So – yeah. Hope your Easter was lovely. Mine was! I got to spend time with my family and church services were DELIGHTFUL! I seriously love Easter and Spring and new beginnings, and even the gentle send off of harsh winter, ice, and deathly cold. I know, I know, I live in California. But trust me, we all have our winters to endure – no one is immune.

Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve updated in here. I’ve been extremely busy. I’m working on a few projects and there’s school and family, and new friends (who have beach houses!). Stay tuned though – lots of changes in my life and I definitely want all of you to be a part of it. :X.

Oooh – there’s my phone! More later! xo.

So I just announced on twitter that I’ll be doing something for 40 days straight. I already want to quit and I haven’t even lasted a day yet. Don’t ask me why 40 came to mind, it just sounded like a nice number. We’ll see how it goes, but I’ll probably do 40 more after a little bit of a break. You all can feel free to guess what I might be doing for 40 days straight. Masturbating? Math? Mayhem? Abstinence? Aerobics? Anal? Had to throw some sexual things in there to keep your interest.

I’m not sure if this is the time or place to mention this, but … (I pretty much know it’s not the right time, but I lost track of my censor 4 hours ago when I should have been asleep. In its place is this now grouchy no filter bitch. My apologies. Before I go there though – Merry Christmas! How were your Holidays?)

My callers have spoiled me. I’ve been on line now for … a few weeks (I AM only 18, you know!) and in that time I’ve acquired some pretty special callers. Namely 2. Ok, 3. And those 3 callers have spoiled me rotten. They usually ask me how I am doing. They always introduce themselves to me, even though I know their voices by heart, they know my secret kinks and collect them in little journals under their pillows, eager to expose me should our relationship take a turn for the worst. I kid. But they do know my secrets. They always say hello – and most of the time say goodbye (some of us have an understanding, unspoken, that should they get cut off during the happy ending, they don’t need to add time to say goodbye. Come on, that would just be silly!). Some of my newer callers lately have found themselves on the other side of my block button. And I NEVER block. But if you happen to be reading this, and you can’t get through to your favorite teen anymore (and really, if you’re reading this, you haven’t been blocked. You know how that goes; the people that need to hear things don’t, and the ones who don’t need to hear all of this will call me, worried that I’m upset with them when they are the “3″ I spoke of earlier. Ok, it’s more like 20. 20 regulars), then more than likely you’ve done one of the following, or in many cases, a combination of 2-3 of these things:

1. Hung up on me after 2 minutes – leaving me to wonder, “Was it something I said?”
2. Called and demanded, quite rudely, that I moan for you, with no “lead up” or introduction. While I realize I work for a service, and you are a customer, you would never walk into a classy restaurant, seat yourself, pat your belly and order the waitperson to give you “some food” with out specifying what you’d like. Ok, maybe you might, but then you might also enjoy people spitting in your food, as I’m sure they would if you ever did something like that in a restaurant
3. Called and said nothing, or whispered so low I couldn’t understand a word you were saying

Now, so this post isn’t totally negative and bitchy, let me explain a few things that will make our calls pleasant for both of us, keeping you off my blocked list.

1. Introduce yourself. Contrary to popular belief, I can not see who is calling me. Your user name does not come up on the screen, so I really don’t know who you are, unless you call frequently – and even then, sometimes it takes me a minute to register who you are. I know. Unforgivable and ego-deflating. By introducing yourself to me, however, I usually can figure out what you like and immediately go into the role play, eliminating potentially awkward moments when you try to tell me how pink ruffled panties draped over your face while watching Happy Days turns you on. Or whatever.
2. Note I said usually. Sometimes I don’t remember callers from week to week. I get a lot of calls, and sometimes just hearing a name doesn’t register with me what kinds of calls we do together. If you’re a regular of mine, then I usually know you and your fantasies right away, but if you’re fairly new to me and we only speak sporadically, then please forgive me when I ask you what we talked about last time.
3. If you keep in mind a few favorite fantasies of mine, that would be going above and beyond the call of duty. But if you want a really great call with me, just mention a babysitter movie you’ve seen lately, or ask me if I’ve gone to confession. ESPECIALLY if you want me to moan or if you want me to be horny. Just hearing the phone ring doesn’t do it for me (I know, I know. So disappointing!). I don’t typically sit around and watch dirty movies and play with myself. When I do, you all are asleep. Trust me. (I just watched a really hot movie 30 minutes ago and none of you called and asked me if I was horny!)
4. I am well known for my realistic fantasies and role plays. So, please feel free to send me an email and let me know ahead of time what you’re looking for and if I’ll indulge you in the fantasy. Anything really does go. Most of the time. Even if there’s something that I won’t do, I will never make you feel horrible for suggesting it. Ask around (okay – you can’t ask…just read my feedback!) I’m pretty open minded and I have a few nasty things running amuck in my head, too. I will never judge you. There just might be some things I seriously can’t get excited about. I’ve only ran across ONE call in the past …um … 3 months I’ve been working as a phone sex operator (haha!) that I’ve had to decline. If you email me and call me to let me know to read the email before you call back, I’ll totally comp you that 1 minute it took to tell me to read my email.

