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Snackie Video: The Sweet Sweet Posse Bonus

Sorry about the bad editing...I'm in a hurry, dammit!

Northern California Kisses,
Me

Snackie's Confession Both: Sins Of Spring

Right, I know...we just HAD a confession booth in March and I usually wait about six months.  However, TequilaCon just happened and also spring is in the air so we really need to get some shit off of our chests, right?  Indeedy!  Some of you know and love the Confession Booth posts whereas others of you are "new" to my blog since the last shindig.  Either way, it's all good because I am going to tell you how to play along!  My dirty whorish ass needs this and I hope all of you get a good load off of your shoulders as well.  I like it when a lot of people play, even when they confess silly things, sorta like when Dave confesses that he is awesome.  Uh yeah, duh ;).

You can see previous Confession Booths here, here, here and here! As I do every time, I will now post a snippet that was included in the very first confession booth post so that you know how it all works. 

So I got to thinking.....we need a good old, soul cleansing confessional here in the PRB.  Of course, if you want to talk about crazy things that have major psychological depth, Post Secret always loves to hear from people.  But what about the small stuff? Life's aggravations, accomplishments, random thoughts, and various other things that we never admit to anyone?  

Well, that is where the "Snackie Confession Booth" comes into play!  You are welcome to come here and confess to something, no matter how big or small.  If you want to get real deep and do so anonymously, I won't out you.  If you want to be "yourself" and talk about random stuff that you would just LOVE to confess, dig it....and then do it! 

Everyone is welcome!  In fact, tell your friends to swing by and let a load off of their chests, if only for a moment.  You can confess to one thing, two things or many things and can come by as many times as you like! 

IMPORTANT ADDITION: If you want to comment anonymously, please use a fake email address such as me@me.com and you can use  www.snackiepoo.com  as your URL or it will revert to the one you have used here before!

Little do you know that I often post anonymous comments as well....sometimes I just need to get things out without worrying about prying eyes.  As usual, my confessions will be in comments and I'll agree with half the things you say either cause I am a joiner OR cause I totally "get" you.  Please know that every time one of you comments, I nod my head because I truly understand.

Now...get to confession before your soul can no longer be saved ;).

Hooker Waitress Kisses,
Me

You Make Me Want To Be A Better (Wo)Man...

I was thinking about doing another TequilaCon wrap-up post that was chock full of amazing and amusing anecdotes but it seems like I've already peed my pants about five times tonight reading everyone else's posts.  So I tell you what...I'll get my gibberish out of the way then link you to a magical world of crazy drunken antics.  Oh and I mean "fucking certifiably crazy".

But before that, I'd like to bring myself to a mellow and talk about some of the more emotional aspects of this weekend as I am often prone to do.  Unbelievably, between the booze, boobie shots, hiding from Karl's flashing, constant twattering and other fun sightseeing things....I learned a lot about myself.  In fact, I think I was so busy cultivating my guts that I forgot to take pictures...I have a few of the pre-con but that's really it.  But anyway, let's talk innards....

I hate being this fat.  I'm actually working on it and was starting to lose weight right before leaving for Philly but obviously not enough to take away the extra pounds gained from last year before the big day.  So no matter how many of you want to roll your eyes at me and tell me to shut the fuck up, I'm just being honest.  There was a genuine worry on my part that feeling that way about myself would affect me more than the actual weight itself so I tried really hard to just get over it and let my light shine.  I think I did a pretty good job of it.  It's easy around this specific group of bloggers because not one of them, that I know of anyway, was even phased by that shit.  So I don't really want to dwell on that aspect too much except to say that for some reason, while super fucking drunk, it did.

I was a little lost for awhile at TequilaCon, not really knowing who to talk to...not because I had no one to talk to but because there were so many great people that I felt a bit overwhelmed.  Yes, the secret is out...even extroverts can often feel like hiding in the corner for five quiet minutes.  I went outside to "make out" a lot (our code for smoking) because most of the people I know really well smoke and it was sort of a mini haven at points.  Okay fine dammit, and I smoked too...yeah yeah, drunk smoking.

Not a lot of people know this but something happened at one point in the night that hurt my feelings...we'll just say that I overheard something that I wish I hadn't.  I wanted to walk away and just say "whatever" but I found myself running to the first person who I thought would be nice to me and somehow that person ended up being Shiny.  Don't get me wrong...it's not that I didn't think Shiny was the awesome right out of the gate but I guess I would have expected myself to run to someone else...they were all busy or outside "making out".  Not to imply that Shiny was sloppy seconds or anything ;).

The point is that the conversation I had with Shiny led to tears and as soon as that happened, he took my hand and led me down the flight of stairs faster than anything I've ever seen.  We then proceeded to talk about tons of stuff for over an hour, I'd guess...hell if I know, time just flew by.  In that hour I learned more about myself than I had all day...it was good to just sit in the moment and be quiet after a night of being a loud mouth crazy woman who checked her shyness at the departure gate at John Wayne Airport, Terminal A.  It was great to just breathe and say some things I'd needed to tell *someone* for such a long time. 

Why this story?  Well Shiny himself opened up about being a shy introverted person on his blog post tonight and I thought I'd talk a little about what it's like to be an outgoing extrovert.  Of course there are differences but I think when it all comes down to it, we're all just looking for a quiet room, a quiet mind and someone who gets us, even if it's just for that singular moment in time. 

Tomorrow I will talk about what it's like to find women that you click with when you were pretty convinced that you were the type of chick who didn't really "do" girls (that's what Karl said).  Then later in the week, I'll talk about meeting big named bloggers and what they're really like.  Everyone else is blowing the whistle on the embarrassing antics...but I'm getting to the creamy center, one post at a time.

If you want laughs, I suggest you read through my Google Reader Shared Items, which are pretty much all the crazy hijinks of bloggers...you can go from there directly to their pages and I really suggest it.  I cannot stop laughing and peeing and laughing and peeing.

Butterfly Kisses,
Me

Lovestoned

Just like almost everyone else who just returned from TequilaCon '08, I'll do a brief little synopsis then get into it more later on.  Now you may wonder why I am pussing out and doing a mini post and why they hell I did not blog all weekend.  Well, perhaps if you read my short list of things that I do know and/or remember, that will help!

▪ Signs made for me by Karl, Avi, Britt, Becky, Poppy and Dawg that said things like "Welcome Hilly" and "We love you Hilly".

▪ The aforementioned group being my crew this whole weekend, with the addition of Shiny, starting on Saturday.  We all PPH Shiny and his "morning after" video a lot!

