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Miss Independent Makes Fireworks

July 4, 2010

Tags: Fourth of July, Independence Day, Fuck Buddy, Fiddler on the Roof, Technology, Masturbation, Fireworks, Tito, Dogs, Townhome Hunk, Ice Cream, Recipe, Cupcake Cones, Mini Cupcakes, Marshmallow Fluff, M & M's, Candy, Dessert

On holidays, I like to flip the calendar back and reflect on how far I’ve…um…come. (And have I ever! But we’ll get to that…)

Flashback to Fourth of July 2009. I was smack in the middle of the longest dry spell ever known to Man Eater kind. This was month number (more…)

Is That A Bun In Your Oven?

March 4, 2010

Tags: Slump Buster, Family, Dating, Travel, Technology, Texting, Townhome Hunk, Dogs, Babies, Health, TV, Television, The Office, Massage, Recipe, Caramel Pecan Buns, Sticky Buns, Buns, Nuts, Breakfast, Pastry, Dough, Bread

I know you wanna know.

And I’ll tell you…but before I do, I need to rewind to that Sunday (a.k.a. Day 28 of my cycle) when I asked (read: insisted) that Slump Buster give me a sexy send-off before my departure for Portland. He begrudgingly agreed, though failed to nail down (more…)

Neighborhood Watch

October 20, 2009

Tags: Townhome Hunk, Dogs, Motorcycles, Bread, Recipe

I have a bun in the oven and it’s all Townhome Hunk’s fault.

In yet another witchcraft baking project, I’m making Hot Cross Buns in hopes of ending the recent cold snap between me and the hottie across the street. Since I blogged about his pooch (who passed away, unbeknownst to (more…)

Think I'm Cocky? Bite Me.

October 10, 2009

Tags: Townhome Hunk, Dogs, Writing, Cooking, Fruitcake, Recipe

Man Eater is not to be double-dog dared. As stubborn and egotistical as I am, I will do just about anything to prove that I am right.

This may be the furthest I’ve gone to prove a point: tonight, I made fruitcake. I can’t believe I sunk this low, but Anonymous reader ( (more…)

Throw Me A Bone(r)!

October 9, 2009

Tags: Tito, Townhome Hunk, Dogs, Recipe

This wasn’t the post I’d planned for today, but apparently I offended someone with my recent doggy ditties. Now I must prove my compassion for canines, so here you have it. Lap it up.

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It was love at first sight.

With curly hair and big brown eyes, my latest crush a total (more…)

Who Let The Dogs Out?

October 8, 2009

Tags: Townhome Hunk, Dogs, Cereal, Chocolate, Peanut Butter, Recipe

***Continued from yesterday’s post***

So I dangled the carrot cupcakes, but Townhome Hunk did not bite.

Watching the skanks (none of them bearing baked goods, BTW) parade in and out of Townhome Hunk’s was infuriating. Still, I held out hope that he would come to his senses (preferably his sense of smell, (more…)

Dangling the Carrot Cake

October 7, 2009

Tags: Insatiable, EconMan, Townhome Hunk, Recipe, Cupcakes, Cake, TV

“Dangling the Carat” (a.k.a. carrot cake) seems like the appropriate recipe today because it is one of the chapter titles of INSATIABLE (my memoir now available in bookstores everywhere).

Because eating disorders are anything but sexy, I consider the marketing of that book my “day job”. MAN EATER is my escape. I (more…)

Little Boy Blue, Let Me Blow Your Horn

September 26, 2009

Tags: Townhome Hunk, Tito, Music, Cooking, Recipe

Every night, I go for a walk with the Man of the House, a.k.a. Tito, my poodle.

(Don’t laugh! He’s incredibly macho. He WILL bite your head off. Especially if you whiz by on wheels of any kind.)

Last night, the weather was balmy and just right; not hot, not (more…)

Love At First Bite

August 29, 2009

Tags: Townhome Hunk, Cooking, Recipe, Cookies

As a self-employed writer, I spend a lot of time at home. A LOT. Like 23 hours a day.

My work station is currently at the dining room table, facing the street, which means I’m always abreast of the comings and goings of my neighbors, especially the one directly opposite me: Townhome Hunk.

He’ (more…)













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