Homework

Homework, Homework

All day long

To make minds smart

To make minds strong

Numbers and English

Science and Art

Things to make you wise

Some things worlds apart

Practice, Practice

You must, You must

Save a little Brain for me

So I can turn it to mush

Written by the Kitty for the Beast while he studied and while she observed

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Corny and Mushy……..BEWARE

Mushy –

adjective, mush·i·er, mush·i·est.

1. resembling mush;  pulpy.
2. Informal . overly emotional or sentimental: mushy love letters.
Corny –

1. of or abounding in corn.

2.Informal .
a. old-fashioned, trite, or lacking in subtlety: corny jokes.

b. mawkishly sentimental: a corny soap opera.

 

Occasionally, or perhaps more than occasionally I find myself doing things that are very corny and very cheesy. I can’t help it. It is the hopeless romantic in me who is in fact very very hopeless. Last weekend in the trenches of sickness watching my poor sick sweetie work on his endless stacks of homework I decided to make him love cards and hide them in his stuff for him to find later. Granted these cheesy love cards were also a little on the naughty side I still like to think it is cheesy to put a perfume soaked card with anything written on it inside your boyfriend’s history book and wallet.  The weekend was brilliant despite the illness and we even managed a dinner with my brother and his wife and his friends and the best part, CoOp Portal 2 together. I love playing with that man so much.

The beautiful thing about hiding notes is that sometimes it takes a while to find them. He just found the one in his history book yesterday and today I had to hint to the other one. I enjoy surprises but have little patience when it comes to waiting for others to either find them or for me to give them their gifts.  It is just the girl in me to be corny and want to hear or see the reaction of the giftee when they find or get what I have either gotten or made for them.

Currently I couldn’t wait out my last gift and actually texted him a picture of it because the suspense of him seeing it and knowing what it was made me crazy! With how much studying he has I may not see him till next week so I had to show him now!

Here is where my cheese comes in hardcore. (It’s cute though)

I had a metallic print of one of my boudoir portraits made and I framed it, and I signed it old school pin up style in the corner with a marker.

 

He is giddy to put it on his desk. Studying has him tied and chained to his desk and I miss him since it was Sunday when I last touched his face. Sigh. So mushy I am sometimes. It is corny that I want him in my space, just sitting at my desk, doing his homework while I read in the bed while the kids play and run around crazy. It feels brilliant and amazing and so easy to do. Just the simplest most easy thing to love him and have him there. The world is a crazy place. Nothing ever works the way you want it to and since I am very hard to keep away from I tell him to stay home and study and keep the distraction of me and my ever present adorableness at a distance. Good grades are rewarded I tell him. I also tell him I miss his sugar.

He misses me too, and that probably makes it the hardest. It feels great to be missed and I want him to miss me. But since I know how hard it is when I miss him, I know how hard it is that he misses me. So distance will not be kept for long. It is impossible to keep to magnets apart once they have been flipped over.

 

And as my mushy drivel comes to a close, because no one should have to read much more sappy crap than that (and trust me I could go on and on) I leave you with this, my theme song for Joseph and one of the many songs that accompanied my soundtrack for my boudoir portrait session.

 

Christina Aguilera – Nasty Naughty Boy

Come here big boy
Ahh, mmmhmm, yeah

You’ve been a bad bad boy
I’m gonna take my time, so enjoy
There’s no need to feel no shame
Relax and sip upon my champagne
‘Cause I wanna give you a little taste
Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy

I’ll give you some oh-la-la
Voulez vous coucher avec moi?
I got you breaking into a sweat
Got you hot, bothered, and wet
You nasty boy

Nasty naughty boy

Oh baby for all it’s worth
I swear I’ll be the first to blow your mind
Now if you’re ready, come and get me
I’ll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loving (loving)

Hush now, don’t say a word
I’m gonna give you what you deserve
Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy

Oh no, oh there I go again
I need a spanking, ’cause I’ve been bad
So let my body do the talkin’
I’ll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy loving

Ohh ha!
Come on daddy!
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh oh yeah
Oh yeaah oh, come on, sugar

I got you breaking into a sweat
Got you hot, bothered, and wet
You nasty boy

Nasty naughty boy
Naughty boy

Oh baby for all it’s worth
I swear I’ll be the first to blow your mind
Now that you’re ready, give it to me
Just give me that hot, sweet, sexy loving

Now give me a little spanking
Ohh, ohh, is that all you’ve got?
Come on now, don’t play with me

Oh give me that hot, sweet, nasty
Boy don’t you make me wait
Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy

Mmmm

 

Note to self:

Must start collecting for what will be a fun and amazing session that is dedicated solely to Burlesque.

 

All my love always readers,

Lady X

What to do?

Business is the thing that steals joy and time. Unless you are doing something you love.  Then this phrase can be followed up with the saying that if you are doing what you love, you need to find a balance between doing what you love how you love it and taking the part where you have to do what you love the way others love it without it stealing your joy.

 

My photography and my art is what I love. Of course I love my kids, and I love my boyfriend and I love my family and Starbucks too. But my art is what I love for me.

