Warning! Warning! The Life of a Phone Sex Operator

“Keep calm and talk dirty to me.”


Hello, Wonderful Blog Followers! I just wanted to write with a warning, this blog is going from G rated to NC17 in the next 48 hours.  There has been a lot of interest in hearing about my life as a phone sex operator, so we are going to give it a shot! I love to talk about how people talk dirty!

I am also looking into running some fun seminars about dirty talk because everyone can do it!

Please be warned, strong language and sexual content will be included.

If you wanted to see the fun changes, stick around, otherwise, I totally understand if you want to leave!
Talk to you all soon!


#writerschallenge2019 ~ Three Places I Want to Go

“Seeing the world is a prerequisite to understanding one’s place in it.”

~Josh Gates, Destination Truth: Memoirs of a Monster Hunter

Post #2 Three Places I Want to Go.

I have always wanted to travel.  Sadly, I have not had much of a chance yet, but I am still young and I have a great travel bucket list.  For now, I have been living through the adventures of Josh Gates, one of reasons I want to travel. If you haven’t see him speak, you should.  He is amazing.

There are many places that I want to travel to, but here are the top three.


London, England

I have an almost unhealthy obsession with Tudor England.  Primarily, King Henry VIII and his wives. I have been researching him for years.  The thought of walking the roads that he walked, visiting his own person castle, Hampton Court Palace, and seeing the lawn where two of his wives, and another unfathomable amount of others were beheaded.  

I want to go to the Tower, and see the cells where some of the most important people in history were held before their death.  Touch the walls they have touched. England has such history. The US is a baby country in comparison. I want to meet the crows at the Tower, and lay my eyes upon the crowned jewels.  Which leads to an interesting question. Why on earth did they store the crowned jewels in the same place that they held the criminals? It has always baffled me.

I few years ago I did a past life regression.  I was in Tudor England and I was about to be beheaded.  Is it true? Not sure, but it would make my fascination of that time period make more sense.  Perhaps visiting the area would jog something in my past memory. It is an interesting thought anyway.

I am not saying that I wouldn’t enjoy some of the more modern attractions, and of course Buckingham Palace, but my interest lies in the fourteenth century.  I have plans to get a tattoo of the Tudor Rose, I think it would be amazing to get that tattoo in London.

Of course, I would also have to take the Jack the Ripper tour.  I am simply fascinated by him. To visit the current East End, which was Whitechapel would be amazing.  They take you to each of the murder sites, and you get to know the in depth history of the location and the murder.  A true treat for serial killer enthusiasts like myself.

There are so many things I want to see there.  After writing this I am prepared to sell all of my belongings and move to London.  Why not?

Viti Levu, Fiji

Fiji is so beautiful.  I want to sit on the warm sand and look at the clear water with a drink in my hand.  What makes this place different from any other beach in the world? They have the world’s best shark diving program called Beqa Adventure Divers.

This diving program has a five star rating on TripAdvisor. There Ultimate Shark Encounter is a five hour dive in the Bega Lagoon and it is only $171.  What???

I have been fascinated by sharks my entire life. I never miss a shark week.  I have seen every documentary on every streaming site on sharks. They are my spirit animal.  I am serious, they really are. To be able to swim with them would be life changing. During this dive, you meet eight different species of sharks, including the deadly Bull Shark.

This would be a once in a lifetime trip.

Should I escape to Fiji? I think so.

Phuket, Thailand

I have always wanted to go on a Meditation Retreat.  I have done so much research and I quickly decided that I wanted to do one in Thailand.  I mean learning meditation techniques from a Buddhist Monk on a 10 day stay at their monastery;  how amazing would that be?

I had the plan to go in 2015, but I got scared about traveling alone.  I think I am getting over that now. The plane tickets are really the only expensive part.  They are all inclusive, and most of them are free and by donation. The most expensive one that I have found was $365.  For 10 days. Seriously.

Meditation is such an important part of my life that growing that skill in such a beautiful place would be a spiritual awakening.  Maybe I might never come home!

Thanks for reading about the places I want to go.   Leave a comment on your dream vacation location!

#writerschallenge2019 ~ Three Things About Me

“The shortest distance between two people is a story.”

~Patti Digh, Four-Word Self-Help: Simple Wisdom for Complex Lives

The Challenge

I am working on a writers challenge, #writerschallenge2019.  It was supposed to be done in March, but well, now it is April and here we are.  I also realize that it is in the wee hours of April 3rd and I am already two days behind. I guess that means today will be a busy day for me!

