This past Saturday, the Rents took the Munkees and me to see “Bedtime Stories” starring Adam Sandler. Overall, the movie was cute and warranted several laughs. As the title implies, the film is based around narratives told by Skeeter (Adam’s character) to (and with the aid of) his niece & nephew at bedtime. One scene that really stuck out to me, is when the kids are “debating” as one wants a story of romance while the other wants one of action.  Skeeter, conceding to both, decides upon “Romaction”.


What a fabulous word! Seriously, I believe it captures the essence of many an encounter in a mere three syllables. It screams: hearts & flowers, fire & passion, spontaneity & adventure. (to me anyway…) Surfing over to Urban Dictionary for a full definition, cuz…you know…I wanna add it to my Blog, I find nada. No such luck. So, I make up my own.

Romaction is now officially part of my vocabulary repertoire.

“I could use a little romaction and I know just the fella for such an undertaking!”


Christmas Wrap Up


In the aftermath of Santa’s deliveries & the feverish stripping of gift wrap, all is divine in the home of Savored Life. The Rents, Rosco, the Munkees and me, are basking in the glow of family and love. I am a happy mommy, with three genuinely happy kiddos!

Holiday parties (one being a “one vodka. two vodka. three vodka. couch.” evening for me…HA!), shopping, stressing, cleaning, etc. are a thing of the past. We have been doing a whole lotta nuttin’…and it’s been fantastic! My days have been consisting of sleeping in, jigsaw puzzles, games, snacking, snuggling and blog reading. (I figured it was time I wrote something. Anything!)

I’d love to say I was going somewhere exciting (like QT) or had grandiose plans to ring in 2009, alas, I do not. I have made a resolution, of sorts, to make this year the last year that this is true. NEXT year, I will be going somewhere and doing something BIG.

2008 is drawing to a close, and I am eagerly anticipating the New Year and all of its offerings….

Wishing you ALL THE BEST for the upcoming year! ((HUGS))

The Munkees are WILD

My children, my angels, the fruit of my loins, have been maniacal lately. Enough to make me ponder my decision to be a parent. ::yellow page scan for Adoption Agencies:: (Anyone have Angelina & Brad’s number?) Goodness gracious…for serious! I am ready to pull my hair out. Constant bickering, complete disregard of any of my requests, whining, temper tantrums, backtalk…yikes. “Hello? Santa is watching, you know!” (I could save some serious cash this year proving a point: Ooops…yep…you were NAUGHTY, I told you…) The Munkees are pushing mommy over the edge…

While they sleep and as I write this, I am aware of the root of this behavior. When Dr. D. and I split, Punks was 5, Bubs 3 and Mouse 1. Young, not fully aware of what was going on, they bounced back and forth between us like pinballs. My home has been the stable one: One job, no ill-mention of the other parent, adult-issues (finances, stress, etc.) NOT spoken of in munkee presence, casual romance out of sight, daily affection, book-reading, etc. Dad’s house: plenary opposite. A train wreck for me. 2.5 years later, I am constantly “reprogramming” my munchkins.

Dr. D. is engaged. His fiancé has a 4-year old. Their relationship is unhealthy. (shocker.) The kids tell me and even SHE has told me how they argue…yet, she still wants to marry him? (Her background is a grim one…and let’s just say that this is another prime example of how insecurity/low self-esteem is a curse.) The upside: they have set their wedding date for next November, and a lot could happen between now and then. I left this relationship to spare myself and my children from a life of turmoil and [mostly verbal & emotional] abuse, yet here it is, HALF of their life again. It breaks my heart. It is this reason that I wish I were one of the single moms, whose father of her children, just walked away…

My children are acting out. They are aping the behavior they see; and while at times I feel like throwing in the towel because THIS is what I LEFT, I know these are the times I must fight the hardest. Survivor: Outwit. Outsmart. Outplay. Unfortunately for me, the court system in my county SUCKS. And when I say it sucks…it’s “*blink* are you kidding me? sucks.” ie: I always thought it was illegal and you got in *legal* trouble if you purger yourself under oath. ummm…not here. You can LIE. LIE. LIE. and wow…get away with it. *blink* *blink*

Ugh, enough about D.D. It makes my stomach churn. It’s midnight. I’m heading upstairs to snuggle with my wild munkees.


