So … if I wait 4+ days before writing in my diary, will I have something of value to say when I finally open up my editor/word program and start writing? Stay tuned…

On Wednesday I attended my writing class and learned more about plot points. LOL. I’m not so bitter about it anymore though. Honestly. Tiffy – you can put your letter away – I won’t be needing it anymore. I realized that truthfully – my teacher is just doing what I need him to do right now and that is give me a handy dandy excuse as to why I’m not writing. We go through this a lot here on this diary, people … feel free to just power ahead – skip a few paragraphs and pick up around the time I talk about my favorite callers. I won’t mind.

See, my teach wants us to know about the whole plot point thing to the point that we recite them every time we see a movie. Hmmm .. that was plot number 14 me thinks! It impresses your friends and other movie goers. But for reals, he really does want it to sink into our skulls. The plot points are our mid-term and the 30 pages of script are our final. I should be a bit more, um … what’s the word I’m looking for? … oh yeah! I should be more appreciative (lol) of my teacher. The other reason why I should be thankful is that I have not written a thing. I really hate when Rolf is right (lord knows I do!) but he’s right. There is absolutely NOTHING that is getting in my way of writing. There hasn’t EVER been anything that has gotten in my way. Even when I didn’t have the right software (which now thanks to Uncle Randy I will – thank you SO much U.R. for buying me Final Draft! You are a Godsend and I absolutely love you for giving me such a great present with out me even HINTING at it. I’ve hinted to other people about that damn program but never to you *smiles* so it was really sweet that you saw I needed it for class and went ahead and got it for me!) I didn’t have an excuse for not writing SOMETHING. Even before I knew what plot points were I certainly had ideas in my head and I certainly could have written them down. The sad truth about me – when it comes to writing in particular – is that I have this fear factor that haunts my sweet ass whenever it comes time to really do that one thing that I really love. And truth be told I will find all kinds of excuses or reasons for not doing any of it. First I needed to de-clutter my home so I could think. Um – I decluttered and I still didn’t write. Then I thought – okay – I need to take a class or something – so I took a class. Still did not write (and this was before the current class I’m taking.) So then I thought what I really need is a writing partner – but then I sort of have sabatoged those friendships in various ways so they can’t hold me accountable for writing. Ok – so then I thought what I needed was books – paper – a printer – a lap top – um… a brain transplant. The truth is – while all of these things will help me TREMENDOUSLY (especially that brain transplant) I have had the ability to write every single day – at least something – and I haven’t done it. So ok, Rolf, you got me. Once again. I’m not even mad about it anymore, honestly. I’m too tired of my tired ass excuses to be.

Wow – that could be a downer of a paragraph, couldn’t it? I’m going to leave it as is, though. Summarizing things and giving some clever little solution makes for a tidy blog, I admit, but I’m tired of making promises I have no intention of keeping. What’s that saying about Bullshit walking? yeah. So…

On Thursday I took my Algebra test and I got 9/10. Right – for all you smart asses out there…(I can hear you now … 9 out of 10 wrong, CeCe?) There was one question that I really just freaked out about – but I worked it out and I still got the wrong answer though it made ALMOST good sense to me (my answer) – so hey – I’m happy that I at least got 50 percent of the process correct while solving the problem. Course there is no “almost” in math. Either it’s right or it’s wrong – but like most things in my life I’m realizing that there is some poetry to a process that really should be honored/appreciated. If you do things enough and there is a rhythm to it that seeps into your brain … hey … eventually you’ll grow some confidence, right? I’m trying to cultivate that in my relationship with this whole Math thing. It’s cool how sometimes you’ll do a problem and your fingers just fly about and you piece things together and you come up with the right answer and you wonder HOW the hell did I just do that? Practice hasn’t made 10/10 perfect but it certainly has helped me grow a bit more confident about a subject that use to give me panic attacks. Progress is a good thing.