▪ Elbowing Avi in the crotch.

▪ Speaking of Avi....learning that *I* had the power to skeeve him out!  Me!

▪ Going to bed at 5am Saturday night/Sunday morning.

▪ Drinking 4 shots of tequila and 10 margaritas at the actual event.  Friday night's booze was 4 lemon drops, 2 tequila shots and one blue crab thing. 

▪ Showing my boobs....a lot.

▪ Losing my voice...now completely.

▪ Being completely taken by surprise in a good way.

▪ Karl's "showing of the cock" on video (you may have all heard Jester's recordings and will probably see video chez Avi).

▪ Karl doing other unmentionable things...well, they're mentionable but they are his stories to tell.

▪ Hiking around Philly with Shiny looking for a metal box with wheels.

▪ Running (ish) to the top of the "Rocky Balboa" stairs at the museum.

▪ Meeting wonderful new people who took me by storm and immediately got knighted into the circle.  (sarcasm, but there actually IS a picture).

▪ Seeing old friends, adding in the new friends and sharing in a drunken magical evening that rocked the cock.

▪ Realizing that I really can be friends with women and am now missing and adoring them very much.

I'm sure there's more but as I mentioned...yeah, the last time I went to bed it was Sunday morning at 5am and I got maybe 4 hours of sleep if that.  I am running on fumes and want to check out blogs so more to come....I know they are starting a picture pool on Flickr if you want to check it out.

Carpet Shampooer Kisses,
Hilly

Pretty Soon This Will Be In The Past....

I have a friend who's really into having these existential conversations and although sometimes it can be interesting, it's generally not.  Like earlier this week when she said, "Wow...so much hoopla over an event that will be over faster than it occurs."  I'm still not quite sure how the hell that's possible but erm, I caught her drift.  That's the thing about life though....sometimes having things to look forward to for awhile is what makes everything so damned exciting.  I've never been capable of being matter-of-fact about big trips or events and I'm okay with that!

In case you haven't heard, it's TequilaCon weekend and by the time you read this, I will be on a plane zooming from one coast to another, hopefully lost in a book or sleeping.  My flight leaves at 6:45 AM, which means that I have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn in order to get to the airport on time.  I see a lot of Starbucks in my future.  I'm hoping that the day starts off with as much peace and tranquility that I've had over the last week.  Sure, there have been moments where people have pissed me off but the really important thing that I want to talk about is that I've not been pissed off at *myself*.

That's right...I let it all go.  I decided that belaboring things that were not going to change immediately was just making it harder for me to actually change them.  Something about not seeing the forest for the trees of some such bullshit.  When I went clothes shopping the other day, it wasn't just the usual episode of me thinking over and over again that I hated myself and my body and becoming pissy because nothing looked right.  I actually had a lot of success finding cute stuff and I wonder if half of that was my attitude allowing some goodness in.  Yesterday as I sat in the pedicure chair, I wasn't annoyed, which I usually am.  I have a hard time sitting still so pedicures, although they produce a wonderful resort, are torture for me normally.  But yesterday I was thankful to be there...grateful to have a port in the storm that was my busy day and super happy to be able to clear my mind.  I realized that when I used to get them all the time, I lost appreciation for them because it was more like a chore than a treat.  In those moments I realized the biggest revelation of all....

In the last year, due to stuff with my marriage and money, I've been knocked down quite a few pegs and humbled greatly.  It's not as if I'd been some snotty ass person before but well, everything seemed easy.  However, with humbleness comes a whole new appreciation for everything taken advantage of in the past.  I love seeing thing with new eyes.  I'm happy.  Wait, who said that? 

Oh right, it was this girl from TequilaCon 2007 (please see last year's collage-y picture so you'll know what sorts of hijinks to expect this year!):

So off I go to see some of the people who make me the happiest.  Off I go to be in a place where I feel safe and truly loved.  Off I go to let my guard down and just fucking be me.  I'll see you on the flip side where I am sure some lovely crazy stories will reside.  (Oooh, I am a poet!)  Holy fuckstick, I'm excited!!!   Let's see who I can get to lick me this year.....

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Tequila Kisses And Lemon Drop Hugs,
Me

Color Me Unoriginal And Stuff.....

I blatantly and unashamedly stole this post idea from Miss Anne Derstood.  I was tooling around the Internets, intent on making a more serious post before taking off tomorrow but eh....I will worry about that tonight.  For now....

It's Miss Anne Derstood's "Fill-In-The-Blanks-Why-Dontcha?" comment game:

1. Hilly is ______________.

2.  But I am _______________.

3.  Just once, I'd like to ________________.

4.  I wish I'd ______________ when I was younger.

5.  I regret that I once ______________.

6.  I love to _____________________.

7.  ________________ makes me really fucking mad.

8.  ______________ is Stoo-pid.

9.  As a special treat, I often like to ______________.

10.  You will never see a picture of me __________________.

All you do is fill in the blanks...see how simple it all is?  I will answer in comments as well but later...I don't want to taint anyones answers.  Hrm, I sure have used the phrase "taint your answers" a lot lately.  Must look into that.....

And now for a radio promo that Jester made for me....bwahaha, I only said that NSFW phrase ONE time!

Busy Bee Kisses,
Me

Sort Of Like Charlie Brown's Teacher.....

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Cherries Taste Better When Someone Else Plucks Them!

Since we're coming to the end of April and I didn't even meet half of the GBBMC quota that I wanted to, I thought I'd make today the day to talk about the one time I plucked a dude's cherry...or whatever they call it when you de-flower something with a penis.  While this story is only a little graphic, I still want to warn you that this is not the most PG post that ever lived on Snackie Street.  Right, I know that most of my posts aren't but this is a different kind of naughtiness so I thought you should be warned!

Let's get to the plucka-lucka-ding-dong now, shall we?

Picture it:  Modesto, California, somewhere in the late 90's.  For those of you not familiar with California's vast geographical map, Modesto is a small central California town where there is just not a lot to do.  At the time, I was still in nursing school and was a Certified Nurses Assistant at a retirement home.  Oh the joys.  It was there that I met Bobby.

"Bobby, I think I've got propane in my urethra."

Uh anyway, Bobby was fresh out of high school, a little bit geeky, a little bit naive and a whole lot of virgin.  He was my buddy at work even though he was a good 10 years younger than I.  We'd always hang out but there was always that flirty thing that I really pictured going nowhere cause he was only 18...gasp!  But as time moved forward, I'd spend my time charting in the dark rec room lying down with my head on his lap...picture Grey's Anatomy but so not even close to that cool.  He'd play with my hair and we'd talk but it never went further than that.

