ROBPORN ALERT! ROBPORN ALERT!

Holy. Shit. Today is officially kill Caro with Robporn day. I've officially named it.

I'm not even going to explain why, I'm just going to show you...

Nuff said.

BOOK/AUTHOR REC!!!

Alright, anyone that follows me on Twitter knows how I've been literally going bonkers for this author I discovered a couple of weeks ago.

It started when I picked up a book called, "Switch" from my local bookstore.  Just looking at the cover had me intrigued. I mean, the idea of a man at your feet? Yeah, definitely intrigued.

Then I read the synopsis...

Don’t think.

 

Don’t question.

Just do.

The anonymous note wasn’t for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not in the habit of reading other people’s mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent, but decidedly–deliciously–it was not.

Before replacing the note–and the ones that followed–in its rightful slot, I devoured its contents: suggestions, instructions, summonses, commands. Each was more daring, more intricate and more arousing than the last…and I followed them all to the letter.

Before the notes, if a man had told me what to do, I’d have told him where to go. But submission is an art, and there’s something oddly freeing about doing someone’s bidding…especially when it feels so very, very good.

But I find that the more I surrender, the more powerful I feel–so it’s time to switch up roles.

We play by my rules now.

Yeah, how the hell could I resist?!  This was such an enthralling book. There was no way not to get pulled into the life of the female protagonist.  It was so easy to relate to her that it was impossible not to imagine being her. 

Damn you Megan Hart! *snickers*

I am now officially fucked since I've purchased nearly all of her independent novels.  I worry about starting another one because I know I'll get nothing else done in the meantime. 

This is what happened when I read "Taking Care of Business" and "No Reservations"

These two books were a continued story about two couples that had to face a lot of obstacles in order to get their relationships to where they needed to be.  Naturally, the road was bumpy, but damn was it ever one hell of a ride.

Anyone that was following my tweets could see how much I was enjoying the books from all the different parts I kept sharing; which often ended up being parts involving some hot and steamy scenes.

So, if you're looking for an author/authors who aren't afraid to push the envelope, and who know exactly how to get all your pink girly bits twitching, then Megan Hart (and Lauren Dane) is for you.  Her books are the only thing that have managed to pry me away from my beloved fan fiction, and have completely and utterly distracted me from reality; as if that's a tough feat.

What is in a name?

I signed into my email this evening to find a very interesting message from my dear friend Cozzy.  In it, she simply shared the definition of her name found on www.urbandictionary.com....one of my damn favorite sites that Yneone always has me looking things up on....like chitlins *snort-giggle*

S'anywayz.....I thought to myself....Caro?  Let's look up your name and sees what we findz....

Carolyn
1. The feminine version of the name Charles meaning "the woman." Basically never printed on magnets, mugs or other souvenir paraphernalia. Often mistaken for Caroline, Carolina, Carol, Karen or Katherine.

• I beg to differ on that one right there that's underlined. Although it's a damn hard name to find on shit, I have been pretty fucking successful across Canada. Seems like my country does love me...even if the feeling isn't always mutual. LOL

2. Hottest piece of ass. EVER.

• *nods head* Hell to the yeah! I LOVE the person who made this entry. LOL!

3. A girl (or guy, but trust me, they're pretty rare) who is very funny, caring, extremely intelligent, talented, and not to mention absolutely beautiful.

In short, she is just perfect.

A Carolyn will get along with nearly anyone and always knows what to say to cheer you up. She is a great friend and would never ever betray you. She would care for you no matter what.

The name Carolyn translates to "song of happiness" (from the word "Carol".) It is also commonly confused with the name Caroline. A Carolyn is the kind of girl who, once you meet her, she will always be in your heart.

• *sniffle* I hope so *sniffle*

So to my dear friend Cozzy Cozz....thank you for inspiring me to look myself up...it was a fucking treat.

So now I challenge you to look up your name and feel free to comment and share your definitions. I'd love to see if they brightened your day a little too. :D

Too good not to share...

So, I'm on Twitter last night, and Mona posted a link that literally had me busting a gut.  Then it got me thinking. This shit actually could be useful to people...and funny. I MUST SHARE IT! (Click on a picture to enlarge it.)

But that's not all, my friends, that's not all...http://theoatmeal.com/comics/semicolon.

And just because the person who made the site seems disgruntled and funny...http://theoatmeal.com.

Hope you had a good laugh like I did :)

A New Day

So I seem to be making a daily appearance with this fuckshit.

