Fickle Fanny

Hello wild ones! I hope your week went well, mine is going well thus far.

V got to come home today! M tells me she’s doing well and is more than happy to be back at home. YAY V!

I’m kind of a fickle person. I change my mind a ton about lots of stuff. I was going through the star ratings I’ve given books on Goodreads last night and I realized that I looking back at those titles I gave high ratings to I was being generous. When I’m coming down from that euphoric high that comes with finishing a book, even the bad ones, I start to think about the things in the book that I didn’t like. I go from being ecstatic about the book to having luke warm feelings fairly quickly. Sometimes I start to question myself about why I even thought I liked the book in the first place. That little tid-bit about yours truly made me realize that when I start doing reviews next year I’m going to have to give myself a few days after reading the book to collect my thoughts before throwing them out there. Unless we wanted to do a comparison of my review written on a book high to the one after I’ve crashed.

Still working on my plans for next year, but tomorrow we’ll go over how I would like for this coming year to go and then just continue from there. Night!

Until tomorrow, stay wonderfully wild!



Purple Hair

Hello wild ones! Working again tonight…bleh.

As I am sure you know by now, if you’ve been here a bit, weird things bother me sometimes. And by bother me I of course mean they start to twist up my insides and make me kind of pissy for no reason at all. Right now I am reading a new book ( I know that’s a huge shock, try to hold in your gasps), and our leading lady died her hair purple. Which is cool, however, she died her hair purple weeks ago and has not mentioned anything about fading or any of the normal shit that comes with having purple hair. As someone who has had purple hair I can tell you that almost as soon as you wash your hair for the first time after the dye job it starts fading. So when this little lady never says anything and then other people start freaking out when they find out her natural hair color I start calling bullshit. Dude, there is no freaking way that her hair stayed so freaking purple that no one noticed that she was a natural blonde after about a month in their care. Come on…

Right…hair dye rant over and back to work and my book. Night.

Until tomorrow, stay wonderfully wild!


Am I a Perv?

Hello wild ones! I’m calling a cease and desist on numbering the blog, we seriously only have 3 days left in this year and since somehow I managed to mess the system up royally, we’ll just do without them.

I often worry I want to much out of life. I want to have money, but not have to work. I’d like to have a great body and still eat the crap that I do and not work out. Oh gosh, maybe those weren’t the best examples because they kind of just make me sound uber lazy…for clarification, I don’t mind work, I guess it’s more that I don’t like the work I currently do.

Anyway, what preempted that little confusing opening was a book I read last week. Neanderthal Seeks Human by Penny Reid caught my eye right away from the mound of trash that is my recommendations via Kindle. I thought the title was cute and the blurb was intriguing, so I snapped it up after reading the sample and devoured it Saturday night. And I guess my high expectations really kicked me in the ass with this one.

This wasn’t a great book by any means, I found it moderately funny and cute, but I felt it was seriously lacking in the passion department. Actually it was almost devoid of passion, which usually I’m okay with, however this particular book spent some time building out hero up as a semi-dirty talking dude and then just cut to back every single time they were going to hit the sheets. All we got were some make-out sessions and then the blinds were drawn.

My irritation worried me, still kind of does. I’m starting to wonder if I’ve become jaded by some of the raunchy stuff I’ve been reading, but honestly I think maybe it’s a combination of being just a bit spoiled and high expectations. I love cute books. Love sappy characters and scenes so cheesy they make my eyes roll. But I also want a little dirty sex, okay maybe not necessarily dirty sex, but sex at least. And maybe that’s just asking too much. Then again, if you’re going to tease me with some dirty talk you should at least have the balls to back it up with at least some foreplay…or one sex scene before you just cut to black and then have our heroine brag about the number of orgasms she had.

Maybe I just want a clear definition in my literature. Either it’s a romance/erotic novel or its a novel with a little bit of romance. I’ve ready plenty of books where there’s no sex at all and I’ve never been upset by it before, but if you’re going to write a freaking romance novel and then cut out the whoopie why even freaking bother? Am I being crazy? I hope someone out there agrees with me. Please don’t tell me I’ve just turned into a perv. Oh god…I’ve turned into a perv haven’t I? Shit.

Until tomorrow, stay wonderfully wild!


Day 354: Dog Bath

Hello wild ones! I’m at home tonight, I decided to sort of play hooky from work. I say sort of because I’m not seriously ill enough to warrant staying home, but I wanted an extra night off. 

Of course it just messes up my days off, so honestly while I’m pretending that it’s a good trade, it’s not. Ugh, I’m seriously going to sit down and talk with my boss about taking some time off. I need like a week to just bum around and think about what I want out of this coming year. Fingers crossed that he let’s me use my vacation days. 

My little baby Watson is in serious need of a bath, so I’m gonna take care of that shortly. Poor guy looks tan when he’s actually a white dog. I’m a bad mommy. 

Bleh, night.

Until tomorrow, stay wonderfully wild!


Day 352: Christmas 

Hello wild ones! Merry Christmas! I hope you’re having a very merry Christmas. I’m spending my day the way I spend all my days at home, sitting in my chair reading. Well, actually I’m watching a movie right now, but that’s only because my mom is watching said movie. 

I’m also eatin chili and hanging out with the family. So I’ll just say goodnight for now. 

Until tomorrow, stay wonderfully wild!


Day 351: Lost Days

Hello wild ones! I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but my numbers are way off…by my count we still have 15 days of this year left and obviously we’ve only got 8…

I’m beyond tired right now. I’ve been up for 28 hours now. Kill me. I’m about to take a wee nap, I say wee because I still have a few last minute things to wrap up, literally, before we open gifts tomorrow. So I’m gonna go to sleep for a bit. Have a wonderful Christmas Eve!

Until tomorrow, stay wonderfully wild!