Oh and did I mention that his mom was my charge nurse?  Ahem.

One day, a bunch of people from work were helping me move into a new apartnemt and Bobby was one of them.  As a "thank you", I made sure that everyone was plied with lots of pizza and booze.  Because I knew Bobby's mom, I did not let him have shit to drink but yanno how it goes...somewhere somehow the kid got into the booze.  (I laugh that I am now calling him "the kid").  Once everyone was pretty lit and doing their own thing like playing cards or Sonic the Hedgehog, I went into my room with a few folks to smoke a bowl and chit chat.  Soon Bobby followed us in and the night progressed.

By the time everyone left and there was no way in hell I was going to drive Bobby anywhere, we just laid down on my bed to talk or whatever.  Keep in mind that I really had no idea anything was going to happen even at this pont.  Suddenly a conversation was brewing about crushes and  kissing and before I knew it, Bobby had clamped his mouth onto mine and was sweeping me away with the passion of his youth.  At that moment, I thought, "Fuck it...I'm taking a young boy's virginity tonight!".

I should have realized that those words would live to haunt me.

Here's how it went...hot and heavy kissing (mmm, yum), more hot and heavy petting (mmm, double yum, I've got a young stud into me), a little awkwardness at the nipple licking (hrmmm, well I can teach him) and then it happened.  He got on top of me, stuck his dick between in the fold between my thigh and actual vagina, moved up a down a bit, told me how good it felt to be inside of me, and just as I started to tell him that he was fucking my leg, he came.  Then he fell to the side of me and immediately started snoring.

And that's what it's like to take a young man's special little gift. 

If you think this story ended abruptly, then imagine what it was like that night.  I left feeling exactly like this.

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Know When To Walk Away And When To Run....

I'm not quite sure when it started but I'm guessing it was always there, even from birth.  Like most things, however, it wasn't really recognizable until I had matured and started seeing the pattern.  At first I wasn't sure and I wanted to keep record of all occurrences just so that I could make a bold statement using the word "never", which is a huge rarity for me.  So for years, I kept trying and trying yet I'd get the same results every time.  I think by about age 30 is when I realized that it was my "thing", if you will.  What the hell am I talking about?

I. never. win. anything.

Those of you who think this post is fueled by the recent announcement of Dave's Blogiversary winners would be right however....let me fully explain.  This isn't about me whining that I didn't win because let's face it, that is soooo not my style.  I can buy things from the Artificial Duck Store when it opens AND I already know when he is coming to visit my neck of the woods so yeah, I am all good there.  However, when I diligently emailed him every day, making sure to cross my t's and dot my i's, part of me laughed inside because I knew that there was no way in hell that I was going to win a damned thing.  This is not a complaint; it's simply a fact.  When it comes to raffles, contests, drawings and anything similar to that...I have never once been the winner.  And I really do mean "never".

However, let's look at the flip side of this coin, shall we?  Every time I go to Vegas and play the slots, I do win.  As a matter of fact, it's been said that I am the opposite of a "cooler".  One reason for this is that the last time we stayed at the MGM Grand, I would follow pretty much the same pattern every day.....wake up, get dressed, go down the elevators and cut through the progressive slot room to get to the Starbucks inside the casino.  I shit you negative, every morning when I walked by the machines, someone would win a huge payout.  Also, it's not like I was waking up at the same time every day either....I was a little good luck charm, I was!  But anyway, so yeah....I always always always win at least $1000 when playing slots.

So what in the hell is the universe trying to tell me here?  I mean, talk about mixed messages....how can a woman like me win at slots every time yet never ever ever get her name picked out of a fucking hat?  It baffles the mind.

Four Days Til Philly Kisses,
Me

The Radio Show That Is Definitely NSFW!

As usual, put Jester and Hilly on the same radio show, add sugar and spice, stir violently, and you end up with a totally NSFW mess!  And by "mess" I mean "dirty fun".  I don't know how we went from innocently planning a NorCal gathering to horses to underpants to blow jobs and back to baby powder.  Of course when Turnbaby (the horse whisperer) and Shiny (Mr. Thrid Person) called in, it all went to hell in a double-wide hand basket.   I really have to warn you that when someone like *me* says NSFW, you really need to hide the kids before listening!

Here are the links to some of the things mentioned in the show: 

• the gargantu-cock (picture number one)
• othurme's "Happy Meal" post

If I missed a link, let me know!

Bad Boys And Good Girls Kisses,
Me

Snackie Sunday: Let's Call The Whole Thing Off...

It's no secret that I'm a renegade crusader against people spelling things incorrectly just to be cute.  Even though some of my best friends do it, people using hawt instead of hot, eym instead of I'm, or kewl instead of cool bugs the ever-loving shit out of me.  Someone once told me that I needed to calm the fuck down because it was just another way of *pronouncing* something.  I wanted to correct them by saying that NO, it is just another way of *spelling* something (and incorrectly too) but I let it slide.  That got me thinking though...there are so many words out there that really do have dual pronunciation and I have no idea how many of you say them!

Of course that means it's time for....

THE DUAL PRONUNCIATION GAME!
HOW DO *YOU* PRONOUNCE THE FOLLOWING WORDS?

POINSETTIA: point-set-ee-uh or point-set-uh
EITHER:  ee-ther or aye-ther
PAPRIKA: pap-ri-kuh or puh-pree-kuh
ROUTE: root or rout
GALA: gey-luh or gal-uh
CONSORTIUM: consor-shee-um or consor-tee-um
VASE: vayse or vahz
MISCHIEVOUS: mis-che-vus or mis-chee-vee-ous
KILOMETER: kil-uh-meter or ki-lom-i-ter
PATRONIZE: pay-tronize or pah-tronize
COMFORTABLE: comf-terble or com-fer-ta-ble
ASSOCIATE: ass-o-see-ate or ass-o-shee-ate
ORANGE: awr-nj or ornj
CARAMEL: care-a-mel or car-mel or kahr-uh-mel or kahr-mul
BONUS SPELLING QUESTION:  CATSUP OR KETCHUP?

When you answer, feel free to write out your phonetics however you want to!  Also, for those of you who want to hear the difference in pronunciations rather than read my shit dick phonetics, I've included an audio file (which also includes MY answers!):

Free Variation Kisses,
Me

Where Jester Tries To Get Me On The Adults Only Circuit!