Not sure who's actually reading (aside from those following and commenting), but I'm finding it incredibly theraputic. *eyeroll*

Too bad I still can't seem to figure out how to turn off the damn waterworks. Can someone please direct me towards the switch or sumshit?!

*sigh*

So, today is a new day right? A new dawn? A new life? Okay, now I just sound like Michael Buble. I do love that song though. Here, have a listen...


Hmmm, he says it good, huh? Words drifting on by, you know how I feel. I guess that's all we really got, right? Our words? Yeah, doesn't always seem to fucking work.

*gives Buble the finger* Fuck you, hotness, but you're kinda fulla shit with that crap. But you're still yummy with your sexy ass voice. ;o)

So, here's where I'm at right now:

• I can only do what I can do. I have accepted that.
  
• I'm a human being, and I defs don't have all the answers, but I do the best I can.
  
• Sometimes (maybe all the time) my best is not good enough for everyone, but it's all I have to offer.

So knowing that some things are just not in our hands anymore has to be reassuring, right? Urrrrrm, I'm going to go with a big fucking resounding NO. If that were the case, I would be doing something much more productive than blogging right now. But I digress.

So here's my thought for the day. When in doubt, get a stamp...



*Buble snickers in the background*

*C shoots her eyes in the direction of said snicker and sighs exaggeratedly*

Really? First Mick Foley, now Michael Buble. WHERE THE FUCKING FUCK IS ROBERT PATTINSON, G'DAMMT?! *huffs and pouts*

He's the only one whose smile can make ME smile regardless of how fucking YUCK I may be feeling. Just look...


So that's all I got for now. Here's to a new day *hairy eyeball*

Trying to make my way to higher ground

Well, so far....today has not been a great day.

I can't say any one thing really is making it that way...it's more of a culmination.

Then I go to my email, and that smartass best bud of mine sent me a message that I truly needed to hear on, today, this day of poop....

Noah's Ark

Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark:
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage.. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic, by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with loved ones, there's always a rainbow waiting.
 
Pretty strong message, huh? I think I especially like number 11. So I have to send out a huge hug to all those people who have stuck around and tried to put an umbrella over my head.

Sorry, this blog totally got emo today.


No "fucks" or "g'dammits"....just the truth.

C.......

out.

HUH?!

So, I woke up today, and had the urge to declare it "National Boycott Waking Up Day".

Don't ask.

Anywho, that changed as the day progressed, and I said a little "THANK YOU, LORD!"

Then the day continued to progress.

And continued.

My stomach was totally warning me that shit was a brewin' again.

I should have listened.

'Cause now, I want to declare it "National Don't Go Online Day".

It's getting overwhelming, let me tell ya.

*sigh*

A very wise friend of mine said to me one day, "If you don't want to get covered in shit, then stop throwing it at the fan."

I know right?! Fucking smartass bitch. She's lucky I've known her since high school and wouldn't trade her in for the world. LOL!

She was right though. So, I'm not going to keep throwing shit at the damn fan...cause it's stinky. *plugs nose*

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*Mick Foley walks into the blog holding a pastrami on rye*

C: *looks confused* Mick? What's up?

Mick: I'd ask you the same thing C, but it's pretty fucking obvious. You do realize you look like the wooden dude from the Robaxacet commercials, right??

C: *sigh* Yeah, not much I can do about it, though. *reaches to rub her mid back* Got anything for this back issue I got going on? I know you have had your share of ass-handings and back-breakings.

Mick: *snickers* Damn fucking right I have. You don't want any of what I got. I do have a suggestion for you, though.

C: I'm all ears, Mick. Hit me...well not literally, please. You kinda still scare me a liddle *cowers*

Mick: One word. Alcohol.

C: *eyeroll* That is SO not a good suggestion.

Mick: I know, it was a joke...sorta. Okay, here goes. You ready? *Carolyn nods* Here's what you do see, you get a chair, and you pick it up by the back. And you need to get a firm grip because if you don't have the right hold you can really fuck up your wrists, and that would just-

C: Mick, you're not helping. Just wanted to put that out there.

Mick: *shrugs and goes back to chomping on his samich* Ai di'in say ii 'woo helphff.

C: *double eyeroll* Enjoy your pastrami, Mick.

Shit. Get a load of that guy. Busts into my blog and doesn't even help me. Just cause I used his damn picture doesn't give him free reign! *hands on hips*

Mick: *hollers over his shoulder as he walks out* I heard that, C. HAVE A NICE DAY!

C: *shakes head* Wise ass. Why the fuck can't someone like Rob come visit my damn blog *grumbles*