Last day of the month Laundry

So I say steal from the best. I regularly read several blogs with great pictures ranging from cute boys to hunky hunks. Many have wonderful titles like White Meat Monday which is one of my favorites. Since I have little time to post today (I have to dash for a therapy session.....imagine!), I still want to share at least a couple of delicious pictures and give them a snappy title. Since this is the last day of September..........here ya go. I do love a good undies photo.

New moon, new beginnings, new me

So there's a new moon today. If you follow astrology you know it's a time for new beginnings. A great time to start new projects. For me, it's a new fitness program. Fat, fat go away, go and stick on Doris Day. That's the mantra my old friend Gianni Opera and I used to chant. Well his name really isn't Gianni Opera but it sounds kind of classy and grand doesn't. Actually, it's John Work. Gianni is a form of John in Italian and Opera is work, well works, plural, really but Gianni Opus just doesn't have the same ring to it. John and I were always on some sort of diet or another. I recall the summer we decided to start riding our bicycles for exercise. We promptly rode them over to the Dairy Queen and snarfed down a couple of butterscotch floats. Still, we wondered why on earth we couldn't lose any weight. Any way, I back to my healthy eating habits. It's always good to a some special motivation. I'd tell you his name but I'm going to hold off for a few weeks until we for sure announce our engagement. I had a romantic compatibility chart done on us. Oh my! He could be the one. The Kodak song I so often sing to myself may happen yet. Some day my prince will come.... Until such time, I'll post a few more pictures of one of my fantasy husbands. Can you say hip flexors?

Bite my neck, please. Suck my...........blood!

So I have something to add to list of addictions. Not that sex, alcohol, nicotine, sugar, cute boys, classic movies and, and, and, isn't enough. A television show of all things. I've already mentioned how I'm hooked on Project Runway, Heros and Skins. Now HBO has really done it. True Blood! OMG not since Barnabus Collins have I wanted so badly for someone to bite my neck. I can remember racing home after school so I could flip on the old black and white TV so not to miss a moment of Dark Shadows. Even before Dark Shadows, I was drawn to vampire lore and stories. I still wonder sometimes what that says about me. Hmmmmm. I've seen pretty much all of the classic and not so classic vampire movies. Remember all the Hammer films with Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing (that damned Van Helsing).

True Blood stars Anna Paquin as Sookie, our heroine, who can hear everyone's thoughts except Bill's (not what kind of a name is that for a vampire, really). And ooh la la, her brother Jason (Ryan Kwanten) is about as hot as they come. I sure wouldn't mind coming in, on, and all over that buff little beauty. Of course, being HMO, we get to see his naked little ass in action, as it were. I'm SO looking forward to the gratuitous full frontal. Oh please, oh please, oh please!

I love it that they can make a show about ruthless killers who drink human blood so fucking hot and steamy and sexy! I'm hooked and I recommend you check it out. So common all you hot and hunky vampires out there, bite my neck, suck my blood,(I'm O-neg, the universal donor)and have your ever-lovin' way with me.

Playing doctor used to be fun......today I'm the patient and the doctor's not playing. Yikes!

In about 90 minutes I go in for my............annual physical. Well, actually, it's been three years since I've had one. At the last one I was in the best shape of my life and couldn't wait for the doctor to give me the once over. Now, well.... I'm not sure I want to hear what he has to say, even though I know what he'll have to say. I know what three years of nightly vodka & Mountain Dews can do to a body. Not to mention, no exercise ( I guess masturbation doesn't count) and eating habits that would make even Colonel Sanders and Starr Jones cringe. How long have I been telling myself to get back on the exercise horse? Eat my fruit and vegetables? Lay off the sugar and fat? Stop smoking, completely?

Well I do have the best motivation for getting myself back into shape. You see, blogging isn't the only thing I do on the computer. I don't want to jinx it but.........I've met this really great guy. Well, that's the thing, we've not met, met yet. Via the computer yes. Photographs, yes. Very long phone conversations, yes. As I told him when we meet I don't want you to be disappointed. It's been a really long time since I've met a really nice man, who is husband material, and who really likes me back. I just don't want him to see me (and my waistline) for the first time and say, "hmmm, sorry, I think I made a mistake". Oh why can't I be the perfect person in every way just like Tyra Banks. Wish me luck at the doctor's office. You know I have to post a few pictures of the possibilities of my plight with the prof........real or imagined, you decide.

Clay came out..............finally.

OK, so how many will comment on this earth shattering event in their blogs? Everything that could be said, has been said. But you know what? This queen does love that queen's voice. Of course, I was a Barry Manilow fan back in the olden days, as well. There are others as well, who stayed within the confines of the comfortable yet fabulous closets. Here are just a few of my favorites.

Boxers or briefs, it's the age old question. Well I say tightie whities all the way!

Don't get your underwear in a twit! But I'm not wearing underwear. Is that a pickle in your pants or are you just glad to see me.? Zip it! Unzip it! It's so hard to run with your pants around your ankles. Those jeans seem a little tight to me. Those jeans seem a little baggy to me. Did you like the show? I saw you picking your seat. Thank god for Calvin Klein.

I thought I'd post a few of the reasons I'm definitely a briefs guy.