Las Vegas Fun

I could put out a million pictures of this trip, but I had to narrow it down to a few and I dont think they are in any particular order (order of occurence). I also don't have any from Deb or Tiff yet... and I know they got some good ones!

Anyways, we had a great time! We walked a million miles in the blazing heat, took Richard (against his will) to see Thunder from Down Under (a male strip show) and to offset that, I took him to see Fantasy (a topless female show). We also scored tickets to the Knights of the Roundtable show at the Excalibur. I say 'scored'... Richard and I had to go tour a new casino and listen to their timeshare BS to get 4 tickets for $50. A small price to pay considering we would have spent about $240 for the tickets if we'd purchased them. We had our 'NO' turned on though, so we did our 2 hour tour, said 'No' about 20 times and finally got our tickets. As an extra special little parting gift, we also got a two night/3day cruise in the Bahamas.

Thunder From Down Under was awesome!!! I've never screamed so much in my life!!! We got seats right up front and in the middle.. perfect for viewing all the nights activities ;) We saw 4 other men in the room of women, one of which was gay. One of them came up to Richard and thanked him for coming and being supportive. That guy was forced into going too... his wife wanted to go. hahaha After the opening song/dance, Richard leaned over to me and said 'i'll be at the bar... have a good time'. HAHAHA I never saw him again until the show was over. I was hugged and kissed by a hot, sweaty, tan, buff, long haired, tight butted Aussie and Deb got to do numerous butt grabs, swats, spankings, etc. She got the butt all night long! lol They did a Fake Orgasm Competition where 3 girls from the audience went onstage to do their best fake O.... the winner was a seasoned Canadian. She used the MC as a prop... wrapped her legs around him and went to town! You'd think they really were, um... having relations. haha He 'enjoyed' being used. ;)

Oh yeah, Fantasy was good. Boobs all over the place. :) I'm sure Richard could elaborate even more. hahaha He liked the red head who kept looking at him... she was a cutie. There is a girl in the show that was a student at Chaos College when I worked there. She has new boobage for sure. I could rattle on and on about the trip... but here are a few pictures.

Me (14 weeks preggers btw), Deb and Tiff messing around at MGM.


Best Friends getting to hit the town


All 4 of us at the Knights show


Us in downtown Las Vegas on Freemont Street


Freemont Street view


While we were downtown, the same night we saw Thunder from Down Under, we bumped into the Orgasm Queen. I stopped her and told her congrats... she wanted to do pics with her fans. haha


Richard got mounted just like she did the MC in the show. I think he liked it.


Rich getting a little taste of Treasure Island.


The Las Vegas strip at night.


Our last night in Vegas we enjoyed drinks before we saw Fantasy. I love this man...

Vegas Is Hot

Our last day in Vegas we all decided to hit our pool at the Casino instead of running wild all over town. I fell asleep on my stomach and someone failed to wake me, or at least move the tassles on my bikini top... so now I have this funky tan line.


I also have very burned tata's!!!


Vegas was SO fun!!! Pics will follow later....

but just so ya know... it's flipping HOT there! It was 101 temp... felt like 151!!!

Strom Clods

If you’ve forgotten, that mangled expression was taken from the Married with Children episode where Kelly Bundy, with her typical aplomb, wit, and spelling finesse, was hired as a weather gal on a Chicago TV station. Here I was feeling all peppy and cheerful as it’s finally payday, our workweek “Friday,” and the shining sun portends a lovely, (dry) warm day in Okieland—the perfect triad of happiness. However, I prematurely peeked at the 10-day forecast for our area only to discover the dreaded “strong storms” predicted for tomorrow. And we’re talking 80% chance here too. Yikes! I was going to mow the back forty, do an hour walk outside thus finally breaking in my new sneaks, and run a billion errands but I detest nervously darting among gallons of water, buckets of hail, and howling, gusty winds worthy of carrying off Mary Poppins. I haven’t spied the dreaded “T” word yet, but it is spring and that always remains a possibility around these parts. I may need to rethink my original plans for tomorrow. Supposedly this soggy mess arrives soon after midnight tonight and continues ALL frickin day. Lovely. Fortunately I planned to cross a few establishments off my list at noon today when I skip working out and rather take care of business. However, sis, the guys and I have an eagerly-anticipated, prescheduled outdoor function we hope to attend tomorrow evening and time will tell if our plans come to fruition or are hopelessly dashed to bits.