So when I think of being confined in a box of what others want to think of my art I feel stifilled. Like my brain hates being confined by what others deem as their view of my art and what they think that art is worth. Too many times my art has been confined and then taken advantage of so much so that the joy of the art has been stolen from me. Like a thief just comes and takes what they want leaving me feeling like what I love has been raped and pillaged and left for dead.

This is truly how I feel about my art. All of it. I create it for me and anyone who wants to love it with me. SO perhaps that makes me extremely hard to please and a bit selfish. But I have learned in the past that if I let others dictate the way I view my art then I end up hating it.

So in regards to this post I am turning off my photography website this month. Little faces will take a hiatis until further notice. I can’t justify the $25 a month for a website full of out of date work that I don’t love. It was created when my ex husband told me in order to have a camera to make my art it had to be a business. Perhaps it is time for Little Faces to die in that regard. To be replaced by something that is totally me. And just for all of my art.

So goodbye Little Faces Photography. For a time you served me well. I shall find new ways to showcase my art. Something cheaper and that I can maintain myself. Something that is made for me. For MY art.

No raping or pillaging allowed.

So a fond farewell to you Little Faces. You will be missed.

Love Always,

Tiarra aka Lady X

A Girl Like Me

A girl like me is hard to find

Geeky and nerdy

a raven haired goddess divine

Sensible and smart

Brains and a little brawn

Voracious and sultry

Sassy and sweet

Kissable and cuddly

Tasty complete

A little bit naughty

A little bit nice

A lady during the day

A bad kitty at night

What could possibly handle this mess?

Just a sexy beast is all

And he holds on with both hands

 

Love always peeps,

Lady X

MIA

Well bloggers, I am deeply sorry to have been gone so long. My iPad being missing hinders my writing greatly. It was its intended purpose to be my writing tool and I exercised it well while I had it. Now I have to write at my desktop and it just isn’t the same.

So for now small tidbits when I manage it is what you will get.

So the low down on whats going on.

Work:

Well I am getting ready for some coffee ambassador stuff for Starbucks so that is exciting. This is my last weekend to myself before every weekend is taken up in part for that project. I am excited to be a part of it and when I know more you will too. Pictures even!

Kids:

Well fighting with my ex seems to be all I can do if I talk to him on the phone so avoiding talking is the best idea. I keep hoping he will give up completely on being a dad. He isn’t that great at it every other weekend and he doesn’t take them anymore in the middle of the week like normal visitation. Why can’t he just give it up all together so I don’t have to play damage control over what happens at dads everytime the kids come back? This issue continues to be a problem but with not much to do about it right now I just have to deal.

He also swears he lost my old boudoir that I told him he needed to give me. Sure you did. Guys totally lose naked pictures. Right…..

The good thing is that the kids are starting to notice on their own about all that noise. The good news of the month? Both older kids are doing great in school (minus the sick 3 days we have had with asthma drama) and my youngest is starting to work towards sleeping in her tiny toddler bed that is next to mine. I love her but she needs to go! She takes up more room than a grown ass adult!

Love:

This aspect now includes the girls. My heart bursts at the thought. This coming weekend will be the third weekend in a row and more to come with Joe always here with me. I miss him during the week when he goes home. He does so well with the girls. And they just geek out over his minecraft knowledge and all the geeky things he can help them with. He and my oldest worked hard building while I was past out Saturday night. We had what just felt like an amazing family weekend. I made dinner and breakfast and we hung out with my crazy family and he worked on his homework, he used my belly as scratch paper for his trig homework. We just did every day normal crap and it was so great. So NORMAL. Just perfect.

This past weekend on Sunday when it was time for him to go home the conversation went down like this:

Me: I hate this part. (insert pouty face here)

Joe: I know babe. Come lay with me.

So I go lay with him, he buries his face in my neck.

Joe: Believe me I am going to miss you so much. (I burst inside just to relive this moment)

Me: I miss you now

We just lay there in the quiet.

Joe: I don’t want to go home.

Me: I don’t want you to

And he stays. I snuggle up to his back and just inhale all that smell that is him and peace floods over me.

I tell him all the time that I love having him in my space.

Pictures:

So two weeks ago I did my boudoir portrait session. I threw a few pics on here. It was the best time. I felt the most sexy ever. Spent the majority of the time just a bit tipsy and I am already planning the next one. I see a steampunk and a burlesque one in my future. Those will take time to plan but I am excited just at the prospect.

With my last super free weekend coming up I am going to laze around, read, maybe write, possibly draw a little, and watch my honey study and maybe even work on our little minecraft world. I have to be without my girls for the weekend and for that I am sad. I miss them terribly when they are with Dad, but I know that they need that, even if it isn’t the greatest time for them, at least maybe in time they can understand better why I didn’t stay.

Future:

No idea peeps. I just really want to play in my art, spend time with my loved ones, love unabashedly and without restraint (well maybe rope or scarves but that is a bit different) and I want to share with others all the love that feels like it is over flowing out of me in waves.

I am tired, over worked, under paid, totally broke, but I am blessed by God with gorgeous girls, the most amazing love of my life, a family who is crazy but loves me and helps me in ways most wouldn’t and I am a beautiful Daughter of God.

Who could have it better than me? I think no one.

Sorry so long all I just miss you so much!

Love Always,

Lady X