Inquisition Confession – Week 17? 18? 19? 30?
Well hell if I remember! What ended up as over 95 hrs of overtime for Feb tends to f*ck with your memory, ya know?
What was I saying? Oh God. Am I getting senile? At 33?
Oh yeah. Now I remember…. I think.
I was actually going to answer the sweetest, most darling blog readers….. MY darling blog readers… who lately have had ZILCH to read. And I mean diddly squat. Well except for the chopsticks post, that is. Well, and the little post about my boobs. And that one report about my mild and definitely unplanned for drunken stupor.
Now I don't remember when or what week these questions were asked, but hey, I just started cruising through my comments and Gmail and I came up with these. If I missed your question…. Well hell. Ask me for THIS WEEK BABY!
But first. Can I just tell y'all something? While I love me some Garfield. (My kitten) I am hopelessly, deeply in love with Bandit. Bandit is the little furry bugger that was trying to swing from my hoop earrings the other week, bless his little purring self. This kitten sits on my boobs and stares at me…. Just stares at me ooooozing love from his big blue eyes. Sometimes, because he IS a boy, he lays in my cleavage, hugging a boob, tries to nurse (to which I say "Honey. That has been empty of milk for YEARS!) but he sorta hugs my boob and….
Stares at me. Deep in my eyes. He is still little soul (except for when he is giving me mad kisses on my cheek, ear or chin), unlike Garfield. Garfee is a cute fat ass cat. He is as big as Bandit, who is 1 week older than him. Garfee is NEEDY. If he isn't getting sufficient attention, he bitches-loudly- until he gets it. Garfield is getting more and more red, bless his fat butt. And Bandit? His blue points are such a deep blue as to be almost Navy. It's like the color of a blueberry. And his fur? If you blow on it and get a "part"? It's like he has blue roots with cream ends more than halfway out. Much like that look Shakira had going on a year or so ago. SO CUTE on the cat. Not so cute on Shakira.
OH? And Isis? Is really ready to pop her kittens any day now. And Garfield's mom? Miss Scarlett? I've been calling her a whore all day now. She's been getting her groove on since night before last. God help me. I SO wanna fix Max. Z won't let me. Something about men and their nutsack and the whole empathy thing. I dunno.
On to the questions.
Catrina gets to be first this week with her question:
What is the primary language spoken in the office where you work?
Well Cat, the primary language is English, surprisingly. Arabic is an official language and the bank I work for IS an Arab bank, but there are also so very many Persian Bahraini's here, that Persian, or the local version of it, is spoken a lot. By myself included. MY boss thinks it's cool I speak it.
Generally, I am constantly amazed by the number of genuinely good people that work where I do.
Carrie Jo nailed my ass but good (Lemmie out of the corner, willya? Jeez) with this one:
Have you ever seriously considered having an affair? ;o) Just thought I'd keep it interesting for you.-Carrie Jo
Well, well, well! Miss Carrie Jo! Let's hope Z doesn't read my blog for a while, hmmmm?
Teasing. Sort of.
Out of curiosity, do all my detailed plans of rocking Simon le Bon or John Taylor's world count? Cause if it does? Then hell yes. Because Simon could have me on my back in 5 seconds flat. (Or me have him on his, either way is ALL GOOD) I think he still looks damn good, and so does John for that matter. ROWRRRRR!
An affair. Well, this IS interesting, now isn't it? And a bit tricky as well.
See, I personally think of an affair as something 'casual'. Casual sex that you have once or twice, or for a while- short period of time- and then walk away from. So, really no. Because it is pretty much impossible for me to be intimate with someone without deep feelings for them. I'm just not that way. It's not me. It's not in me to have a one night stand. Kissing and petting is one thing (Which I also haven't done since before I met Z many moons ago) but intercourse? NO, to share your body with someone is special. At least to me. That's the way I was raised. A perfect example is the deep an abiding love I have had for the two men mentioned above for over 20 years, so that is some pretty deep feelings. A lot of which is lust and appreciation for the men that they are.
Sure, I've been pissed and thought, "That'd show him but good" when Z has put me down in one way or another. But it really isn't me. (Gee, could I say that phrase any more? I doubt it.)