Friday – Saturday I signed in and took quite a few calls. I don’t remember having such a busy weekend since last month! I had a really great time – met some great new callers I’m looking forward to knowing/exploring/spoiling/being spoiled by/teasing/humiliating and seducing. Whew! I really like those calls that just fall in line with the types of calls I like to do – my personality – etc. It’s like meeting a new friend and you’re stumbling all over each other when you talk. It’s not due to your not knowing when they are done talking or whatever – it’s due to your “energy” really. The way in which you already know what the other person is thinking – what they need – and you’re so excited that your words are boiling over onto each other type energy. I sold some more pictures to a great admirer – and also got more feedback than I remember receiving in a long, long time. That’s always nice to see! Oh – and I also received a really nice tribute from a long lost caller who called me up for a great hour role play. If it was simply about the “money” and “job” situation I would call tomorrow a day of rest, go to church and absolve myself, and do some laundry – but um… I don’t wanna! *grin* I will be on probably late morning/early afternoon. At least I’ll be on alerts if nothing else. Then I’ll log in for a few hours before calling it a night and getting some rest for Monday classes. I gotta talk to Tiffy and Mama Tee about revising my schedule ONCE MORE – as I’m going to have to be available during Saturday DAYs more often. I had forgotten how much fun I have on Saturday mornings – in my pjs eating cold cereal and excusing myself to take calls and be naughty in between my favorite cartoons.

Ok – so yes – I still love my little man, Jackson. And yes – he’s still testing his limits every chance he gets. My Doc, hearing my anguish about the torn up pee pads (Jackson now tears 3 of them up daily whenever I leave him alone for more than 5 minutes in his play pen – which consequently has every toy imaginable from every Pet Store in Southern California!) bought me the wizdog I had mentioned a few posts back. That should help with much of my pain. Jackson is just a bit stir crazy. He is outgrowing his little cozy room in the kitchen and has gotten a taste of freedom and peeing on area rugs. He is not an easy one to contain any longer and often times, yes, I ask myself what the flying fuck I was thinking by getting a PUPPY at this point of my school year. But then I pick him up to take him to bed with me at the end of the night – and hold him on his back in the crook of my arm, you know? Like a baby. He looks up at me and kisses my arm, fingers, any bit of skin he can lick, and I just melt. He yawns and the smell of his puppy breath (which always gets me) intoxicates me. And then I remember the “why”. I got him because a part of me really needed it. Hopefully I didn’t get him as a further excuse for not writing – but more for a sort of inspiration that I so badly needed. It is indeed much more of a responsibility than I ever imagined but one that I’m happy to embrace. A lot of this is just him being a puppy and I really can’t take it personally – or like he’s some asshole that is setting out to make my life more difficult, you know? Jackson has… completed me by being something I can so easily give my affections to. If I was a guy with this cute puppy Jackson would also be getting me laid. Seriously – this dog is cute…everyone says so.

Alright … I’m going on alerts while I watch a movie and doze off for a few hours before I face the end of my weekend. I’ll speak with you soon – if not tomorrow then definitely Monday (12:00-2:00pm, 7:00-12:00 is my tentative plan) Thanks again to all those who gave me such sweet feedback – and for the new callers I had the pleasure of meeting. Looking forward to many more sweet encounters!

I’m not speaking about men cumming on me, Tiffy … I’m speaking about the Gay Anthem It’s Raining Men (hallelujah.)

