What's up w/the title bar? Like I need this frustration today..
asshats!!!!
ok..so Yadda yadda yadda.. blah blah blah..
that's the mood.. w/a touch of anger twinning its way thru... loving the red streak of anger.. just put's me on edge!!!!
Where to start..
Happy Belated Birthday America.. I spent the 4th of July driving.. to Canada..
Oh Canada....lalalalala.. sorry..dont know anymore than that..
Driving thru some mountain pass on our way to Vernon BC... tried to kill ourselves.
Ive had near death experiences, however, I dont think I have EVER put my childrens lives at risk before, and that was a whole new out of body experience. Driving down an 8% downgrade, going into a little town call Princeton.. the motor-home decided it didnt want to slow down or stop. Down shifted, it wouldnt slow down.. pumping the brakes, no help.. in 1st gear, standing on the brakes, locked the damn things up, switchbacks... Oh God!!! We were all gonna die!!!
But.. thank God.. we didnt.. but it was an extremely scary situation.. brakes were checked in the next town and they were good to go.. so we moved forward to our final destination....
Camping, swimming, dog show.. our meathead did well, he got dumped the first day, won his class and took reserve the second day, and the third day he won his class, and got best opposite (beat by a bitch) - drive home was hot, humid, sticky but un-eventful..
Other than that.. my life aint shit.. sad huh?!
this weekend I am headed to a little biker gathering in a small southern town of WA...
Do Wa Diddy baby!!! OMG.. I will download pics and write about that when I get back on Monday.. The Do Wa is always a good time, it's my job to obtain money for the "titty" contest, now see, in order for money to be gathered for the winners, one has to go around and "show their goods" I have NO problem flashing, there just boobs, and well even if I do say so myself, I have a nice set of ta-ta's... :) (if I get enough encouragment.. I may just post them here) And well, my dad sends me off to take donations from our fellow bikers!!!! There are anywhere between 700-1200 bikers that show for this event, a good time is had by all.. my other responsibilities are to be security.. now if you knew me, you would understand that I have NO issue here either, I have no problem getting in the face of some drunken 300lb dude... I should probably have some fear.. but I dont, maybe it's because of my past experiences.... or.. maybe Im just stupid!!!
Havnt heard from my fuck buddy.. well I have, maybe 2 emails, but nothing inviting, just a "had a great time, lets do it again" and a "hi" email.. that's it.. I did however hear from his cousin, wanting to know why I would meet up w/the f-buddy but not w/him.. as I told him, could be because the cousin is married and the f-buddy aint.. yeah.. I think that's a good answer!!!
Ok.. I think that's about it. Im looking so forward to a weekend of no kids, adult drunken conversation, the twins coming out, as they need some fresh air, and if I get really lucky, I will have some drunken adult action in a hot tent.. well.. that usually doesnt happen, only because Ive noticed in my old age Im starting to get a little picky when it comes to dropping my knickers! LOL
Peace
Me
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
TMI... on Wednesday
1. Does the carpet match the drapes?
Im blonde.. the carpet used to be blonde... but over the years of shaving, then growing back, and re-shaving.. Ive noticed that it's now a mixture of blonde & light brown..with some darker hairs mixed in too.. but I guess that's normal right?
2. Have you ever used personal information about someone to blackmail them?
No.. I have stuff I could use on people.. more than I wanna know about some people.. but.. why would I blackmail them? There really is no need, it's their shit, their backyard, my theory is, that they day they hit judgment door, it's the higher powers that be who needs to figure it out. Not me!!!
3. What is your favorite thing to lick?
I really enjoy giving head.. I enjoy hearing him, and feeling his hands on my head, and looking up and seeing the look on his face. Adding a little extra flavor doesnt hurt either, whether it be whip cream, chocolate sauce or some sort of added flavor from your local sex shop..
4. Have you ever had sex in a place of worship? (i.e., church, temple, mosque, etc.)
What kind of question is this? Um.. NO!!! Hell, I walk into a church Im sure the lightening rod's will strike me dead before I ever even reach the pews...let alone to strip and get nasty.. no.. that's just all kinds of WRONG!!!
5. If you watch video porn, do you buy it in a store, from a catalog, online, or download it?
Ive bought one porn video in my life.. and it was the most boring porn Ive ever seen.. so I rent them from my local Dick does Jane video store.. sometimes there good, sometimes there bad, sometimes they make me laugh.. you know it's a good porn when all the sudden Im all over him and I cant get enough!!!!
;)Bonus (as in optional): How often, if ever, do you "fake it?"
hmmm... if it's the right guy, and he's doing what he needs to do, Im not faking it AT ALL!!!
Im blonde.. the carpet used to be blonde... but over the years of shaving, then growing back, and re-shaving.. Ive noticed that it's now a mixture of blonde & light brown..with some darker hairs mixed in too.. but I guess that's normal right?
2. Have you ever used personal information about someone to blackmail them?
No.. I have stuff I could use on people.. more than I wanna know about some people.. but.. why would I blackmail them? There really is no need, it's their shit, their backyard, my theory is, that they day they hit judgment door, it's the higher powers that be who needs to figure it out. Not me!!!
3. What is your favorite thing to lick?
I really enjoy giving head.. I enjoy hearing him, and feeling his hands on my head, and looking up and seeing the look on his face. Adding a little extra flavor doesnt hurt either, whether it be whip cream, chocolate sauce or some sort of added flavor from your local sex shop..
4. Have you ever had sex in a place of worship? (i.e., church, temple, mosque, etc.)
What kind of question is this? Um.. NO!!! Hell, I walk into a church Im sure the lightening rod's will strike me dead before I ever even reach the pews...let alone to strip and get nasty.. no.. that's just all kinds of WRONG!!!
5. If you watch video porn, do you buy it in a store, from a catalog, online, or download it?
Ive bought one porn video in my life.. and it was the most boring porn Ive ever seen.. so I rent them from my local Dick does Jane video store.. sometimes there good, sometimes there bad, sometimes they make me laugh.. you know it's a good porn when all the sudden Im all over him and I cant get enough!!!!
;)Bonus (as in optional): How often, if ever, do you "fake it?"
hmmm... if it's the right guy, and he's doing what he needs to do, Im not faking it AT ALL!!!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Drama
Hi all...
It's been crazy around here, with school getting out, end of year baseball tourney's (which we lost!!) Dance recitals, birthdays, dog shows. And well.. Im plum tuckered out!!!
So.. a brief update.. I GOT LAID!!!
Yeah.. for me it's a HUGE occurance.. well because.. it's been so damn long!!!
Saturday night, he clld me out of the blue, hadnt talked to him in a long time. He called, said he would be in town, and he would call me when he got in town.. umm..ok.. usually I dont believe a word he says, cuz well, he lives about 30 min from me, and normally doesnt make it down to my neck of the woods.. and/or.. doesnt actually show..
Among all the drama Saturday night, w/my BFF (best friend forever) it being her B-day... her in-laws invited themselves along.. and well.. they normally dont get along sober, you throw some alcohol in on that equation, and the night turned into a fucking drama-fest!!!
Lets just say, it was a full blown, screamin match at the bar, so dear ol' me got to break it up, and drive the drunken people home (luckily I wasnt drinkin) he calls me just as I get back to the bar, he's getting into town.. so I run in, slam a few drinks, cuz well.. everyone needs liquid courage..
Then we headed to a hotel, and that fine piece of man ROCKED MY WORLD!!! Just thinking about it is making my nether regions tingle!!!! and D A M N.. I want M O R E!!!!
We had a long talk inbetween sessions, and he proceeded to tell me that Im not the normal type of "white women" who fall's for a "black man"... ok.. um.. he blew me away with that.. cuz.. well.. I didnt realize there was a "type"??? So.. what in the hell did he mean by that? Yes, of course I asked him.. he just said that I dont fit the typical mold! HUH?
Well, he distracted me by this point.. and we didnt get to end the conversation...
But, it's got me perplexed... what does he mean by that? Please someone explain it to me....
Then we got into the whole discussion about trying other things... meaning, he's been invited to this place, that's semi-local, where it's all about "adult entertainment" ... oh hell, Im trying as delicate as possible of describing it.. but.. whatever.. the Redmond Ranch, it's a large house, that offers the swinger lifestyle...the whole partner swap kind of thing.. now.. yes, Ive had three-somes.. and well.. it's a mind set, ok for some, not for others.. personally, I dont think I could watch my guy fuck someone else.. however.. I wasnt in a relationship during the time I had my three-somes.. it was me, a good male friend of mine and his girlfriend (and I will say.. that girl knew what to do with her tongue!!!) anyhow.. it was an interesting evening.. and.. well, I kind of think I would go there again, only a little more sober, as I was pretty wasted my first time and I would like to "remember" a little more!!!!
Oh, sorry, I totally got side tracked (Im on a work conf call... typing this out and not paying any kind of attention.. bad bad me)
Anyhow.. so, he was asking me if I would be interested in attending a "party" with him..the way he explained it, is he doesnt want to sleep w/anyone else, he perfers the whole voyeur side of things, he likes it when guys hit's on "his women" and not that he wants me to do anything w/anyone else.. but, he wouldnt object to me giving him a blow job while others watch...... hmmmmmmmmmm.... I dont have an issue w/sex or my body, and I realize it's a chose lifestyle for others..and well.. Ive had sex in the same room w/others.. but as I get older, Im realizing Im turning into, more of a me & him... or possibly throwing another couple in there.. but.. hmmmm....
Something I will have to think about.. there's is just so much to think about...
Anyhow... I got laid.. damn.. that man is G O O D!!! and now.. I want more..
so Im gonna have to get a hold of him and let him know he just wetted my appitite.. and he needs to satisfy me some more... :)
Ok.. hope to hear from you all
Peace
It's been crazy around here, with school getting out, end of year baseball tourney's (which we lost!!) Dance recitals, birthdays, dog shows. And well.. Im plum tuckered out!!!
So.. a brief update.. I GOT LAID!!!
Yeah.. for me it's a HUGE occurance.. well because.. it's been so damn long!!!
Saturday night, he clld me out of the blue, hadnt talked to him in a long time. He called, said he would be in town, and he would call me when he got in town.. umm..ok.. usually I dont believe a word he says, cuz well, he lives about 30 min from me, and normally doesnt make it down to my neck of the woods.. and/or.. doesnt actually show..
Among all the drama Saturday night, w/my BFF (best friend forever) it being her B-day... her in-laws invited themselves along.. and well.. they normally dont get along sober, you throw some alcohol in on that equation, and the night turned into a fucking drama-fest!!!
Lets just say, it was a full blown, screamin match at the bar, so dear ol' me got to break it up, and drive the drunken people home (luckily I wasnt drinkin) he calls me just as I get back to the bar, he's getting into town.. so I run in, slam a few drinks, cuz well.. everyone needs liquid courage..
Then we headed to a hotel, and that fine piece of man ROCKED MY WORLD!!! Just thinking about it is making my nether regions tingle!!!! and D A M N.. I want M O R E!!!!
We had a long talk inbetween sessions, and he proceeded to tell me that Im not the normal type of "white women" who fall's for a "black man"... ok.. um.. he blew me away with that.. cuz.. well.. I didnt realize there was a "type"??? So.. what in the hell did he mean by that? Yes, of course I asked him.. he just said that I dont fit the typical mold! HUH?
Well, he distracted me by this point.. and we didnt get to end the conversation...
But, it's got me perplexed... what does he mean by that? Please someone explain it to me....
Then we got into the whole discussion about trying other things... meaning, he's been invited to this place, that's semi-local, where it's all about "adult entertainment" ... oh hell, Im trying as delicate as possible of describing it.. but.. whatever.. the Redmond Ranch, it's a large house, that offers the swinger lifestyle...the whole partner swap kind of thing.. now.. yes, Ive had three-somes.. and well.. it's a mind set, ok for some, not for others.. personally, I dont think I could watch my guy fuck someone else.. however.. I wasnt in a relationship during the time I had my three-somes.. it was me, a good male friend of mine and his girlfriend (and I will say.. that girl knew what to do with her tongue!!!) anyhow.. it was an interesting evening.. and.. well, I kind of think I would go there again, only a little more sober, as I was pretty wasted my first time and I would like to "remember" a little more!!!!