I think that just about covers it.

I’m still not sleepy.

I hope this didn’t come across as bitchy/whiny/or complaining too much. I’ve just noticed myself getting a bit grumpy lately, and thought it might be wise for me to get this off of my 34B chest. Before things got ugly.
I’ll write a properly nice post later. I know you don’t believe me, since it’s been months since my last post. So, won’t you be surprised when there actually is another post and I’m more pleasant?

I’m up until I fall asleep. If you call and I see I’ve missed your call (there are ways to tell, you know. Niteflirt totally documents all my missed calls!), then I will comp you a few minutes for your trouble. I did something similar for a while last year as encouragement for you all to call. I realize it can be quite disappointing when your cock is in your hand and your favorite teen with braces isn’t picking up her damn phone. What a rude, insolent girl!

Talk soon my cuppy cake yum yum apples of my eye!

But I wanted to update everyone on the goings on of CeCe. I’m going to let you all in on a secret – but I am not looking for sympathy. Really. It’s just a heads up type of thing.

First week of classes kicked my ass. Turns out taking 5 classes (mostly literature) is pretty dang difficult. But REALLY fun. I mean REALLY fun. I’m having a wonderful time. Most of my classes are flowing into the other and I feel like I’m finally getting the whole college experience. There’s been several moments where I have been seriously ELATED to be learning. And I read some really incredible text – that was really difficult to read on a whole comprehension level, you know? And I aced my first quiz and could have written an A paper on everything I had read. I just “got” it. It all started to make sense. All the history and literature classes and PHILOSOPHY classes and Political Science classes – all those classes finally met at one point this semester and it’s like the planets all aligned. I don’t know if I’m making sense but it’s a great feeling to be able to use all this learnin’.

The result is – I’m still trying to figure out where study time goes and where play time goes. I figure it might be another week before I can put up a schedule. I know I haven’t had an up to date one since I was 18 (she says tongue in cheek).

This is what I’m going to do in the meantime: I’m going to log in when I get a chance. I don’t know how long I will last – but I will be sending you free minutes if I miss a call. and don’t go fibbing because I get a report of who calls and who doesn’t answer! So please don’t hesitate to call if you see me on. If I don’t answer I’m probably drooling on my pillow, in class and forgot to turn off my phone line, grabbing a quick bite to eat or something like that. Again – if I miss your call I WILL send you a couple of minutes for next time as an incentive to try me again the next time I’m on.

I got to lay down for a bit. This up at 7 and to bed at 2:00AM is beginning to take a toll on my eyes! But tomorrow today is my last day before the weekend so it’s going to be PARTY PLAY TIME at CeCe’s for sure, though!

Hope to talk/play soon!

So yeah- I own a lot of porn. Actually I don’t own a LOT anymore because you can get it for free with out subjecting your computer to serious venereal diseases/trojans and the like. No membership fees, no discs to hide in your documentary DVD cases in an obvious attempt to disguise them. Yeah – I know all about that. I’ve babysat before and all babysitters snoop. And eat all your good food in your pantry. And let your kids stay up way past their bedtime and eat tons of sugar and pizza. What? I had to get job security somehow!

I’ve seen my porn tastes develop and bloom over the last few years. At first it was enough to look at a picture, or even read a story. But now I like the actual sounds and the action. And before I enjoyed a great babysitting movie just like the next …uh…girl. But now I have an insatiable crush on Dirty Harry. And there are other things that I’ve developed a liking for, too. But they are private and I’d like to know who I’m confessing to. Although I do have a “going-to-go-to-hell-for-this” fantasy including confessionals, too, come to think of it.