When it rains in Southern California it’s a big thing. There are the mud slides – the traffic jams due to the accidents because no one knows how to drive in the rain apparently, and there is the incredible lazy feeling that descends on me like the paparazzi descends on Brittney Spears when she climbs into a limousine; I break out the books and movies immediately. The other day while speaking with Rolf I realized that I had about 10 movies I had bought during my film orgy inspired by my cinema class that I had not even watched yet. Among those films was the movie To Wong Foo Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar. Being the girl that I am (there is a word for the type but I hate the word seriously!) I realized I had to watch the movie immediately and put it in and sat back for what I thought would be a mediocre movie about a bunch of badly dressed men pretending to be women. I was so wrong. Though they were badly dressed – I found Chi Chi, Vida, and Noxeema the funniest characters EVER. Oh my goodness. I haven’t laughed that hard in quite a while. The message of the film was pretty unrealistically optimistic but when has unrealistic optimism in movies stopped me? (Mary Poppins, Sound Of Music, 7 Brides for 7 Brothers, Happy Feet and other unrealistic optimistic films continue to be the staples of my dvd library.)

Patrick Swayze (spelling?) didn’t really do that badly as a woman. He looked good in his outfits. He looked really classy most of the time – like a masculine Jackie O. Wesley Snipes – oh my gosh. His arms were out of control. Maybe that’s what made it so funny, though… something about his arms being all pumped up and masculine – and then him wearing really bad wigs and ghetto fabulous clothing. He almost looked a bit like Angela Bassett in Whats Love Got To Do With It as a matter of fact. Angela’s arms were a bit much in that movie, don’t ‘cha think? I don’t mind a toned woman with some definition, don’t get me wrong! But if a man is gonna be beatin the *beep* out of that woman with the well toned arms it just makes it a bit hard to believe. But again – that movie also is one of my staples. The actor who played Chi Chi was pretty great, too. He spoke exactly like Rosie Perez I thought (ok – an octave lower) and had really great movement for a man pretending to be a lady. He got that hip thing down like “whoa”. I didn’t think it was totally believable that he would be the hottest one of the bunch … so hot that he could persuade a little hick boy to fall in love with her and never suspect a thing…but hey… there is something about a sexy confident latina that makes ME hot… even if that latina isn’t very attractive. Take Rita Morena for example. Was she as hot as Penelope Cruz or Salma Hayek? I’m not sure… but put her in West Side Story talkin about how she wants to be in America and give her a sexy little dance and temper and even I wanna fuck that girl. Maybe it’s all in the attitude after all. Hmmm.

So anyways … I realized that maybe my fascination with musicals, show tunes, gay men, men who dress up in women’s clothing, etc. pretty much makes me a gay man. Let’s think about that for a moment, shall we?

Ok… let’s move on.

Tiffy (lol.. sorry sweets – bad segue, huh?) who is NOT a gay man, by the way, and I had a fabulous date. Tiffy picked me up promptly and gave me some flowers and a nice kiss on the cheek. We then went to a party of a mutual friend where we fucked on her bed and lit a few of her candles that I suspect were just for show (bad Tiffy … BAD BAD BAD!) We had delicious pillow talk afterwards and before and during that always makes the time with Tiffy absolutely delicious. I also had a little bit of homework prior to the call that made me ready for the time we shared. I’m not going to go into detail because I kinda spent myself on the whole To Wong Foo rant a few paragraphs ago … but I will say that I did go into a drug store and ask a male clerk where the KY Jelly was. He turned a bright red and I held his gaze – asking him a few times too many if he meant THIS aisle and then thanking him again when I found the tube of the stuff. “I thought you had the kind that gets warm when you blow on it… oooooh. Here it is, never mind!” *wicked grin*. Thanks Tiffers tiff tiff for the great call…you are an absolute delight, you know. Delicious!

Before that call and earlier this evening I played the next door neighbor who strips in front of her window and then encourages her captive audience to finish on his window pane while watching her masturbate, the sexy seductress who tantalizes her best friend’s mother’s boyfriend, and the naughty failing Math Student (that never gets old!) This weekend has been wet in more ways than one (slaps the knee… I’m so punny, right?)