Oh, sorry, I totally got side tracked (Im on a work conf call... typing this out and not paying any kind of attention.. bad bad me)
Anyhow.. so, he was asking me if I would be interested in attending a "party" with him..the way he explained it, is he doesnt want to sleep w/anyone else, he perfers the whole voyeur side of things, he likes it when guys hit's on "his women" and not that he wants me to do anything w/anyone else.. but, he wouldnt object to me giving him a blow job while others watch...... hmmmmmmmmmm.... I dont have an issue w/sex or my body, and I realize it's a chose lifestyle for others..and well.. Ive had sex in the same room w/others.. but as I get older, Im realizing Im turning into, more of a me & him... or possibly throwing another couple in there.. but.. hmmmm....
Something I will have to think about.. there's is just so much to think about...
Anyhow... I got laid.. damn.. that man is G O O D!!! and now.. I want more..
so Im gonna have to get a hold of him and let him know he just wetted my appitite.. and he needs to satisfy me some more... :)
Ok.. hope to hear from you all
Peace
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
How to Drop a Deuce at work
HOW TO DROP A DEUCE AT WORK
We've all been there but don't like to admit it. We've all kicked backin our cubicles and suddenly felt something brewing down below. As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORK DEUCE Is inevitable. For those who hate crapping at work, the following is theSurvival Guide for taking a deuce at work.
CROP DUSTING: When farting, you walk briskly around the office so the smell is not inyour area and everyone else gets a whiff but doesn't know where it camefrom. Be careful when you do this. Do not stop Until the full fart hasbeen expelled. Walk an extra 30 feet to make Sure the smell has leftyour pants.
FLY BY: The act of scouting out a bathroom before pooping. Walk in and check for other poopers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and come backagain. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.
ESCAPEE:A fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or forcing adeuce in a stall. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave of embarrassment. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it. Pretendit did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter in the urinal,pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee. It is uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both parties feel uneasy.
JAILBREAK: When forcing a deuce, several farts slip out at a machine gun pace. This is usually a side effect of diarrhea or a hangover. If this should happen, do not panic. Remain in the stall until everyone has left the bathroom to spare everyone the awkwardness of what just occurred.
COURTESY FLUSH: The act of flushing the toilet the instant the deuce hits the water.This reduces the amount of air time the deuce has to stink up thebathroom. This can help you avoid being caught doing the WALK OF SHAME.
WALK OF SHAME: Walking from the stall, to the sink, to the door after you have just stunk up the bathroom. This can be a very uncomfortable moment if someone walks in and busts you. As with farts, it is best to pretend that the smell does not exist. Can be avoided with the use of the COURTESY FLUSH.
OUT OF THE CLOSET DEUCER: A colleague who deuces at work and is damn proud of it. You will often see an Out Of The Closet Deucer enter the bathroom with a newspaper or magazine under his or her arm. Always look around the office for the Out Of The Closet Deucer before entering the bathroom.
DEUCING FRIENDS NETWORK (D. F. N): A group of co-workers who band together to ensure emergency deucing goes off without incident. This group can help you to monitor the where abouts of Out Of The Closet Deucers, and identify SAFE HAVENS.
SAFE HAVENS: A seldom used bathroom somewhere in the building where you can least expect visitors. Try floors that are predominantly of the opposite sex.This will reduce the odds of a deucer of your sex entering the bathroom.
TURD BURGLAR: Someone who does not realize that you are in the stall and tries to force the door open. This is one of the most shocking and vulnerable moments that can occur when taking a deuce at work. If this occurs,remain in the stall until the Turd Burglar leaves. This way you will avoid all uncomfortable eye contact.
CAMO-COUGH: A phony cough that alerts all new entrants into the bathroom that you are in a stall. This can be used to cover-up a WATERMELON, or to alert potential Turd Burglars. Very effective when used in conjunction with anFRED ASTAIRE.
FRED ASTAIRE: A subtle toe-tap that is used to alert potential Turd Burglars That you are occupying a stall. This will remove all doubt that the stall isoccupied. If you hear an Astaire, leave the bathroom immediately so the deucer can crap in peace.
WATERMELON: A deuce that creates a loud splash when hitting the toilet water. This is also an embarrassing incident. If you feel a Watermelon coming on,create a diversion. See CAMO-COUGH.
HAVANA OMELET: A case of diarrhea that creates a series of loud splashes in The toiletwater. Often accompanied by an Escapee. Try using a Camo-Cough with an Astaire.
UNCLE REED: A bathroom user who seems to linger around forever. Could Spend extended lengths of time in front of the mirror or sitting on the pot. An Uncle Reed makes it difficult to relax while on the crapper, as you should always wait to deuce when the bathroom is empty. This benefits you aswell as the other bathroom attendees.
We've all been there but don't like to admit it. We've all kicked backin our cubicles and suddenly felt something brewing down below. As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORK DEUCE Is inevitable. For those who hate crapping at work, the following is theSurvival Guide for taking a deuce at work.
CROP DUSTING: When farting, you walk briskly around the office so the smell is not inyour area and everyone else gets a whiff but doesn't know where it camefrom. Be careful when you do this. Do not stop Until the full fart hasbeen expelled. Walk an extra 30 feet to make Sure the smell has leftyour pants.
FLY BY: The act of scouting out a bathroom before pooping. Walk in and check for other poopers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and come backagain. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.
ESCAPEE:A fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or forcing adeuce in a stall. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave of embarrassment. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it. Pretendit did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter in the urinal,pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee. It is uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both parties feel uneasy.
JAILBREAK: When forcing a deuce, several farts slip out at a machine gun pace. This is usually a side effect of diarrhea or a hangover. If this should happen, do not panic. Remain in the stall until everyone has left the bathroom to spare everyone the awkwardness of what just occurred.
COURTESY FLUSH: The act of flushing the toilet the instant the deuce hits the water.This reduces the amount of air time the deuce has to stink up thebathroom. This can help you avoid being caught doing the WALK OF SHAME.
WALK OF SHAME: Walking from the stall, to the sink, to the door after you have just stunk up the bathroom. This can be a very uncomfortable moment if someone walks in and busts you. As with farts, it is best to pretend that the smell does not exist. Can be avoided with the use of the COURTESY FLUSH.
OUT OF THE CLOSET DEUCER: A colleague who deuces at work and is damn proud of it. You will often see an Out Of The Closet Deucer enter the bathroom with a newspaper or magazine under his or her arm. Always look around the office for the Out Of The Closet Deucer before entering the bathroom.
DEUCING FRIENDS NETWORK (D. F. N): A group of co-workers who band together to ensure emergency deucing goes off without incident. This group can help you to monitor the where abouts of Out Of The Closet Deucers, and identify SAFE HAVENS.
SAFE HAVENS: A seldom used bathroom somewhere in the building where you can least expect visitors. Try floors that are predominantly of the opposite sex.This will reduce the odds of a deucer of your sex entering the bathroom.
TURD BURGLAR: Someone who does not realize that you are in the stall and tries to force the door open. This is one of the most shocking and vulnerable moments that can occur when taking a deuce at work. If this occurs,remain in the stall until the Turd Burglar leaves. This way you will avoid all uncomfortable eye contact.
CAMO-COUGH: A phony cough that alerts all new entrants into the bathroom that you are in a stall. This can be used to cover-up a WATERMELON, or to alert potential Turd Burglars. Very effective when used in conjunction with anFRED ASTAIRE.
FRED ASTAIRE: A subtle toe-tap that is used to alert potential Turd Burglars That you are occupying a stall. This will remove all doubt that the stall isoccupied. If you hear an Astaire, leave the bathroom immediately so the deucer can crap in peace.
WATERMELON: A deuce that creates a loud splash when hitting the toilet water. This is also an embarrassing incident. If you feel a Watermelon coming on,create a diversion. See CAMO-COUGH.
HAVANA OMELET: A case of diarrhea that creates a series of loud splashes in The toiletwater. Often accompanied by an Escapee. Try using a Camo-Cough with an Astaire.
UNCLE REED: A bathroom user who seems to linger around forever. Could Spend extended lengths of time in front of the mirror or sitting on the pot. An Uncle Reed makes it difficult to relax while on the crapper, as you should always wait to deuce when the bathroom is empty. This benefits you aswell as the other bathroom attendees.
TMI!!!!
1. What is the meanest thing you've ever done/said to a lover/loved one?
I couldnt even began to name the meanest things... I can get pretty cruel... and I have no issues w/arguing... however.. I remember once.. back when my ex and I had seperated, cuz he decided to start doing a stripper... I went thru a phase of making myself feel pretty by being a, um, well.. yeah.. to many one nighters.. anyhow... I remember he undressed I looked at it.. and said.. "Youve got to be kidding me!" needless to say.. he got dressed and left..
2. Have you ever had sex on an elevator?
no...
3. Have you ever lied about a rash and said it was a birthmark? OR Have you ever lied about a birthmark and said it was a rash?
um.. no rashes here.. and no birthmarks.. I was found under a rock...
4. Have you ever had sex on a beach or in the water at a beach/pool?
Yes to the beach! It was a spur of the moment thing.. no blanket.. and sand in the ass isnt NOT fun!!!! not in the water at the beach.. but I have done it in a lake, and hot tub..
5. How old are you? 34
How old do you feel? depends on the day.. some days I feel like Im in my late teens early 20's.. other days.. I swear Im on deaths door..
6. Have you or your partner been injured so badly during sex that you/they had to go to the hospital? we injured ourselves alright.. but due to the "enhanced" state of ourselves.. we decided not to go to the ER or DR or anything.. we were both flying high on Acid.. and well.. you dont "cum" until you come down.. and well.. Acid can be hours worth of flying high pleasure.. but.. well.. 5 hrs later.. I hurt SO BAD..raw.. I dont know how else to put it.. raw raw raw
7. Have you been to a strip club or "titty bar"? (Hooters does NOT count.) If so, did you get a lap dance? LOL.. LMAO.. oh my god!!! Here's a hell of a story!!!
Feb 2007 - Family went to Reno... my dad.. 2 brothers, their wives.. and little ol' me....
My Dad & oldest brother were sitting at some video poker games as I walked by.. we all started talking and then Dad brings up the idea to head to the strip club next door..
And off we went.. and let the games began!!!!
We walk in.. sit down.. start drinking.. proceed to drink.. the strippers are dancing.. this was one of the higher class joints.. spendy drinks.. low lights, alot of red and black material on the walls.. plush leather seats.. and hardly anyone in the place.. the "bouncers" wore black dress pants & white dress shirts w/ties..
Happy hour roll's around.. thank gawd... the drinks started flowing.. at first..I was a little uncomfy.. until a stripper walks around.. and she's talking to my dad, then looks at me... walks over and try's to convince me that I want a lap dance.. Im not drunk enough..Im good..
this gal..who was barely 21.. puts her hand on my shoulder and slowly runs it down my shoulder to the top of my chest... into my shirt..and starts playing w/my nipple..
People.. I was in utter & complete shock.. I wasnt drunk.. but I was slightly buzzed.. and well.. my only response to her was.. Damn..your hands are cold!!!
Dad & Brother laughed.. the girl laughed.. and told me to let her know when I was ready for the lap dance...
Were sitting, were drinking, were watching.. and this guy walks over.. ask's me if I will give the dancer a dollar.. um.. sure.. I walk up to the dancer.. hand her my dollar.. turn around..sit down..
he thanks me.. and then I start asking him questions.. like.. why doesnt he do it.. He's shy.. get over his shyness do it himself.. oh no.. he's to shy... so forth and so on..
he gives me more $$ to take to the next "dancer" I walk up.. try to hand her the $$.. she decides she's gonna take the dollar stick it down my shirt ( I was wearing a tanktop) and pull it out w/her teeth..while her hands were feeling me up.. oh yeah.. that's right..