The challenge is easy.  31 posts in a month, each with a different given topic.  However, it is going to push me. Not only do I have to write a post everyday, but I have to use a specific topic.  That is not something that I am used to. Yay for growth!

Here we go.

Post #1 – Three Things About Me

(I have been sitting here for 10 minutes and I still trying to figure out what to write.  Totally overthinking it. Ahhh)

I am a witch.

I am a witch.  Through and through.  I have officially been a solitary witch for fifteen years, I have been initiated into the Temple of Witchcraft for five years, and I am currently working on my first year at Black Rose Witchcraft.  Looking back though, I have always been a witch.  How many Catholic teenagers wait until everyone is asleep to make a candle altar and send out intentions. Not to many.  

Magick is my life.  It is blood, breath, and bone.  It is earth, air, fire, and water.  It is spirit. Yes, I do spells and rituals, but it is so much for than that.  It is knowing myself, and my shadow, and keeping a relationship between the two.  It is divination, meditation, and observation. It is community.

I am 100% out of the broom closet.  I practically blink witch like a neon sign.  It is not that I flaunt it, it is just who I am, and I decided about four years ago that I was not going to hide anymore.  I am the official office witch, clearing “curses” on co-workers good luck charms. Really. That happened.

Probably one of my favorite things about being a witch is being able to share the magick with little witchlings.  My niece is well on her way and she is eight years old. Read about her here.

Sloane is four and she is an expert on fairies and the Night Wood.  A post about her is coming soon. Both of these little magickal girls are so receptive, my makes my heart happy.

I feel like I could just write forever about this topic.  It is such a huge part of my life, I can’t even see myself on any other path.  Being in this community, I am blessed.

I am an Auntie.

I love being an Auntie.  I have three nieces and one nephew and another baby on the way.  I can’t have kids and at times it is really hard for me, but I love being able to spend time with my brood.  I am really close with my nieces and I need to foster a better relationship for my nephew. It is harder with the boys I think.  I don’t really know what to do, but I love him dearly, and he knows that. Now he is getting older and I think I can start to do things with him.  

For Christmas this year, I got all of them crystals for the first time.  I got them a tumbled and a raw crystal of their birth stone. It was a huge hit!  I loved sitting with them one on one and explaining the crystal to them. They really seemed to like it.  Especially Alexandra, she is a little witchling. We recently went out one on one and I bought her, her first pendulum.  She calls it her mind reading crystal. I freaking love it.

I remember the day that each of them were born, and what it was like to hold them for the first time.  I remember the first time my eldest niece told me she loved me. I remember when my nephew used to fall asleep in my arms because I have magic breasts that put babies to sleep.  I remember my teaching my youngest niece colors and how to say balloon. I love these kids so much. They are such a blessing to me and to the entire family.

I live with mental health disorders.

This has been the biggest struggle of my life.  My current diagnosis is Bipolar Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and PTSD.  I am on a plethora of medication that I take daily. I deal with extreme highs and extreme lows and I struggle to maintain balance.  I have recently started seeing a new therapist and she is amazing. She is working on updating my diagnosis. She thinks that there are different things going on.  I am hopeful. She seems amazing and so willing to work with me.

I was voluntarily committed to a mental health facility last July for severe thoughts of hurting myself.  I was going through a very terrible situation and found that I could just not handle it myself. It is a difficult thing to admit, but I spent five days there getting regulated, then spent three weeks in a partial outpatient program focusing on DBT (Dialectical Behavioral Therapy) and CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy).  Basically, tools to help regulate yourself.  They are fantastic and I am so glad that something good came out of something so awful.

I know this is something that I will have to deal with for my entire life, but I also pride myself in being aware of myself.  I can feel myself slipping and I know how to ask for help. I do what I need to do. I go to therapy weekly, I take my medications daily and I live the best life I can.  It is something I deal with, not who I am.

Thank you so much for learning a little bit about me!  Drop me something special about you in the comments!

Children Helping Children

No child should die in the dawn of life.

~Danny Thomas

My 8 year old niece is raising money for St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital, and every year she has exceeded her goal.  We are looking forward to her doing so this year as well. Not only does she collect donations, but any gifts that she receives she donates right back to St. Jude.  I am so proud of her. I could go on and on, but I am going to let her tell you.

If you are so moved.  Please donate here:

Donate here via Facebook

Donate Here via Hillsboro- Deering Elementary School

Help me raise funds for St. Jude!

I’ve joined the fight to help end childhood cancer by participating in the St. Jude Math-A-Thon. I’m solving math problems and raising funds to help St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. You can help me reach my fundraising goal for the kids of St. Jude, who are battling cancer and other life-threatening diseases.