If you have ever listened to Jester's radio show, you know that I might have mayyyyybe been responsible for getting an "Adults Only" rating attached to his show.  Hey, yanno I feel bad and all that but those are just the risks you have to be willing to take when you invite me to talk about anything I want.  Ahem.  However, I feel that I may be screwed sans lube this Sunday when Jester goes a little "tit for tat" on my ass when he is my special guest STAR on Snackie Radio.  I've really not planned anything specific other than to expect a guest from the fat cats at Blog Talk Radio as they tell me I'm banned or what have you.  Trust me, if there is one show you don't want to miss, it's this one!  I hope you will join us this Sunday at 3PST/6EST!  You can go here to set yourself a little reminder.

(CLICK THE PIC TO GO TO MY RADIO SHOW HOMEPAGE)

And on a totally random note...if anyone actually cares that I have not commented on blogs for the last two days, I promise to catch up Saturday!  I was a day behind anyway then came the Day of Silence and I was double behind!

Cocksicle Kisses,
Me

Closing My Mouth To Combat Hatred....

Shhhhhhhhhhh....

This Friday there will be no blog post, no open comments on this post and no Twittering either.  I am joining the Day of Silence.

Ummm Yeah....Way To Dream Big, Hil

Two years ago, I was waking up at 6:00 every morning, rushing to get ready and to work within an hour and a half, working until 6:00 at night, coming home, logging on to emails and working some more.  Work was making me a total stress case what with the understaffed department I was in and the inability for our HR Director to get me the help I needed.  I woke up with a sick stomach every morning, downed various cocktails of aspirin for my head and vicodin for my arm just to get through each day.  I had to commute 30 minutes each day, had to get gas all of the time, spent way too much money on work clothes and really wondered what the hell I was doing with myself.

This morning, I woke up with the sunshine...I don't set my alarm these days.  I sauntered down to the coffee pot, did my morning stretch and abs video workouts, decided to hop in the shower around 7:30ish.  I then threw on some jeans, a t-shirt and some tennis, decided not to do my hair and threw it up in a ponytail.  Then I sat down to my computer for a bit before driving all of 2.6 miles to my office.  Currently my boss is at his normal two hour lunch and by the time he gets back, I'll do a little somethin-somethin then go home around 3:00ish.

It's so odd but I finally found that whole work/life balance that people often talk about having.  While I was spending so much time going from job to job as a contractor, trying to find my niche, I gave up on finding that perfect fit.  After the last job fiasco with the crazies who wanted to police my every move, I was pretty much thinking that ANYTHING would be better.  Foo had always told me that I needed a job with lots of flexibility and not a lot of stress.  I always agreed with her but was like, "yeah, when pigs fly".

Pigs have flown, bitches!  This is the only time I will talk about my job so listen up, m'kay?  Besides the fact that I come in and work about 6 hours a day on a full time salary, get to wear jeans every day, get to play online as much as I want and all of that other stuff, I have a great boss.  He's totally flexible, easy-going, communicative and has a really great attitude about family.  Seriously, he called of a business trip because his son was going to be in a school play...now how cool is that?  It's just he and I in the office most days so we just shout back and forth between offices...let's just say that we are damned informal.  I love the fact that now work is just a part of my day and when it's done, I don't think about it until I am there the next day...not even in the morning really.   

Other than a real dream job, this is my dream job.  Haha, does that make sense?  Like my DREAM job would be curating a museum in France, owning a restaurant somewhere in Italy or being one of those people who picks out music for movies and TV shows...something like that anyway.  Oooh, if I was super talented I'd love to be a Broadway star too!  But as far as my realistic short-term goals go?  I found my fit!

Hey so, what is your dream job and and what type of a job do you have now....and uh, how do they compare?  Heh.

Happy Secretary's Day Kisses,
Me

Get Off The Cross, We Need The Wood.....

Something about yesterday's post left me feeling empowered.  Some comments that were made helped me open my eyes and view things in a completely different way, which I desperately needed to do.  It's hard when you finally wake up and notice how you've become someone else than you were yesterday.  Life, or at least mine, is constantly evolving and changing therefore shaping a lot of who I am here on this blog.  While the core of me hardly changes, sometimes it does and that's when I am making a change for the better and muddling my way through it.  When that happens...the muddling, I mean...I am more imperfect than usual and although the things I do or write may be what some would call "out of character", they are still every fiber of me just being me.

I hate to say "love me or leave me" because there's a part of me that doesn't mean that really.  But in the end, people who fall by the wayside because you've changed?  Well, it's sad that they could not change and grow with you, but what are you going to do?  Over the last three years, I've had blog friends drop like flies and it continues to happen today (although now I also get Twitter-dumped so I notice it more quickly).  When my blog tends to take another turn in yet another direction, some people drop off....oddly enough, those are usually the ones who profess to love you one day then simply stop commenting the next.  However, I figure that is just the way the cookie crumbles.  Sometimes people come and go without even blinking twice, some people stay for months on end then just take a flight out of Hillywood without so much as a goodbye, and others....well those are the ones I call my friends. 

Which brings me to an interesting question....can someone still be your friend or "blog friend" if they never comment on your blog?  I think the answer to that is yes, most definitely.  Just like anything else, it depends on how strong that bond was anyway.  But I'm not delusional....I know that if I stopped blogging today, I'd lose about 50% of my "friends" instantly.  I'm not being a martyr princess here at all...it's just a reality in this busy world that sometimes the easiest way to keep up with people is by blogging.  But back to my question...I have another!  Do you think that people can still call each other "friend" if they stop commenting on each others blogs and also stop communicating in almost every way?  Let's say nothing happens, no falling out, nothing "bad" per se....maybe life just made those people drift apart?

In any case, I guess I've just been thinking about all of my "fallen soldiers"...the people who once were here no matter what yet now don't love me so much.  I realize that when I started out blogging, I was strictly a weight loss blogger and I probably lost a lot of those people just because I don't talk about that stuff anymore.  I'd really rather not talk about it then be this big Fraudy McFattybones anyway.  Being myself is key here...absolutely key.  Losing people because I am myself is much better than losing them because I'm not.

Which brings me to another thought I had swirling around about this whole thing....being yourself goes hand in hand with not finding your self-worth in what someone else thinks about you.  We're often too quick to announce that we're not going somewhere or quitting blogging because so-and-so doesn't like us or we just aren't "popular" enough.  As Delores O'Riordan would say, "What's in your head?".  Do you want to me a high maintenance friend or a low maintenance one?  What I mean by that is....do you want to constantly pressure others for their feelings about you in order to seek some form of validation?  No matter what I say or do regarding my insecurities, there is no one out there who has the power to make me hate myself...that's all on me.  In the end, we just have to be ourselves and that will attract the people that we are *meant* to be around.  I don't know...maybe my opinion on this is for the birds, but it sure feels good to feel strong and in my right mind today.