The other day I was speaking to a new caller named Chris. We’ve talked a couple of times and I’m JUST getting to know him a bit better. He’s a gentleman — the rare new caller who asks me what types of things I like so we can both have a great time. It’s not a requirement — I definitely get pleasure when hearing you guys pleased. But it’s nice to have someone genuinely care about your orgasm and get paid for it. So we’re having some pillow talk and I mention my porn collection. I know that when you die things really won’t matter. I mean, you’re dead. But I’ve seen Ghost several times. And I believe there will be some Whoopi Goldberg that will be hired by some person in my life to contact my spirit that is just hanging around and thanks to that bitch I’ll have to sit around while my family members discover my huge collection of porn, vibrators, and .. yeah – compromising pictures of me and text and audio, etc. Not to freak anyone else out, but I think about shit like that all the time. Well, not all the time – but often enough that I sometimes lose a little bit of sleep over it. I think about it enough to have recently taken a close look at my diet and exercise regimen. I gotta stay alive as long as possible. At least to outlive my parents.

Well, Chris understood what I was talking about. And he mentioned that I need a porn buddy. I think that was the term he used. Not someone who sits around and masturbates over porn with you, but a buddy who will clean up your … um … messes when you die. Someone you can entrust your computer to when you’re gone. They can come in and manually douche out your cache and files and – take your hard drive and bury it with you or something – I don’t know. I suppose you can specify exactly what your porn buddy’s duties will be. This of course should be done prior to your untimely death. It all makes perfect sense! What a perfect answer to a most terrifying question that has been hanging over my little head for years!

I just wanted to share this with my callers in case they hadn’t thought about this option. And, because we’re all in this together, I wanted to offer my services, free of charge, really, to be your porn buddy. You can bequeath me all of your hard drives with all of your various porn and I will keep it nice and safe for you – far away from suspecting friends and family and your reputation will remain untarnished. I will destroy all toys, dresses, lingerie, wigs, etc. I will destroy all real dolls, pocket pussies and fleshlights. I will be your clean up woman, baby, ensuring that you will really rest in peace. Now who will be mine?

I have lots of things to do before I “sleep” though – so enough about all this morbid death talk. Although one should always be prepared for events that are unplanned, right? If you need help with any of it, or care to confess about why you would even need a porn buddy – give me a call.
You’ll be glad you did!

This is really just a quick little post in between things – I’m about to go to a meeting and before that I need to shower and change. My friend and I (who lives next door) have been increasing our exercise quite a bit. I want to walk a half marathon this winter and I’m trying to get prepared for that. We’re up to five miles right now so we have quite a bit of work to do! On the days we’re not training for our marathon we’re biking. I’m finally putting my pink bike to work – and with out the basket for Jackson. He has to wait until I’m finished with my ride before he gets one! We biked for 10 miles the other day and at first I was kind of laughing at how easy it was. But I ride a bike with no gears (it’s a pink cruiser) and there were quite a bit of hills along the way. I got home and I walked like I had been fucking all morning. Use your imagination to give you whatever visual works for you! My thighs are still a little sore today.

So I’ll be logging in after my meeting – probably will log in around 8:00PM – 8:30 at the latest. After my bike ride tomorrow I’ll be hanging out so I hope to speak with some of you then. I’m off and biking/walking by 7:00AM PST these days so I know I’ve missed quite few of my morning guys. I’ll try to make it up to you on the weekend!

Hope your summer is ending on a great note. Stay cool (or dry!) and try to stay out of trouble unless I’m on the phone!

Come dream with me … you’ll be glad you did!

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!

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!

My spring break is officially over. I started off with a plan to do nothing but work and study, and that lasted for a bout a day. I did however manage to log in for at least 5 of the days (or maybe it was closer to 6?) and was able to talk to many of you who I haven’t had a chance to talk to in a long while. I thought that maybe after spring break I would be more able to determine a workable schedule for myself. What I learned during spring break is that my class load is so demanding this semester and unless I hold myself accountable to a set schedule to work/log in – it’s not going to happen. There is always going to be that paper I have to write, or the test I should study for or whatever. And I need to start giving myself set times to do the things I need to do every day. It’s difficult when you are like me and are use to shoving millions of things on your plate and then constantly juggling them , pretending the whole time that you have everything (crash!) under (crash!) control (shatter!).

