Let’s face the facts, dearest readers, this will in all likelihood be the only post I do before Santa comes to town. Which is only a few short hours away. Can I just be the typical American here and mention that Christmas arrived way to early this year? I laughed a few months ago when I saw Christmas Decorations during Halloween. And then when I looked up again – it was the 23rd of December.

But not to worry – I’m on top of things, now. I’ve made my list – checked it twice – I found out who was naughty and nice and the nice children’s presents are underneath the tree.

You know what else is under the tree? Tons of presents (seriously – no exaggeration!) from my absolutely adorable customers. I haven’t opened up many of them (some of you are too stuck on this whole tradition of opening up presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day and not when they arrive in the mail.) but the presents that I have been most fortunate of opening have been … incredible! Rolf sent me a gift certificate from amazon I haven’t had the pleasure of spending yet – and also sent me a few presents from my wish list (but as I mentioned earlier – there are some callers who are sticklers about the appropriate time when one can open them!), Tiffers totally blew me away by sending me a gold anklet (white gold – my fave!) and one of the prettiest leather bound journals I’ve ever seen. I have presents under the tree from the good Doctor, my favorite editor, my college sweetie, and a pretty good size gift is on its way from the computer technician of my dreams. There were some gifts that just made it into my bank account that deserve mention, too. CWF, JC, Rolf, T.H. and Julene.

I started to write a list of all the people who have just called to wish me Merry Christmas – or who have called to check up on me is way too long to mention here. Let me just say here that there are many of you – some of which leave me feedback professing their undying love and appreciation (*big grin* you know who all of you are!) and others who prefer to give me their feedback on line or by calling me more than their pocket books can probably afford. I wish all of you the best Christmas ever. I know hanging around the family can be tough around this time of the year, but hang in there. The wrapping paper will settle and the dishes will get cleared from the dinner table. Your relatives will go home (eventually) and toys will be assembled. When everything is said and done – I’ll be around to hear all about it and help to relieve a little bit of tension in whatever way we see fit.

Thank you so much – all of you – for making this more than a Christmas I could “bear” – but a Christmas I’m looking forward to enjoying. In your own way (big or small) you have all contributed to that.

Whatever it is that you celebrate (Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, or just a great sale – LOL!) – Celebrate and enjoy – as much as I’ve celebrated and enjoyed each one of you. Happy Happy Holidays!

Thanksgiving came and went with out a hitch – is that what “they” say? (who is THEY?) The turkey was absolutely delicious. My father found this recipe and he and the turkey grew quite close. Every day for 4 days he took the turkey (that was fresh) out of it’s frigid home in the refrigerator and slathered it inside and out with the salt. I was initially very concerned about the turkey being a bit salty – but surprisingly enough, it wasn’t. I don’t know enough about chemistry to really figure out what the salt did – but the juice in that little turkey was unbelievable…even the white meat was delicious – not dry at all! I had every intention of not over eating – but the food. Dear God The Food! The stuffing melted in my mouth. The pumpkin pie … God – it was heavenly. Then there was the mashed potatoes, which I created on my own with butter and milk and salt. Yum-my! My plan to eat well … well … yeah. After our 2 mile walk I had recovered. Recovered enough to have a 2nd piece of pumpkin pie. *sigh* I never learn.

I have a lot of things to cover. I know it’s been a long time between posts. Sometimes I think I do this on purpose – take days off between posts, I mean. If a lot of days go on by – then most of the time I have a plethora of topics of which I can choose from. I could, of course, write every day. I can write every second of every day – but the more I write the more real topics come out – topics that I don’t feel safe discussing in “here” all the time. Some things are private – too private for a blog, you know? But anyways – a lot of time has gone by between posts – and I’ve gotten quite a few remarks about it. Enough remarks for me to reconsider my posting habits on this blog. Also about a month ago I told a dear writer/editor friend of mine that I would take time out and write every day. I think that he might consider writing in this blog part of that writing assignment. I know I can just “check in” as Tiffy wants me to do – but nothing is ever “half way” with me. Even when I work … I have to put it all in there. Work the full hours. Or Not work at all. Though that has been getting better – I cut myself off by 12:00AM/1:00AM on most nights. But…well, I’ve discussed it before. Everyone who knows me knows my personality and discussing it doesn’t make my personality any less – well – manic. Like, take this paragraph for instance. All that needs to be said is that I’ll be writing in this blog at least 3 times a week. *sigh*

