permit, you should instead just back down and be "submissive" to diffuse the situation. Really. I swear.
* Today's class proves, without a doubt, that men are far worse drivers than women. Proof is in the fact that out of 15 students, only 3 were women. (I love bringing truth out in the open!)
* They are also the sleepiest. Apparently. At 1:30 pm, with still 3 hours and 29 minutes left to learn important stuff, 9 of the 12 males in the room were fast asleep on the tables, 3 were even snoring. Our Professor of all things driver improvement, insisted they were not asleep and then suggested we all get up and stretch. All but 4 did, and for those 4 he insisted that they really weren't sleeping, they were just resting their eyes and listening with their ears. Really. I swear. Pixie's honor.
* One of the male students proudly informed us all that this was his THIRD time attending Driver Improvement Class and he wished the state would allow you to take them once a year instead of every two years because it would really help with his "points accumulation". Being the curious Pixie that I am, I had to ask how old he was...22...he's 22 and he's been to 3 previous classes that you can only take once every two years. Yea...you do the math.
* This same guy does not understand why the police "pick" on him.
* Another guy had just got out of the "big house" and was in class in order to get his license back because of an unfortunate incident 5 years ago when he got pissed off at a dude who wouldn't get out of his way so he just "tapped" him with a crowbar when they stopped at a red light. He is now the proud owner of what I refer to as a "I don't have a dick" truck, you know, the ones that are lifted up so high you have to have a ladder to get into them. He's not worried about anyone getting in his way now, he'll just drive over them.
These are just a few of the wonderful things I learned today...but really...the most important thing that will "stick" with me is that I may never drive in VA again. There's some seriously unbalanced people out there. Really. I swear.
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"Un"Resolutions...(My Way)....
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Posted:Jan 2, 2012 7:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2012 11:12 pm
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If you’re like me, you REALLY do intend to follow through on your New Years Resolutions, and then, somehow it gets to be December 31st and you’re doing the same thing all over again. Talk about setting one’s self up for failure…yes?
So...a few years ago I made a resolution not to make resolutions, and I FINALLY succeeded in keeping one. Instead…I picked a theme for the year and worked on a small list of things I wanted to accomplish. The first one was, “My year to face my fears” and I can proudly tell you that I crossed off several items and in the process found out I was a much stronger soul than I’d given myself credit for. Sadly, I did NOT cross off everything, but in retrospect, I learned that riding a rollercoaster is not such a big thing when compared to the fear of facing my extremely intimidating ex in court and WINNING. I mean really…anyone can ride a rollercoaster. (ok…except for me, but so what???)
I’ve grown a bit since then. Having a “so close to death you can feel the angel’s wings” experience tends to change your outlook on many things. It brings a certain humanness and a very deep sense of gratitude, and even more, it brings a feeling of responsibility to the ones you almost left behind. In light of that, I’ve decided I’m going to put a new spin on the “Year of” list and put into action what I’ve learned this past year.
*Drum Roll Please*
With gratitude, I borrow the concept from a dear friend I met here in blogland, and wish him and his lady love all the happiness they can stand. DigDug, when you see this…Thank you.
This is the year that I will look at everything with a fresh set of eyes and a new belief in the possibilities that are out there just waiting for me to find them. I will no longer say, “I want”…I will instead say, “I am”. For example, I will no longer say, “I want to lose this weight that makes me feel like shit about myself”, I will instead say, “WOW…look at me, I’m shedding my shell and coming out of the fear”; I will no longer say, “I want a relationship but I’m afraid”, I will instead say, “HEY…someone out there is looking for ME because I’m the ONLY one who can be the yang to his ying and we’re going to find each other this year”; and who knows…if I’m really feeling brave, I might even try not saying, “I want to be financially balanced”, but instead say, “Look at me, I am THRIVING”. 
That’s it…pretty simple but profound too. Wherever your journey in the following year takes you, I wish you good things, and even more, the ability to know those good things when they come to you.
Namaste’ and Happy 2012
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Mmmmmm....
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Posted:Dec 12, 2011 8:04 pm
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2012 7:28 pm
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OOooooh. god. do it AGAIN. (please!)
