I need to just go up to my loft, fall into bed, and force myself to get a few hours of sleep.  But I have so many things to do tomorrow that I can’t quite settle my mind down long enough to feign sleep.  And then what happens if tomorrow is that one day my body decides to sleep in?  Here is what I need to do and what I will ask my callers to reward me for tomorrow if I succeed (I’ll be in desperate need of some heavy duty sex of the nastiest kind.  It’s not every day I want it nasty so take advantage and wish me luck in my endeavors…):

• I need to make breakfast and actually eat it before leaving.  I also need to pack a protein shake for after spin class on my way to my math class, and I also need to pack a little bit of lunch for in between my math class and my tutoring session (also for math). Oh – and if I think of it and am feeling REALLY industrious, I should put some steel cut oatmeal in the rice cooker because I’m running low on some of the best oatmeal in all of the land.  Seriously – it’s that good.
• I need to run to school around 7:00am – figure out where my classroom is for Math (for reasons that will be revealed shortly) and then go to the bookstore to pick up my math book.  I couldn’t order it ahead of time for some reason, and my teacher sent an email to all the students on how to succeed in math class.  I figure any teacher that sends an email to students before class even begins giving them helpful hints, is a teacher who wants you to have your math text book on the first day of class.  I will start my kissing up to my professors by getting my books ahead of time. 
• After I purchase my text book for math class, I’m hoping that the time will be about 8:00AM -8:15AM.  I will then run to my car in the parking lot and rush to spin class.  Mondays are pretty busy because people want to spin their way into forgiveness for their sins they committed all weekend.  I am no exception to the rule.  The popcorn tonight at slum dog millionaire was not the best decision I could have made for dinner I’m sure… even if I did smuggle in my "can’t believe it’s not butter spray" like some diet obsessed drug lord or somethin’. 
• Hopefully around 9:00 I will start spinning.  I need to do it early because of the afore mentioned math class that is already fucking with my life in ways that only a math class can.  I curse the day numbers were invented. 
• At 9:15 the real class will begin.  I will pedal with the rest of the sinners until 9:50am – and then I’ll start cooling down. 
• By 10:00AM I will dismount, take off shoes, put on new shoes, throw on sweatshirt, mop head, grab protein shake, and head out the door to Math Class. 
• Hopefully at 10:20 I’ll arrive on campus with 10 minutes to find classroom.  But being the responsible student that I am, I will have already figured out where Math class is, and will arrive just in time to sit near the front row.  Teachers like students that sit in the front row and I need all the help I can get in math class.
• Math Class will end around 11:50 and I’ll eat my packed lunch on the way to my tutor session with Math tutor. 
• 2:00PM or hopefully before I will be heading on home, hungry, tired, and wet.  Cuz it’s raining, not because math makes me sexually excited.
• Sometime in the afternoon I will meet with the gym nazi (I think) but I’ll have to figure that out when …
• Sometime in the afternoon I fill in my calendar with appts and class times, etc.
• Sometime in the afternoon I will type a quick hello to my favorite people on IM.
• Sometime in the evening I will talk to a few people and hopefully get off because I’ll need it.
• Sometime in the evening I’ll be greeted with a list of items I can choose for Vday gifts.   
• at 11:00pm – 12:00AM I will fall into bed exhausted.

And there you have it.   I’ll also need to eat a few more meals sometime, too, but … I haven’t gotten all that worked out yet.  It’s gonna be a busy week for me until I get a schedule down.  Online classes spoiled me because I didn’t have to travel to classes and worry about specific times (sigh) but … those days are over, my friends.

I’m going to go to bed now.  Sorry for the not so sexy post.  How about a picture…

will that make it up to you?

Vday is coming up, too.  I have NOT forgotten.  School or no school, some things just can’t be missed/compromised.

I’ll give an update to this post tomorrow evening some time.

