As a major news and political junkie, I am always pissed off about one thing or another. I write while listening to CNN in the background. On occasion I can be seen leaping from my chair to go and stand in front of the television set.

This morning i’m pissed off about the “good” Senator from Illinois–Burris–scandal. He said that the “pay to play” Governor Blagojevich had never solicited any money from him nor had any of his aides. Everyone thought the Senate should give the vacating seat of President Obama to the seemingly benign man despite the corruption scandal that surrounded it.

Well, looks like the Senate does get it right on occasion. Now Burris has done an about face and has admitted that Blagojevich’s brother had solicited fundraising help on at least three occasions before his appointment. He also admits that he asked said brother whether his name was in the running for Obama’s empty seat. To which the bro replied he’d heard his name mentioned. This new revelation seems to have only surfaced due to the fact that the bro is now saying he believes the FBI taped some of his conversations.

So which part of the question “Did anyone say anything about money to you in a conversation that involved the Senate seat?” didn’t Burris understand? No word yet on whether or not money was actually exchanged.

To tell you the truth, I watched Burris’ little play unfold and quite frankly thought he looked a lot like a deer caught in headlights. Frightened, stupefied. So I guess now the Senate and me both get it right on occasion.

Here we go peeps, another scandal for our viewing pleasure. And the good people of Illinois are still without honest-to-god representation.

On another note: That octuplets Mom has ditched her publicist and has now signed with an agent. Does anyone see a Lifetime movie in this? Oh, and are we taking bets on whether some enterprising reporter unearths a plastic surgeon who gave her “Angelina Lips”?

I haven’t blogged here for quite some time and I think Valentine’s Day is the perfect day to rectify that situation. With that said, I read a great many Valentine blogs this week. Everything from aphrodisiac foods to kama sutra lessons seems to be the order of the day. I even found a poll where you voted for your favorite sexual position. By the way, doggie style won by a narrow margin, followed by missionary. Nothing earth shattering there.

With all the love talk/sex talk, I started to wonder about something. Does Valentine’s Day push us to plan an evening of love and sex beyond our usual standards? Will you and your significant other go out of your way tonight to spice things up? Will doggie style and missionary be traded in for something more exotic–say wheelbarrow romps, bodies suspended. Will you throw in a wrestling move and pile drive your lover?

It seems to me, at least, that a lot of people stress over this day. Everyone thinks they have to do something extra special to make it memorable. A lot of people are in new relationships, of course, and I can see where they would want to make their first Valentine’s Day together exciting, romantic, and yes, memorable. But for those who are in a relationship that has been there done that, doesn’t it make more sense to set aside the day to simply celebrate your love without all the fanfare–to take time out just for the two of you without all the chocolate that goes to your hips or the flowers that, while nice, are quite expensive and cut into the food budget?

I know. I sound like the Scrooge of Valentine’s Day. Probably because I don’t have a significant other. However, I’ve been through the Valentine’s Day rush many many times. And as it turned out for me personally, there really was no need to make that memory because “it” didn’t last. When I think back on all those roses and all that chocolate, I literally have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think I’ve slammed down several bushels of oysters over the years. That may be one of the reasons I stopped eating oysters too.

For those tried and true couples. The ones with kids and busy schedules, a budget–those who air kiss each other on the way out the door each morning and have sex every couple of weeks when you both finally get a full eight hours sleep–those couples who love each other, but understand “life” gets in the way sometimes…instead of rushing around for this one day so you can get it “right”, why don’t you simplify.

For the man I suggest: A single blossom that you steal from the office flower garden or one of those three dollar bouquets that you get at the grocery store sans plastic wrap. Tie a ribbon around that single flower or cheap bouquet (yarn is fine, lol, anything that can be used as a ribbon), get down on one knee in front of her and say, “Will you spend this evening alone with me, thinking only of us and what we mean to each other?” Honey, I’d melt right into your arms so fast! Who needs chocolate and a seventy-five dollar arrangement of roses?

For the woman I suggest: A ribbon. Tied around your naked body while laying spread eagled on the bed! Ok, ok, just joking, but that’s something you could do too. But I’m trying to convey that it’s not all about hot, sweaty sex after the roses and chocolate. Maybe just greet him with a big hug, look him square in the eye and say, “I love you.” Now that’s getting it right! Nature knows what to do next.

Regardless of how you choose to celebrate this day, I bet there is going to be a lot of sex happening tonight. I’d venture to say Valentine’s Day is the “hottest” day of the year. Well, World Orgasm Day might be right up there too–but without the love!

If any of you need to farm your kids out tonight, I’ll be here, all alone–writing…

Which reminds me, you could pick up a copy of His Sweet Obsession at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid and read aloud to your lover tonight! It’s very romantic and guaranteed to put you in the mood! Click below to read the first chapter.

http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=378&zenid=b67ae6ad9084f880bc11257c5fddfd3e

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Have you ever held up your hand and said, “Enough.” I have and I said it today. I’m tired and I needed to shut down. I seem to burn the candle at both ends and then I need to recuperate.