Then.. she stopped in the middle of her little seductive dance, and asked me where I got my boob job done.. cuz my Dr did an excellent job.. they feel so REAL... um.. honey.. they are real..
natural 42DD that's me.. still firm.. even after 2 kids!!! This gal was amazed.. so she grabs the top of my tank..and rips it down..and expose's my boob.. which.. didnt really bother me.. cuz.. well..Im a flasher.. I will flash my boobs w/no issues.. I dont care.. there just mounds of flesh..
My father & brother were laughing there ass's off.. what a family bonding moment!!!
The evening progressed.. I was D R U N K !!! in fact we all were.. totalled.. gone.. buh buy.. oh my..
toasted.. so much more happene.d. but.. this is long enough..
Lets just say.. my sis n law was P I S S E D at my brother.. cuz he was so toasted.. my step n mommy.. well.. she just laughed it off..
My Dad, Brother and I had 5 hrs of hilarious, good old-fashioned family bonding at the Reno strip club!!!
I couldnt even began to name the meanest things... I can get pretty cruel... and I have no issues w/arguing... however.. I remember once.. back when my ex and I had seperated, cuz he decided to start doing a stripper... I went thru a phase of making myself feel pretty by being a, um, well.. yeah.. to many one nighters.. anyhow... I remember he undressed I looked at it.. and said.. "Youve got to be kidding me!" needless to say.. he got dressed and left..
2. Have you ever had sex on an elevator?
no...
3. Have you ever lied about a rash and said it was a birthmark? OR Have you ever lied about a birthmark and said it was a rash?
um.. no rashes here.. and no birthmarks.. I was found under a rock...
4. Have you ever had sex on a beach or in the water at a beach/pool?
Yes to the beach! It was a spur of the moment thing.. no blanket.. and sand in the ass isnt NOT fun!!!! not in the water at the beach.. but I have done it in a lake, and hot tub..
5. How old are you? 34
How old do you feel? depends on the day.. some days I feel like Im in my late teens early 20's.. other days.. I swear Im on deaths door..
6. Have you or your partner been injured so badly during sex that you/they had to go to the hospital? we injured ourselves alright.. but due to the "enhanced" state of ourselves.. we decided not to go to the ER or DR or anything.. we were both flying high on Acid.. and well.. you dont "cum" until you come down.. and well.. Acid can be hours worth of flying high pleasure.. but.. well.. 5 hrs later.. I hurt SO BAD..raw.. I dont know how else to put it.. raw raw raw
7. Have you been to a strip club or "titty bar"? (Hooters does NOT count.) If so, did you get a lap dance? LOL.. LMAO.. oh my god!!! Here's a hell of a story!!!
Feb 2007 - Family went to Reno... my dad.. 2 brothers, their wives.. and little ol' me....
My Dad & oldest brother were sitting at some video poker games as I walked by.. we all started talking and then Dad brings up the idea to head to the strip club next door..
And off we went.. and let the games began!!!!
We walk in.. sit down.. start drinking.. proceed to drink.. the strippers are dancing.. this was one of the higher class joints.. spendy drinks.. low lights, alot of red and black material on the walls.. plush leather seats.. and hardly anyone in the place.. the "bouncers" wore black dress pants & white dress shirts w/ties..
Happy hour roll's around.. thank gawd... the drinks started flowing.. at first..I was a little uncomfy.. until a stripper walks around.. and she's talking to my dad, then looks at me... walks over and try's to convince me that I want a lap dance.. Im not drunk enough..Im good..
this gal..who was barely 21.. puts her hand on my shoulder and slowly runs it down my shoulder to the top of my chest... into my shirt..and starts playing w/my nipple..
People.. I was in utter & complete shock.. I wasnt drunk.. but I was slightly buzzed.. and well.. my only response to her was.. Damn..your hands are cold!!!
Dad & Brother laughed.. the girl laughed.. and told me to let her know when I was ready for the lap dance...
Were sitting, were drinking, were watching.. and this guy walks over.. ask's me if I will give the dancer a dollar.. um.. sure.. I walk up to the dancer.. hand her my dollar.. turn around..sit down..
he thanks me.. and then I start asking him questions.. like.. why doesnt he do it.. He's shy.. get over his shyness do it himself.. oh no.. he's to shy... so forth and so on..
he gives me more $$ to take to the next "dancer" I walk up.. try to hand her the $$.. she decides she's gonna take the dollar stick it down my shirt ( I was wearing a tanktop) and pull it out w/her teeth..while her hands were feeling me up.. oh yeah.. that's right..
Then.. she stopped in the middle of her little seductive dance, and asked me where I got my boob job done.. cuz my Dr did an excellent job.. they feel so REAL... um.. honey.. they are real..
natural 42DD that's me.. still firm.. even after 2 kids!!! This gal was amazed.. so she grabs the top of my tank..and rips it down..and expose's my boob.. which.. didnt really bother me.. cuz.. well..Im a flasher.. I will flash my boobs w/no issues.. I dont care.. there just mounds of flesh..
My father & brother were laughing there ass's off.. what a family bonding moment!!!
The evening progressed.. I was D R U N K !!! in fact we all were.. totalled.. gone.. buh buy.. oh my..
toasted.. so much more happene.d. but.. this is long enough..
Lets just say.. my sis n law was P I S S E D at my brother.. cuz he was so toasted.. my step n mommy.. well.. she just laughed it off..
My Dad, Brother and I had 5 hrs of hilarious, good old-fashioned family bonding at the Reno strip club!!!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I dont see dead people
Well.. I know you all have been sitting on the edge of your seats.. waiting and waiting for me to give you an update.. so here it is..
I don't see dead people..
mainly.. by the time Saturday night rolled around.. I was so exhausted.. that I stayed home
pathetic huh?
Around 10:30 I did receive a phone call, stating that there was someone at the bar waiting for me. However.. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I believe I mumbled into the phone..that's nice, tell him Hi.. and another time.. and hung up :(
Yeah.. I guess sub-consciously I really didn't care if I saw him or not.
Maybe it's best to just keep him in my memory banks.
On to other news:
My son has decided to lie again.. about school, and grades... so.. I did the one and only thing I could think of.. ok..well two things..
I yanked away his summer vacation.. and sighned my happy little liar up for summer school.
Called his father, said.. oh so sorry.. as much as I know you want your son.. and as much as I NEED a vacation.. he will not be coming to Texas.. amazingly enough.. his father agreed, and instead of Wonder Mutt heading to see him, his Pop's will coming here to spend a week w/him while he's in summer school.. that's fine.. have fun..
However, we did discuss that if Wonder Mutt carries good grades, and passe's.. and since Summer school is only 4 weeks.. that maybe.. and I mean MAYBE... he will be able to go to Texas for 2 weeks.. but Im not telling Wonder Mutt that.. he needs to figure out that what Mamma says.. Mamma means!!!
Booga Butt was suppose to go to Minnesota for some time this summer to hang out w/Grammy, but damn if I cant find cheap airfare.. holy hell...
plus.. Im leaving in October to head to Cabo for a much needed week of relaxation.. I figured it's my 35th Birthday this year.. Im going on a freakin vacation w/no wee one's under foot.. no dog's to deal with.. no NOTHING.. just me, 7 close friends.. sand - sun - and a bucket of beer.. or 20!!! :)
Ok..that's it.. I got's to get my ass back to work.. or Im gonna get farther behind.. and trust me.. my ass is big enough!!! hahhahahaha.. I made funny..
Later
Peace
I don't see dead people..
mainly.. by the time Saturday night rolled around.. I was so exhausted.. that I stayed home
pathetic huh?
Around 10:30 I did receive a phone call, stating that there was someone at the bar waiting for me. However.. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I believe I mumbled into the phone..that's nice, tell him Hi.. and another time.. and hung up :(
Yeah.. I guess sub-consciously I really didn't care if I saw him or not.
Maybe it's best to just keep him in my memory banks.
On to other news:
My son has decided to lie again.. about school, and grades... so.. I did the one and only thing I could think of.. ok..well two things..
I yanked away his summer vacation.. and sighned my happy little liar up for summer school.
Called his father, said.. oh so sorry.. as much as I know you want your son.. and as much as I NEED a vacation.. he will not be coming to Texas.. amazingly enough.. his father agreed, and instead of Wonder Mutt heading to see him, his Pop's will coming here to spend a week w/him while he's in summer school.. that's fine.. have fun..
However, we did discuss that if Wonder Mutt carries good grades, and passe's.. and since Summer school is only 4 weeks.. that maybe.. and I mean MAYBE... he will be able to go to Texas for 2 weeks.. but Im not telling Wonder Mutt that.. he needs to figure out that what Mamma says.. Mamma means!!!
Booga Butt was suppose to go to Minnesota for some time this summer to hang out w/Grammy, but damn if I cant find cheap airfare.. holy hell...
plus.. Im leaving in October to head to Cabo for a much needed week of relaxation.. I figured it's my 35th Birthday this year.. Im going on a freakin vacation w/no wee one's under foot.. no dog's to deal with.. no NOTHING.. just me, 7 close friends.. sand - sun - and a bucket of beer.. or 20!!! :)
Ok..that's it.. I got's to get my ass back to work.. or Im gonna get farther behind.. and trust me.. my ass is big enough!!! hahhahahaha.. I made funny..
Later
Peace
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Walking Dead
One of my memories that I posted about on my Friday memories post.. was concerning a guy I dated in high school. I was 16 he was 23. (my apologies Im not sure how to link the post to this, as Im not puter savvy)
Anyhow...
About 5 yrs ago, a dear friend of mine called to inform me that he had passed away. It broke my heart, I cried, I mourned, I grieved, I processed I moved on.
Tuesday night.. my dear friend called me, we were talking and all the sudden he says..
"oh.. Jim's not Dead"
As I sat there, processing what he said.. I started thinking.. this is a cruel sick joke.
Which I said out loud..
"seriously.. he's not.. he's been in San Diego for the last 7 yrs... it wasnt his obit in the paper!"
my reply.. "excuse me?"
I believe for every time my friend told me what happened... I continued to say excuse me
As my mind whirled.. my heart beat, and my breathing becomes irratic....
"excuse me? How do you know for sure? Did you see him?"
"yes" he replies " he came back into town on Friday.. and we hung out all day Saturday.. seems there was another guy, same aprox age, same first and last name.. from same area...
Mind boggeling..
So.. he's alive.. in town.. and here...
I have been trippin.. for lack of better words..
my mind has been racing..
So.. Ive decided that Im going to go find him.. I found out where he's gonna be Saturday night..
and Im going to look up my old' high school sweetheart.. and look into those piercing blue eyes.. and just say Hi..
should be interesting to say the least...
Anyhow...
About 5 yrs ago, a dear friend of mine called to inform me that he had passed away. It broke my heart, I cried, I mourned, I grieved, I processed I moved on.
Tuesday night.. my dear friend called me, we were talking and all the sudden he says..
"oh.. Jim's not Dead"
As I sat there, processing what he said.. I started thinking.. this is a cruel sick joke.
Which I said out loud..
"seriously.. he's not.. he's been in San Diego for the last 7 yrs... it wasnt his obit in the paper!"
my reply.. "excuse me?"
I believe for every time my friend told me what happened... I continued to say excuse me
As my mind whirled.. my heart beat, and my breathing becomes irratic....
"excuse me? How do you know for sure? Did you see him?"
"yes" he replies " he came back into town on Friday.. and we hung out all day Saturday.. seems there was another guy, same aprox age, same first and last name.. from same area...
Mind boggeling..
So.. he's alive.. in town.. and here...
I have been trippin.. for lack of better words..
my mind has been racing..
So.. Ive decided that Im going to go find him.. I found out where he's gonna be Saturday night..
and Im going to look up my old' high school sweetheart.. and look into those piercing blue eyes.. and just say Hi..
should be interesting to say the least...
