Twilight : not your everyday pleasuring device

I am going out tonight for a well deserved booze fest, my kids mentally tortured me today and they were bringin it Al Queda style.. I plan to slug down a bunch of drinks in hopes that this day does not imprint on memory in .. Anyway, only one of these women has read the Twilight Saga. So, I am going in tow with 3 of the books so to see if I pawn them on my friend Trex. I send her a text and it reads :

I text" I have a present for you"

She replies " dildo?"

I reply " BETTER"

She responds " oh Good there is nothing worse than a second hand dildo."


Um...I have nothing to say about that. Wait till she finds out these are secondhand books not a pleasuring device ,but she might find she wants to pleasure herself with the books, cause they are so damn good. I am going out on a limb here, lending out my prized possessions. And, If I find anything resembling vaginal secretions on my books, Someone is getting punched in the vagina.

sex for TV

Yowza ladies hold on to your pants

JL informed me today that Stephen Moyer aka (Bill , sexy vamp) on True Blood was on the View earlier this week. I don't watch the View anymore for various reasons. Other than the sweetness that is Whoopi Goldberg, the show is a train wreck. Joy is twitchy, and twitchy people freak me out. Elizabeth should be neutered. Anymore of her little ankle biters running around will further infect the world with more assholes. Barbara looks pretty good for 150 years old but once again snooze city, and Sherri is about as fun as a handful of fire ants. Needless to say, I missed that interview
The first season was so good and even my vampire hating husband enjoyed it, I am assuming because there was alot freaky ass sex. I mean really whacky. I have 3 days in which to make tawdry sexual advances to the husband in order to acquire HBO. Call it what you will, Tv prostitution, Sunday night street walking, HBO hustling, I like to refer to it as cold HARD negotiations. Everyone wins in my True Blood watching world.

I think I have plenty of ammo to work with, and the fact that True Blood is filled with raunchy "fang banging" .....he is a goner. Never stood a chance, really. If I have to wait until November to see New Moon well than I need a little something to tide me over, and X rated Vamp sex will certainly help me maintain my Twack level so I can function as a somewhat normal happy mother and wife....So wish me luck.

A Twilight Widower speaks

Husbands everywhere have been trying to figure where they fit into the obsession their wives have fallen prey to. They use to have a wife. Now their relationship consists of Robert Pattinson little known facts, and finding their wives trying to hump the computer. Mostly, they mope around and look confused. I know my hubbo would say as I lay reading Twilight for the 4th time in bed "Oh, I didn't know you were bringing HIM to bed with you again" However, he is a resourceful man, he knows how to use the addiction to his advantage. Suggestions of watching Twilight and/or any random facts about the New Moon movie will most definitely get him some ass.
So,thanks to a very talented blogger we have a name for these poor bastards. Our husbands who are hanging by a thread belong to a group of men called Twilight Widowers.



My TwiBFF JH, who I have know since we were pimple poppin girlies in high school, has a serious problem. She calls me once a day, and I have to remind her she has kids, so that she wont lock herself in the closet with her tattered GQ magazine . I also explain that if CPS comes for her kids and they find her in said closet didlin' the bean, it wont hold up well in court.


Her husband, WH is having a very difficult time, lets give him a moment to vent. (bowing head)

Your word games do not amuse me…

Before Twilight things were better. Now, my wife JH plays for team-Twilight, and the result has been that I must indulge her obsession while simultaneously accepting that I’ve been relegated to JV. It’s largely my fault in a sense. I gave JH Twilight. I saw it in a book store, and recognized that hit would tickle two of her favorite obsessions: vamps and teens. Put that together in the wrong combination, and you’ve got a felony. Moderate it a tad, add in some estrogen, take out some sleep, and you’ve got my wife.
5 more of these and WH will look just like Edward

And so this is where I find myself. A Twilight widower. That’s what the Twilight fanatics call people in my position I hear. I find the proliferation of Twilight-related slang telling. A cute turn of phrase cannot legitimize ridiculous behavior. It didn’t work with “Axis of Evil” or “evildoers.” And it doesn’t work here. You people are obsessed, and it’s not healthy for any of us.
Query: Are any of these Twilight-obsessed-moms having more kids? It seems to me that an important (and more satisfying that Twilight) predicate to child rearing has been severely curtailed by this stupid book. Widower? I don’t think so. More like Twilight-monk. Not good.

Waa Waa Waaaa...Poor guy. Grab some sack, smear on some glitter and give her what the Edward can't....If that doesn't translate.. Suggest watching Twilight again that should get her naked in 5.2 seconds. Works over here, like magic.