Life comes at you fast and I’ve had days to simply streak by me lately at break neck speed. There aren’t enough hours in the day to get everything done. Sometimes we just need to call it quits and regroup.
I keep telling myself if I was better organized things would be better. But no matter how hard I try to organize something always happens to tilt me off course. Like a wind blowing through that takes my sails and turns them in a different direction. And before you know it…I’m behind again.

I’ll keep trying of course. I don’t seem to have a choice. But I swear, sometimes giving up sounds like a wonderful option to me. Did you ever have one of those days?

Just posted to The Nice n’ Naughty Blog my take on looking for love online. I’m for it. lol…but as a little added bonus I wanted to post here about an experience I had with a Robot. You know. One of those programs that supposedly acts like a human and you think you are talking to a human. Well I’ve been told there are programs so good you would never know the difference and that a lot of men and women are easily fooled in chat rooms. This particular experience happened to me while I was working

on a manuscript. I had MySpace IM on and this message popped up and not knowing who it was I accepted the message. Well to make a long story short, I realized rather quickly I was talking to a Bot and didn’t have time to mess with it and closed out the screen, but later it happened again, so I decided to have a little fun…OR DID I? lol…I’m posting the actual conversation below. You’re gonna laugh your ass off!

SO YOU CAN FOLLOW THE CONVERSATION I HAVE CHANGED MY PART

TO BOLD AND THE BOT’S TO ITALICS

hello honie……………………………………………………………………..
lol
I see you are back
so whats up now
lol
oh honie thank goodness u spoke to me
so who is your master?
how???????
no how….who…damn you need a better program than the one you have
what r u saying??????????????????????????????????????????????????????
I want to know who is in charge of you
of course u r my love
ROFLMAO
it u and only u
damn….me and only me….what a freaking hoot!
what doea dat mean
?????????????????
it means that you are funny
crap now I’m training a bot
listen up, sunshine…I have to go….no time to play today…tell your master I said hellooooooo
look love i want to be with u
ok
meet me on the second tuesday of next week in the Bermuda Triangle…got that? (NOTE: THIS IS WHEN HE STARTED ANSWERING WITHOUT PAUSING AND MADE ME THINK SOMETHING WAS UP!)
but dat too far
nooooooooooooooooo…..close by…I live in Bermuda….
i will have to need some money from u ok love
sure, let me get out my monopoly treasure chest
where shall I send it?
how much do u want to send my love (DEFINITELY NOT A BOT NOW!)
how much do you need?
about 200 dollars
pls my love
that all? Hells bells…now where do I send it?

Do you have an address?
where do you live?
ok love i weill send it to ur in box ok my love
no
tell me here on IM
okj i live in lorida
lol
all right. $200 in monopoly money straight to Florida…let’s see…I can have it delivered by Mickey Mouse…would you like that?
but i came to nigeria to spend my holiday and i,m out of cash
ohhh…ok
then I will put that $200 on the first boat leaving Bermuda for Nigeria
nno
then how shall I send it
ok i will give u d address my love
ok
pls wait a little
ok
i want u to move to dis id sharon .real at yahoo.com
no
ok..I have had enough of this
good bye
ok my love
no
dont sign out
pls my love i realy need dis money
ok…you and whoever have had your fun…and tried your scam…now hit the fucking road Jack
pls my love i need u now than ever
i just want to be with u and be happy
please
please honnie
say something
I am reporting you to myspace
how would you like that
thought it was someone being funny,,,,but trying to scam people out of money…that is not funny
nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooo pleasssseeeeeeeeessssss
go ahead fool i just want to fuck ur ass but u r using me to play
ROTFLMAO
ur papa is mad
You sure as hell ain’t my Daddy
ur mama is a prostitute
honey…if that’s all you got….you are in sad sad shape
i fuck ur mother yesterday
damn you like screwing dead people too….nasty thing you are
u stink i can smell u from my computer
oh God…you can’t be nothing more than a teenager
listen up…..don’t have anymore time to play
I have work to do
yes yes yes
and my friends and I are laughing our asses off
so good bye
go away fool

I know…I know…I should have deleted this ass from the start, but hell, it was kinda fun. And it gave me something to blog about. I was bored and the writer in me was just curious. Anyway, that’s the Bot story. Have you ever talked to one…or one that turned out not to be a bot? lol

Since my friend Teresa D’Amario thinks she’s cute and likes to play games, I guess I’m now IT! But that’s ok, paybacks are hell…you know what they say about getting even…HA! I get ahead! Watch out, Teresa….your time is coming. lol…Okay, here’s the deal..
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Seven things about me:
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4. My favorite vacation spot is Myrtle Beach, S.C. Close to home, and lots of fun!
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I’m buying a new computer today. I think. There are so many to choose from. Damn! And should I go lap top or desk top? Another damn! Price? Oh my God. It’s hard to know which price is right for what I’m going to be getting. Went to Best Buy and Staples. At $1,400.00 for something that will be obsolete in a year it should be able to cook and do the laundry! I’m also shopping for a car. My sixteen year old is getting her full license next week. Yep. Get off the road. LOL And I’m shopping for a puppy too. We lost our little Scotty…our mut…our baby over the weekend. We sure do miss him.