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Till Death do us part
Death is on the for front for me today..
Friday a guy I knew.. not really well, but knew of, passed away.
I feel for his family.. he has 2 young children.. and a girlfriend who worshipped him.
He was only 28 yrs old.
This brings things to close to home.. as I sit and think all the "what ifs"
What if, god forbid, I was to pass..
talking about it, makes my skin crawl, it's almost as if I will bring it to close to home.
Im not afraid to die.. it's part of the natural progression of things. But it worries me, just because of my wee ones.
Makes me realize all the things I need to put into place if that day were to come sooner than expected. Who will they live with? The fact that they need to stay together, and that I dont want them split up and I do NOT want them going to be w/their fathers.
Why not their fathers?
Wonder Mutt's dad is fine, they have a good relationship, they love one another, and his father would take good care of him. But then what about Booga Butt?
Her father is worthless, cant hold a job, does drugs, has no place to live. No, that wont do at all..
and shouldnt they be together? Raised together, under the same roof? Allowed to be w/one another to support each other in times of need?
But I know what will happen... there will be a never ending court battle.. each father will want their child. Regardless if it will be the right thing or not.
Wonder Mutt's father, because of love..
Booga Butt's father.. because of the life insurance... not because of the love..
What to do? I need to put something in place.. living will or something..
will it make a difference? Will my wishes be met?
Will the best interest of the children be met?
Will I never find eternal peace?
Because, my soul will never rest until they are of an age to defend themselves.. until I know they are safe. I will forever float the earth, verifying that the wee ones are secure, safe, and loved.
Rest in Peace Kevin... you will be greatly missed by all those that loved you, knew you, and cherished you.
Peace
Friday a guy I knew.. not really well, but knew of, passed away.
I feel for his family.. he has 2 young children.. and a girlfriend who worshipped him.
He was only 28 yrs old.
This brings things to close to home.. as I sit and think all the "what ifs"
What if, god forbid, I was to pass..
talking about it, makes my skin crawl, it's almost as if I will bring it to close to home.
Im not afraid to die.. it's part of the natural progression of things. But it worries me, just because of my wee ones.
Makes me realize all the things I need to put into place if that day were to come sooner than expected. Who will they live with? The fact that they need to stay together, and that I dont want them split up and I do NOT want them going to be w/their fathers.
Why not their fathers?
Wonder Mutt's dad is fine, they have a good relationship, they love one another, and his father would take good care of him. But then what about Booga Butt?
Her father is worthless, cant hold a job, does drugs, has no place to live. No, that wont do at all..
and shouldnt they be together? Raised together, under the same roof? Allowed to be w/one another to support each other in times of need?
But I know what will happen... there will be a never ending court battle.. each father will want their child. Regardless if it will be the right thing or not.
Wonder Mutt's father, because of love..
Booga Butt's father.. because of the life insurance... not because of the love..
What to do? I need to put something in place.. living will or something..
will it make a difference? Will my wishes be met?
Will the best interest of the children be met?
Will I never find eternal peace?
Because, my soul will never rest until they are of an age to defend themselves.. until I know they are safe. I will forever float the earth, verifying that the wee ones are secure, safe, and loved.
Rest in Peace Kevin... you will be greatly missed by all those that loved you, knew you, and cherished you.
Peace
Friday, June 01, 2007
The Beautiful One
Again, Im here.. to write about nothingness
What's up with that?
My life has become so non-existant that NOTHING is happening.
I guess it's to be expected, my teen years were far from ordinary.
So.. I guess I will fill you in on my boy child.. Wonder Mutt!
I recieved a call on Wed from his Science teacher, concerning his low grade average.
So, yesterday morning I decided to drive my Wonder Mutt to school, and have an impromptu conf w/the teacher. Little did I realize, there are panic buttons installed at spots thru out the room to bring other teachers at the drop of a hat.
As I sat there, speaking to his science teacher, I realize she has a look upon her, one of panic or scorn.. or maybe both.. as we sat there, and she starts telling me what a defiant, argumentative child I have, the door opens, and in walks another teacher.. sits down.. and then.. the door opens.. in walks another teacher.. sit's down... by this time.. Im feeling as if Im in the hot seat now. Not Wonder Mutt... me.. the Mommy.. the parent..the giver of life.. Im in the hot seat, I am transformed back to my pre-adolesence.. back to the time's when I was called in front of the teacher w/my own parents. Back to a time when corporal punishment was allowed in schools.
Back to when the words were spoken out of my fathers mouth. "You have my permission to swat her ass!" oh yeah.. I remember that swat from the Principal to this day. I was in 6th grade, got busted for shooting spit wads on the school bus at Lori. I think my ass still stings from that swat, w/the wooden paddle that had holes drilled into it, and was bright red.
Sitting there, listening to those teachers, looking at me, w/wonder on their faces as to what kind of parent am I, these givers of knowledge, wondering, how this young beautiful mother, could be a parent at such a young tender age. How could she, be the mother of this defiant, argumentative spawn. Then my son opens his mouth, to argue w/his teacher, and this young, vibrant, beautiful mother's head starts spinning out of control, and words of hystaria start spewing from her mouth, and she smacks her kid in the arm in front of the teachers.....
Wonder Mutt, doesnt react, he realizes his gorgeous mother has lost her cool...and he best close his mouth
The Givers of Knowledge.. sit in awe... realizing they are in the presence of greatness... that this young beautiful mother will control her young!
Ok..enough bullshit... my kid is a little shit!!! and yes, I did smack the boy in his arm for trying to argue, in front of me, w/the teacher.. I informed the teachers I am but a phone call away ( I only work 10 min away from the school) and I have NO issue w/showing up at school and taking Wonder Mutt by his hand, walking him to each class, and sitting w/him. If he needs me to hold his hand thru the day.. I will be HAPPY to do it..
As you see, this young, vibrant, beautiful Mother.. has a twin, the evil, sadistic Mom.. whose head spins around and spew's words of meanness... and lives to embarrass her young..
I warned the young punk.. that if he didnt behave.. I would wear something so awful to school that I would make DAMN sure I would embarass him, so that in his senior year of high school they will STILL be talking about his crazy ass, sadastic, yet beautiful, Mommy!!!
What's up with that?
My life has become so non-existant that NOTHING is happening.
I guess it's to be expected, my teen years were far from ordinary.
So.. I guess I will fill you in on my boy child.. Wonder Mutt!
I recieved a call on Wed from his Science teacher, concerning his low grade average.
So, yesterday morning I decided to drive my Wonder Mutt to school, and have an impromptu conf w/the teacher. Little did I realize, there are panic buttons installed at spots thru out the room to bring other teachers at the drop of a hat.
As I sat there, speaking to his science teacher, I realize she has a look upon her, one of panic or scorn.. or maybe both.. as we sat there, and she starts telling me what a defiant, argumentative child I have, the door opens, and in walks another teacher.. sits down.. and then.. the door opens.. in walks another teacher.. sit's down... by this time.. Im feeling as if Im in the hot seat now. Not Wonder Mutt... me.. the Mommy.. the parent..the giver of life.. Im in the hot seat, I am transformed back to my pre-adolesence.. back to the time's when I was called in front of the teacher w/my own parents. Back to a time when corporal punishment was allowed in schools.
Back to when the words were spoken out of my fathers mouth. "You have my permission to swat her ass!" oh yeah.. I remember that swat from the Principal to this day. I was in 6th grade, got busted for shooting spit wads on the school bus at Lori. I think my ass still stings from that swat, w/the wooden paddle that had holes drilled into it, and was bright red.
Sitting there, listening to those teachers, looking at me, w/wonder on their faces as to what kind of parent am I, these givers of knowledge, wondering, how this young beautiful mother, could be a parent at such a young tender age. How could she, be the mother of this defiant, argumentative spawn. Then my son opens his mouth, to argue w/his teacher, and this young, vibrant, beautiful mother's head starts spinning out of control, and words of hystaria start spewing from her mouth, and she smacks her kid in the arm in front of the teachers.....
Wonder Mutt, doesnt react, he realizes his gorgeous mother has lost her cool...and he best close his mouth
The Givers of Knowledge.. sit in awe... realizing they are in the presence of greatness... that this young beautiful mother will control her young!
Ok..enough bullshit... my kid is a little shit!!! and yes, I did smack the boy in his arm for trying to argue, in front of me, w/the teacher.. I informed the teachers I am but a phone call away ( I only work 10 min away from the school) and I have NO issue w/showing up at school and taking Wonder Mutt by his hand, walking him to each class, and sitting w/him. If he needs me to hold his hand thru the day.. I will be HAPPY to do it..
As you see, this young, vibrant, beautiful Mother.. has a twin, the evil, sadistic Mom.. whose head spins around and spew's words of meanness... and lives to embarrass her young..
I warned the young punk.. that if he didnt behave.. I would wear something so awful to school that I would make DAMN sure I would embarass him, so that in his senior year of high school they will STILL be talking about his crazy ass, sadastic, yet beautiful, Mommy!!!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
TMI Tuesday and other ho hums
3 day weekends are great.. except the coming back to work part.
Why is it that 4 day work weeks are longer than your regurlar 5 day work week?
Memorial weekend was uneventful... yet busy.. no drama thank gawd.. well.. except one small piece of drama, that doesnt directly affect me.. but none-the-less it pissed me right the fuck off.
As you have all read in previous post's I used to date a guy by the name of Rick... we dated about..hmm... almost 2 yrs a year ago.. when he and I started dating.. he was down and out.. no job, no place to live.. and like I normally do.. I pick up these guys, dust them off and attempt my best to get them back on their feet... (dont ask, Im a sucker for losers)
Well.. my brother got him a job, paid overtime, medical benefits.. and I allowed him to move in with me.. all was great.. things were moving right along, until one day he and I decided that after a year of dating.. it just wasnt worth it anymore.. time to move on from one another (the main issue was, he decided that drinking was more important than paying his part of the bills)
So fast forward to now.. he and I lost touch.. last I heard, he went back to his old scummy ways.. went to jail for 8 months.. for theft.. he and his brother decided to go back to their ways of breaking and entering, stealing, and whatever the hell else those losers do. Well his brother is in prison now.. 8 yrs for 1st degree theft (hope he rots there) and Rick is looking at 10 yrs, assuming the fucker ever gets caught... he's got warrants out for his arrest.
Well.. Sunday evening.. my brother gets a call to come to his office.. seems good ol' rick decided to steal from my brother.. syphon some gas out of some work trucks.. him and his other brother..
Now.. this doesnt directly affect me.. or does it? After all my family has done for this worthless piece of shit, he turns around and steals from him? Well my brother showed up, and DOESNT CALL THE COPS!!!! Talks to him, gets his side of the story.. and then lets him have some old old gas thats been sitting around in a dead car.. and sends him on his way!!!!
My brother.. is either really stupid.. or is living in a rose colored world.
I wonder what my brother would say, if I told him that the guy that was with Rick was his LEVEL 3 sex offender brother!!!! yeah.. I said it.. he just got out of prison...
Gawd I know some really scum of the earth people!!!
I swear, if I ever see that ten-dick-a-day-scum-gutter-guzzeling-whore again... it will be to soon ( I figure that analogy will be best as that's what he's gonna become in prison)
He's gonna get my fist, straight into his effing nose!!!
Ok.. Onto TMI Tuesday..
1. When you orgasm, do you hold your breath? Yes... but, sadly I raraely orgasm..it really hard for me to orgasm.. but when I do.. I tend to stop breathing...and my body twitches.. there are a handful of guys that have given me orgasms!
2. Have you ever had sex or played around with a celebrity? um.. do my dreams count? They get pretty graphic
3. Do you think prostitution should be legal? yes
Why or why not? I think if it was legal, we would have less sex crimes.. but, prostitues, male/female, need to be registered, and made to take all STD test's every 3 months..