Rated R or PG-13..... leave it to a vote

I am a naturally raunchy person, I can take it from def con 1 to def con 5 in a matter of seconds with the appropriate audience. My friends know this, my hubbo knows this, shit even my mother knows this. Here is my dilemma. Becoming a mom has changed a lot at how I look and react to the world , I can still be erratic and hairbrained but the caring side has truly become the more dominant. I am usually 100% myself, however I tend to edit according to the situation and the crowd I am in front of. If you don't think I'm funny or am a little too much to handle, chances are you have on MOM jeans and you're rockin' a scrunchy. But where and to what degree does the raunch fit in, in the Mom world?

When I am reading some of the other Twilight blogs, their humor truly rocks my socks and makes me laugh so hard I could spit soda across the room...its like my own personal brand of heroin ( ha) I want to chime in so bad with some of the sick nastiest shit you have ever read, so vulgar it might possibly leave you maimed physically. But, I censor.

So my question is, Should I turn it up a notch or turn it down?

Twilight Eye Roll...and it aint sushi

So, I was reading one of my fav blogs Ramblings of a Latchkey Wife, and she talks about whether you are IN or OUT of the closet as far as Twilight is concerned. I'M OUT, and its cool I couldnt give a flying crap what people think, and if they think I'm whacked for my love of all things Edward Cullen. Most people who know me, know the extent of the obsession the BFF earlier tonight told me to "hit the brakes" Funny, because she is quick to forget she is the one who got me hooked on this shit.

I was recently introduced to a reaction that I like to call the " Twilight Eye Roll"

We were having drinks with some friends, and they brought a couple with them I had never met. My friend B-Val whips out her Iphone ( who by the way told me if the "Iphone had a dick she'd f*uck it") her words not mine.

She exclaims "Look your blog!!"

I had just recently set my blog into the wild, and it being a newborn I was excited to see it.

So the woman says "Well, what's it about?"

And I respond proudly "My crazy Twilight addiction."

She says " ummm Twilight , nope don't know it"

GASP. SHOCK. HORROR.

This poor woman has obviously been living under a rock, So I try to enlighten her the best I can.

I explain the story line, our favorite sparkling vampire etc..

B-Val hands her the Iphone, with my literary genius blaring in her face. She looks at it snarls a little and hands it back. Didn't even read a sentence. HAG!

" I don't read that kind of thing"

and cue eye roll....

.So I unleash some Twack on her, and the rest of the party....Nope nothing...pretty much sounded like a summer night on your back lawn....crickets baby crickets.

One person excuses them self to go to the bathroom ( probably to puke) , and the topic dies a uncomfortable horrid death leaving B-Val and I feeling a little ashamed, I think the hubbo was a bit embarrassed too.

So, I started to ponder am I a total loser? Have I lost my grip on reality. Nope, some people just don't know a good vegetarian vampire when it sparkles in a meadow next to them.

So haters beware, if you roll your eyes at me, I'm gonna tell you to shit in your hat!

Sunscreen babies

We go to the pool almost everyday, my favorite smell in the world besides my Twilight DVD is sunscreen on my boys after a long day at the pool. I love it, I could bottle it up and make some cologne out of it. So Sawdawg and I are putting together a puzzle and he says " I know what your favorite show is"

I thought...sure as shit he is going to say something about Edward Cullen and the fact I watched the New Moon Trailer about 50 times today.

He says "sunscreen babies"

I say " there isnt a show called sunscreen babies"

He says " well, Mama if there was you'd love it cause you love sunscreen on your babies"

Genius child! I love how his mind works.

Mama loves yummy smelling babies with sunscreen + Mama loves TV= Sunscreen babies the show.

And the clothes almost come off....

Have you heard of this thing where people will eat dirt and metallic objects for the hell of it? Its called Pica, I know pregnant women get it sometimes and some others do it but who knows what their excuse is. Well I think I suffer from something similar, but there is no name yet. When ever I see anything remotely having to do with Twilight I want to shed my clothes...

Anyway, so here I am watching ( drooling on) my tv, waiting with baited breath. I decided it is better to keep the husband (D) out of the house on occasions such as these. So I served pizza and beer like a Hooters girl outside to his mancave , to keep him from an intervention that would most definatly ensue following the revealing of the trailer. The problem with D is, when he doesn't like something I am watching he tends to make noise.....usually puke related or he sits next to me and pretends to swallow pills or eat the barrel of a shot gun, to convey his dislike for my TV choices.

Here it comes and BANG D comes and sits down.... Shit Im screwed.It took everything in my power to not rip my bra off and throw at the Tv when Edward throws Bella into a table at her bday party .Keeping my pants on was entirely a harder feat when Rsexy and Kstew almost made out on stage....I had to restrain myself. Dboy is already seriously concerned that I own a matchbox car that my kids have to ask permission to use ( yes I got a new one), and that Sawdog knows who Edward Cullen is.

So that is that, I am suffering from a clothes ripping Twilight addiction and the first step is to admit I have a problem.