Pizza, I didn't order any pizza! A.K.A. Research Project

O.k. now ladies and gentlemen.  Its time to put on our grown-up faces, hunker down, and get serious.  There is no reason to be bashful, or embarrassed or judgmental here.  We're amongst friends (right?).  I was recently asked by an anonymous friend if i could recommend some couple friendly, mildly pornographic films.  You know, something that might appeal to both men and women - or perhaps just women (although i cant imagine a porno in existence that wouldn't appeal to men.  I mean, come on, as long as there's 2 or more people having sex, how could it NOT?  Am i right men?).  So, here is what I've decided I would do for you ladies equally curious, and men looking to introduce something to your women...I would do a XXX movie review, for you!  Stay tuned - as my horizons broaden, I'll keep you posted.

Person of the Moment

If you happen to have a significant other, do you have a List?  The List of celebrities you're allowed to have sex with should the unlikely opportunity present itself?  Like from that one Friends episode in which Ross can't get it on with Isabella Rossellini because he eliminated her from his List.  You know what I'm talking about.

Anyways, the hubby and I don't have a List, persay, but rather a Man/Woman of the Moment.  The one person you are allowed to make lascivious comments about and not get in trouble.  There are a few rules, of course. 

1.  We are each allowed to have one "permanent" Person of the Moment - that single celebrity one lusts after no matter how much one's tastes may change over time.  The single celebrity we each (half)joke that we'd leave one another for.

In his case, it's Eliza Dushku.  Although, he always insists he should have picked Kristen Bell instead.  But I think that may solely be based upon the Gold Bikini incident.

In my case, it's the 10th Doctor Who, the Scotsman who embodies geek chic, David Tennant.

Now, being as I also dig the ladies, I am allowed to have a permanent here as well.  But, with all the plastic surgery and scary skinny binges that female celebrities do nowadays, I find it difficult to have any one be particularly permanent (old favorites being Rose McGowan and Angelina Jolie, who look like totally different people to me now). 

2.  Whomever we each pick as our Man/Woman of the Moment, has to last for an extended period of time.  No changing willy-nilly just so one has the option of lewd comments whenever one feels like it.  Like, I can't choose Celebrity A as my Man of the Moment, and then watch a TV show 5 minutes later and try and switch my choice to Celebrity B.  Not cool.

3.  The comments can't be too graphic in nature as regards to sexual acts.  One can say, "Man, she has great tits!" but not expand upon that comment as to what one would like to do with said breasts.

That all being said, the hubby's WOTM is Felicia Day, because she's an adorable, geeky redhead.  Who he met in person.  And got a kiss on the cheek from.  *ahem*

In case yall are curious, my MOTM is the awesome-accent having, manly man with an air of stoicism, Sam Worthington.  And my WOTM is the lanky, raven-haired, and a little on the young side, Kristen Stewart.

So there you have it, our respective POTM, both permanent and not.  Make what judgments you will, hehe. 

~Dorkopotamus (aka Katy)

Didn't originally intend for this post to be so image-heavy, but eh, they're all pretty people so who really cares!

Alone Time and a New Book

Not the most creative of titles, eh?  C'est la vie.

Some people need lots of alone time to function.  Others can't stand being alone, and surround themselves with people at all time.  Most people fall somewhere in between the two extremes.  Me, I fall pretty closely toward the "needing a lot of alone time" end of things.  I find extended periods of social interaction to be very emotionally draining, as much as I enjoy them (which I do, very much indeed).  I just reach a point where my body and brain are like, well, that was nice, but we're all set with this being social business.  Like now.  Like right now.  Like go-find-a-hole-and-crawl-into-it-immediately-before-you-explode now.  Most of the time I simply a) hide it really well and force myself to deal or b) take an alone break for a few minutes from the situation, and then re-enter feeling much more myself.  Now where am I going with this?

Since I am not working right now, I normally spend a great portion of my day alone.  Until recently, that is.  The hubby lost Old Job on Monday and, consequently, has been spending most of his now free time at home.  With me.  During what used to be alone time.

Now the hubby is the kind of person who always has to be doing something.  And as you can see, I am the exact opposite.  This leads to many squabbles in which he feels I am ignoring him, or not spending enough time with him.  Now that he's been home during normal working hours, these squabbles have been occuring with much more frequency.  It's difficult. 

On the one hand, yayyy the hubby is home and I get the snuggle-pounce him whenever I want and play board games and watch TV and just be with him.  Woohoo!  On the other, all of this is now occuring during what was previously alotted alone time for Katy.  I don't think he understands how weird/confusing/frustrating this is for me.  Not that it isn't all three of those things for him - workaholic guy going from always being busy, to not being very busy at all, with a wife who doesn't seem to want to interact with him.  I can totally get that.  I want to interact, I really do.  I just don't have it in me to be as interactive (which sounds dirty, but totally isn't) as he would prefer.  It's strange situation, but we're muddling through - cutting each other slack when we can, and getting testy when we can't.  No major outbursts thus far, which is good.  I just think it's kind of interesting the ways in which we compromise.  I make him lunch and spend time with him doing something I have zero interest in whatsoever, then he goes and watches some Stargate SG-1 while I take some time alone to blog.