My birthday was an absolute success! My family spoiled me and if there was any bit of spoiling left to do – well – all of you took care of that! The gifts just keep on coming! There really is no quick way to do this – so hang in there – glance through this long paragraph for your name and after finding it move quickly to the closing of this post – it’s the little paragraph where I tie in the title to the rest of the post. In no particular order: Thank you Ron for the Stephanie Plum Boxed Set (books 1-3), Thank you Doctor D for the Candy Fluff Dusting Poweder, Chocolate Whipstick Lip Balm, Sympathy for the Skin Body Cream, Creamed Almond and Coconut Shower Smoothie and Dream Cream Body Cream all by Lush. The stuff is delicious and you were so absolutely wonderful for spoiling me so! Thank you to Rolf for the All In One Printer, Someone named anonymous sent me the complete series Everybody Loves Raymond – so thanks Mr. A. Um – My dear friend Greg sent me his favorite movie Pleasantville (Thanks so much!) Thank you to my sweet Tiffy for sending me MAC Pink Poodle, The book Wicked, Marbles, and a great VS Gift Certificate which I promptly used to buy matching prison stripe panties, sweat pants and a sweat shirt. Mike B sent me Alicia Keys newest CD, Scott bought me Gilmore Girls which I love SO much!, Dan sent me the Rhianna album Good Girls Gone Bad and man. There may be more gifts on the way so I’ll update again with the Thank Yous. I PROMISE!
UR, Mr. PP, Mama Tee, Ray, ScottA, Dave, Mack, Mr. HingOfHearts, Bob, Joe, Beno, and Martin – thank you all so much for your Happy Birthday Wishes. It was so sweet of you to take time out of your phone calls with me to wish me well on my special day. *time to prepare for the big closing…*

I don’t feel a bit older, really. But I feel a LOT richer this year – and not for the obvious reasons, sillies! Your friendship through this past year, the gifts and laughs and the incredibly big ears that listen to me – soak up all my concerns and dreams and fantasies. You’ve all been blessings to me – delectable gifts that I treasure. Thank you.

Yes – My birthday IS right around the corner. Tiffy seems to have been preparing for this day long before me … and to that I say – well, nothing. I just haven’t been that into my bday. I guess because my bday has always been some preliminary to Christmas. I never expected a lot on my birthday – I doubled up on the gifts during Christmas cuz of everyone’s guilty feelings for not having made such a big deal about it. My callers have proven themselves to be much more sensitive about my bday than my parents ever were… Thanks guys!

A while ago people were asking me what I really wanted for my bday. I even had a person who had never called me ask me what I wanted for my birthday. To use his words – what I “REALLY wanted” (ah tell me what you want what you really really want!) At first these requests after establishing an 8 page wish list seemed silly to me – but when I thought about it a few days ago I realized that my wishlist can read sort of like some crazy cryptic message. To me – it all makes sense. I can tell you by looking at any page of my wish list exactly what I was thinking about. I can tell you what classes I was taking – what caught my attention during that particular time of my life or school year or whatever. But from the outside I know it looks a bit – crazy and schizophrenic. So … here is the one and only bday post I will do (until next year.) I will put it on out there what gifts I would really like to have – above all the other presents on my wish list. I also went through my list today and removed a few things that no longer interested me (like the vibrators – cuz well – Mr. Hitachi wand and the little bunny makes all those other toys totally unnecessary!) Once again – these gifts are merely suggestions. Anything on my wish list will tickle me pink.

Ok … so here we go.

