Twenty Eleven.

It feels fresh; clean and new. Like a new pair of untainted undies.
That's sick, not the new undies part, but the thought of old undies and what did I mean, and why would I say something like that? What are your undies THAT nasty? No, shut up....I was just saying, there's nothing better than new undies. New undies make me want to prance around the house, leaping through the air, with a pillowcase cape.  I would be running through the living room bouncing off the back of the couch; my cape fluttering in the draft as my body weight throws me back down to the carpet with a hard thump, triggering man partner to yell from our bat cave, sleeping chambers (ie: the basement) "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" and he would run upstairs to investigate the situation, only to find me trouncing around in my underpants like some crazed toddler."WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AROUND THE LIVING ROOM LIKE AN IDIOT???" He'd bring me back down to earth; take my cape and send me back to the bat cave to put some clothes on and act like a lady adult, because I am embarrassing him. But I would know what I had on under those adult clothes...new; fresh; untainted undies.
That's how I feel about twenty eleven. 

Things I expect out of myself and my new blog in twenty eleven.
1. Regular Blogging, totally open to suggestions...but as of right now I have a schedule of what I will be blogging about daily.
2. Being myself. Sometimes it is difficult in this type of setting. I am vulgar and unapologetic, I want this blog to be for me, and for you to see me as me, not someone I think you want me to be. I want it to be raw and real.... so since I am going to offend someone. Sorry? Take it now, because it won't be offered up once things are rolling.
3. I work on cars, and have a general knowledge of cars and the way they tick. I am a Girl. I am straight. Those things often do not go hand in hand. (btw. I have no problem with gay/straight/transgender and etc, individuals, just so we are clear) Those things make me different and I hope to bring some of my knowledge here to help others.
4. I plan on throwing in some girly girl junk to spice things up, and remind myself that I am, in fact, a girl. Manpartner says there is no question in his mind...but I still find grease, dirt and oil to be unappealing in the bedroom....let's leave that at work, huh babe?

Speaking of Manpartner

You can't tell from this picture, but he's got really nice buns, so, I keep him around.

This is both of us...you can tell from this picture, he keeps me in line...or you know, he tries.

I would say nice to meet ya, but we haven't met yet. I hope to, real soon. not in real life though...that's creepy.