4. How do you masturbate? Do you romance yourself? romance myself? huh? whisper sweet nothings into my ear? LMAO.. that's funny
Get straight to the point? depends on how horny I am.. sometimes.. I get in the mood to just get down and dirty.. and go to town w/Bob... other times.. I want to play in the shower w/myself.. rubbing soap all over my body and just feeling my self..
Read erotic material? I dont read erotic material.. but.. I do get those occasions where I enjoy a good porno.. something about watching someone get slammed.. is kind of erotic... :)
5. Which gives you the most pleasure - intercourse, masturbating for/with your partner, being masturbated by your partner?
Honestly... I think it's a mood thing.. I mean.. if every time is the same, doesnt sex w/your partner get boring?
it all boils down to.. being sensual.. to erotic, to aggressive, to trying new things.. I like variety.. but it's a mood thing.. a time thing..make up sex... so forth and so on..
You know what I mean?
Ok.. Im out..
Peace
Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had a crush on a relative?
Why is it that 4 day work weeks are longer than your regurlar 5 day work week?
Memorial weekend was uneventful... yet busy.. no drama thank gawd.. well.. except one small piece of drama, that doesnt directly affect me.. but none-the-less it pissed me right the fuck off.
As you have all read in previous post's I used to date a guy by the name of Rick... we dated about..hmm... almost 2 yrs a year ago.. when he and I started dating.. he was down and out.. no job, no place to live.. and like I normally do.. I pick up these guys, dust them off and attempt my best to get them back on their feet... (dont ask, Im a sucker for losers)
Well.. my brother got him a job, paid overtime, medical benefits.. and I allowed him to move in with me.. all was great.. things were moving right along, until one day he and I decided that after a year of dating.. it just wasnt worth it anymore.. time to move on from one another (the main issue was, he decided that drinking was more important than paying his part of the bills)
So fast forward to now.. he and I lost touch.. last I heard, he went back to his old scummy ways.. went to jail for 8 months.. for theft.. he and his brother decided to go back to their ways of breaking and entering, stealing, and whatever the hell else those losers do. Well his brother is in prison now.. 8 yrs for 1st degree theft (hope he rots there) and Rick is looking at 10 yrs, assuming the fucker ever gets caught... he's got warrants out for his arrest.
Well.. Sunday evening.. my brother gets a call to come to his office.. seems good ol' rick decided to steal from my brother.. syphon some gas out of some work trucks.. him and his other brother..
Now.. this doesnt directly affect me.. or does it? After all my family has done for this worthless piece of shit, he turns around and steals from him? Well my brother showed up, and DOESNT CALL THE COPS!!!! Talks to him, gets his side of the story.. and then lets him have some old old gas thats been sitting around in a dead car.. and sends him on his way!!!!
My brother.. is either really stupid.. or is living in a rose colored world.
I wonder what my brother would say, if I told him that the guy that was with Rick was his LEVEL 3 sex offender brother!!!! yeah.. I said it.. he just got out of prison...
Gawd I know some really scum of the earth people!!!
I swear, if I ever see that ten-dick-a-day-scum-gutter-guzzeling-whore again... it will be to soon ( I figure that analogy will be best as that's what he's gonna become in prison)
He's gonna get my fist, straight into his effing nose!!!
Ok.. Onto TMI Tuesday..
1. When you orgasm, do you hold your breath? Yes... but, sadly I raraely orgasm..it really hard for me to orgasm.. but when I do.. I tend to stop breathing...and my body twitches.. there are a handful of guys that have given me orgasms!
2. Have you ever had sex or played around with a celebrity? um.. do my dreams count? They get pretty graphic
3. Do you think prostitution should be legal? yes
Why or why not? I think if it was legal, we would have less sex crimes.. but, prostitues, male/female, need to be registered, and made to take all STD test's every 3 months..
4. How do you masturbate? Do you romance yourself? romance myself? huh? whisper sweet nothings into my ear? LMAO.. that's funny
Get straight to the point? depends on how horny I am.. sometimes.. I get in the mood to just get down and dirty.. and go to town w/Bob... other times.. I want to play in the shower w/myself.. rubbing soap all over my body and just feeling my self..
Read erotic material? I dont read erotic material.. but.. I do get those occasions where I enjoy a good porno.. something about watching someone get slammed.. is kind of erotic... :)
5. Which gives you the most pleasure - intercourse, masturbating for/with your partner, being masturbated by your partner?
Honestly... I think it's a mood thing.. I mean.. if every time is the same, doesnt sex w/your partner get boring?
it all boils down to.. being sensual.. to erotic, to aggressive, to trying new things.. I like variety.. but it's a mood thing.. a time thing..make up sex... so forth and so on..
You know what I mean?
Ok.. Im out..
Peace
Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had a crush on a relative?
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Ramblings from an exhausted women
It's hard to post when there really isnt anything worthy of posting about.
So my apologies to all my 5 readers out there in blogger land, however, like you really want to read about my ho hum existance.
I havnt kept up w/anything, my Friday Confessionals have wavered, not that I dont have more tantalizing stories to bore you to tears, it's just that, some of the stories I have to tell you, Im just not sure how to put them down onto blogger roll. I read back over some of my other posts and I think to myself.. what.. am I in middle school again? My writing seems to me like some bad essay that I failed misreably on.
My current life seems to be stuck in a black hole, that is slowly spiraling. I take steps forward, just to have to remove my shoes, retrace my steps; clean off my souls since I have stepped in a ton of shit along my path. Sooner or later, there has to be a platform up ahead where I can take a seat and order a stiff drink and put my feet up. Wonder to myself if this craziness will ever cease.
I have put in 18 hrs of overtime in the last 3 days, Im completely exhausted. I cant see straight, cant think straight, and as I type this, I continuelly have to go back delete what I have written just to correct the wording or the spelling. If my grammar teacher could read this now there is no doubt in my blonde head he would flunk my ass and make me repeat his happy-ass class!
On these ramblings.. as that's all Im doing now, Im off to figure out why I have a customer trying to establish SS7 with another provider when they have direct connections with them, and dont need to be going thru a 3 party vendor. How much easier my life would be if I could just win a few million measly dollars.
Cio bella!!
Peace
So my apologies to all my 5 readers out there in blogger land, however, like you really want to read about my ho hum existance.
I havnt kept up w/anything, my Friday Confessionals have wavered, not that I dont have more tantalizing stories to bore you to tears, it's just that, some of the stories I have to tell you, Im just not sure how to put them down onto blogger roll. I read back over some of my other posts and I think to myself.. what.. am I in middle school again? My writing seems to me like some bad essay that I failed misreably on.
My current life seems to be stuck in a black hole, that is slowly spiraling. I take steps forward, just to have to remove my shoes, retrace my steps; clean off my souls since I have stepped in a ton of shit along my path. Sooner or later, there has to be a platform up ahead where I can take a seat and order a stiff drink and put my feet up. Wonder to myself if this craziness will ever cease.
I have put in 18 hrs of overtime in the last 3 days, Im completely exhausted. I cant see straight, cant think straight, and as I type this, I continuelly have to go back delete what I have written just to correct the wording or the spelling. If my grammar teacher could read this now there is no doubt in my blonde head he would flunk my ass and make me repeat his happy-ass class!
On these ramblings.. as that's all Im doing now, Im off to figure out why I have a customer trying to establish SS7 with another provider when they have direct connections with them, and dont need to be going thru a 3 party vendor. How much easier my life would be if I could just win a few million measly dollars.
Cio bella!!
Peace
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
TMI...
1. Have you ever used foods in your sexual activities (ie; whipped cream, syrup, popsicles) and how did you use them?
Yes.. whip cream is always fun.. however there is something about ice.. I love it when he has an ice cube in his mouth and then goes down on me.. OMG..!!!! his hot mouth w/that combination of coldness up against me...turns me on!!!
2. If your SO asked you to get them off using only your toes - would you do it and how?
Im sorry WHAT?
3. Would you ever participate in an orgy? Have you?
would I??? Depends on how much tequila I have drank.. Ive had three-somes.. me 2 guys.. and me a girl and a guy.. those were um.. hmm.. interesting to say the least.. but honestly.. an all out orgy.. I think that would just kind of gag me.. to many noises, however.. I could do the whole voyeur thing.. can I just watch???
4. What can a lover do to turn you on instantly?
kiss my neck.. I dont know what it is, but come up behind me, slowly run your hands across my lower back and start nuzzeling my neck.. and Im yours...
5. Describe your favorite piece of lingerie or undergarments on yourself or your mate. (PICS PLEASE!!!) yeah..no pics.. however..
I have a black long nighty, that's lace across the bust w/tiny thin straps.. slit up both sides, low dip in the back.. I want to feel his hands running across the satin...
Bonus (as in optional): Describe the best orgasm you've ever had. ;)
oh lord... the one I remember the fondest.. was years ago.. he was away on military leave.. had been gone for 3 weeks.. came home for a weekend.. we didnt even make it to the bedroom.. we attacked each other, in the front room as he was backing me towards the bedroom, we landed on the floor in the door way of the hall way and bedroom.. OMG... that orgasm was the longest Ive ever had.. and I had some nasty ass carpet burn on my lower back..
I miss that.. I want another like it :(
Yes.. whip cream is always fun.. however there is something about ice.. I love it when he has an ice cube in his mouth and then goes down on me.. OMG..!!!! his hot mouth w/that combination of coldness up against me...turns me on!!!
2. If your SO asked you to get them off using only your toes - would you do it and how?
Im sorry WHAT?
3. Would you ever participate in an orgy? Have you?
would I??? Depends on how much tequila I have drank.. Ive had three-somes.. me 2 guys.. and me a girl and a guy.. those were um.. hmm.. interesting to say the least.. but honestly.. an all out orgy.. I think that would just kind of gag me.. to many noises, however.. I could do the whole voyeur thing.. can I just watch???
4. What can a lover do to turn you on instantly?
kiss my neck.. I dont know what it is, but come up behind me, slowly run your hands across my lower back and start nuzzeling my neck.. and Im yours...
5. Describe your favorite piece of lingerie or undergarments on yourself or your mate. (PICS PLEASE!!!) yeah..no pics.. however..
I have a black long nighty, that's lace across the bust w/tiny thin straps.. slit up both sides, low dip in the back.. I want to feel his hands running across the satin...
Bonus (as in optional): Describe the best orgasm you've ever had. ;)
oh lord... the one I remember the fondest.. was years ago.. he was away on military leave.. had been gone for 3 weeks.. came home for a weekend.. we didnt even make it to the bedroom.. we attacked each other, in the front room as he was backing me towards the bedroom, we landed on the floor in the door way of the hall way and bedroom.. OMG... that orgasm was the longest Ive ever had.. and I had some nasty ass carpet burn on my lower back..
I miss that.. I want another like it :(
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
TMI Tuesday....
Here we go....
1) What sight, sound, smell, object or whatever most remind you of a special someone?
hmm.... Im not sure if any of these really remind me of him.. I think it's just memories that remind me of him.. or certain times of the day that will bring on a memory of some sort..
2. Favourite body part/parts of the opposite (or same) sex?
Im a hands gal.. I love men's hands.. I think it's because the bigger their hands, the more skin they can touch on my body. Plus I have big hands.. not fat.. just big.. and I want my man to have hands that are bigger than mine.
Same sex.. Im a boobs gal.. I dont care how big.. or how small.. but either way they have to be real.. I dont wanna be touch silicone.. no offense to anyone.. It's just me...
3. Do you prefer to give or receive? Im a giver.. I love to please him.. I want to hear him moan/groan and say things... It makes me feel good to know that I can please him, I think that's a turn on in itself... however.. he sure as hell better be giving it to me in the end!!! LOL
4. One night stands- What's the protocol? Stay the night or get the hell outta there?
Sadly..Ive had my few one-nighters.. my protocol.. get the hell outta there.. wham bam... thank you.. now buh bye!!! There's a reason it's called a one-nighter.. you dont wanna mess up the good karma by all the messy talking in the morning!!!