I must be different from all other women on the planet. I don’t like to shop. I don’t even pretend to like it. I’d rather have things just materialize out of thin air than to go into any store and deal with rude sales clerks. And more than that…why do these places employ people that know nothing about the product line. No matter who you talk to they always have to go and get someone else to get your answer. I’ve often wondered how far I’d have to go up the chain of command…but usually I just get disgusted with the lack of answers and make a decision without the information I’ve requested. I’m impatient. I’m stubborn. But I’m honest. And to be perfectly honest with you, I’m finished writing now. Till tomorrow…or maybe later tonight if the mood strikes me. May pop back in to tell you about the computer I bought…then again….maybe not.

It’s getting cooler where I live. I love cold weather. Snuggling weather I call it. LOL I’d really like to see some snow this year, but I doubt we’ll get any. I’ve had this fantasy for years now about being snow bound with a stranger. Oh, God. Soooo sexy. And in my fantasy I make it a real blizzard. The kind where everything is paralyzed. The world just stops. No electricity. Only one way to get warm. LOL Alas, I don’t seem to have ever lived out any of my fantasies. I don’t mean I haven’t experimented sexually. I mean a real live honest to goodness fantasy. One with images of your surroundings, complete with dialogue. One that you can replay over and over in your head until you get it just the way you want it. But if I can’t live it, I’ll write about it. Hmmm… writing about my fantasies. They may very well make good short stories to give to all my friends. Not just sit down and think of a plot line, but give you my real honest to goodness fantasies. I’m going to give that some thought.

I’ve encountered a man who is slowly but surely becoming very special to me. Our conversations make me think. Sometimes they make me think too much. Soul searching is not always a good idea. Especially if you find something you don’t like. My problem is this–he’s too good for me. I don’t really deserve his friendship. If he were to discover this website he’d know in a second I was talking about him, but this website is not exactly his cup of tea.

I think our connection is more spiritual than physical. Hell, I know it is. At least for him. He makes me laugh, but more importantly, he makes me cry. There we go with that soul searching again. And my soul is better left untouched.

His words are dark and arousing, tempting to say the least. Not at all sexual. I should leave him alone and let him be. He’s not the kind of man you play games with. He’s real. He’s honest. Far removed from anything I could ever dish out. Too smart. Maybe too smart for his own good. It’s his intellect that pains him after all. Sometimes you shouldn’t think. Sometimes you should just do it. And keep doing it until something else feels better. But he’d never subscribe to such advice. Not him. Everything must have meaning.

There is a Vixen who lives in me. A vamp…a Seductress…a Temptress. Sometimes I feel like I’m in The Garden of Eden holding an apple in my hand. “Take a bite. It won’t hurt a bit.” When in truth, it would change everything. A man can lose his soul to a woman, but a woman simply moves on.

“I see you’re a man with ideals. I guess I’d better be going while you’ve still got them.” Mae West…the original Eve

I received some spam in my email today. The spam filter is on so I don’t know why. I started to just delete, but the subject line intrigued me. “YOU TOO CAN HAVE A BIG DICK!” I stared at that subject line for a few moments and thought. “WTF?” Is this just one more guy coming on to me and offering himself or an ad? Couldn’t help myself. I clicked on it. And right there staring me in the face were several before and after picks of the male species in all their glory! Dicks hanging like bananas from a tree. (Bananas do come from a tree don’t they?) Anyway, I looked my fill and then started to read.

It was an ad for a male enhancer product. The ad claimed that over 700,000 men had tried it to date and all were satisfied. They even offered a money back guarantee! Whoa! I know if I were a man I would be opening my wallet up right now and grabbing that credit card. Like hell! Do men really believe all that crap? Do men really believe that just by taking a couple of pills a day that are supposedly chocked full of minerals and extracts–all natural–that their dicks are going to increase in size by one to four inches. Yes, I said, “one to four inches”. And this ad was thorough too. This wonder drug works with circumcised and uncircumcised dicks. And all it takes is four months of your time, although they recommend six months, and just $299.95.

Their slogan you might ask?

“Be A Sexual Powerhouse In Just a Few Months!”

The ad even posted “real honest to goodness” testimony from satisfied customers.

Bill, from Georgia commented “now I have the confidence to pursue the kind of woman I’ve always dreamed of.”

WTF does that mean? Well it’s quite obvious isn’t it? Evidently some of us women walk around with a great big message tattooed on our forehead that reads:

“I like big dicks.”

Guess Ol’ Bill is having the time of his life!

Basically I guess what I’m trying to say here is, “Men. Don’t fall for this crap. Save your money. If you think it’s not big enough, just up the amp on the tongue!”

…and by the way,

in the event you disregard my advice and do order one of these big dick making drugs, their ad also says they ship them to you discreetly. Wouldn’t want anyone to know what you’re up to now would we?

…and if you are one of those 700,000 men who have tried this product (and there are so many more of these products out there!),

I’d really like to hear about the results of your particular experience. So give me a post here or email me at tessmackall@hotmail.com