Halloween is approaching fast and I won’t be trick or treating that evening. I will be attending a great bash of a party on the 27th however as Snow White. Whored out version of course. It always strikes me as funny when girls where costumes and it’s apparent that they are only wearing them to get tons of attention. There are so many whore like costumes in the world… hell – they could make a costume of mother theresa look slutty I bet. Slutty Cop. Slutty Nurse. Slutty Nun. Slutty Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Everyone is a slut on Halloween. I’m actually NOT going to be slutty at all. I’m going to be respectful in my snow white costume with 7 little men running around behind me and a rather sexy witch following me around trying to get me to eat her “apple”. I’m thinking that Jackson will probably wear this for the actual Halloween Eve. He doesn’t know it yet. There are really some pretty cute outfits for girl dogs though… wait a minute! Jackson could go drag for Halloween couldn’t he? YES! He COULD! Hmmmm….

Oooh – (this will be a better segue) SPEAKING OF JACK… (lol!) he weighs a nice even round 3 lbs. Looks like he’ll be about 7 lbs as an adult. *sigh*. It’s okay – I just paid a bit more for him because he was supposedly going to be “tiny”. Why I ever believed that anyone could tell me how big a puppy would get is beyond me. I guess I’m just a sucker. He was still worth every penny. Even though today he bit me so hard he drew blood. It wasn’t on purpose – he was trying to get the toy kangeroo I was squeaking at him. Yes – I’m serious – I have a plastic kangeroo toy that I make him fetch and bite and attack. I screamed so loud that he just stopped playing and sat down (with out me even requesting he do so! lol) and looked at me with such a sad look in his eye that I immediately picked him up and told him it was alright. The Dog Whisperer (who I now have my infamous BRAIN CRUSH on) says that pets can really get crazy when we over react over such things. I didn’t want Jackson to pick up on my fear that he would do it again, you know? It wasn’t his fault. I also didn’t want to get mad at him so I had to check myself because there is a difference between some killer 3 lb Maltese trying to bite off my thumb and a sweet little innocent doe eyed little maltese attempting to play fetch with me and mistaking my thumb for the evil creepy kangeroo plastic toy. God hasn’t answered my prayers for thicker skin yet but I haven’t lost hope yet.

I am going to go to bed soon. Tomorrow I have a lot of homework to do – and I also have another post to write up tomorrow evening too. I have received so many great gifts lately – and was told the other day by my sweet Uncle Randy that I’m getting a TERRIFIC gift soon by him that will help me with my Screenwriting class! I am SO excited – and SO lucky to have such great friends who care about my educational and professional goals. For reals! And it’s not even my bday or Xmas yet! I’m almost as spoiled as Jackson is!

I’ll be on tomorrow evening sometime … email me if you need me before that though. I’m always happy to be interupted when it comes to Algebra!

So I was thinking today… (what were you thinking, CeCe?) Well…(! lol !) I was thinking about books. I was thinking about all the wonderful books I’ve received lately – and all the books that I have yet to receive – and all the books that I’ve been reading – and all the books that I’ve bought for school ($$$$$) and then I thought to myself as I was admiring all the books that I’ve gotten in the past few days (and I’ve been surprised by a TON of books!!!) this really negative doomsday type of thought came into my head: What would happen if I don’t have time to read all of these books? What would happen if I lost an eye or something (My mom always warned me about playing too hard and losing one so I have to think it COULD happen!) and I couldn’t read all the great books I have? Then I started to think about movies and I realized that I need to stop watching movies before bed. It’s a habit I got into that I haven’t been able to break. I tuck myself into bed – I put in a dvd – and I curl up in bed and watch it and usually fall asleep during it. It’s the best feeling in the world – but I think I need to stop all of that. I should read books instead. I should read and read and read and soak up all the literature that I possibly can before it’s too late!
So my new goal by the end of this year is to read 10 books. And they can’t be text books.

I’m finishing up a Truman Capote book right now called Other Voices, Other Rooms. It is by far the most poetic bit of prose I have ever read. The words just sing right off the pages and his descriptions make me want to cry they are so damn beautiful. Even as I write these words I’m painfully aware that my limited vocabulary doesn’t even touch what I really feel about this book – and that pisses me off. How can I know so many words but be struck dumb when it comes to describing such a masterpiece?