If you don’t mind the thought of me watching too much television when I should be working hard on my math homework – these dvd collections would thrill me completely! THE DIRECTORS- THE ESSENTIAL DVD COLLECTION is mega expensive – but hey… if you have a few hundred burning a hole in your pocket – you can indulge me and get it. Isn’t the case absolutely ADORABLE? THE BILLY WILDER COLLECTION is gorgeous, too. Also any MUPPET SHOW series – or best of collection would be cool beans! EVERYONE LOVES RAYMOND, I LOVE LUCY, GILMORE GIRLS or THE BRADY BUNCH would all be way cool too. Especially RAYMOND or BRADY BUNCH! If it would make you feel better to send me something to read – then THE COMPLETE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE, STEPHANIE PLUM BOXED SET (I don’t have any of them so please start at the beginning and purchase the first set first and so on… ), JANE AUSTEN COLLECTION or the ROALD DAHL Gift Set would be cool times a billion. There are also 3 (or is it 4?) POST SECRET books that I’ve been DYING to have. If you realize by now that I have plenty to read – and really want me to finish the recordings I’ve been promising for a year now – you can get me that really cool USB Microphone. If you want me to just write already and stop procrastinating my life away by watching too many movies – you can pick up any number of journals on my list – or hey – (a girl can dream!) buy me that Mac Lap Top I’m orgasming over. If you’d rather give me something more romantic or just want to spoil me a little bit – you can send me a gift certificate on Amazon and I can get some perfume or jewelry or lotion or whatever. And if you realize by now that music is my life – the new Itouch or the new Ipod 8 GB would suffice. *wink* Beyond these suggestions – anything that is on my wishlist (honestly) I would be happy to recieve. By now everyone knows what a movie freak I am – and how much I love Julie Andrews. A simple DVD of my absolute IDOL would be a sweet and truly appreciated present. Hopefully these suggestions will help all who asked. I see I’ve already received a few gifts from my list already and a few teasing emails from “secret” admirers telling me they are sending me things… and that I need to wait to open up the actual package on my bday. (yeah – right!)

I’m totally sleepy right now. NF went down right as I was speaking to Mr. Pink. (been a long time, mister!) – and it doesn’t look like NF will be up until way later. Jackson had another class today along with a grooming appointment and he wore me out. I hear him tumbing about in his crate right now – and if I stay up much later he’ll think it’s time to get up and play and ai won’t be sleeping until this afternoon. I’ll log in for a bit tomorrow – and Sunday – though I have a date with the Tiffers – and I think I have a date earlier in the afternoon with UR – Who is celebrating a certain um … Half a century event!

Have a great evening – thanks for the gifts and calls so far – and have a safe and wonderful day of Thanks – in case I don’t get back til after the blessed event. Hope the turkey isn’t dry – and that your relatives don’t drive you too crazy.

I went into the drug store today … for what I have no idea… and what should I see? Christmas decorations. They took away 2 aisles of merchandise and replaced the junk with Christmas lights, ornaments, cards, and boxed chocolates. It’s not even Halloween yet, people! Still in shock I gathered my purchases (christmas cards, and a few ornaments for some friends) and headed to the cash register prepared to give the clerks a piece of my mind. The words “are you fuckin kidding me, people?!” stayed lodged in my throat while I forked over 70 dollars. I’ve decided that every holiday I’m doing these quick little babysitting gigs and saving my pennies so that I am able to buy presents – I might as well take my hard earned cash from my first well paying job and get a head start. It’s the responsible thing to do. I sheepishly thanked the kind considerate lady at Long’s drug store and went on my way. The retail business has our (procrastinators) best interest at heart, after all.

Thanksgiving marks the day that the Christmas playlist comes out of hibernation. Babs, Julie Andrews, and even Kenny G in his god awful imitation of saxaphone playing makes my playlist at Christmas time. I play Christmas carols non stop from Thanksgiving onward and I enjoy every moment of it. And while we’re talking about Christmas holidays – white lights – not colored ones – and I’m not being racial about it, it’s just that white lights look pretty and the colored lights look gawdy as hell. No food on the trees either – that’s just obnoxious to me. Sorry. And while we’re at it – you can keep the tinsel (cats eat it and that’s so not attractive the day after!) – and snow men that are animated in the front lawn. I’m a minimalist when it comes to Christmas. It’s too bad that my family doesn’t feel the same way. The other year my father proudly put reindeer in the front lawn – and even though there is no one in my family that believes in Santa – the milk and cookies still sit by the fireplace with the stockings hanging by the fire (with care.) My father takes great pride in his decorating and if he had it his way he would put a Santa with a sleigh and all how ever many reindeer there are on the roof top while blasting carols through a loud speaker mounted to the side of the house for good measure. I keep telling him that Jesus is the reason for the season (his words – not mine) but he shushes me up with – “What would Jesus do? He would decorate decorate decorate – it’s his bday party for crying out loud!” My father, if you haven’t guessed, is a loon.