5. What is the strangest place you've had sex?
Strangest place.. a bathroom in the downtown area after the 4th of July firework display.. little did we know that there was a line outside the door waiting for us to get done. Everyone started clapping cuz we carried on so loudly..
Bonus (as in optional): How old were you when you lost your virginity? Im gonna sound like such a slut here..but whatever.. I was almost 13..
Who was it to? his name was Sean
Describe the event:
describe the event.. oh wow.. it all started out as a huge joke.. my friend at the time wanted his friend at the time.. but.. his friend wouldnt date my friend, unless I dated his friend.. did that make any sense???? So.. I started to date Sean.. my friend Suz started dating his friend Cody.. and one thing led to another and Sean and I ended up in his room at his house on his bed.. and my clothes ended up on the floor.. I woke up the next morning to his Mother standing at the end of the bed, telling us to get up.. our breakfast was on the table.. that's right..
His Mother caught us.. however.. she said not a word to either of us.. we got up, got dressed, went to the table, his mom walked into his room.. stripped the bed.. and I was so fucking mortified.. I just got up and walked out of the house and ran to my friends house.. little did I realize.. it was all a setup.. Sean wanted me.. Cody didnt want Suz.. they did nothing..
All in all.. no biggie.. Sean and I dated maybe 3 whole days.. before I said.. buh bye..
and that's the end of that!!!
1) What sight, sound, smell, object or whatever most remind you of a special someone?
hmm.... Im not sure if any of these really remind me of him.. I think it's just memories that remind me of him.. or certain times of the day that will bring on a memory of some sort..
2. Favourite body part/parts of the opposite (or same) sex?
Im a hands gal.. I love men's hands.. I think it's because the bigger their hands, the more skin they can touch on my body. Plus I have big hands.. not fat.. just big.. and I want my man to have hands that are bigger than mine.
Same sex.. Im a boobs gal.. I dont care how big.. or how small.. but either way they have to be real.. I dont wanna be touch silicone.. no offense to anyone.. It's just me...
3. Do you prefer to give or receive? Im a giver.. I love to please him.. I want to hear him moan/groan and say things... It makes me feel good to know that I can please him, I think that's a turn on in itself... however.. he sure as hell better be giving it to me in the end!!! LOL
4. One night stands- What's the protocol? Stay the night or get the hell outta there?
Sadly..Ive had my few one-nighters.. my protocol.. get the hell outta there.. wham bam... thank you.. now buh bye!!! There's a reason it's called a one-nighter.. you dont wanna mess up the good karma by all the messy talking in the morning!!!
5. What is the strangest place you've had sex?
Strangest place.. a bathroom in the downtown area after the 4th of July firework display.. little did we know that there was a line outside the door waiting for us to get done. Everyone started clapping cuz we carried on so loudly..
Bonus (as in optional): How old were you when you lost your virginity? Im gonna sound like such a slut here..but whatever.. I was almost 13..
Who was it to? his name was Sean
Describe the event:
describe the event.. oh wow.. it all started out as a huge joke.. my friend at the time wanted his friend at the time.. but.. his friend wouldnt date my friend, unless I dated his friend.. did that make any sense???? So.. I started to date Sean.. my friend Suz started dating his friend Cody.. and one thing led to another and Sean and I ended up in his room at his house on his bed.. and my clothes ended up on the floor.. I woke up the next morning to his Mother standing at the end of the bed, telling us to get up.. our breakfast was on the table.. that's right..
His Mother caught us.. however.. she said not a word to either of us.. we got up, got dressed, went to the table, his mom walked into his room.. stripped the bed.. and I was so fucking mortified.. I just got up and walked out of the house and ran to my friends house.. little did I realize.. it was all a setup.. Sean wanted me.. Cody didnt want Suz.. they did nothing..
All in all.. no biggie.. Sean and I dated maybe 3 whole days.. before I said.. buh bye..
and that's the end of that!!!
Monday, May 07, 2007
Feel me?
It's Monday Monday!!! my weekend was good.. I can actually say that I have met someone who I think will stop me from all this self loving that's been going on in my bedroom!
Saturday was Cinco de Meyo.. so off to T-Town to a small get together. I invited my friend R - whom I have posted about prior, my one time fuck buddy who sadly he and I just kind of went our seperate ways. We continued to email.. but we never were able to contact in that oh so intimate way again.
Amazingly enough he showed up Saturday night, it was rather late, and the majority of the pary go'ers were gone, but there were a few of us left and we continued to talk and laugh and had a great time. It had been months since I had seen him and it was good to just reconnect w/him on a intellectual level. In all honesty, in the past he and I never really had just "talked" it was all about just gettin down and gettin dirty, which of course was a-ok w/me!!! But it was great to get to know him on a more serious side.
However my girlfriend, who had one to many Corona's decided she was gonna give him a piece of her mind and proceeds to lay into him about how he's been disrespecting me, and Im a great gal and he should wake up and realize this and so forth and so on and blah blah blah! He handled it with such a good sense of humor I was suprised! He agreed w/her, informed her that the relationship that he and I had in the past was "gonna change" (not sure what that means), his next statement thru me for a loop and Im still not sure if it was ment as a compliment or a slam.
Were chit chatting.. and as Im standing there, but obviously not really there as everyone is talking about me in front of me, R and my gal pal start talking about my qualities.. and R said that Im just like a guy... I say whats on my mind, Im overly honest, and I dont sugar coats things, at first when he met me he wasnt sure about me, but over the years he's come to appreciate me.
I looked at him and told him, straight up.. I dont have time for all the games and bullshit. Life is to short to attempt to sugar coat things and put a nice spin on everything. This is me, like it or dont.. he just smiled at me..
Anyhow.. the night continued on we all started talking about relationships and communication and what's important, I honestly have no clue how we got onto this subject by this time there were just 4 of us left standing me, R, T (my girlfriend) and another guy, who did nothing but laugh all night, he really was a great guy... kind of good looking too ;)
so, about 3:30ish... R decided it's time for him to go home, we head out to his car, he's all hugging me and kissing me.. tellin me he has really missed me, that his player days are over, he hopes to see me this weekend, so forth and so on...
He leaves and it freakin hits me!!! He's gonna be 39 w/in the next two weeks.. I remember him telling me a few times over the course of us knowing each other, he wants to be settled by 40! HA!!! Soooo... he's ready to settle down and get serious about dating? No more of this, gonna have her and her and her and her!
Well best of luck... I wont be in the running for him.. Im sure.. Im to much of a "guy"
ok ok.. I guess it kind of bugged me..
Anyhow.. so.. will he call this week to see me this weekend???? Does he truly miss me???
Im just like a guy??? WTF?!
Well I finally got home around 4:30... and had my way with myself.. I had to search the house for new batteries, as Bob I guess has been getting to much of a work out and needed to be revived!!!
Hmmm..will I hear from him?
Shit.. I feel like a fucking teenager!!!!
Peace Im out!!!
Saturday was Cinco de Meyo.. so off to T-Town to a small get together. I invited my friend R - whom I have posted about prior, my one time fuck buddy who sadly he and I just kind of went our seperate ways. We continued to email.. but we never were able to contact in that oh so intimate way again.
Amazingly enough he showed up Saturday night, it was rather late, and the majority of the pary go'ers were gone, but there were a few of us left and we continued to talk and laugh and had a great time. It had been months since I had seen him and it was good to just reconnect w/him on a intellectual level. In all honesty, in the past he and I never really had just "talked" it was all about just gettin down and gettin dirty, which of course was a-ok w/me!!! But it was great to get to know him on a more serious side.
However my girlfriend, who had one to many Corona's decided she was gonna give him a piece of her mind and proceeds to lay into him about how he's been disrespecting me, and Im a great gal and he should wake up and realize this and so forth and so on and blah blah blah! He handled it with such a good sense of humor I was suprised! He agreed w/her, informed her that the relationship that he and I had in the past was "gonna change" (not sure what that means), his next statement thru me for a loop and Im still not sure if it was ment as a compliment or a slam.
Were chit chatting.. and as Im standing there, but obviously not really there as everyone is talking about me in front of me, R and my gal pal start talking about my qualities.. and R said that Im just like a guy... I say whats on my mind, Im overly honest, and I dont sugar coats things, at first when he met me he wasnt sure about me, but over the years he's come to appreciate me.
I looked at him and told him, straight up.. I dont have time for all the games and bullshit. Life is to short to attempt to sugar coat things and put a nice spin on everything. This is me, like it or dont.. he just smiled at me..
Anyhow.. the night continued on we all started talking about relationships and communication and what's important, I honestly have no clue how we got onto this subject by this time there were just 4 of us left standing me, R, T (my girlfriend) and another guy, who did nothing but laugh all night, he really was a great guy... kind of good looking too ;)
so, about 3:30ish... R decided it's time for him to go home, we head out to his car, he's all hugging me and kissing me.. tellin me he has really missed me, that his player days are over, he hopes to see me this weekend, so forth and so on...
He leaves and it freakin hits me!!! He's gonna be 39 w/in the next two weeks.. I remember him telling me a few times over the course of us knowing each other, he wants to be settled by 40! HA!!! Soooo... he's ready to settle down and get serious about dating? No more of this, gonna have her and her and her and her!
Well best of luck... I wont be in the running for him.. Im sure.. Im to much of a "guy"
ok ok.. I guess it kind of bugged me..
Anyhow.. so.. will he call this week to see me this weekend???? Does he truly miss me???
Im just like a guy??? WTF?!
Well I finally got home around 4:30... and had my way with myself.. I had to search the house for new batteries, as Bob I guess has been getting to much of a work out and needed to be revived!!!
Hmmm..will I hear from him?
Shit.. I feel like a fucking teenager!!!!
Peace Im out!!!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Self Love
It's been almost a year since Ive felt a man inside me.
sometimes I wonder if it's me or the vibes that I am sending off?
Im not an unattractive women, more along the lines of just being fed up with the whole cat & mouse game of finding that perfect lover. Lets face it, no lover is perfect! There is always room for improvment. Whether that be him or me.
But what does it boil down to? I keep remembering that episode of Sex n the City where one of the girls gets a new dildo and refuses' to leave her apartment. Me and my play toy have had a lot of fun over the last few months. However I think Im getting tired of it.. I need some new vibrations :)
What's weird is that I have a huge sex drive, and I can read something, or think of something and instantly get turned on, I feel those nether regions of mine to start to tingle and get a little moist and then I cant stop thinking about getting into bed that evening and allowing my hands to roam my body, then pulling out bob (battery operated boyfriend) and having my way with him!
I rarely feel guilty over my enjoyments... I mean seriously why should I? I have been masterbating since I figured out what pleasure I could bring myself. Hell I started having sex at the young tender age of 12.. ok ok.. I was almost 13.. but.. once I figured out what I needed to do, what I enjoyed it was all about the release.
But, coming full circle, like I said, it's been almost a year. why so long you ask.. well.. I kind of swore off men, mainly because of the song and dance.. it's so much damn effort to get to know someone, to understand them, to figure out if there is a connection. All the games of dating are lost on me. Lets just get it on.. but.. on the flip side of this, is the whole STD issues. I dont want any of that.. I know I know there are condoms available... but.. I aint taking them back to my place I dont want some random stranger knowing where I live, and I sure as hell dont wanna go to their place... so then what?
I really need a fuck buddy... or a beneficial friend.. no strings attatched.. it's just sex.. like Pretty Women, no kissing cuz that makes it to intimate!!! HAHA...
Ok.. on this note all this talking makes me horny baby... guess I should head home, think about bed and let bob out of his drawer.. oh... yeah.. a nice hot shower w/the water beating down on ya is great too!!! haha... oh yeah ladies and gentlemen.. there is NOTHING wrong with a little self love!!!
Peace
sometimes I wonder if it's me or the vibes that I am sending off?
Im not an unattractive women, more along the lines of just being fed up with the whole cat & mouse game of finding that perfect lover. Lets face it, no lover is perfect! There is always room for improvment. Whether that be him or me.