After Truman I think I’m going to read Sense and Sensibility. My 2 n’s sent me the book the other day and I think I owe it to myself to read a little bit of Jane Austen. Sorry Doc – Confessions of a Mask by Yukio Mishima will have to wait until after Jane. As an English major/Creative Writer of sorts not having read Jane will not go over well in my classes. That’s like saying in film class that you haven’t watched Citizen Kane for crying out loud. Sure I hated that movie – and I’m not very certain that I’ll like Jane Austen either – but some things you just do for the sake of Art and image. *wink* While I’m reading these books I also am going to be reading another book called Conversations With Wilder by my 1st ever brain crush Cameron Crowe. *double sigh*. I received a package from Nationwide Education and Learning today and that masterpiece practically jumped out of the envelope and into my willing and capable hands. When I say that I’m growing moist from the book (I’ve already read the foreward/introduction to it) I am so not kidding. As much as I love my hitachi wand – Conversations With Wilder blows that little electric tool clear out of the water. I’m serious. If I was on a deserted island and had to choose between my wand o pleasure (sorry again, Doc) and that book – I would choose that book and use my fingers to masturbate with. Come on… did you really think I wouldn’t masturbate at all on the deserted island? *shaking my head*.

What else is on my list for the end of the year? Harry Potter – the series, of course. Thanks to my dear sweet Uncle Ralph I will be wading into the Harry pool and enjoying every inch of the water. My 2 n’s also sent me a book of writing exercises that he will be doing with me. It doesn’t really count that much as a book – but I’d like to finish all the exercises in it. The Secret Life of Bees & The Mermaid Chair (both by Sue Monk Kidd) are also on my list as well as Invisible Man by Ellison, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. That may be more than 10 books – but I’ve always been a bit of an over achiever.

And yeah – I’ll still be going to school. And yeah, again, I’ll be working here, too – taking calls inbetween pages. *wink*.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again (and again and again and again) – one of the things I will inevitably ask you (so please prepare ahead of time…it will save us time and perhaps even a bit of embarrassment at being put on the spot!), is: “What are 10 books that you’ve read that have impacted your life – that you would recommend to me – and that you feel are essential books to have on your shelf”? You may feel like just jotting them down now and sending them to me via email. You may even feel that 10 books is somewhat limited and wish to give me 20. You may sheepishly tell me that you don’t read – or that the book of CeCe is the only book that has caught your attention in the past 20 -30 years. I would of course call you a liar (and quickly send you free minutes for the compliment!) but it may be pretty darn close to the truth. That is okay. It’s really not – but hey… you already probably feel badly for not having read in 20-30 years so who am I to pound more nails in your coffin of guilt and shame? Whatever your reaction to your little “assignment” – please know that by the end of the year I will be looking for more books to add to my wish list – and will be sitting here twirling my blonde hair in between my fingers, batting my pretty hazelish eyes at you, and hoping that through this little bit of flirtatious persuasion you buy me a few books off my list. You do want to faciliate my higher learning, don’t you (flutter flutter, twirl twirl…)?

One last quick thing before I leave…(because I said that I would…) I have a new little friend that I’m so enjoying these days. Tiffy Tiff Tiff Tiffers is so damn adorable. I loveth her like a flower loves the spring. (lol!) I do, Tiff. She is so fun to torture and so delightfully pretty in pink that it warms my heart. When we speak together it just … makes me want to paint her toenails, sit her on my lap and play in her hair. Tiff has expressed a desire to belong to only me and I’ve allowed the game of wooing me to commence. What is so special about this whole thing is that I became suddenly aware of her putting me through the same mental gymnastics for HER attention! All is fair in love and war, huh, Tiffy? This is my third call with CeCe. I’ve seen words like ‘awesome’ ‘amazing’ ‘great’ bandied about, all true. I’ll add my take. CeCe is flat out, pedal to the metal FUN FUN FUN! I am really enjoying our time together and through the calls we’re getting to know each other and our play is getting that much better because of it! Oh this girl is a KEEPER – DIBS!!! lol Anyway CeCe is yummy and I can’t wait for another taste! – sincerely, Chatty Cathy *thumpity thump thump thump*

