https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladychardonnay/hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladychardonnay/695205I am fortunate to actually remember my dreams and dream in technicolor. But since I was a small child I travel back to the same locations but never do the same things in the dreams. Like last night. Last night I awoke (in my dream of course) in the mountain cabin with the "hooing" owl outside of...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladychardonnay/694933Swimmer's Ear and Poison Oak..the latest diagnosis for my little diva...the professional patient. It is a good thing that I have really really good insurance beause if she ever stopped craving ridiculous attention or needed 3:00 am jaunts to the emergency rooms I don't know what I would do. And...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladychardonnay/694855Even though I haven't had great sex for a long time...I guess I wasn't ready to just jump into bed with anyone - and boy am I glad. Sex is NOT everything or anything for that matter. When I was young it was everything. The lust and passion meant so much - it defined me, not so much anymore....https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladychardonnay/694620Marcus and I have been "cooking" together for about 4 months now. Flirting / slicing and dicing / laughing and joking / shouting our cavalier judgeements about other employees / dodging comments about our partners /kissing in the walk-in / bumping in to each other behind the line / giving each...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladychardonnay/694331"But I am your mother's best friend" I exclaimed as he put his hand down my blouse and tongue down my throat. Double ICK!!! It's been awhile but I should have known better than accepting a "ride home" from a 25 year old unhappily married soldier with a wandering eye and a wife many miles away. But...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ladychardonnay/694198Ah youth.....truly wasted on the young. I remember when I was an Ingenue and could slink into any room and catch every man's eye. I remember when I shopped for clothes and didn't even have to try anything on with my model figure. Not no more... I caught a glimpse of myself in the back porch storm...