I bring up Christmas and the holidays because well – it’s almost here. I’ve been receiving quite a few calls in regards to my birthday (November 24th – thanks for asking! lol!) and my wishlist on amazon. Quite a few of you are wondering if I can update it a bit for the holiday season and well – I’ll try to. But honestly – anything on that list would make a great Christmas present. I’m REALLY craving the Gilmore Girls box set to be quite honest. I also am craving the Director’s series that is currently unavailable on amazon – but I did find it here. *double triple axel with a drool for good measure* This thing gives me absolute female wood. It’s majorly expensive though – so it’s like a dream, really. But man – I would love to have that orgasmic pile of dvds in my little capable hands! I’m not a perfume type of gal (except for this gorgeous stuff right here… yummy yummy in my tummy tum tum!) – and I really don’t have any need for jewelry or anything like that. I would love a gift certificate to petsmart, though (you can send it to my email address – Celinawetdreams@gmail.com.) A gift certificate to Barnes & Noble (nobel?) might be nice though – for school books next semester – and a few tributes towards my education would be swell, too (lol@my use of the word swell) – and well – if you’re a millionaire you could always buy me a mac desk top cuz I’m so over PC’s…other than that – nah. Everything I could ever desire (well almost) is on my wish list and at the risk of sounding like one of the characters in Little Women – I mainly just want it to be a good “season” of good calls – so that I can lavish my family and friends with wonderful gifts. Seriously – I have so much more fun GIVING gifts and wrapping them up and stuff. I love finding the just right present for someone and I love seeing their face when they open it up. It makes me extremely happy to give presents and wrap them up in pretty paper – and send out cards to relatives and friends and teachers and stuff. As much as I moan and groan about Christmas time – I really look forward to it and really get into the groove around um – December 22nd or so. (lol!)

Speaking of gifts – I really need to thank a few people for their generousity. Not only have I been completely blessed this past weekend (and the weekend before) with plenty of calls and great new callers whom I always enjoy breaking in (hehe) – I’ve also been greatly blessed with presents from my wish list. My dear Uncle Randy sent me the rest of the books that I needed for my screenwriting class – as well as a rather expensive computer program, Final Draft. I was so excited – I can’t even express it in words!! Final Draft is THE software that every great screenwriter uses – so to have my very own copy on my very own mac lap top is … A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! I have already started to use it to write my first 30 pages – to develop my characters – to make little notes to myself about plots and so on … it’s just the best piece of software ever. Thank you so much UR for sending it to me. I couldn’t have afforded such a thing for a very long time and was almost getting prepared to use a cheapie free version that wouldn’t allow me half the freedom that Final Draft does. You seriously made my semester at school a much easier one! I also received the wizdog from my dearest sweetest doc in the whole wide world which Jackson has already used a few times so hopefully he catches on to it quickly. For those of you who have been following my puppy training dilemas – Jackson pees on pads at the moment because he is not able to go outside. Pee pads are these sort of diapers you place on the floor for your puppy to … eliminate on. Jackson does this part fine – but then sees to destroy the evidence of the pee pad by using his razor sharp teeth to destroy the pad – reducing his pen to some nightmarish sort of Christmas scene – complete with snow and piles of dog poop in the snow drifts. It’s like he can’t help himself and no matter how much tape I used he still would find the inside of the pads and go to town. This wizdog however will take care of the problem. Currently he is screaming like I’m killing him though while in his crate – so I don’t think he’s eliminated as much as he would like to. God help me. Anyways – fuck anyways – I’ll be right back – let me see if he has to go or if he just wants to play before bedtime. (the old “can i have a glass of water mommy” trick, you know.)
Ok – he has stopped for a moment. Fuck – I lied. BRB. Ok – I’m back. So this wizdog contraption is basically a tray that holds the pee pad – and then there is a plastic slab/grid that goes on top that holds the pee pad in the tray and beyond the reach of the little puppy claws and teeth. So far it has worked like a charm – though Jackson gave it the ole I’m stubborn just like my moms college try. Ha! The wizdog is too much for him – even his puppy teeth and ridiculous determination can’t break through that grid (though I did notice earlier today that his teeth HAVE broke through 2 of the grids on the baby gate – I give it another few months before he shawshank redemptions his ass out of that barrier.) Thank You so much, Doc for the wizdog. I really think that it will work wonders and save me the trouble of wading through a sea of poop, pee pad snow, and masking tape. *Muahz times a trillion!* In addition to these things I’ve also received through the weeks several dozen movies – a great cd and several books from sweetest nazi in the whole wide world, Rolf, (private joke moment – Rolf really is only a nazi in the movie The Sound Of Music – and in his spare time volunteers at several Lutheran Churches in the area…) and well – Jack, too, has been spoiled by some of you and he thanks you for the gifts and requests that you don’t stop. I’m just the messenger, here…