I’ll be around in the afternoon for a bit (Sunday afternoon) and then will be returning for the evening… (probably 7pm – whenever) – and will be on Monday morning until the afternoon 3:00pm/4:00pm PST or so – and then on again from 8pm-midnight. I have school on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday remember – evenings will be cut short but I will be on when possible.

I better run – it’s 2:17am now and I need to sneak off to bed and read some homework before I sink into Truman Capote’s poetry. Please know that through your calls, gifts, and confidence – you’ve all secured a remarkable page in my heart. I will treasure your stories for a very very long time.

I’ve made some headway. Actually – by 3:00AM I will have made TONS of headway!!! Yay CeCe! I’ve broke thru whatever it is that had me stuck and I’m back to normal again. Forgive my momentary lapse of what I like to call “writer’s hell”. Or maybe it’s the part of me that just thinks TOO much. I figured out… well… let me just start at the beginning and I’ll get to my REVELATION in due time. This is gonna be a long post. Get comfy.

So I cleaned – I did laundry – I took out the trash – I worked out – and I while I was vacuuming I started to feel not so heavy and a bit light hearted again. Whew. I knew it was the mess – I just knew it. It was preventing me from thinking. And you can view “mess” however lightly (or heavily) you want to.

I decided on what puppy I’m going to get. And my family is putting in their say – and I want to tell them that hey – I’m paying for the little bundle of joy myself – somehow – so their little say really is just a courtesy I’m extending. I mean – I’ll need a babysitter now and then and it will be nice to be able to rely on them for at least that much. Yes? I’ll be getting a Malti. And due to the bestiality fear that runs amuck on niteflirt – no button has been created yet. I need to write to the powers that be and ask them how best to go about making a donation button. Until then – feel free to call and know that your orgasm (and mine, too, if I’m lucky) is helping to contribute. As if you needed any more incentive to call, right? lol. I’m hoping that around my bday (November 24th) I’ll have the new addition to the family. I’ll need about 3 grand to pay for the vet, puppy, and a few necessities to start off with. Yes – I’m talking about bows for the little tuft of hair on top of his/her pretty little head, a sweater or two, and some other puppy necessities.

I realized that since the 15th of this month I have had about 10 customers who have qualified for a free pic (or two or three). I sent them out along with a thank you note this afternoon. I actually was a little tiny bit late – but all in all – I did it! I followed thru and a few of you will be happy to find some great pics in your email. Maybe you didn’t know I was running a special this month (May 15 – June 15). Well – NOW you know!

I have a final on Saturday that I need to prepare for. Tomorrow I’ll be doing calls and typing up my notes and studying. I work at the gym for the next 2 days so I’ll be probably having another all niter – but – we’re really not surprised, right? I ended up getting another A (100 percent, actually) on my last project – so I’m pretty much assured an A if I can at least get a B on this test. I’ll be striving to get an A on this test just because – well – who wants to “settle”? After my final I’ll be looking at my schedule for summer classes. I wasn’t going to take an art class this year – but I decided while I was cleaning up that you know what? I deserve to take a few classes that just feed me. As in FEED my spirit. I just need to find a way – need to find time – and need to just do it. As long as I take my other 2 classes this summer I can afford a bit of time just for myself. Plus I was able to sell a few of my art pieces last year and made close to $500 bucks – which for me was a treat. It was unexpected – and nice. It’s not alot – but hey – if I can make a few pieces to keep and a few more to sell this year – that’s (I’m bad at math so hang on while I figure this out…) 1/6th (right?) of what I’ll need for my dear little Maltese. So I’ll get to feed my spirit and feed my daugher or son. Sounds like an opportunity I can’t pass up!