Not that I haven't had the opportunity. I actually had an opportunity that I didn't even know about until it was way too late to do anything if I wanted to right as I was leaving the States to move here. A good male friend of mine and sort of coworker (was a company rep that came to where I worked every week once or twice) basically confessed everything he felt for me in writing right before I left. Some of the most beautiful sweet flattering things ANY man has ever said to me, of his regrets for keeping his feelings from me, etc… When I read that, and got over the whole shock of HIS confession, all I could see in my mind's eye was the look on his face when one of my female coworkers broke the news that I was moving out of the country to him. The look that all of a sudden made sense. The vibes I felt from him at my farewell party. The kiss on the cheek that I thought was accidentally closer to my mouth than my cheek that I blew off as one too many jello shooters. It was all too clear to me suddenly. But I got on that plane a few days later and waved good bye out the window as it took off to everything and everyone I knew, wondering if and when I would see them all again.
Whew. I think I just confessed more than I planned. Did I ramble? Quite possibly. Oh well.
In a nutshell, I think I would have to have really deep feelings for someone in order to do anything, and if I felt that way, I don't really think it would qualify as casual enough to be categorized as an affair (in my book), now would it?
Chery B, my naughty darling friend is back in the saddle, so to speak, with one of her playful questions I love so.
What do you think of strippers? Some friends and I went to see the Ultimate Males show on Friday and had a blast. Have you ever seen strippers? Also, what do you think of men going (to see women)? – Cheryl b
What do I think of strippers? Um, I don't usually think of em, actually. I've never seen strippers, real strippers. Don't think I'd mind doing it for the sake of the experience, either. I think that men go for different reasons than women go for. Ok, for most women. I could totally be talking from my a*s here, but men, I think, get, ahem, erections and all turned on from it. What with all the cootchie being stuffed in their faces, the whole slow bump and grind and whatnot. By the same token, you can't tell me there is a room full of soaking wet turned on women at Chippendales. The dances are totally different, from what I hear tell (and what little footage of it I've seen) for one thing. Do men give lap dances too? Now THAT might be fun! *hee hee* The stuff I've seen – film snippets- of the men's performance (like Chip's) is exactly that. Performance.
But hey, I could be wrong. I guess this just means that you'll have to take me to see some strippers after you kidnap me to live on the commune with you, Carrie Jo, and the other girls, huh Cheryl? Can we stop on the way though? I need to get change for some 50's! (I'm a good tipper!)
On a related note. I think doing a pole dance could be fun. I saw a TV sitcom where a bunch of women went to a pole dancing class, and it looked so damn fun!
I'm weird, I know.
I received another question from Carrie Jo last week, that went a little something like this:
OK, my question: what does your favorite outfit look like and why is it your favorite? (an easy one for this week)
Ah… an easy one darling Carrie Jo.
Well pussycat, my favorite work outfit goes a little something like this: A black lightweight crepe suit. The blazer is quite long, actually. Clean simple and not overly tailored. With my favorite pale turquoise v-neck blouse underneath. Black open toed sling back heels. I like this suit so much; I have it in Navy also with my favorite pale latte/cream colored blouse. It has trousers or a slightly above the knee length skirt.
That was work. Now for my free time? Casual I freaking adore Capris. Blue jean capris, black denim capris. Cotton capris of various colors and materials. Some short to the knee, some mid calf. I've got a couple of the blue denim ones with beautiful embroidery and/or beading at the hem. In this heat? It's a must for survival since it isn't appropriate really to wear shorts in public for ladies here. (Some do, but it is really more hassle than it is worth, believe me) So I would say capris and a pretty, vibrant colored t-shirt. I'm girly that way. I like tee's with a little something special. I am NOT a walking ad board, capiche? (I wear those kind at home loafing around in my SHORTS! HEH!) For shoes? Sometimes I wear flats, or strappy sandals, or something on my feet with a little more oomph! Depends on my mood. Definitely depends on my mood.
For that in-between look, like when I go shopping at the mall or somewhere out not so casual, it's usually slacks (but sometimes a skirt) and a pretty blouse with strappy heeled sandals.
How's that sweet cheeks?
Well, that's it for this week (month's?) Inquisition Confession. I promise to be a better blogger. Smooches all around for hanging in there and checking my blog periodically. I appreciate it more than you know. I just feel like my get up and go got up and went.
If you see my get up and go, will you let me know? Better yet. Hold it hostage and FedEx it back to me.
Thanks. Adieu my darlings, until I post again!