How your donation helps:

* Families never receive a bill from St. Jude for treatment, travel, housing or food — because all a family should worry about is helping their child live.

* Treatments invented at St. Jude have helped push the overall childhood cancer survival rate from 20% to more than 80% since it opened more than 50 years ago. St. Jude is working to drive the overall survival rate for childhood cancer to 90%, and we won’t stop until no child dies from cancer.

Please donate to St. Jude to help kids like Eli (the boy who the monkey is named after) who have cancer.



Thank you for your support!

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Families never receive a bill from St. Jude for treatment, travel, housing or food – because all a family should worry about is helping their child live. Treatments invented at St. Jude have helped push the overall childhood cancer survival rate from 20% to more than 80% since it opened more than 50 years ago. St. Jude is working to drive the overall survival rate for childhood cancer to 90%, and we won’t stop until no child dies from cancer. St. Jude freely shares the discoveries we make, and every child saved at St. Jude means doctors and scientists worldwide can use that knowledge to save thousands more children.

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New Makeup Techniques…Dear Gods

“The most beautiful makeup of a woman is passion. But cosmetics are easier to buy.”

― Yves Saint Laurent

I am a girly girl, sometimes.  Other times I cannot be bothered, but I have been lucky; my complexion has been pretty amazing my entire life, but I am 37 now and well, somethings just need to be covered.  I have always been good with applying makeup, but somethings are beyond me. Two good examples are contour/highlighting and cat eyes. (Why is that damn eyeliner flip so difficult!?!?)  I have been researching using youtube, and hilarity ensued this weekend while I was preparing for a date. (Could it be working?? Love Potion #9)

I knew that I was going to be trying something new, so I gave myself a full hour to get ready just in case.  (Just so you can tell how well it went, I was still late.) It was an afternoon date ending with a karaoke night so I decided to go with night makeup.  I got out of the shower and laid on my bed watching the contouring video here.  After it was over, I was sure that I was ready.  Previously, I had ordered these cool cat eye stamp eyeliner things.  Supposed to make it easy. (Nope!)  With my tools, I stood in front of the mirror, music on, ready to go.  Luckily, I am able to laugh at myself.

Contour What?

I use a liquid foundation, which I applied first, but powder highlighter/contour.  According to the video, you apply the highlighter first. Using powder is harder to see than using cream, at least in comparison to the video, but I put it everywhere she said.  Triangle under the eyes, a little on my nose, chin and forehead. Next I grabbed the darker color (I’m not going to lie, I don’t even know what it is called) for contouring. Fishy face, for the hollow of the cheeks, around the jaw line and on either side of the nose. (I do have to say, at the end, my nose did look awesome and thinner.) I contoured my forehead and the edges of my face.  It was shocking, but not bad. Now to blend.

Now, apparently, what looks blended under the lights of the vanity is not the same as looking blended in regular light. ( A mental note I made to myself while sitting in the car vigorously trying to blend my fully made up face in the car on the way to the movie theater.)  Once done, I sprayed my setting spray, then moved on. I added blush, which I always wear, so no scariness there. Then I moved onto my eyes. Goddess help me.

Eye Makeup No Go

I brought out my trusty liquid purple eyeshadow, my amazing mascara, and my new fancy stamps and I (thought) was ready to go.  Now I always curl my lashes before I get started with anything so that I don’t get my curler dirty. Well, if my failure at this was any indication of how the process was going to go (and it was), I should have just quit right then and there.  I don’t know what was wrong with me? I was catching my eye lid and was all over the place. Ouch.

I am not good with liquid eyeliner, I usually use cream, but I had high hopes.  Hopes that were soon dashed. Now the stamp did not come with directions, because why would it?  Of course it is waterproof, tear proof, sweat proof. It is pretty much stuck to your skin forever.  Moment of truth… and I stamped in the wrong place. I am still not 100% sure where the right place is, but it was not where I put it.  

Of course I was like “I can totally fix this”. No, no I couldn’t.  I took the pen section and swiped across the edge of my upper lid. Kind of squiggly, but not terrible.  Then I opened my eye without letting it dry (This is a thing?) Yup, I got a HUGE black curved line on my lower brow.  Waterproof, sweat proof… yea it was bad. I finally had to submit and grab the eye makeup remover. Even that didn’t work all that well.  I ended up trying to blend it in with the eyeshadow, did the best I could with it, but I kind of looked like I got punched in the eyes; however I was late so I had to go with it.  I finished up with the mascara and ran out the door.

Moral of the Story

Learned a great lesson though, when trying new makeup techniques, don’t do it when you have a date.  Way too much pressure, and not enough room for error.