Seriously? I’m about to reward over 55 pieces to 15 of you dreamers! No wonder I’m so far behind (like how I turn it around and blame you for my tardiness?)! Please check your emails by two piece Tuesday and then PLEASE get back to me as soon as you are able. There will be a very important message at the bottom of your status email that you MUST answer so that I know how to deliver your pieces to you. If you do not get back to me in regards to the email, then the pieces will just accumulate until which time you’re able to contact me to redeem them.

I’m REALLY sorry I made this confusing. It sounded so good on paper, but executing it is a whole ‘nother story. Not sure if it’s just my hang over from Saturday haunting me or the fricken confusing way in which I explained these damn rules!

Forgive me and then give me a call. You’ll be glad you did!

I can not believe I escaped with out buying anything. Martha’s little section at Petsmart is beyond tempting.
She’s evil, that Martha. Preying on my sense of color coordination to make a sale. When you get one piece you just want to get the others. Not because you need them, but because they are so aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

Think I’m kidding? Exhibit #1:

Mmhm.

Exhibit #2:

Exhibit #3

How cute is this toy? Pretty damn cute!

and Martha even makes picking up poop fun. Exhibit #4:

Damn you Martha Stewart and your beautifully colored empire!

Turns out Jackson is even LESS of a fan of fireworks than me. Didn’t think it was possible. I don’t like loud unexpected noises, and I’m always a bit freaked out by the displays of fireworks. Might have something to do with my childhood and the hand that I lost while lighting a cherry bomb…

Kidding.

I just don’t like loud noises. And fireworks take longer to prepare than actually seeing them. I don’t mean to sound like a brat (though I’m getting practice becoming more of one thanks to some of my callers who are holding classes in brat), I just don’t like the whole anticipation of fireworks for 10 minutes. Or even 15. It took longer for me to drive to an area to see these fireworks and then set up to watch them than it did for the actual show. It’s comparable to being prepared for a nice long sex session doing your favorite fantasy, and getting a minute. I understand quickies can be necessary and downright enjoyable guys, but I’m not wearing my sexiest lingerie for one. Did I get all off topic and lose the original point? Yeah? Original point: I hate fireworks.

Jackson totally freaked out during them. I don’t know what I was doing last 4th of July because I don’t remember him acting like this last year. Or maybe I just repressed the whole event. But tonight, Jackson was just pissed off. Not scared but he was in full protector mode. The neighbors started shooting off (fireworks) at about 5:00PM I swear! And then the theme park next to me started shooting them off hours later, and then a few drunk neighbors decided to test their luck and shot off fireworks an hour ago. During this long torture my dog the protector decided that all he had to do was bark at a high enough and loud enough decibel and the fireworks would stop. He’s now passed out on the rug acting like he’s responsible for restoring world peace. Next year he’s getting a doggy tranquilizer.

So enough of the whining, let me say I will take MY kind of fireworks over 4th of July ones any day of the year! You guys have kept me so incredibly busy and happy this weekend! I didn’t know that coming back would be so rewarding. I still have so much to do before I can sit back and ‘kind of’ relax, but I have until the 3rd week in August to complete some of the renovations I’m doing around here. I think I might just make it.

I decided to stay up late late and work to gain your favor (ahaha) and I guess it worked and you all forgive me. Glad we got that sniveling and begging out of the way so we can go back to how things were before I flaked for 4-5 months. And yeah, I mean MY sniveling and begging! So I spent the past few days not really sleeping and doing some serious calls. I also spent quite a bit of time thinking up an incentive program/reward system that will make sure I never sleep for more than 5 hours a night again EVER! But it will be totally worth it! I really like being able to do something for my callers who have supported me since I was 18 (wait – that was just 1 year since I’m only STILL 19!). I’ve had friends come and go since those beginning days, but …

Let’s not do this AGAIN. I always get all sentimental like I’m dying or something. Just thanks. And the incentive program is underway. I will be updating and sending you all emails in the next few days so watch your inboxes on niteflirt. If you don’t want to participate, please let me know. I hate spam and certainly don’t want to be contributing to mail you’d prefer to not be getting.

Um … I think that’s basically it. This week is pretty much mine to do with as I wish, so I’ll be available early evenings for calls every day except Monday & Tuesday evenings (spin class – won’t be home until about 9:00PM). So dreamers, tomorrow let’s dream a bit together! You’ll be glad you did!

It’s official: I will seriously do ANYTHING to postpone running some days. Here I am… actually blogging. I’m just finishing up week 4 of the Couch to 5 K program, and I don’t know what week 5 has in store because week 4 almost killed me. My bones hurt thinking about running today for 16 minutes. Not all at once, but at least 2 intervals of 5 minutes. Which is plenty. Try it some time (all you non runners… Mr. Hyatt can not talk on this subject – he frequently runs his three miles – in about 15 minutes – daily. And he’s … distinguished, let’s just say…)

Whoa – I got so off track. Anyway – I’m running this morning, so I’m about to be “unavailable” for calls. Which leads me to this subject: I know what my rates are. There is a method to my madness. If you are ever tempted to tell me what my rates are – don’t. I’m aware of it. Really I am. You are all so sweet and protective though. I appreciate it. That’s all I’m gonna say about that… *wink face*

After I run and hopefully recover and live, I’m going to go to church. Yes. I go to church. Every Sunday unless I’m ill. It’s a habit, forced upon me as a child. But now I enjoy it. It gives me a chance to pray for all of the naughty men (regardless of if you feel you need it or not – *ahem* Last Shot and Milkman!) AND it gives me a chance to get a little ‘insurance’ for all the naughty stuff I’m about to do for the week ahead. Like the insurance man told me the other day, you buy insurance hoping you’ll never need it. By the time you need insurance, it’s a bit too late to buy it then, right? You all know I’m totally having fun with the irony of a phone sex girl going to church on sundays and then coming home and breaking out her hitachi wand to masturbate, right?

I will be back this afternoon! Now I’m REALLY going to get going on my run. I could have been (almost) done by now!

Come dream with me later on this afternoon, okay? You’ll be glad you did!

So a lot of you are probably wondering why I’m giving away pieces of myself. Here is the rather late explanation of what the heck is going on inside of my head.

It all started when I was 3 years old. The neighbor boy…

Kidding!

So this is what is up.

For a while I’ve been wondering how to give a little something back to … eeeew.
spider.
Brb.

So I was saying…

I have been wondering how to give back to my dreamers. A bit of an incentive program, let’s say. I wanted it to be special and something that I could keep up with. I figured out the most brilliant and creative way to treat you all, but I’m already falling behind. But do not fear! I shall prevail.

Because my madness is top secret, I will not be revealing the details here. But give me a call (or even an email) and ask me for the password to my “win a piece of me” protected post, and you’ll have all the information and details you can handle. You could also just make a call that’s 15 minutes or longer, or leave a bit of well deserved, honest feedback and you’ll get the password and first piece of me via niteflirt email.

Curious? Give me a call. You’ll be glad you did!