So where was I before I decided to do sound affects? Oh yeah – holding myself to a set schedule.

I decided one day that I would play a sort of game with myself. I would say when I would log in – and then if I did not log in by that certain time and a caller (you) actually emailed me during the time I said I would be on but wasn’t, then I would reward that caller with a little incentive to call me back at a later date – with a free minute – or five – depending on the infraction. Pretty good, right?

So I did this the first time and had one lucky winner. The second time I logged in on time. I did this actually 3 days last week (once I thought of the brilliant idea!) and only one person came a looking during that time. Lucky him! So – it was pretty successful. Especially today. I was coming home from the gym when suddenly I stopped off at CVS in order to pick up a few things. Suddenly I looked at my watch. OH MY GOSH – 8:54! I said I would log in at 9:00PM. I ran out of the store (after paying for my items, of course!), into my car, and down the street. Tick tock tick tock. Arriving on my street I found the only parking space in front of the house was maybe 2 feet longer than my car. Yeah. I had to parallel park. And yes, I have a toyota. But come on – the space was barely bigger than my car. I lined up and prayed, pulling the wheel to the left (or was it to the right) and then back to the right, pulling forward a smidge – then back a touch and TAH DAH! Perfect parking job. No time to admire my handiwork, I ran into the house, grabbed my lap top, logged in at 9:01 – and ran to my room to get my phone. I was 1 minute late. And NO ONE emailed me at 9:00PM to get their incentive minute/s. Maybe you’ll catch me next time, boys.

So for those of you who do not understand what is going on (CeCe – all I want you to do is moan a little for me and tell me how to stroke my cock – who cares about all this other stuff, you may be saying) here is the scoop: I will twitter my plans for my schedule on the day that I plan on working. All you need to do is look to the right under the little heart and twitter/stalk me, and you will read my plans for the evening. I’ll probably say something like – will be logging in by 8:45PM. or – Look for me at 9:00PM PST, boys! Something like that. At whatever time I have specified you, dear sweet caller, will go to my NF page and see if I’m AVAILABLE. While you’re checking, how about a call. Seriously. Ok – you’re all jazzed for a call but wait. I’m no where to be found. I’m probably parallel parking! So you email me something like – “It’s 8:50. Where are you?” and then I reward you by giving you something for your troubles. Pretty clear, yes? I’ll make it clearer. No more of this “around 9:30 ish” stuff from me. It will be exact minutes. No more “at the latest”, either. I will only say when I’ll be logging in from this moment on. And if I’m not logged in you must email me (so I know you were actually paying attention) and tell me when you came looking for me – and when I said I’d be there. And then you can throw in some other things in the email like how much you miss me and hope my math test goes well and how sexy I look in my yellow bikini and stuff like that. Then wait for the note in your inbox with your present and my deepest heart felt apologies. I am not the kind of flirt that gives away minutes for feedback, or bait (to call me). I believe that my services are competitive (maybe a bit on the low side) and I feel that I’m already priced at a bargain, basically. I don’t need to give out minutes to my callers. They dont expect minutes from me, except on rare instances where I suck (lol – it happens) or I have a bad phone connection or some other quality control type issue. And I feel that this free minute idea falls in line with quality control. I promise to be here at a certain time. You may have other obligations or family stuff that only allows you to be here at a certain time. You make allowances to call me, and what a drag when you do all that only to find I’m not here, right? So I am attempting to make it worth it for you to check my availability, and also worth it to try again if you see I am not available for you. It’s in my best interest to keep my schedule, which will result in all of you being able to find me more regularly and well – it’s a win win situation. So once again – I will post my schedule for that day on my twitter (celinawetdreams if you wanna follow me). My twitter update will appear on the page under twitter updates (smiles) on the right … over THERE (pointing to the right). You can then go to my page to see if I’ve kept my word and logged in at the set time. If I haven’t – you must email me and tell me what time you were looking for me and what time I was suppose to be there. Watch your inbox for your surprise. Pretty simple, right? Keep in mind that all times I post are PST time.

Any questions?