Zombie Kisses,
Me

This Is One Doodle That Can't Be Undid, Homeskillet....

I was looking over the front page of my blog this morning when I suddenly realized that I haven't written anything real in over a week.  Now then, when I say "real" I mean that ooey gooey messy stuff that comes from deep down in the bottom of my soul, whether it be beautiful or ugly.  Sometimes I just arrive at this place where I don't feel like sharing what's inside of me and go into my mode that some family members call "The Showman".  Yanno, I start tapping and singing and having fun while keeping my stuff to myself?  Yeah, that's been me recently.  I don't want you to confuse what I mean though...it's not like I am keeping things bottled up inside or anything like that.  I've just not been writing about them here mostly because they feel so redundant.

How many times and in how many ways can I belabor the issue of how I feel about going to a convention where I will see old friends and meet new bloggers all at the same time?  Maybe just this once?  I grow tired of the raging dichotomy inside of me and yet part of me is glad that this time there IS a duality of emotion.  I struggle daily with the whole fact that I am ten pounds fatter than last year (unless I lose 8 more pounds in two weeks).  While that may seem like no big deal to anyone reading this and/or may have my friends shaking their heads at how stupid I am being, let me remind you that it's not about you as much as it is about me.  It's this warped perception that I have that once the party is over, people will be whispering things about just how fat I really am.  Quite the ego, yes?  It comes down to how I feel about myself which is why I've been trying so hard to get some off before I get there, even though I won't be skinny.  It's about the way a person feels when they are in that groove and doing something positive for themselves that can make all the difference in confidence and attitude. 

So anyway, yes...there is that side of me that is always worried about how I look and what people will think.  Luckily, for some odd reason, there is another side of me that likes to bitch slap the other side.  Sometimes I think, "Well who the fuck cares that I am chubbalubba-ding dong anyway?  Seriously, Hilary...they are your friends and don't care about that kind of stuff.  They like you for who you are INSIDE".  That part of me has bought a couple of cute new shirts and wants to get a haircut and mani/pedi before seeing everyone just because she is still cute and deserves to feel good about herself.  That's the part of me that keeps on swimming but never quite reaches the shore.  Why?  Because halfway across the river, the insecure side of my drowns the other half and I have to start all over again.  Well hell, at least I'm willing to try, right?

I'm totally focusing on how much fun I am going to have and just how many people I get to finally meet and/or see again.  If I keep remembering that I am not the center of the blog world's rotation, I think I will be just fine.  Either that or I'll just remain drunk the whole time!

The Last Midnight Kisses,
Me

Snackie Sunday: The Future Of Your World

Last Sunday when I asked all about the Superhero within you, I was tempted to say that I'd love my superpower to be immortality.  Let's face it...being indestructible is somewhat of a seductive prospect.  Besides, you'd pretty much have forever and ever to get your shit together, right?  Either way you look at it, today's question is perfect because not only is it a follow up to last week's Snackie Sunday but also it completely coincides with the guest that I am going to have on Snackie Radio today!

Of course that means it's time for....

WOULD YOU EVER WANT TO BE IMMORTAL?

Of course, being immortal may mean something different to everyone.  If we're going to get into religious semantics, sure...I believe that my soul is going to heaven for eternity where it will be immortalized.  However, what I'm really getting at here is having an immortal corporeal form such as that of Captain Jack Harkness or John Amsterdam.   Or how about limited immorality like in the Highlander?  You could almost go so far as to ask yourself if you'd want to be immortal in vampire form.  Also what about in the case where your soul moves from body to body as it does with Doctor Who?  Perhaps you comic book geekers can come up with more examples but let's just say that I am not being too choosy here.

My religious beliefs make me want to take a pass on immortality.  HOWEVER if I am issuing my own caveat that states Armageddon will not take place while I am stuck in a mortal body then okay, I think I would like to be immortal as long as it included humanity and an end-game.  Several fictional characters who are immortal have a way to get out of it if they can only find it!  I'd never ever want to be a vampire though and definitely not some creepy zombie.  However, my luck is that I'd spend an eternity on a diet and that shit does not sound fun at all.  ;)

Cybermen Kisses,
Me

Snackie Radio: Two Weeks In A Row?

Although I've officially been rocking the flu from hell for a couple of days now, the show must and WILL go on!  I have to warn you all that even though I'll be there, I will definitely be doped up on all kinds of fun little cold medications so listen at your own risk!  Truth be told, this is probably the MOST prepared I've ever been for a radio show because this week's guest star send me tons of information about herself that I can work with.  So please turn on and tune into Snackie Radio this Sunday when we'll talk about everything from death to vampires to cemeteries to swingers and finally, rock-n-roll!  I'm sure lots of other stuff will be peppered in but that's just a taste, cause I'm cool like that.

Here's all the information you will need.....

SPECIAL GUEST STAR: WINTER FROM "LIFE OR SOMETHING LIKE (B)IT" 
SUNDAY APRIL 20TH AT 3PM PACIFIC/6PM EASTERN
CLICK HERE TO GET A REMINDER FOR THE SHOW!

As usual, I am opening up the airwaves for YOU!  Wouldn't you like to be a guest on Snackie Radio?  Then sign up!  As I say each week, if you are unsure what the show is really like, you can click on the Blog Talk Radio player in my sidebar (a new show pops up every Sunday night).  Until then, here are my upcoming guests and open slots...I'm hoping that TequilaCon brings me lots of new suckers friends who are willing to be on my show as well!

 
APRIL 27TH - JESTER FROM JESTERTUNES.COM AND JESTERTUNES RADIO!
MAY 4TH - NO SHOW DUE TO TEQUILACON!
MAY 11TH - METALMOM FROM "I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT"
MAY 18TH - TRACY LYNN FROM "KAPLY, INC."
MAY 25TH -
JUNE 1ST-
JUNE 8TH -
JUNE 15TH -
EXTENDED DATES - HAVE A DAY YOU SPECIFICALLY WANT?  LET ME KNOW!

Winterheart Kisses,
Me

Champagne Never Tasted So Fucking Good....

Oh Lord....I think I may be coming down with something!  I've been prattling on and on all week about how sucky my allergies are and uh, all of the sudden it hurts to breathe and swallow.  Thank God tomorrow is Friday so I only have to sludge through work for one more day. 