My 4 legged Maltese Son Jack has been acting up the past few days.  At first it was just little things, the occasional nip at the ankle – living up to little dog nick names (ankle biters).  Then it proceeded to taking shoes of the family out the doggy door.  And when all of these things resulted in further ignoring and punishing withdrawing of love and attention, Jackson started barking at trees for minutes, refusing to "come" when called, and basically being a spoiled dog. I decided that I had to put my foot down once and for all (away from his teeth) and nip his behavior issues in the bud.

After my spin class I stopped by the bike store and picked up my first pair of bike shoes (I tried them out for the first time on Wednesday.  What a difference they make.  Of course I was immediately stuck on the pedals and couldn’t get unstuck for a minute which was embarrassing…).  As I was going home, I passed a dog care center and stopped in for a look.

Jackson will need to fill out an application (I mean I will have to fill out an application) and then go through a screen process (Jackson will – I am pretty sure I would be able to play nicely with others, even if they are dogs) and if accepted he will be allowed to play in the play group.  I’m thinking one day a week will be a good thing for him.  It’s about all I can afford at this point, and I just want him to get out some of his aggressions.  Oh … let me stop lying.  I seriously want Jackson to get his furry ass beat.  I think if Jackson gets beat a little bit he’ll understand he doesn’t rule the world as I have told him from day one.  *shrugs*  A nice ass beating is all anyone really needs when they get full of themselves is my theory.  Someone has to put his furry little ass in his place — towards the back of the line.  I’m by no means dominant, but even I have had better luck with turning men into submissive subjects than I have had with Jackson.  He’s determined to be the boss no matter what I say.  See if the great dane can teach Jackson a thing or two about being alpha dog.  Grabbing the application and a few brochures, I was pretty sure this was the place for Jackson and I.  Wait a second…

"Do you by any chance have training here?"  I asked the kind lady.

"Yes we do.  The owner is an excellent trainer.  She works with the clicker and uses praise and never raises a hand to the dogs."

Well… that will all change once they meet Jackson, I thought to myself.

"We also have dance class."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  Dance class with the dogs.  They have a great time and it’s really great exercise for dogs and their humans." 

Dear God. "Wow… that sounds…." 

"I know.. it seems silly." Silly was not the word I was thinking, but okay. Silly.  "But the dogs really like it.  The owner has won contests with her dog.  They are really quite good."

Heading out of the door with promises that I would be back with the application & bribe money attached to it, I caught a few of the pictures on the wall.  I didn’t see any dancing dogs, but I did see quite a few happy people with their dogs.  It seemed clean and Mr. Great Dane seemed to be telling me that he’d take REAL good care of Jackson.  In a non romantic sexual way.  Not that there would be anything wrong with that. 

With animals on the brain, I spoke to Mr. Location confused Karl.  Somehow the topic came to talking with the animals, as in ‘What, Lassie? Timmy’s stuck in the well?’ talk to the animals.  We started to name the animals that spoke to humans.  Flipper, Lassie, Gentle Ben, Skippy.  Skippy?  I asked, laughing.  Skippy, Karl insisted.  And together we looked up this Skippy and found him playing the drums, playing the piano, gnawing through rope and cracking the codes on safes.  A Kangaroo that gave kisses and wrapped his razor sharp claws around a poor unsuspecting child.  Everyone should know by now that I am deathly afraid of Kangaroos.  Skippy didn’t help.  Hopping around like some Acid Tripped out Rabbit.  Ugh.

Though I caught the repeats of most of the talk to the animal shows, I still tear up every time I see gentle ben and Grizzly Adams.  It may be the beard (have a thing for those, remember?) or it might just be the Maybe song.  Whatever it is … animals sure can cheer you up even as they frustrate the hell out you, can’t they?  So in the spirit of … I dunno…Jackson getting accepted into Doggy Day Care (hopefully) I thought I would share some of the animals that we can talk to, who get us out of the jams, warn us of children stuck in wells, and entertain us with their musical and dancing abilities.

