"22...28...22...28..."
Friday, December 31, 2004
 
Sign on side of the road....
Chuy's
Pooper
Scooper
555-1234

Monday, December 27, 2004
 
My husband had to go somewhere that my daughter and I couldn't follow. And his ex-wife was taking their sons overseas to England. And it sounded like a great idea at the time to go with her because there was a room available for me in the large palace that had a bathroom and 2 beds in it for my daughter and I. So first we went to the airport. A little Disneylandish in the line waiting and Jason Lee was our pilot. The plane was something out of Junkyard wars as the cockpit was remniscent of and old truck bed turned living area complete with bed and card table. Jason Lee flew us on the track over and under hundreds of different airplanes such as we were in. Cringing and ducking as we came close to dipping below the others.. as I said.. on the track. A look in the flip up window behind me showed a group of military men laughing and cavorting in their plane and in the center was a friend of mine Sam whom I guess was flying to England at the time also. I kept trying to call him on the cell phone but I only had one bar left of battery and it kept blinking in red at me, "Emergency resoures left". So I couldnt even text message him. We landed in England and my daughter and I followed my husband's ex-wfe and their two sons to an estate house. And through the maze of the estate house we saw rooms occupied by young girls, and rooms occupied by Hindu families, and Russian Families. Coming to her room and the boys new room first through a series of hidden doors and staircases like you'd find on an elborate jungle gym with rope swings on it. Then my daughter and I were shown to our Single room through the 18th Century young girls room who were apparently having a tea party before turning off their TV and going to bed. Our room was pink frilled lace, old lace. The room had an extra elongated single canopy bed in the middle for me and a day bed at the top of the room for my daughter. Behind my daughter's bed was the gigantic closet big enough to hold my wardrobe twice, with a curtain shielding an old china hutch filled with blank music tapes. When I went to find my huband's ex again back through the maze to tell her the pink frilly room was wonderful and had great closet space, I found her in bed chatting with the Bagget lady who comes round after hours with crumpets and scones for those who missed the dinner bell. "And aren't they lovely m'lady? You and your daughter should have my last two crumpets".

And then I woke up.
Now I firmly believe that dreams have meanings to them. Whether the meaning be something specific to your current life situation or a foretelling of what should come. But this? This dream tells me that the medication I'm on.. is REALLY good. I mean.. reallllllllly goood.

 
Christmas IV
No.. that's not a spelling error.. there was no Ivy in the hospital.. it was definately IVs. With antibiotics, some stuff to keep me from dehydrating and good amounts of pain medications mixed with stuff to keep me from puking everything back up. I spent Christmas Eve and part of Christmas day in the hospital having my appendix removed and some nasty infections cleaned out of me before I was released and sent home nicely doped up, with a few new holes in my body, and none of the damn medication to keep me from puking.
On the upswing.. to make the season a little bit brighter and more cheerful... My surgeon, my surgical technician and my anistyuidkdjfk (guy who keeps me drugged)... were all absolutely beautiful men.. and the drugs helped me to forget that these gorgeous guys where gonna be playing with my guts.
So while I do sincerely hope everyone's christmas was wonderful, I have no doubt that yours outranked mine. I'm gonna go back to bed now.. and try to pump more antibiotics in my system and hope they dont come back up. Yes, I am in the middle of a self pity tirade, but I think I have earned the right.


Sunday, December 26, 2004
 
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&u=/ap/20041226/ap_on_re_as/indonesia_earthquake
Can't seem to HTML like I could in the past. But dont care bout that at the moment. I dont wanna sound like one of those dumb asses who hear that you live in a certain state and immediately ask if you know someone there. Cause the state isnt big, and you both live there, so you must've bumped into each other a time or two. But.... Rieke? Are you and your family okay?

Wednesday, December 22, 2004
 
Personal Shopper VS. Dirty Old Man
I drove about as far as I'm willing to drive for Christmas shopping last night. Had to head out to the new Fishing Pro Shop to pick up my father's gift. I was awestruck by the sheer size and layout of the store. I appears you are outside, complete with trees and streams and rock climbing and well..just about everything you could possibly want for modern comfort or discomfort in the great outdoors. In my state of wonder I smiled at an elderly gentleman working in one of the areas. By elderly I mean, grandfatherly. He smiled back and I asked him about the benefits of a certain shirt I saw that I didnt understand...