So yes, Christmas has already started around here it would seem, huh? *soft music begins to play* but the BEST Christmas/Bday presents this past month have absolutely and with out a doubt been the incredible feedback and tributes you’ve given to me. Oh My Goodness. Sometimes I read through the feedback and literally blush. I can’t believe that you all have such sweet things to say to me – and sometimes I really don’t feel that deserving of it. I mean – I KNOW I do a good job at what I do because in part I enjoy what I do alot. And I’m not talking about the canned response about masturbating. Sometimes I get horny, yes, and I do play a bit – but MOSTLY I enjoy pleasing all of you! I love the changes in your voices as you are about to “finish” – I love even the embarrassed laugh some of you give at the end of a call with your disclaimer that you’re really not half as nasty as you claim to be during the fantasies (lol!) – I love your hushed whispers as you hide in closets to get in your quick fix before joining the wife in bed – I love the sigh of pleasure you give before you say “thank you” at the end of the call. I love the surprise in your voice as you realize that I do (even if I forget initially) remember your fantasy and that I have (even if I ask that you call me back while I read it!) read your emails and taken your fantasy into my little fantasy factory and spun a new tale around it. These things give me pleasure – so when I get your feedback in addition to all these other things I feel totally and completely spoiled! Thank you for making me days and nites by taking the time to do that. A few days ago I sent out a over 20 home made thank you cards to those of you who took the time to say a little something on my listings. These cards will change once a month and will always feature a little picture of me in the graphic. Just a little “thank you” from me to you. At the end of the month I’ll also be sending a few of you something extra special – so keep a look out around Halloween, ok?

Ok – I’ll be on alerts for the rest of the nite. I’m a little bit pooped from the busy weekend and need to prepare myself for my next Algebra test. By the way – I got the horse, I passed my Math test (I got a B+) and Jackson is getting BIG! He now fetches – and “drops” it like it’s hot on demand. He also knows “down”, “sit” – and the sound of a can filled with coins when he does something bad. He is absolutely adorable and I can’t imagine my life with out that little guy. I can’t help but love him – even when he’s bad. Everyone that meets him falls in love with him. Anyways – I better run and tend to him. I’ll spell check and link up some of the things I talked about in an hour or so… so if you’re here before 12:00AM Tuesday – my apologies. Jack is less patient than most of my readers…

Happy Holidays – (just kiddin… you got a few more days…)

From the phone calls, emails, and “how do you do’s” I take it that the majority of my ‘readers’ had a good, somewhat relaxing, and scrumptious 4th! Here’s to the red, white, and blue. (end required patriotic feelings here). Nah – I’m not going to go into a political thing here – had enough of that at the grown up table next to 3 fifty-something year old men the other day. Luckily we all were the basic idealist liberals/libertarians or whatever so there weren’t any fights going on – but we were lucky. Even I know that the cardinal sin to any party conversation is bringing up politics or religion.

I had a great 4th of July, though. I wasn’t expecting it to be good (as anyone who read my post the other day can suspect…) but I was pleasantly surprised and eternally grateful. I had a GLORIOUS time in the sun – and it was bright – and it was warm – but thank god not half as bad as it was inland. It was a nice bright get out your sunscreen before you burn 73 degrees by the beach and a hell on earth 108 back at home. Ridiculous. Being that we haven’t had rain here since Noah built the ark – there were cops supposedly patroling the beach waiting to confiscate fireworks that could potentially burn several homes. The threat of a 1000.00 fine didn’t stop the locals from giving us about 3-4 different firework shows, depending on which direction you looked.

