SoulMoxie

The One Man My Husband And I Have An Understanding About

Anderson Cooper.

 

I would give just about anything and everything to have one night with this man and not to do what you're thinking - although I wouldn't close the door on that opportunity...I more would love to talk to him. There are few things sexier than a man who is not only gorgeous, but intelligent, compassionate, witty, and whose mum is Gloria Vanderbilt. In fact, there is only one man whose mum is Gloria Vanderbilt, but that is besides the point. Our conversation would wane in the early morning hours and then we would play checkers. Checkers. While we eat our crispy (but not too crispy) bacon and he compliments me on my strategy.  If you think there is no strategy to checkers now would be the time to keep your thoughts to yourself.

 

I had the privilege to hear him speak on Saturday night. I was in heaven. I'm sure the chemistry between us was palpable.  So if you were there and wondering what "all that" was, now you know.

 

It wasn't the first time I've been around AC. He and I go way back. All the way back to the time he was filming on top of a building "live" in Salt Lake City and I drove around until I found that building and waited down below. No, I would not consider this stalking. I consider it more fate, destiny, whatever word along those line you choose.

  

My smile may actually jump off of my face and through your computer if you're not careful. The best part?  He doesn't even seem creeped out that my hand is firmly on his ass.

The Eye Tag Is Removed...Now What?

In my last post, I talked about how I'm struggling with this whole "adult" thing. Here is my question for you? When did you feel like an adult?  I mean, really feel like an adult? Was it when you graduated from College? Got married? Had children?  Never? Still waiting? 

I always had this romantic notion of what being an adult would be like. I can remember laying in the green grass on my childhood farm thinking about how great things would be when I was "older", how "easy" life would be when I didn't have parents breathing down my neck, when I didn't have to worry about the mean girls at school, or the annoying pimples that plagued my adolescence. Now that I am an adult (and I use that term very loosely), I am dealing with those same issues - down to the damn pimples. Don't get me wrong, my life is fantastic (most of the time) and I wouldn't change it for the world, but it is nothing like the vision that young girl lying in the grass imagined.

Am I the only one constantly trying to figure things out? Constantly trying to define what being an adult means? Constantly trying to figure out how to make good friendships endure?  Constantly trying to sweep the dog hair out of my house? Am I the only one that is convinced that at 85 I will still not feel like an adult?

P.S. RacieLover, I will post about Vegas tomorrow...I haven't forgotten you.

Now 52 Can Be More A Long The Lines Of Refusing To Remove My Dog's Eye Tag

Today was a big day in my world BECAUSE I went to the dentist. That's twice in ONE year, folks. It amazes me that most average people manage to do this year after year after year.  At 29, I'm barely getting the hang of this adult thing. Just last month I finally realized that my mom was not coming over to do the laundry, regardless of how big that pile got. And that Jess's eyesight doesn't allow him to even see the laundry pile. Dammit.

For the rundown of my first trip to the dentist, click here

P.S. Just for the record - my house IS dirty, but I do Vote.

P.P.S. I have fresh flowers in my dirty house - does that count for something?

The Audacity Of Hope

I am back, ladies and gentlemen (hi honey! I'm pretty confident you are the only gent that reads here). It has been a long month for me and I'm sure many of you have been wondering....why no blogging??? Well, it's a complicated answer. Wait, no it's not. I'm not as complicated as I would like to be. The long and short of it is that I had to take a break from everything Internet and news related. I don't have a typical job, or kids that need me, and I find that it is easy to ignore my dogs, so on more than a zillion occasions I was finding myself getting sucked into all of the election bullshit early in the morning and after much ranting, commenting, whining, yelling and crying I would come out of my trance in the afternoon. With about 9 hours of work, and 8 loads of laundry to do. Then Jess would get home from work and guess what we talked about? I'll give you a hint - it wasn't laundry. I would be so worked up that I couldn't sleep. This became a vicious cycle and the only solution was to step back and take a break. Sorry to say this included Soulmoxie.

I've never wanted Soulmoxie to be a place where I platform my political views. There is enough of that out there, no?  So this meant that Soulmoxie was silenced. I don't know if this was the right decision. I've had so much to say over the past month...but so much of what I wanted to say inevitably would have hurt the calloused, conservative, greedy republicans in my life. And even more than that, it would have pissed them off. And when they get pissed off, they tend to attack and share their belief that by me becoming a Democrat it somehow means that 1) I wanted my father to die 15 years ago 2) I didn't want, or appreciate the college fund that my parent's so graciously set up for me and 3) I secretly want to take away all of the wealth my family has spent numerous lifetimes of hard work building - which means that I hate them and want them all to be on welfare.  SERIOUSLY. These are all things that have been said to me by family members. NUMEROUS TIMES.  Right before I run out of the room in tears. Tears that they are convinced are because I know in my heart that I am wrong. Tears, that if provoked enough, will send me running back into the arms of Mormonism and the Republican party. Uh huh. That will happen.

Everyone keeps saying how historical this election is, and while that's true, the word "historical" doesn't seem to be enough for me. There isn't a word in the dictionary to encapsulate all of the emotions and accomplishments that are involved in this victory. To encapsulate how many people for the first time truly became part of America's fabric last night. To encapsulate that any and every child in America can really become anything they want to be. To encapsulate the difference in being proud of being from America, and  being proud to be an American.

Because for the first time in my 29 years, I am truly proud to be an American.