Enough of that....I hate blogging about feeling sick over and over again.  How droll.  But what I do love is when one of these little Internet ditties actually strikes me as interesting.  I mean, how PERFECT of a slogan did I get?  I almost want to make that the subtitle of every networking site that I am on (uh which amounts to all of Twitter, haha).  I know I'm totally phoning it in today but I promise you, I am working on an awesome post (in my mind).  I too have thoughts on "the rules of Twitter", getting "Twitter-dumped" or blog dumped and why in the hell it seems so important to us to know that you are out there reading (aka commenting).  There are some great reference posts for me to scoop up and I've just been waiting to feel like throwing it all together.

Until then...let's play a game!  How about you take the little quizzie below and tell me WHAT YOUR SLOGAN IS!  Also, if you feel like it, make up your own slogan as well.   MY self-made slogan would be: Hilly. Chicken Soup for the Foul Mouth's Soul.

Your Slogan Should Be

Hilly. Champagne for the Brain.

The Slogan Generator

Pretty Please Kisses,
Me

Lord, I Was Born A Rambling Woman....

Tonight I am going to be Jester's guest on Jestertunes Radio.  The whole big shebang starts at 7pm Pacific/10pm Eastern.  I realize that it may be late for some of you East Coast folks to tune in the the craziness that will ensue, yet I hope you can definitely make it!  If the show last week (where his guest was Dave) is any indication, then I am probably in a shit load of trouble and should hide my secrets now!  Anyway, it will be nice to sit down and laugh for two hours tonight, that's for damned sure!

I am having one of those weeks where it seems like everything under the sun is scheduled.  The cat going to the vet, getting an eye examination, getting my teeth cleaned, getting a swank new haircut, going to the Orange County Sheriff's Department so that I can have them serve a subpoena to our former landlord.  Nothing like a glass of fresh squeezed subpoena with my morning bagel!

It really chaps my chooch that we've actually had to resort to taking our former landlord to small claims court.  It's been four months now since we moved out and we made every effort possible to resolve this matter with him in a civilized manner.  The problem isn't that he is disputing how much we get back and even if he was, it's too late because he forfeited that right by not returning anything to us within the 21-day grace period.  The problem apparently is that "things are tight".  And did I hear this from him?  No, I heard it from Cunty McWhoreface, the Demon Realtor of Irvine when I called her on another matter last month.  This is a man who owns five condos and drives around in a Lotus for crap's sake.  It's not that I doubt that he could be stretched a little thin but I am sure he has the fucking money somewhere to give us back our deposit (the whole thing too, thanks to CA Real Estate Law). 

Which leads me to one of my latest pet peeves....people doing things or NOT doing things just because they think that they can get away with them.  Just because you're somehow immune to ridicule or consequence doesn't mean that you should act like a terrible human being.  I come across this a lot when I am out and about....women drowned in diamonds and plastic surgery scars talking to a grocery store cashier as if she is the lowliest and stupidest person on the planet, businessmen who talk to their assistants sweet as honey then hang up the phone and call her a stupid fat cow to their colleagues, or just something as simple as a man shouting obscenities to another driver in front of a school while kids are present.  I see it on the Wide Wide World of Web a LOT of the time.  You hear people saying things like, "well it's MY blog and I will talk about whatever I want to here!"  It's like the Freedom of Blog act suddenly states that it's okay to be a total assjacket to others because hey, it's your space.

Anyway, sorry for the rambling....I usually don't write my posts first thing in the morning and after today, I think we all know why!

Jester Kisses,
Me

Tempation Tuesday!

I just realized that with all of the radio shows I've been doing lately, my cat's definitely come out of the bag, so to speak.  That's right, my friends...I've pretty much outed myself with regard to my celebrity crush(es).  I had hoped beyond hope to never talk about such things in the realm of the People's Republic of Blogistan because I don't want to become known as having love for one really fucking hot person over all the rest.  Unfortunately, it's totally true...le sigh.

It's time that you know who my main man is...my celebrity squeeze. if you will.  It's none other than the amusing, talented, sweet and "oh so easy on the eyes" Ryan Reynolds.  I've loved him since way before it was even cool to love him....think back to those dudes, that chick and the pizza place.  It's the fact that he's both extremely funny and extremely hot that makes me swoon.

I think that in the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you who I'd go totally gay for.  I mean, let's get real, it wouldn't take that much.  She's the quintessential "hotness" as far as I am concerned.  She can be cutesy cute. she can be beautiful, but when I see her, I always think of that bad-assed slayer with a dark side.  Oh yes, I'd turn lesbo for Eliza Dushku without hesitation!

So then...ahem, tit for tat and all that!  Why don't you step up to the plate?

Tell me who YOUR celebrity crushes are, man AND woman!

Don't be shy...we don't judge here.  I'm a lovah, not a fighter.  Mmmmm, lovers.

Hot To Trot Kisses,
Me

Blogger Of The Month: April's Fool!

Sometimes people disappear off the face of the PRB never to return again.  However, others take a month or two off then suddenly come back bigger, badder and crazier than ever!  Make no mistake people, this person's BLOG is what earned him April's Blogger of the Month award, not the fact that we're like...butt buddies and stuff.

As I've said before, there are no prerequisites for what makes someone my Blogger of the Month. One month it could be about how well a person waxes prosaic while another it could simply be that their layout did not bug the shit out of me.  This month I picked a person who is pimping the shit out of a new blog design and who has pushed the blogging envelope so far that I don't know how anyone else can compete!

Snackie Sunday: How About The Power To Move You?

It's a well known fact that I'm a total whore for Superman.  As far as superheroes go, he's my guy.  Needless to say, I've seen all the movies over and over again (yes, even that piece of crap Superman Returns with Brandon Routh).  I've watched all the old episodes of the Adventures of Superman series staring Goerge Reeves.   I'm a true lover of all things Smallville and think that Tom Welling is the sexiest Clark Kent to date.  I even watched the SuperFriends cartoons as a little girl and loved it when Superman and Wonder Woman were the main focus.  And before you die-hards get on my ass, no...I've never read a comic book in my life.  I probably never will either unless someone knows a way to tempt me into reading one.  Still, that doesn't mean that I'm disallowed to love me some Superman!

Of course that means it's time for....