Your humble Ms Circe is a child of June and in keeping with that summertime theme and knowing I probably won’t get to post tomorrow, the official start of my most favorite month, I leave you with these fitting lyrics:

Long time no see
Short time for you and me
We’re on the road
Like you knew we would

There’s a place a Gemini dream
There’s no escaping from the love we have seen
So come with me, turn night to day
You gonna wake up
You know you gonna wake up in a Gemini dream

Living it
Believing it
Wanting it
Make it work out
Make it work
Make it work out
Make it work out
For each other tonight
-- Gemini Dream-The Moody Blues

Blatant Bribery

This was what greeted my sleepy eyes when I walked into my office at the crack of dawn today. The Grand Poobah has deemed it prudent to furnish fattening edibles to her hardworking staff as incentive to arrive promptly (pointing at "R") and uncomplainingly. Should our portly “R” display signs of blatant tardiness, those calorie-laden goodies will disappear in the blink of an eye. In reality, this is only the second time she has brought pastries to work in the past couple weeks and she has already decided that this as a daily purchase would be entirely too expensive for her pauper status. Um, she’s a VP and they are pulling down one hell of a lot more than we peons but whatever. *rolling eyes* Not being a donut fan myself and though they are easily within arms reach, I staunchly declined any inclination to snatch one and gobble it down. Biscuits and gravy would be a 'hole nuther story…

In keeping with the last, oh, month, it’s been one soggy week and I cannot tell you how fun it is to race to work in a futile attempt to beat the threatening storm clouds before they drop liquid moisture onto my office-bound self. This is a morning shot (looking south) of some sinister puffballs moving east as I’m speeding westward.

Stolen from Eileen:

1. Pick out a scar you have and explain how you got it.

Well, I have a small one on my left thumb from when two feline brothers from the Ghost of Kittens Past got into it with each other and somehow I ended up in the middle of it. I’m pretty sure TBC played a huge part in initiating the furry fisticuffs yet his thumbs were unscathed.

2. What is on the walls in your room?

Do we mean office or bedroom? Here in the office I have a massive American Impressionism painting from the PA Academy of the Fine Arts. Should we be talking bedroom, I have several totally diverse and completely mismatched drawings/paintings/maps. Let’s see, there’s a picture of an unnamed ocean with massive waves, a map of my OBX with a listing of all the ships that met their untimely death in the Graveyard of the Atlantic, a picture of a Japanese woman in a kimono holding an umbrella, and a surprisingly good drawing my mom did years ago of the fir trees that bordered our back yard in Ohio.

3. What does your phone look like?

The software in my pink Razr went belly up last year so I replaced it with the exact same Razr in silver.

4. What music do you listen to?

Just about anything but country. Not that some country isn’t pretty good, it just doesn’t happen to be my cup of tea.

5. What is your current desktop picture?

On my work computer I currently am displaying a moonlit lighthouse overlooking a placid bay. Webshots identifies it as Point Montara Lighthouse in Cali.

6. What do you want more than anything right now?

For my fav buddy to pop online and IM me. It won’t happen for awhile but I can ardently wish for it just the same.

7. Do you believe in gay marriage?

What a question.

8. What time were you born?

5:08 in the morning. Up at the crack of dawn I was.

9. Are your parents still together?

Together in death.

10. What are you listening to?

Coworkers talking in the hallway and some unidentified mechanical hum.

11. Do you get scared of the dark?

No.

12. The last person to make you cry?

Probably TBC since if anyone is going to make me cry, it would most likely be him.

13. What is your favorite perfume/cologne?

Beautiful-Estee Lauder

14. What kind of hair/eye type do you like on the opposite sex?

Thick, dark hair preferably and expressive eyes.

15. Do you like pain killers?

Not really. I have rarely had to take them and I learned the hard way not to take them on an empty stomach. Oh.My.God. NO. Now if you had asked me about muscle relaxers….

16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?

Very much so. Unless I have had a drink or two. Ok, TBC would frown on it either way.

17. Favorite pizza topping?

Supreme. I want it all.

18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?

A banana split. If I’m going to blow calories I might as well do it in a big way.

19. Who was the last person you made mad?

Water Buffalo by my not lending her the key.

20. Is anyone in love with you?

I seriously doubt it.

Troop Train

I don’t recall if I’ve mentioned this before but one of the most peculiar sights I am privy to observe is when a certain instructor wanders down our hallway with his ample wife and growing brood in tow. It happened again last week and talk about your Parade ‘O Kids! And we’re not just talking about one or two. Nosiree Bob! We’re talking about five or six predominantly male miniature synchronized stairsteps here. (She must pop out a new little bundle of joy every year.) It’s like The Kiddy Train chugging down the floor tiles all in single file headed up by the grand patriarch in front and his acquiescing spouse bringing up the caboosey rear. “J” seems like a nice enough guy and I’m assuming he’s a faithful, devoted, and trustworthy husband and father but why must he be accompanied by the whole stinkin gang every single time he steps out his front door? Do they not get out much? Is this obligatory “un pour tous, tous pour un” or as we prefer to say, “all for one and one for all” Three Musketeers motto being taken a bit too seriously? The kids seem pretty well-behaved and they are darn cute, but I can’t help but shake my puzzled in wonder every time I see this odd menagerie traipsing in and out of various offices as he takes care of school-related business. They do make for an amusing spectacle though... :)