Ok – so – I was stuck. But I think I was just a bit burnt out. I was working and working and I wasn’t getting anything to feed my spirit. I think everyone needs someone or something that just feeds them, ya know? Something that just motivates them to try a bit harder – and push themselves a bit more. I’m a person of meaning – so much that it bugs the shit out of me to just exist for the sake of existing. I was getting stuck in some sort of schedule and expectation type of merry go round that wasn’t working for me. It’s not that I need to have drama or angst to move me forward or anything – but I do need to have some LIFE – some unexpected surprises – and some joy – just some unadulterated (sheer, simply, absolute) joy. Trust me when I say – I’m a much happier person – and will continue to be – with this recipe in place.

So there we have it. I’m back – coming back – heading back. Whatever.

And before I forget…whoever was so kind as to send me my latest movies off my wish list – thank you thank you thank you so much much much! It’s kinda funny looking at the titles after this post: Happy Feet, Little Miss Sunshine, Holiday… It’s like my secret summer santa knew before I did what I needed. In addition to the not one but 2 ipods I got when mine was taken so horribly from me, my great writing books, and Milo the 1st, the rings, earrings, and necklaces, in addition to lipgloss and eyeshadow galore – these past few months have been a treat and then some. Thanks to everyone for cheering me and sending me tokens of your appreciation and adoration! *muahz!*

Seriously. I’ve looked at a few pictures and I think I have narrowed down the search of my future daughter. Here we go…
The Yorkie is my very first choice. I mean just look at him! Isn’t he just amazing? They are a little bit hyper which I’m not sure I like – but I’ve heard that they have great personality and are very entertaining. They are also very good around little children so my little cousin will be able to play with him and not fear getting hurt or bit or whatever. I don’t know if they are yappy things. The most important attribute, though? Audrey Hepburn had a Yorkie. I mean … HELLO! Audrey Hepburn. Not sure if Julie Andrews had a yorkie – but Audrey is right up there next to her!

My 2nd choice is the Bichon. I babysat a dog a bit ago named Mikey – and Mikey was part poodle and part Bichon and looked exactly like these sweeties. They are very very loveable, too – a bit on the submissive side I’ve read. But I think I would still be very happy with one.

My 3rd choice? The Maltese. Oh my goodness! I am a sucker for silky hair – and these beauties are said to have a great coat and they shed little (if at all). I’ve read that they are people pleasers, too – are sweet and loyal and kind to strangers. This is important to me. I don’t want a fierce daughter or son.

My fourth choice – The Havanese, I hadn’t really ever heard of. I like the size (toy/minature) and the coat again is very nice. They seem sweet like my other choices, too.

So … there are the finalists. I had also looked at the minature pug and the chihuahua but I don’t know… My co-parent (my cousin) kinda wants a chihuahua but I have heard that they are too independent and can almost be bitchy and hard to train. Potty training is like a necessity for real. Most of the places I’ve looked at are a bit expensive, but the puppies are diaper trained (or peepee pad trained) and that was like … CRUCIAL to me and my family.

The expense is … crazy. CRAZY. So I’m going to put up a puppy fund. LOL! Seriously. I’m going to make a button ASAP. Is this as important as money for books and tuition? No. Is it more important than any of the gifts I have listed on my wishlist? Yup. So I think if everyone just chips in 25 bucks here and there – by December I should have a new member of my family. I’m thinking of names now. Lola seems to jump out at me for a girl. Willis seems suitable for a boy.

Anyways – I should probably do something else other than look at puppy pictures tonight.

Stay tuned on the continuation of CeCe’s Baby.

Bet I could send out shower invites when he/she arrives, huh?