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE SUPERHERO?
AND
IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPERPOWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE AND WHY?*

Okay duh, we know who my favorite man with the plan is but as far as powers go?  Hrmmmm, I am tempted to say invisibility but Lord knows I'd just use that to spy on people and would probably get hurt by what I hear anyway so nay on that one.  Telekinesis seems like a migraine waiting to happen, so thanks but no thanks.  The power of flight scares the shit even though I do think it would be awesome to fly around the world and into outer space (that's levitation, holmes).  So right now I'm leaning towards shape shifting cause seriously, who needs to worry about being chubbalubba when you can just shift that sexy shape?

By the way, next Sunday....we're talking about immortality so those of you who choose that will get a chance to weigh in on that debate as well!

Wonderboy Kisses,
Me

* If you have no idea what superpowers are available, you can find some reference here and here.

This Is How I Remind Me Of What I Really Am...

I wish I had a very different life than the one I have now.  Don't worry, I would take you with me to the end of everything. 

I don't want to leave you...I want to leave me.

I don't want to hate myself for being imperfect anymore.
I don't want to sit here and cry because I feel so unloved.
I don't want to be hollow and alone.

I do want to shine as brightly as I know I can.
I do want to love with every breath in my soul.
I do want to be fulfilled and important to someone.

So how do I go about that?  Do I make grand sweeping changes, thusly revealing a new me who instantly loves herself every day?  I don't think so.  Right now it seems like the more I do the "one day at a time" thing to the best of capability, the better I feel as time progresses.  Seriously, the best that I can do to stop hating my body is work out every day and eat right, yeah?  So nothing is going to magically make that self-loathing go away...it's a day by day effort that will eventually bring the results I need, both inside and out.

The problem is that you can't deal with a lot of inner turmoil type stuff the same way.  Sure, you act like an adult by going to work every day and making sure that your financial house in in order.  You also try to be a good person by not succumbing to hatred and gossip.  If you are really lucky, you touch one or more people without even knowing it and your life has even more meaning just because of that.

You sing, you dance, you talk, you laugh and you just try to make it through until one day, you realize that you're either not heard as much as you should be, not loved the way you want to be or not as important as you think you are.  You're a blip on someone's busy schedule, a missed call or an email that gets lost in the shuffle because they have so many.  You start to agonize and agonize until you realize that you've become way too dependent on someone else's version of your own self-worth.  This is the person that you are supposed to be MOST important to and yet, you're just not anymore.

That's sort of where I am right now...stripped raw for the whole blogosphere to see.  This post was going to go in a different direction that was more angry and a helluva lot more cryptic.  But what I realized is that while I am hurt and angry at someone, this is more about me and what I allow into my own life.   Besides, one change I am trying to make is remembering that this is MY blog and I should not be held down by who might say what to whom...fuck that shit.

But back to me...Is it so much to want to shine light a twinkly little star?  I don't mean that in the "needy ego whore" kind of way at all...more like, I just need to make changes and shine.  My heart needs a trip to the dry cleaner, I guess.  I just want to see something in myself that others seem to see.  I just want...eh, forget it.  I promise to bring Fun Hilly back tomorrow.

Twinkle Twinkle Kisses.
Me

Let's Take One More Rocket To The Moon....

I often wonder why it is so hard for people to say "I love you" to one another.  It's not as if those words only come in one size or color.  It's not always the type of love that's about endless passion, marriage and dirty diapers, commitment of two hearts, or anything else that might scare the shit out of people.  The flavors of love are intense and as varied as the heavenly freezer cases at Baskin Robbins.  Like water, love can be shallow or it can be deep.  The beauty of it is that once you allow yourself to say to someone, "You know what?  I love you.", you feel free and just a little bit happier to be alive.

Yet still, love is one funny animal.  Something that always seems to "cock-block" love is fear and I'm still confused about whether or not true love can even conquer that fear.  I mean, *I* think it can but I'm an optimist who probably should apply my rampant cynicism to love just like I do to the rest of my emotional panel but I just can't.  I know some people that have a right to be scared of love in all forms...I've heard their stories and played their records.  But the thing is...love is the most amazing emotion in the universe and to pass on it is a true shame.

I've just been emotionally overwhelmed this last week and have been thinking about how much love I have for people.  When I was thinking about how I could possibly describe it all, I realized that I can't.  I realized that it would be easy to tell some people exactly why I love them and how much they mean to me.  But then, for just an instant, I was gripped by fear at how others would react to the honesty that just spews from within.  It's amazing how much you can learn about someone else in the split second that you realize you may not be so different from them after all.

Love can make your heart hurt with joy but it can also make your heart hurt with confusion and fear.  In either case, I'm just glad that my heart hurts tonight....it means I'm human and fallible after all.

Glycerine Kisses,
Me

TypePad and WordPress Sitting In A Tree (While MT and Blogger Watch)!

I believe that some of you thought that I'd completely lost my fucking mind when I cried "peace".  Maybe you assumed that this mistress of tranquility and zen would take over Snackie's World and then we'd all be bored to tears.  Nay nay, my good friends....have no fear, Snarkarella DeVille is back and ready to wage war on dumb things.  Please won't you be my neighbor?

I hate to bite the hand that feeds me but let's talk TypePad.  I've been using TypePad as my blog program for almost three years now and have to say that I've always been satisfied with them.  They generally have wonderful customer service who get back to you and make every effort to help you out when something goes wrong.  Also, TypePad has a great ease of use.  I recommend it to everyone starting out with blogging for the first time...sure Blogger is free but I've seen that mess of an interface and no thank you.  In the last year, however, TypePad has made some huge changes to our interface and uh, while they sorta rock, they've never fucking told us about them.  They add these little functions but never make an announcement to their users so suddenly we're wondering what happened to our fucking blogs (like when they started separating comments into pages).  Also, there's the thing where their OWN widgets are the reason blogs don't remember your personal information.  The most recent thing is that apparently people in TypePad Beta (for the new roll out) cannot guest post for those of us with regular TypePad without there being a huge fuck-all mess.  The two guest posts that Karl made on Sunday?  Yeah can't even get rid of the glitch one cause he's in Beta and it's somehow lost in the ether.  Do you think TypePad could have announced that there would be a problem with guest posting if a person is in Beta?  Listen, for $14.95 a month, the least they can do is send out emails regarding such matters.  But no, they just add new features that automatically link up to our blogs with no word that they are doing so then kindly tell us we are fucked when these things happen.  No one has solved my problem from Sunday and they probably never will.  I'm a bit gutted right now!

I figure that each blog platform has its good points and its bad...the things we love and the things that drive us up a fucking wall, right?