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I always do as I'm told...
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Posted:Nov 29, 2011 5:23 pm
Last Updated:Dec 18, 2011 7:21 pm
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Ok...well most of the time anyway. If you've been with me for a while here then you know that I am a self confessed chocoholic. Utterly. Completely. Unashamedly. Ply me with chocolate and there's no limit to "YES baby...right there(s)" you'll hear from my lips.
So...when I picked out my daily limit of two pieces of Dove Chocolates to suck into my mouth and let melt on my tongue and fill my whole body with happy endorphins...imagine my delight when I read the package and it said,
Temptation is fun...giving in is even better!
I smiled and wondered what Dove would think of my particular naughty thoughts of temptation and kinda giggled at myself. Then I opened #2...and it said,
Temptation is fun...giving in is even better!
I swear. I almost caused a choking incident in cubie #3 when the sweet chocolate I was sucking on got sucked in too big and too fast when I truly "laughed out loud".
In the spirit of "seeing the sign" and "following orders" I do believe I'm going to take them up on that instruction and find me some temptation to give in to.
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It really is that simple...
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Posted:Oct 27, 2011 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2011 7:08 pm
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So...here's the thing, if we've reached the point where we're going to meet then I've reached the point where I'm comfortable with you. Your words have seduced me, and my body is standing on the edge just waiting for you to "nudge" me over it.
Please bring your sense of humor, your laughter and your teasing spirit with you. These are the things that attracted me to you and these are the things that, (if we make sparks), will in all likelihood find me on my knees at some point making you thank all the saints in heaven. Just sayin'....
On the other side of that, please also be man enough to say, "I'm just not feeling it", if you're not. If we're meeting, then I have told you this already, and I have been uber honest with you about being a curvy big girl...Some men LOVE my curves...some men love my personality but really don't dig the curves. And THATs ok. Attraction is personal thing and there's no need for you to feel bad about it, my life is NOT gonna end if you find you can't adore my curves, and the truth is Lil Darlin'...if you really don't adore my curves, then you're just cheating both of us.
Trust me...if I'm not feeling you...I'm gonna be honest about that too and who knows? We might even become friends.
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**OH THE HORRORS**...I've been chastised!!
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Posted:Oct 13, 2011 6:28 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2011 5:09 pm
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Apparently I've been a very bad girl. (Imagine that!) I received the following email today and I just had to share it...
drpepper210864 writes:
Tits with ribbons must b Christmas !! What r u 7 yrs old grow the fuck up !!
Now don't get me wrong...I'm all about free speech and free expression of your thoughts. Really. I am. But I'm leaning towards the thought that if you don't appreciate the unique artwork on my tits and the ribbons on my nipples...then seriously dude...DON'T LOOK.  The girls and I will be just fine without you.
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Oh yea?
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Posted:Oct 4, 2011 2:34 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2011 5:25 am
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"Sticks and Stones may break my bones...
but words will never hurt me."
Really? I think I have to disagree. Words are powerful and have a boomerang effect...be very careful what you say and the intention behind your words. I'm not saying it's wrong to speak your truth, I'm actually a big advocate of that...but if it's truly your "truth", then your intentions can be tempered with compassion. Words meant to hurt, destroy and degrade are not "truth".
I'm not saying anything new or profound here, it's just been on my mind.
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Let's Talk About Sensuality....Yes?
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Posted:Aug 28, 2011 7:40 pm
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2014 2:12 pm
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I'm a big fan of sensuality...for me it's in the play of words, and the touch of skin. Fingers, hands, mouth, nose...tongue. Whatever. It's the steady build of the fire throughout the day through words that have been texted to me, words that have been left on my voice mail that leave me weak with need, that make me squirm in my seat praying for the moment when those words become action. *mmmm*
...words that have played over and over in my head all day until my breath catches in my throat and I stumble to my car as quickly as possible so that I can JUST GET HOME. To you, and the total anticipation of the backdraft of passion you have brought to a fever pitch in my body...whisper your words in my ear and while the breath of your voice tickles my ear the first stirring of my release runs down my thighs to puddle at your feet. *mmmm*
and now...touch me. yes...*mmmm*
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