α ~ Life. I’ve been “busy”. You know, work… kids and all that. Blogging has taken a backseat and I have to say, I miss it.

β ~ Holidays. I am lagging. Shopping is dreaded at this point. I ventured a few shops today and at one establishment, put EVERYTHING back after seeing the checkout lines. “Are you kidding me? I am NOT standing in THAT!”

γ ~ F.I.D. There were a few days I didn’t flirt at all, while others I did like mad. (I haven’t been keeping up on my documentation and now, I’ve completely jumbled all of the days up…oh well.) I did exchange numbers & hang out with a fascinating [and super talented] guy this past weekend. He lives in Nashville and if we keep in touch, there will be a few adventures born.

δ ~ Romeo. The romance is over. Friendship intact. There were a few variables with that entire scenario…that well…I can only say that I’m quite confident I was the catalyst to his current happiness… C’est la vie.

ε ~ Passion. I have claimed mine: photography. Without a doubt…LOVE it. Pursuing it. No more resting on my haunches. I am lusting over want a Canon 5D with an EF 24-70mm f/2.8L USM. Santa, are you listening?

ζ ~ Work. Hate it. Over it. Ready for change. (see passion. see school.) I know that it will not happen as quickly as I’d like…but the ball has started rolling.

η ~ School. Going back. That’s right. Journalism/PR. (my other passion is writing…)

θ ~ Boys. I LOVE them. However, I told myself yesterday that I was going to fly solo for awhile. On purpose. And then of course, one (HotBe) contacts me this evening telling me he was in the Bahamas the past 6 days and he meant to invite me, but thought I’d be busy. Boys: They’re retarded. Ha!

Ι ~ Sleep. Lacking again. Insomnia seems to be back for a stint and this is not a good thing. Not at all.

Κ ~ Chunk. Me. Slacking on my tri training. Broke down and bought “fat jeans”. Yeah…when breathing and walking is painstakingly difficult, it’s time. Damn. The holidays are nearly an impossible time to commence a regimen. What was I thinking?

λ ~ Travel. Stuck. No plans on going anywhere for awhile. Saving money. Antsy as can be. Thankfully, I got down to a Dolphins game on sunday with Pedro to curb the gnawing itch to just up and wander …

μ ~ Munkees. Come back to mommy’s house tomorrow! Yay! We are making cookies after school. Am sad they will only be with me tomorrow & thursday until Christmas Day. But, then they are with ME for a week solid!

ν ~ 2:58AM. Current time. I seriously need to think about sleep. Soon.

ξ ~ MondayNESS. Old. Boring. Will think of a more exciting weekly post. Later.

ο ~ G’nite.

MondayNESS ~ 12/8/08

Smile Like You Mean It ~ The Killers

Wild Night

10:00PM: As Christmas music pervades my home, I am decorating my [ultra fresh] Douglas fir that is nestled in the corner of my living room by candlelight & am painfully aware that I am missing one key element: Vino. How perfect a glass of divine grape juice to savor would be…. ::texting LJ:: “I need wine.” After 35 minutes of conversation and a closed liquor store, we decide that we are “going out”. LJ has a place in mind.

11:35PM: Entering “Armpit of our City Bar”. The parking lot itself was a billboard of the patrons within. We knew we were in for people watching at its finest. We were NOT disappointed. It’s a relief I forgot my camera because, there is NO WAY I could have restrained from snapping photos of the FREAK SHOW. I’m confident I would have gotten my ass kicked, several times over. Where did these people originate? Why on earth did LJ bring us here? The music was the saving grace in every sense of the word. While attempting to pay our tab, we meet Zack the Whack. He’s all about LJ and wants to hang out. [Like a complete idiot] I give ZtW my cell number to call us to meet up later (I’ll place blame on Miss Artois)…we exit the Hole and proceed to our next destination.