So what I'd love to know is:

• What YOU think about YOUR blogging platform?
• What is your favorite thing about it and what drives you bee-nanas? 
• If you were to switch, which program would you use instead?  None of  this "I would never switch" stuff....let's pretend I have a gun to your head!
  
• Which blogs do you like visiting best?  Like does Blogger's CAPTCHA make you want to strangle yourself? (Cause it makes me feel like a dumb ass who can't see for shit!)  Does that CommentLuv glitch make you want to throw cake at people?
• While I'm at it, what's more important to you and your blogging needs....a good design or the content? 

I guess what I am asking is "woo woo woo...how do you like it, how do you like it?".

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do Kisses,
Me

Virgins Always Get Backstage, No Matter What They've Got To Say....

This is a post meant for the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign 2008, and is meant to generate donations for RAINN -The Rape Abuse and Incest National Network. You can visit the page for all the information you need about RAINN and the campaign. More links are available at the end of the post. This is my story of how I lost my virginity and don't worry, it IS safe for work.

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The day I lost my virginity is just a chapter in a love story, but a very unexpected love story that ended as quickly as it began.  Like a lot of "good girls" gone bad, I waited and waited to lose my virginity for many reasons.  Even back then, I was a romantic who thought that I should wait until I was in love or at least until I felt it was the right guy.  I was scared to lose something of myself and held on to that virginity like a wad of hot cash.  Truth be told, I don't know what I was scared of...maybe it was just something tangible to hold on to.  Then again, maybe I'd read too many Judy Blume novels and was afraid that the pain of the supposed cherry popping action would be too much to take.  I mean hell....I was much more of a wuss back then.

Towards the end of my 17th year, I'd practically boxed up my virginity in a pretty box with glittery paper and sparkly ribbons.  I sat it on a shelf until I could give it to the person that I just knew deserved it.  His name was Rob.  You have to understand that my High School summers were spent far away at a summer camp in The Poconos.  Sufficed to say that I fell in love with a boy that lived far far away in a land called New Jersey.  A few months into my junior year of High School, Rob and I were in long distance puppy love.  Hrm, I guess I never did like my romance to be nice and easy.  Anyway, after months of planning my trip to see him and spend the holidays with him and his father, the time finally arrived.  We'd talked for months about our love, our soul mate status and of course, the inevitable de-flowering of Hilary (that's me).  Now I have to be honest when I tell you that even though I was a virgin, I was not innocent.  Rob and I had plenty of teenage phone sex back in the day so I am pretty sure that I had him hot and bothered.

Returning To Blog Life, Peace by Peace....

When I quickly slapped a peace sign up on Saturday, I had no intention of it becoming the SnackiePeace Movement.  However, thanks mostly to Dave, the movement was born and it has been a delightful treat to see people across the blogosphere pimping their awesome peace signs.  If you missed the post on Saturday and/or have no idea what I'm talking about, go here.  I'll wait....

So, here's the thing.... that peace sign, that post, and the thoughts that flow just below the surface of it all are not about one person or one situation.  It's more my way of saying that we all need to calm the fuck down for a moment and embrace the good things in life.  Being angry at the world or at people that probably deserve it?  Well, that's easy.  However, it takes a real strength of character to walk away and refuse to play people's games.  The reality of a situation like that is that you will never win....not for yourself, anyway.  We're so conditioned to NOT put our fingers in our ears and sing "la-la-la-la" that we forget that sometimes it is actually okay to do so! 

We've all been around and we've all seen things that we wish we hadn't.  Whether it be highly unnecessary blog drama, personal drama, relationship drama or anything else that is downright hateful and hurtful, it's always hard to give peace a chance.  My problem is that I've got a superhero complex and turn into Captain Save-A-Friend more often than not.  I used to be able to justify my behavior regarding getting involved in dramatic situations because "I was doing it for a good cause".  It's funny to look back at the lies I've told myself so that I would feel like a better person all around.  It's a challenge to step back, throw your peace sign in the air, and stop defending people who either need to defend themselves or just walk away as well.

Snackie Sunday: Spring Is Blossoming All Over

QUICK NOTE FROM HILLY: THIS IS THE CORRECT SNACKIE SUNDAY POST.  THE ONE BEFORE THIS HIT A MAJOR TYPEPAD GLITCH AND IS WAITING FOR THE TYPEPAD TEAM TO CORRECT IT!  SO YEAH, COMMENT HERE AND IGNORE THE OTHER!

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Hello everyone out there in Snackieville. 'Tis I, the man of many talents, the poet, the scholar, the perverted, Karl Erikson from Secondhand Tryptophan (now new and improved!).

Hilly asked me if I'd do Snackie Sunday for her, since she's busy watching a Spike marathon from Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she's slathered in whipped cream. Photos to come later.

I thought I'd ask something about sex, since the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign has kicked in. You know about this, right? It's all for Rape and Incest National Network (RAINN). You can read my latest sex post at 2HT.

For now, though...

I was a total nerd in high school. Never even went on a date until after I graduated at 17. It wasn't until I was 18 that I lost my virginity. I'll be writing more on that as the month goes on.

But I was wondering...
HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY?

I'm not asking you to describe it or anything, though you're free to do so by e-mailing me. But seriously, e-mail me. And if you want to write about your own experiences, you can join the GBBMC up until the 15th. Links below.

DONATE TO RAINN HERE. When you donate, please make sure you reference “GBBMC2008,” and include Hilary's name and blog name (Snackie's World).

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Snackie Sunday - Spring is Blossoming All Over

Hello everyone out there in Snackieville. 'Tis I, the man of many talents, the poet, the scholar, the perverted, Karl Erikson from SecondHand Tryptophan. (Now new and improved!)

Hilly asked me if I'd do Snackie Sunday for her, since she's busy watching a Spike marathon from Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she's slathered in whipped cream. Photos to come later.

I thought I'd ask something about sex, since the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign has kicked in. You know about this, right? It's all for Rape and Incest National Network (RAINN). You can read my latest sex post at 2HT.

For now, though...



I was a total nerd in high school. Never even went on a date until after I graduated at 17. It wasn't until I was 18 that I lost my virginity. I'll be writing more on that as the month goes on.

But I was wondering...How old were you when you lost your virginity?

I'm not asking you to describe it or anything, though you're free to do so by e-mailing me. But seriously, e-mail me. And if you want to write about your own experiences, you can join the GBBMC up until the 15th. Links below.

DONATE TO RAINN HERE. When you donate, please make sure you reference “GBBMC2008,” and include Hilary's name and blog name (Snackie's World).

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All I Am Saying Is......

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Missing You Kisses,
Me