I will be logged in during the early afternoon tomorrow… then going to writing class.  You can catch me on Friday Evening for sure.  If you have a specific time you’d like to talk to me and are wondering if I’ll be around, you can always set up an appointment and I will get back to you as soon as I can to confirm.

Talk soon!

P.S.  Mr. Counselor… thank you. I still can’t quite believe it. You understand. 

P.P.S.  Everyone else:  I’ll explain in 5-7 days.

P.P.P.S.  Happy Birthday to my best girlie friend in the world, Tee. I hate myself for loving you. It’s a strange kinky type of relationship.

Ok.  Just a few things to clear up before I go to bed.  *clears throat*

1. If by some chance you have figured out my yahoo id and wish to message me, please let me know by email or mail via nite flirt or private message me on twitter or whatever – that you want to be my buddy and I will add you.  If you just go ahead and add me, you won’t get a reply.  I have had 2 evenings of people playing really stupid games with me on yahoo.  I may just be really tired and need medication, but anyone who knows me knows I am not one for little guessing games and other time wasting activities.  I can only be held in suspense for so long and then I will just simply block your ass because I just don’t have the patience for 20 questions.  Play that stupid shit with someone else.  Seriously.  I’m a busy girl (laughing).  It seems so strange that I would be so animate about that — but there we have it.  I, CeCe, can not stand little games like "haha… do you know who this is?" past the first 3 minutes.  After that, you’ll get blocked and you’ll have to admit to me that you wasted valuable time playing silly games with me.  Honestly.  shesh.
2. Valentines Day is coming up.  And as some of you know, I do special things for Vday because it’s a day for lovahs.  If you have a special request (legal) that you would like me to consider for my Vday extravanza, let me know via niteflirt email or my personal email (if you have it) or these comments.  Some things you can request are special songs recorded for your enjoyment on an mp3 (last year I sang "I wanna be loved by you" Marilyn Monroe Style.  It was quite the event.  Record execs are still hounding me for a contract…), a piano piece recorded especially for you (and the rest of my fans – lol!) on mp3, a special game, a special recording/story, etc.  I have some special picture packets for you, and am getting a video snipet ready for you, too.  Most of these things will be at no cost, a few treats will cost you something but no worries, they will be priced with the crashing economy in mind.
3. Speaking of the economy – I am currently working on some customer appreciation items and will be revealing them on Valentines Day, too.  Please check your email on Niteflirt for special messages.  If you do not wish to receive any mail on your account, please let me know as soon as possible so that I can remove you from my mailing list.  I’m pretty good with lists, though.  I don’t mass mail and if I’m mailing you, I’m not selling you anything, I’m usually giving something away or announcing some sort of special or something.  I’ll leave the buttons linked to things for sale on my website and listing pages, deal?
4. I know that most of you have noticed that I’ve been on a posting spree.  Some of you may be wondering if this is going to go away.  Some of you have been teased by me before with these posts, and are not yet prepared to appreciate my efforts.  It is okay.  I’ll give you time to adjust.  But I’ve truly turned over a new leaf.  Not only am I getting up every day before 8:00AM to get ready to go to the gym and sweat!, but I am also taking an active role in reconnecting with my customers.  I’ve been a bad girl and not blogging, but I am going to start once more.  If there is anything that you would like me to discuss, or if you have any questions you’d like me to answer – then please let me know.  I will also be bringing back my podcasts and they will be hosted on their very own website.  Again, if there are any topics you wish for me to discuss, or questions you’d like me to answer, or if you ‘d like to ask Jackson a few questions or get his opinion on some things (remember how accurately he picked our current President?… mmhm… makes you wonder, doesn’t it?) you can send your questions to me and I’ll forward them to him. 

Gotta go to bed so I can get up and go to spin class.  Have a very good Monday – hope your team won and if they didn’t, hope you appreciated some of the finer moments of the game.  I was rooting for the underdog myself, but even I had to stand up and say "Holy Shit!" to some of those plays.  Man.   Big boys sure can move well.