But what does it boil down to? I keep remembering that episode of Sex n the City where one of the girls gets a new dildo and refuses' to leave her apartment. Me and my play toy have had a lot of fun over the last few months. However I think Im getting tired of it.. I need some new vibrations :)
What's weird is that I have a huge sex drive, and I can read something, or think of something and instantly get turned on, I feel those nether regions of mine to start to tingle and get a little moist and then I cant stop thinking about getting into bed that evening and allowing my hands to roam my body, then pulling out bob (battery operated boyfriend) and having my way with him!
I rarely feel guilty over my enjoyments... I mean seriously why should I? I have been masterbating since I figured out what pleasure I could bring myself. Hell I started having sex at the young tender age of 12.. ok ok.. I was almost 13.. but.. once I figured out what I needed to do, what I enjoyed it was all about the release.
But, coming full circle, like I said, it's been almost a year. why so long you ask.. well.. I kind of swore off men, mainly because of the song and dance.. it's so much damn effort to get to know someone, to understand them, to figure out if there is a connection. All the games of dating are lost on me. Lets just get it on.. but.. on the flip side of this, is the whole STD issues. I dont want any of that.. I know I know there are condoms available... but.. I aint taking them back to my place I dont want some random stranger knowing where I live, and I sure as hell dont wanna go to their place... so then what?
I really need a fuck buddy... or a beneficial friend.. no strings attatched.. it's just sex.. like Pretty Women, no kissing cuz that makes it to intimate!!! HAHA...
Ok.. on this note all this talking makes me horny baby... guess I should head home, think about bed and let bob out of his drawer.. oh... yeah.. a nice hot shower w/the water beating down on ya is great too!!! haha... oh yeah ladies and gentlemen.. there is NOTHING wrong with a little self love!!!
Peace
Thursday, April 26, 2007
What an ASS!!!
We all know those cute little computer symbols called "emoticons,"
where: :) means a smile
:( is a frown.
Sometimes these are represented by :-) :-(
Well, how about some "A$$ICONS?" Here goes
(_!_) a regular a$$
(__!__) a fat a$$
(!) a tight a$$
(_*_) a sore a$$
{_!_} a swishy a$$
(_x_) kiss my a$$
(_X_) leave my a$$ alone
(_zzz_) a tired a$$
(_E=mc2_) a smart a$$
(_$_) Money coming out of his a$$
(_?_) Dumb A$$
hahahaha.. just wanted to share some of my ass with you..
where: :) means a smile
:( is a frown.
Sometimes these are represented by :-) :-(
Well, how about some "A$$ICONS?" Here goes
(_!_) a regular a$$
(__!__) a fat a$$
(!) a tight a$$
(_*_) a sore a$$
{_!_} a swishy a$$
(_x_) kiss my a$$
(_X_) leave my a$$ alone
(_zzz_) a tired a$$
(_E=mc2_) a smart a$$
(_$_) Money coming out of his a$$
(_?_) Dumb A$$
hahahaha.. just wanted to share some of my ass with you..
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
It's another day in the week
I skipped out on Friday.. not from work.. but from blogging..
work has been so caotic, that I swear my boss has her boot up my ass.. because work is a total pain in my ass!!!!
So.. just a brief memory...
I started babysitting when I was about 12, probably rather young to be watching other peoples kids.. but it was a way for me to earn extra money... or to get my drugs...
I was introduced to pot around the same time.. I keep trying to remember what got me started into my corrupt world.. and for the life of me, I can not honestly remember.
It could be this reason, or that reason, or this time or that time... in all honestly I think it's a whole mess of cluster fucks that got me started on my down hill spiral.
S met this lady, I have no clue where nor can I remember her name at the moment..nor can I remember her kids name... but I remember her boyfriend.. and you will understand why.
Anyhow.. S met this lady, who loved to drink and smoke a whole lotta Mary Jane... she called S up one day and asked if there was a possibility of her babysitting her two young kids.. I remember there were 2.. a toddler and a baby... S's mom said that she couldnt go alone, so.. low and behold, S and I went to sit on a couple of snot nosed brats.
The wee ones were in bed when we arrived, (oh.. I just remembered her name.. the lady who we baby sat for.. Sandy!!!! LOL the memory is a weird thing) anywho....
so.. like I was saying, we arrived her wee one's were in bed, she heads off to do some drinking w/her friends, informs us that her boyfriend will be home around midnight but he will just go to sleep and she will take us home when she get's home around 2ish... uh huh...
around midnight, the boyfriend shows up.. S & I are sitting in the kitchen playing some card game (as there was no tv) and I look up and see this old grizzly looking guy standing in the doorway.... just standing there... staring at us.. w/this cocky little smile on his face...
That moment will be etched in my memory forever... he finally introduces himself as Wayne.. walks over, grabs a beer from the fridge, offers S and I one.. sure what the hell.. pulls up a chair.. sit's down and pulls out a pipe and his pot.. proceeds to load a bowl hands it to me... now.. so what does a girl do.. she smokes it.. and that pipe was passed between the 3 of us for ever... and ever.. and ever.. and ever.. and ever.. I was so ripped I fell off the chair.. and laughed and laughed.. Wayne picked me up.. and sat me on his lap.. and we laughed.. and laughed and laughed.. but people.. nothing happened... I know what your all thinking.. but no..
he was a pervert.. there's no doubt about that.. but he never touched us in an inappropriate way... he just got us drunk.. and got us high.. would rub our backs, our thighs, I suppose looking back on it now... he was "grooming" us.. but.. nothing ever happened....
That night was the beginning of many many nights... it got to the point where they stopped paying us in $$ and started paying us w/drugs... to watch there kids.. who were always in bed by the time S and I got there. Sometimes, we would use the excuse that we were babysitting, just to go over to Sandy & Wayne's when the kids werent even there. They were at their fathers, but Sandy/Wayne would let us come over and we would invite our boyfriends over while they were gone.. Wayned always came home before Sandy.. and he would sit around w/us and drink and get us high..
Then one day.. Sandy decided that S & I werent allowed to babysit anymore.. seems her and Wayne had a huge fight over us... Wayne told her that he enjoyed our company more than hers.. and she didnt take kindly to it.. We had been babysitting for them for almost 2 yrs... things never got out of hand.. we were always in our own beds by morning.. we never allowed Wayne to touch us inappropriately.
Looking back, I suppose we should of never gotten in those car's with those drunken, high, out of control people.. but at that young stupid age, what did we know? All we knew was that it was a way to get high, to get out of our house's... to see our boyfriends.. to do what we wanted to do.
Stupidity....... at such a young age..
If I could.. would I go back and change anything? No.. I dont think so, I was one of the lucky ones I came out of all the bullshit alive, and with my eyes wide open.
work has been so caotic, that I swear my boss has her boot up my ass.. because work is a total pain in my ass!!!!
So.. just a brief memory...
I started babysitting when I was about 12, probably rather young to be watching other peoples kids.. but it was a way for me to earn extra money... or to get my drugs...
I was introduced to pot around the same time.. I keep trying to remember what got me started into my corrupt world.. and for the life of me, I can not honestly remember.
It could be this reason, or that reason, or this time or that time... in all honestly I think it's a whole mess of cluster fucks that got me started on my down hill spiral.
S met this lady, I have no clue where nor can I remember her name at the moment..nor can I remember her kids name... but I remember her boyfriend.. and you will understand why.
Anyhow.. S met this lady, who loved to drink and smoke a whole lotta Mary Jane... she called S up one day and asked if there was a possibility of her babysitting her two young kids.. I remember there were 2.. a toddler and a baby... S's mom said that she couldnt go alone, so.. low and behold, S and I went to sit on a couple of snot nosed brats.
The wee ones were in bed when we arrived, (oh.. I just remembered her name.. the lady who we baby sat for.. Sandy!!!! LOL the memory is a weird thing) anywho....
so.. like I was saying, we arrived her wee one's were in bed, she heads off to do some drinking w/her friends, informs us that her boyfriend will be home around midnight but he will just go to sleep and she will take us home when she get's home around 2ish... uh huh...
around midnight, the boyfriend shows up.. S & I are sitting in the kitchen playing some card game (as there was no tv) and I look up and see this old grizzly looking guy standing in the doorway.... just standing there... staring at us.. w/this cocky little smile on his face...
That moment will be etched in my memory forever... he finally introduces himself as Wayne.. walks over, grabs a beer from the fridge, offers S and I one.. sure what the hell.. pulls up a chair.. sit's down and pulls out a pipe and his pot.. proceeds to load a bowl hands it to me... now.. so what does a girl do.. she smokes it.. and that pipe was passed between the 3 of us for ever... and ever.. and ever.. and ever.. and ever.. I was so ripped I fell off the chair.. and laughed and laughed.. Wayne picked me up.. and sat me on his lap.. and we laughed.. and laughed and laughed.. but people.. nothing happened... I know what your all thinking.. but no..
he was a pervert.. there's no doubt about that.. but he never touched us in an inappropriate way... he just got us drunk.. and got us high.. would rub our backs, our thighs, I suppose looking back on it now... he was "grooming" us.. but.. nothing ever happened....
That night was the beginning of many many nights... it got to the point where they stopped paying us in $$ and started paying us w/drugs... to watch there kids.. who were always in bed by the time S and I got there. Sometimes, we would use the excuse that we were babysitting, just to go over to Sandy & Wayne's when the kids werent even there. They were at their fathers, but Sandy/Wayne would let us come over and we would invite our boyfriends over while they were gone.. Wayned always came home before Sandy.. and he would sit around w/us and drink and get us high..
Then one day.. Sandy decided that S & I werent allowed to babysit anymore.. seems her and Wayne had a huge fight over us... Wayne told her that he enjoyed our company more than hers.. and she didnt take kindly to it.. We had been babysitting for them for almost 2 yrs... things never got out of hand.. we were always in our own beds by morning.. we never allowed Wayne to touch us inappropriately.
Looking back, I suppose we should of never gotten in those car's with those drunken, high, out of control people.. but at that young stupid age, what did we know? All we knew was that it was a way to get high, to get out of our house's... to see our boyfriends.. to do what we wanted to do.
Stupidity....... at such a young age..
If I could.. would I go back and change anything? No.. I dont think so, I was one of the lucky ones I came out of all the bullshit alive, and with my eyes wide open.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Young Lady.. Put that down!
Ive been sitting here racking my brain on what to post about..
There are a ton of memories.. but.. which ones do I post about?
So.. I have decided to write about the lake, being drunk, broken beer bottles, and the Police.
Where to start......
Cast of Characters
Jim
Me
S
Wally
Mark
John
Tonya
Scoot
Dex
Some other gals that I cant remember who the hell they are.
OPD - coppers!!!
Location:
Louise Lake - Washington
We all arrived in our seperate POS vehicles (piece of shits).... I believe at the time I was just barely 16, I had a job that I rarely showed up for, seems I was always ill for some reason or another. We arrived at the lake farely early, around 10 am. Ready and raring for the fun to begin. The 5th's of alcohol started being passed, the pipes were pulled out, the pot started smoldering. By 12:30 we were all toasted... gone.. laughing, pushing each other in the lake, some were wondering off behind tree's and getting their freak on, S was breaking empty beer bottles on large rocks... (that's how we got caught)
As I sat on a log, over looking the lake, I picked up a 5th of Jack and heard a twig snap behind me, I didnt think much of it, as I brought that 5th up to my lips I hear "Young lady, put that down!" I slowly turn, as if Im in a dream and see our town's finest in blue standing there. Hand on his gun, ready to draw.... so.. I slowly put the bottle down.. raise my hands up, cuz hell I didnt wanna get shot... stood up, turned around.. he took one look at me.. and knew who I was.
Officer: Your so & so's daughter arnt you?
Me: maybe
Officer: Where's S?
S: Im here (as she comes out from behind a tree)
= side note.. S's mom was the Sheriff's secretary.. so they all knew her.. knew me as my father know's EVERYONE!!!!