I had something else to say, but it will take longer than a minute and I really must go back to my studying and phone calls. I’ll only be on for a bit longer, and then I have an appt (smiles) but may log back in. Watch my twitter.

Have a great week! Talk soon…

I’m not sure what this weekend is going to hold – but it is going to be an adventure. One of my callers (He is going to be called Edward Lewis – I just NOW decided. He’ll know why) treated me SPECIFICALLY to a night in a rather upscale hotel with the only conditions being… I must first have hot phone sex with him from the hotel. Movies. Room service. Sauna. Pool. An evening away from home. I invited a friend for a bit – and she will more than likely stay for a long time. She hates hearing people breathing when she sleeps (omg – I have the quirkiest friends!) so she won’t stay the night because I do happen to breathe when I sleep. If she does spend the night, am I wrong to worry about my safety? Anyway, I decided that when she leaves, it might be a great time for me to either catch up on my sleep and take a long hot bath or watch some tv naked on the bed…OR… I could share part of the great time with all of you and log in on Saturday night and have some loud don’t need to hold anything back lets get a little crazy phone sex on Niteflirt. What do you think? Yeah. I decided it was too good an opportunity to not share with you all. So – I’ll know better what the time frame will be but more than likely I’ll sign in sometime around midnight ready to play. Check out time is 10am, isn’t it Edward? If so I’ll probably work 3 hours … 4 if I am able to… and then I will fall into bed, happy, content, and relaxed. Of course I’ll be on sometime tomorrow, too. After first taking a nap as it appears to be one of those all nighters for me. Let’s finish this up.

I got another 100 percent on my Math test today. I got 49 out of 56, but my homework points boosted my 49 to a 56. *whew* See? Why was I so worried. Can I just say that 3 of the questions I got wrong were completely stupid mistakes. I’m not saying I’m stupid, Tiffers, I’m just saying that I made some really careless mistakes. I need to watch those errors. Even my professor was surprised when I got 2 wrong on the first page. “CeCe – you got two wrong on the first page?!?” He said. I took my medicine. I don’t know what happened. So that’s done with. Later today I’ll get my philosophy test back. I’m hoping for a B.

I did have another test that I took. 4 hours of testing to see about my spatial and processing and memory skills. All my test scores came back above average except for my reading comprehension, writing, verbal, spelling (yeah – I’m laughing over that one, too) and … one other one I can’t remember (remember … aha. That will be funny in a few more sentences), in those areas I was far above average into the “gifted” realm. Yeah. Tiffy was fuckin right. I am brilliant. My memory and processing … a little below average. So you see. If I happen to forget who you are the next time you call, it’s not that I wasn’t paying attention, it’s that my memory really isn’t good! Ha! I have a very GOOD excuse/reason. Nah – it goes hand in hand with A.D.D. Bottom line? The Psychologist said I should aim to go to school and get my Master’s degree if I want. That I’m very capable and that I should have no problems with being a successful student. Even my Math competency was above average. yeah. Me and math – who woulda thunk.

So things are beginning to fall into place as far as my plan is concerned. I found out that I probably need to take a foreign language – and most English majors take Spanish for some reason. It’s recommended by one of the schools I’m considering – so… I also have a few more science classes that I need to complete along with my Math courses. Looks like another year and a half AT LEAST – probably 2 years due to the math requirement needed to transfer. Of course, I may get into the school with out having completed all of my math – but before I get a degree I gotta have it somewhere. I’m okay with the time frame. Slow and steady wins the race. Right?

So – I think I’ve pretty much caught everyone up on my life – and sufficiently dwindled more time away from having to write this essay that I don’t even know where to begin. It’s not even an essay, really, because if it was, I’d be done with it already. It’s more of some kind of report. I don’t know what the bleep it is. It’s a pain in my ass is what it is. haha!

Spin tomorrow morning, then class, then training in the late afternoon with the Nazi. Will log in when I’m awake – hopefully before Midnight. Email me before then if you need to. Oh wait – I have an appointment with my D. before then – and THEN training at the gym, nap, then log in. One day I’ll update that schedule of mine. Just remember how you can legally stalk me on twitter and I’ll try to update my niteflirt plans as they become clearer to me.

Talk soon – and thanks all – for the great chats/talks/emails. Mostly, thanks for keeping close watch. It feels good.

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.