In related news, the hubby is awesome.  So I've been feeling kinda crapulently the past few days.  And he's been kinda on my back about being more interactive and whatnot.  My mood has led me to oversleep, and this always bothers him because his internal clock wakes him up super early, and it cuts into possible interacting time.  Well, this morning (well, afternoon really) I wake up late and begin to prepare myself for a squabble over same.  Instead, the wonderful hubby surprises me with a book he knows I've been dying to read!  He wanted to cheer me up.  And although he was irked over my messed up sleep schedule, he thought of my feelings over his.  What a sweetheart - I knew I married him for a reason.  ;)

Now onto the book!  It's called Horns by Joe Hill, and they actually have an excerpt through the link if yall are curious (it's about a guy who wakes up with a hangover and a pair of horns growing out of his head).  Joe Hill is actually Stephen King's son, and he writes in the horror genre much the same as his father.  Only unlike his father, his writing is much more clever, gritty, and creative (IMHO).  I find most of Stephen King's books these days to have great concepts, but terrible, terrible endings (if you get an ending at all).  I read Joe Hill's first novel, Heart-Shaped Box, a few years ago and fell in love with his writing.  The story was delightfully creepy, and I could not put it down.  If you like horror novels that are more creepy than gorey, I totally recommend Heart-Shaped Box, which I now want to reread because enough time has passed that I don't remember it that well.

I am totally one of those people who loves rereading good books.  The hubby can't understand it.  He's a read it once kind of guy, because there are so many books out there that he feels time shouldn't be wasted on reading one you've already read.  Me?  Rereading a good book is like coming home again.  If it's one you don't remember that well, you get to fall in love with it all over again.  If it's one you can almost recite fully from page one, you're awash with the comfortableness that only comes from knowing something so well that you love.

But first, Horns.  \m/  Can't wait to start it.

~Dorkopotamus (aka Katy)

Being a Grown-Up is Hard Work, and So is Getting into a Shape that isn't Rotund

I'm moody today.  Rawr rawr rawr.  The hubby and I spent most of this afternoon filling out an application for free health insurance through the state.  We had to do this because as of Monday, the hubby got fired from Old Job, and we consequently lost all benefits there.  Now, he does have New Job which is a Very Good Thing.  But until New Job gets up and running, we don't have steady money coming in.  Which is very stressful.  In the long run, all will be well, and New Job should afford us more money than Old Job ever did.  In the meantime, however, there is much suckage and things like applying for free health insurance while bickering the entire time.  Hence the rawr.  I hate stupid bickering.  It's not like we're mad at each other - it's just frustration and anxiety that we take out one another.  It's really dumb when you think about it, but kind of unavoidable no matter how awesome the relationship (and ours is pretty freaking awesome).

In other news, the potatoes were well-received last night.  So yayyy for that.  But I totally binged on all the yummy desserts.  Since I went away to visit the Kim, I've gained back about 2 pounds.  Boo on me!  I've totally been slacking on the diet and exercise since I got back.  New goal: gym it up this weekend at least twice, go food shopping, and stop eating crap.  I don't want to undo all hard work I've done thus far.  I mean, I'd gotten down 14 pounds since the beginning of the year - now only 12 - and that's pretty amazing.  I'm still on track for my "at least 3 pounds a month" goal, even with the weight gained back.  But I really, really want to stick with it this time so I look smoking hot for June (attending one of my closest friend's wedding) and July (vacation to San Diego and Hawaii).  I want to wear a bikini again and feel fabulous doing so.  In fact, I have already picked out said bikini:

Pretty hot, right?  Although, I gotta say that this model doesn't really have enough curves to do the bikini justice.  Me?  Just call me Curves O'Plenty.

Since this bikini is hella expensive, I am using it as a reward for meeting my weight-loss goals for June/July.  Also, for my birthday, my snarky friend whom I shall now refer to as DB (yes, that stands for Douche Bag, and yes it is appropriate), gave me a gift certificate to put towards the bikini.  Nice, right?  Well, to properly demonstrate his DB nature, I will now transcribe the accompanying card:

To:  Fat Katy

Message:  See you soon!

From:  Skinny Katy

Amazing, right?  I nearly collapsed with laughter when I read it.  And you know what?  It's kinda true.  Fat Katy's days are numbered.*

*Disclaimer:  I know I'm not a blimpazoid.  I just want to be healthier, look better in (and out of) clothes, and be generally more fit.  I'm only fat as compared to an ideal version of myself.  Trust me, I ballooned up to 190 pounds once, and on my frame, that was definitely fat.  At 158 right now, I'm just fat as compared to where I want to be.  The end.

~Dorkopotamus (aka Katy)