Officer: (looking around.. ) Sir.. please come here (talking to Jim)
Jim that dumb fuck drunk/stoned jumps into the lake and attempts to swim to the other side.. that didnt work out to well for him, he headed back to shore, comes out of the water, I remember looking at him coming out of the water thinking to myself.. that's my man.. he's mine.. what a GOD!!!! (pathetic now) anyhow...
he was arrested for contributing to minors, handcuffed, thrown into the back of the cop car, so was Wally, Mark, Scoot, Dex on outstanding warrents.... S & I.. well..
they called my father.. and my loving father told them to throw my ass into Juvi... he didnt know what to do with me anymore.... they called S's mom.. and she said she would come pick both of us up..
She showed up shortly there of.. put us into her car (as we were sitting in a cop car waiting for her) took us back to her house, informed us to pack our belongings as she was taking us on a 20 mile over night hiking trip. The biggest mistake she made, was she left and headed back to work! I remember after she left, S & I looked at each other.. said HELL NO.. packed our belongings alright.. but we hightailed it outta there and headed out to find our "friends"
Amazingly enough... we located everyone.. for whatever reason they let everyone go.. no charges were pressed, we got down to our home away from home - the White house - and there sat Dex, Scoot, Mark, Wally... however.. Jim was nowhere to be found..
He had been released, but he disappeared from the jail and noone had seen him.
We went about our partying ways that night... and the next day...
Jim finally showed up.. smelling clean, freshly shaved, washed clothing... but where was he?
He had a bout of conscious so he said.. he said that when he watched me being handcuffed and put into the back of a cop car he realized this was no life for he and I. When he got released he went to friends house, cleaned up and found a part time job. He wanted us to be together forever he said.. and the only way he could see that happening is if he finally got a job and was able to provide for me.
Little did I realize he went thru my belongings that night.. and threw away my birthcontrol pills. He thought that if I were to get pregnant that would be a sure fire way for he and I to be together forever.
I remember him saying to me...
"I want to know what forever is"
I was home w/in 2 weeks of that adventure.. only for a brief stay... to get cleaned up.. wash some clothes.. get some $$ and then I was gone again.. onto my next wild adventure..
each adventure was always with the same people... they were my friends.. my confidents, my allies... they had my back, I had there's.
15 yrs later.. S and I are still the best of friends.. but we have both grown up so much.. Jim has passed away.. Scoot & Dex grew up and have families and are doing well.. Mark & Wally - who were brothers.. I have no idea what happened to them. John.. disappeared.. Tonya.. I hear she's still a strung out mess.
It amazes me how people can continue to live like that. How they can continue to be strung out, living just for the high. What about growing up? What about moving forward in life? What about your children? What about yourself?
Anyhow..
Peace
There are a ton of memories.. but.. which ones do I post about?
So.. I have decided to write about the lake, being drunk, broken beer bottles, and the Police.
Where to start......
Cast of Characters
Jim
Me
S
Wally
Mark
John
Tonya
Scoot
Dex
Some other gals that I cant remember who the hell they are.
OPD - coppers!!!
Location:
Louise Lake - Washington
We all arrived in our seperate POS vehicles (piece of shits).... I believe at the time I was just barely 16, I had a job that I rarely showed up for, seems I was always ill for some reason or another. We arrived at the lake farely early, around 10 am. Ready and raring for the fun to begin. The 5th's of alcohol started being passed, the pipes were pulled out, the pot started smoldering. By 12:30 we were all toasted... gone.. laughing, pushing each other in the lake, some were wondering off behind tree's and getting their freak on, S was breaking empty beer bottles on large rocks... (that's how we got caught)
As I sat on a log, over looking the lake, I picked up a 5th of Jack and heard a twig snap behind me, I didnt think much of it, as I brought that 5th up to my lips I hear "Young lady, put that down!" I slowly turn, as if Im in a dream and see our town's finest in blue standing there. Hand on his gun, ready to draw.... so.. I slowly put the bottle down.. raise my hands up, cuz hell I didnt wanna get shot... stood up, turned around.. he took one look at me.. and knew who I was.
Officer: Your so & so's daughter arnt you?
Me: maybe
Officer: Where's S?
S: Im here (as she comes out from behind a tree)
= side note.. S's mom was the Sheriff's secretary.. so they all knew her.. knew me as my father know's EVERYONE!!!!
Officer: (looking around.. ) Sir.. please come here (talking to Jim)
Jim that dumb fuck drunk/stoned jumps into the lake and attempts to swim to the other side.. that didnt work out to well for him, he headed back to shore, comes out of the water, I remember looking at him coming out of the water thinking to myself.. that's my man.. he's mine.. what a GOD!!!! (pathetic now) anyhow...
he was arrested for contributing to minors, handcuffed, thrown into the back of the cop car, so was Wally, Mark, Scoot, Dex on outstanding warrents.... S & I.. well..
they called my father.. and my loving father told them to throw my ass into Juvi... he didnt know what to do with me anymore.... they called S's mom.. and she said she would come pick both of us up..
She showed up shortly there of.. put us into her car (as we were sitting in a cop car waiting for her) took us back to her house, informed us to pack our belongings as she was taking us on a 20 mile over night hiking trip. The biggest mistake she made, was she left and headed back to work! I remember after she left, S & I looked at each other.. said HELL NO.. packed our belongings alright.. but we hightailed it outta there and headed out to find our "friends"
Amazingly enough... we located everyone.. for whatever reason they let everyone go.. no charges were pressed, we got down to our home away from home - the White house - and there sat Dex, Scoot, Mark, Wally... however.. Jim was nowhere to be found..
He had been released, but he disappeared from the jail and noone had seen him.
We went about our partying ways that night... and the next day...
Jim finally showed up.. smelling clean, freshly shaved, washed clothing... but where was he?
He had a bout of conscious so he said.. he said that when he watched me being handcuffed and put into the back of a cop car he realized this was no life for he and I. When he got released he went to friends house, cleaned up and found a part time job. He wanted us to be together forever he said.. and the only way he could see that happening is if he finally got a job and was able to provide for me.
Little did I realize he went thru my belongings that night.. and threw away my birthcontrol pills. He thought that if I were to get pregnant that would be a sure fire way for he and I to be together forever.
I remember him saying to me...
"I want to know what forever is"
I was home w/in 2 weeks of that adventure.. only for a brief stay... to get cleaned up.. wash some clothes.. get some $$ and then I was gone again.. onto my next wild adventure..
each adventure was always with the same people... they were my friends.. my confidents, my allies... they had my back, I had there's.
15 yrs later.. S and I are still the best of friends.. but we have both grown up so much.. Jim has passed away.. Scoot & Dex grew up and have families and are doing well.. Mark & Wally - who were brothers.. I have no idea what happened to them. John.. disappeared.. Tonya.. I hear she's still a strung out mess.
It amazes me how people can continue to live like that. How they can continue to be strung out, living just for the high. What about growing up? What about moving forward in life? What about your children? What about yourself?
Anyhow..
Peace
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
The big pond in the sky
Bitchy Big Hair has left this world and moved onto the big fish pond in the sky.
I mean.. it was time.. I know that.. he was over 4 yrs old, and normally Betta's dont live that long. How he made it that far I will never know... but... so long my little blue fishy friend. I will see you in another life.
Other than that.. I feel like crap... nasty ass crap in my nose, moving to my chest, causing coughing spells, sinus headaches, running down the back of my throat, into my tummy.. which in turn is causing nausea... oh yeah.. I feel great!!!!
Whatelse.. Oh..I started the Atkins diet.. last week.. figured I will loose some damn weight before the Do Wa... ( large biker gathering in July) I will loose at least 20lbs by then.. so anyhow.. started last week.. Ive lost at least 6 lbs so far.. so cross your fingers.. as soon as this fucking cold goes away I will get back to the gym too!!!
Ok.. I didnt post on Friday due to this cold, I ended up leaving work early.. so.. I will double up my Friday post this friday.. gotta sit down and think about some juvenile shit that I did... hahaha...
Peace..Im off to the drug store.. must buy drugs!!!
I mean.. it was time.. I know that.. he was over 4 yrs old, and normally Betta's dont live that long. How he made it that far I will never know... but... so long my little blue fishy friend. I will see you in another life.
Other than that.. I feel like crap... nasty ass crap in my nose, moving to my chest, causing coughing spells, sinus headaches, running down the back of my throat, into my tummy.. which in turn is causing nausea... oh yeah.. I feel great!!!!
Whatelse.. Oh..I started the Atkins diet.. last week.. figured I will loose some damn weight before the Do Wa... ( large biker gathering in July) I will loose at least 20lbs by then.. so anyhow.. started last week.. Ive lost at least 6 lbs so far.. so cross your fingers.. as soon as this fucking cold goes away I will get back to the gym too!!!
Ok.. I didnt post on Friday due to this cold, I ended up leaving work early.. so.. I will double up my Friday post this friday.. gotta sit down and think about some juvenile shit that I did... hahaha...
Peace..Im off to the drug store.. must buy drugs!!!
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Feelings.... nothing but feelings...
Tuesday afternoon, the sun is shinning, I hear the lawn mowers out side
the wind is a bit chilly.
I have nothing to write about. Im full of so much doubt lately. My negativity has blossomed to the point of hatred. I hate those around me, I hate myself and I need to change that. Was it the dull days of winter that brought about all the self pity and gloom? Is it all that winter fat that I have gained? What is it? Why have I become so negative? My life isnt bad. It's not perfection either, but hell.. after all the things Ive been thru, all the roller coaster rides Ive put myself thru.. I have survived.. and I will continue to survive. Maybe the difference now is the fact that I have two small wonders looking up at me looking for direction, council, guidance, & love.
Part of me feels so empty and hollow, like I have nothing more to give. I have nothing more to state, nothing to feel, that part wants to curl up and just wither away. To be left alone. Allowed to wallow in my gloom and self doubt, and yet there is a larger part of me that wants to break free, be recognized, loved, cherished, accepted. I want to dance and scream at the top of the mountain.. but if I do dance and scream what will the village people think? Will they laugh and point and call me names? Will I be forced to run away? Why do I care what others think of me?
Their is anger too, simmering under the surface like a caged animal. I can feel it attempting to lash out, it takes all my strength to keep it rained in. Why is it so powerful? The red hues' are on the fringes of my vision. The anger will cut and tear pieces of me away. To the point of mass destruction. It will wreck havoc among those not able to with-stand the evil. Lashing out until there is complete caos. Then what? What will become of those around me if I allow it to escape? Currently it's festering, and will boil over at any time.
Then what?
What now?
What will become of me?
the wind is a bit chilly.
I have nothing to write about. Im full of so much doubt lately. My negativity has blossomed to the point of hatred. I hate those around me, I hate myself and I need to change that. Was it the dull days of winter that brought about all the self pity and gloom? Is it all that winter fat that I have gained? What is it? Why have I become so negative? My life isnt bad. It's not perfection either, but hell.. after all the things Ive been thru, all the roller coaster rides Ive put myself thru.. I have survived.. and I will continue to survive. Maybe the difference now is the fact that I have two small wonders looking up at me looking for direction, council, guidance, & love.
Part of me feels so empty and hollow, like I have nothing more to give. I have nothing more to state, nothing to feel, that part wants to curl up and just wither away. To be left alone. Allowed to wallow in my gloom and self doubt, and yet there is a larger part of me that wants to break free, be recognized, loved, cherished, accepted. I want to dance and scream at the top of the mountain.. but if I do dance and scream what will the village people think? Will they laugh and point and call me names? Will I be forced to run away? Why do I care what others think of me?
Their is anger too, simmering under the surface like a caged animal. I can feel it attempting to lash out, it takes all my strength to keep it rained in. Why is it so powerful? The red hues' are on the fringes of my vision. The anger will cut and tear pieces of me away. To the point of mass destruction. It will wreck havoc among those not able to with-stand the evil. Lashing out until there is complete caos. Then what? What will become of those around me if I allow it to escape? Currently it's festering, and will boil over at any time.
Then what?
What now?
What will become of me?
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