1:15AM: We pull up to the digs of a couple of young, single guy pals of ours. (Young as in 21. Puppies.) They are having a good ole time in their dumpy shoebox. My god, people I know actually live in a place like this? Oy! Anyhoo…my phone starts ringing. Lo & behold, it’s ZtW. I inform him that we have decided to hang out with some other peeps instead. He was not happy and continued to keep calling. I didn’t answer. After roughly 8 more calls from 3 different phone numbers (uhh…psycho), one of our guy friends decides to speak with him. All involved are buzzing happily and words were exchanged and the calls kept coming…(I’d love to divulge what was said, however, I have not the foggiest!…but it sure pissed ZtW off.) Looking for our next stop, I call Dare to see what his night entailed. “Come to Jack’s, we’ll go out in the boat!” Now…I LOVE going out on the boat and am ALWAYS game for that! Depart shoebox.

2:45AM: Arrive at Jack’s. Have a beer and then LJ, Dare & I are off on the water. Music pumping, we skim down the Intracoastal to another friend’s residence to wake her up. Simultaneously, my phone is STILL being bombarded from 3 different numbers…ZtW! One of which, he leaves a nasty message:

“Hey <my name>, hi. Let me tell you something. Tell your boyfriend from NY he f*cking, he can suck d*ck till his neck busts. My name is Zack Rose. My number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. If he’s tough enough, he can quick <inaudible> and after I beat his ass, I’m a slap you upside your muther-effin’ head, whore.”

Oh yeah. Righteous! This guy is sooo cool. I’m laughing. Not at all shocked, considering where we met him.

4:00AM: Dare is furious and calls this Douche up…who comically DOESN’T answer his phone. He leaves a message requesting a call back. My next call is to one of my Johnny Law peeps. I fill him in on the scenario and he’ll take care of this Tool [later] this morning.

4:30AM: I cross the threshold of my home and fall into bed. Game Over.

UPDATE: No return call to Dare. Johnny Law tried on two occasions to contact ZtW. Apparently, when the Sheriff’s Office comes up on Caller ID, ZtW doesn’t want to answer his phone. HA. HA. HA. What’s the matter, tough guy???

Another night out with LJ for the books ~ Never a dull moment….

Flirt~A~Day: Up MY Alley

So yes…while keeping up with my blog addiction Reader, I peruse Dad’s House’s recent entry and does it ever sound like Tomfoolery Heaven. Now, I’m a [self-proclaimed] skillful flirt as it is, but to be consciously aware of making it a point to do so daily, that’s an adventure within itself!

December 1st: aka: Day 1 of F.A.D. ~ had coworkers written ALL over it. Younger men, or shall I say boys…entertaining myself has never been so easy. ::devilish grin::

I am going to set a few Ground Rules:


Must be Face~to~Face

Must be with different person each day/NO repeats count

Must be recognized by Flirtee

Must be recorded

I will update here. An everyday accountability to myself. Flirt, Dammit!

12/1 ~ Boys from work: Puppies. They eat it up.

12/2 ~ Exchanged smiles with a man at Office Depot while walking the aisles for printer ink.

12/3 ~ My target today was Johnny Law. A tall, skinny drink of water at that. A cutie.

12/4 ~ The neighboring car “checkout”, and double take triple take. (both parties) 😉

12/5 ~ Single dad of three at Publix. He blushed.

12/6 ~ My Johnny Law peep. We not only flirted, we made out too.

12/7 ~ Stayed around the house all day. Will double up tomorrow! ;P

12/8 ~ 1.Über Hot lifeguard at pool I swim at / 2. New hottie @ work. 😛

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12/11 ~ Cute single-looking (no ring or wife) dad @ school function.

12/12 ~ Exchanged numbers/texts/phone call/and a brief hangout (it was late…we were all a little beyond buzzed) with NashVegas Man.

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12/14 ~ Hung out with Pedro. I suppose there may have been flirting…

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12/17 ~ Woah…chatted a bit about frozen pizza prices with European HOTTIE at grocery store. (damn socks with his sandals…)

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Stay tuned for my Flirting Adventures for the month of December….and won’t YOU join in on the F.U.N.??