The house was pretty close to the beach, so from the patio we could see just fine. I had no desire to go back down to the beach. I had already spent 4 hours prior jumping around in the sand and waves with my cousins, and walking about 3 miles for my daily cardio so I didn’t feel bad for eating the potato salad that was calling my name back at the house. In addition to tanning and chewing large amounts of sand with my pretzels, I also was a guest judge of several castle building contests. I kept looking at my youngest cousin (who is 12) like, “what is wrong with you and your friends? Why don’t you build a castle like the other children?” but she was too busy trying to fill out her bikini top. She and her 2 buddies have officially entered that age – the age where they are no longer sweet and covered in babyfat – but little pre-teen-adonnas one and all. *sigh* I should have built a castle my own damn self… hmph! (or at least got someone to bury me in some sand so only my head and toes peeked out).

The beach was busy – but it wasn’t half as crowded as some of the other more populated (and quite frankly NASTIER) beaches. Thank goodness. But there was the sound of the waves – and almost like punctuation, the sound of children’s screams. I don’t know what it is about waves that make children (and some adults, even) scream – but they are successful in illiciting at least 50 screams per minute or so every time the huge waves came crashing on the shore.

I love watching people at the beach. I love watching girls walk from one end to the other in the skimpiest of bikinis and watch all the men sitting there with their wives, girlfriends, mothers, etc. Sunglasses shield your eyes, boys, but when your whole HEAD TURNS to watch a girl pass – you’re not really fooling anyone, ya know? I noticed something though on that beach. No matter how a person physically looked (because there were some women who were pretty damn brave to wear a bikini let me tell you) – if a woman carried herself with confidence and an almost superior type of attitude, all eyes (even women’s) were on her. If a girl walked by and was covering up her body (even if she had the fiercest body ever!) people acted embarrassed for her and didn’t even look twice at her with any sort of longing or whatever. It was interesting. I have no idea how I walk on the beach, by the way. The other day I walked with shorts on and a bikini top. I’m modest but I guess I like to give a little tease every now and again.

So after the beach we headed back to the house to eat – and like I hinted at earlier (is that alluded or ELUDED, I wonder?), I ended up at a table of 3 men who were about 50 or so. And I’m not complaining at all. Because I felt EXTREMELY comfortable. We talked about music, and lyrics, and Stevie N., and The Beatles – and a bit about politics, Woodstock, and MLK Jr, too. I just leaned my head against my hands and watched their expressions while they talked. I laughed alot – asked a few questions – and as the day started to cool off I just felt something deep inside of me. I was content. I had enough to eat but was not stuffed – I was warm – but not too hot. I was entertained, but not overly stimulated. I was just absolutely at that moment in time CONTENT. I wanted for absolutely nothing. I had everything that I needed and I think that has to be the first time I have ever ever felt that way. It was glorious.

The fireworks that nite were fantabulous – and long. Many families joined together and had a sort of firework you got served sort of thing going on. Everyone wanted to out do each other and I’m sure over 1000.00 dollars was spent on the chance to be crowned the Firework King of 2007. They weren’t afraid of a 1000.00 fine, that is for sure. Even when we packed up to leave at about 10:00PM – fireworks were still booming behind us – and they had started at 8:00PM. But I sat there in the front seat of the car on our way home and held onto the sun, the waves, the screams, the conversations, the music, the scenery and even the crackles of the fireworks I love the best. I remember how that felt that moment I was content. It’s like satisfied – only it lasts longer. It’s like the afterglow you feel after a big orgasm. It’s like looking at the best redesign for your site that your bff did for you and wondering if she just somehow tapped into your brain to bring everything you ever wanted to “paper”. It’s like finishing a workout – and for a moment enjoying the sweat collect in the small of your back and your heart beating wildly against your chest. It’s like coming home to several appointments, and well wishes and calls asking how your day was.

I’m so glad I went.