Me: What is the purpose of the mesh netting inside the shirt?
Him: Well if you look back here, the back lifts up and the mesh keeps a breeze circulating. (Personal Shopper)
Me: Well now that's pretty cool idea, cause it gets hot out there.
Him: Yes Miss, it keeps things nice and cool and tinglely. (Dirty old man?)
Me: Thank you for your help.
Him: Are you shopping for your husband? (Personal Shopper)
Me: No, my daddy, he loves fishing.
Him: Does he do fly fishing or deep sea? What kind is he into? (Personal Shopper)
Me: He does a lot of Bass fishing, off shore or off boat.
Him: Oh, well that's good. But there just aren't enough women working with Flies these days. (Dirty old man)
Me: Well there aren't exactly a lot of places around Vegas to go fly fishing. The lake is good for everything else but..
Him: Oh there are plenty of places not to far for fly fishing. You know we are going to be offering a fly tying and casting class for women after the New Year. (Personal Shopper)
Me: (oh shit...keep smiling and walking.. he'll fade away eventually) That sounds interesting.
Him: It should be, you can meet other women there and you can all get a group together and go together. (Questionable)
Me: (walking away) Hmmmmmm....
Him: Would you like to sign up for it?
Me: Sure, just let me get the......
Him: Oh no no... I have the list right here, it will only take a minute. (Personal Pushy Shopper)
Me: (ugh) Great.
Him: Here all we need is your name and number and which class you are interested in taking, you should try both.
Me: HA! Is there really a class or are you just trying to get a bunch of women's phone numbers? Ha Ha Ha... (CRAP!! WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?!?!)
Him: (cackle) Oh no no no.. there will be a class. (Avoided answering the question)
Me: Well thank you for your help I've gotta go get a shirt for my Dad now.
Him: You know I'd take you fly fishing if my wife wouldn't get jealous. She just doesn't understand that there's no hanky panky in fly fishing. (Dirty old Man)
Me: (walking faster) Well of course not.
Him: Might scare the fish. You have to concentrate when you are out there. You can't be foolin around. That's for later, around the camp fire. (Dirtier Old man)
Me: Oh.. Um... You know.. I think I'll get a gift card instead.


Tuesday, December 21, 2004
 
HATE HATE HATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You know how.. you have these thoughts in your head. And they are horribly dirty or naughty thoughts. Or perhaps you had just completed a wonderful love making session with your hubby. And perhaps you wanted to share it with friends. Perhaps you spent 20 minutes on blogger giving a complete play by play, including positions names and how to. All finishing with the ultimate climax. Now perhaps you want to make sure you didnt leave any horrible spelling errors. And perhaps BLOGGER EATS THE ENTIRE POST INSTEAD OF SPELL CHECKING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And its gone.. once it leaves my head and hits the page, the words are gone. And blogger just had one sexy ass meal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, December 19, 2004
 
Calm now.. and coming clean...
You know those times when you add a little something to the blog, to make the read more interesting. Not really lie, just exagerrate the truth to make the story more involving? I did that recently, and the story ended up taking a bad turn. I debated revealing the finale of the post because I don't want to take away certain beliefs that I have, or others may have. But, I must tell what happened with the "Angel Mechanic"
Bottom line.. he was a fraud.
When I said he wouldnt take money from me, that was my lie. Everything else is true.. to a point.. as I knew it when I wrote the post. But I did give him $60. He told me a mechanic in the shop would charge me $200. But he said he'd do it for $100. I told him I didnt have it, he said he would take what I had and trust me for the rest. In the course of the time it took me to go into the corner store, buy a bottle of brake fluid and pull $60... He supposedly had the cylinder fixed. Without removing the tire, merely tightening a few screws or something. But as it was 2am, and as I had already spent approx $700 on getting my brakes repaired in the past 2 months, and as my husband was out of town, and as I couldnt see how I could get my car towed, into a shop, daughter to school and make it to work the next morning... I panicked. And fell into a trap. I know this is going to sound like some sort of Urban Myth and who knows.. in a few years I may end up on some website. But the fact is this happened to ME.. Not a friend of mine, or some distant drunk at the bar.. ME.
Here's what Really happened that night.....
Some man, who may or may not have been a real mechanic, saw me and targeted me. He told me I was leaking brake fluid and that he was a mechanic and that I was gonna crash. I pulled into a very well lit and occupied corner store at 2am. He pulled in right next to me and jumped from his car. I immediately began making sure my doors were locked and windows rolled up. I didnt THINK my mama had raised no fool. I look over at where he was next to my right front tire.. and I see steam rising up, like hot liquid pouring to the cold ground. Well of course there was, because as best my mechanic friend and I can discern, when he jumped from the car to immediately inspect my tire, he flipped my drain release valve on my brakes. Only I had believed that I had been leaking fluid since I left the bar, as he told me I had been. So now I open my door and run around the car to find fluid leaking everywhere. He tells me to get into my car and pump the brakes. Which I did. Because I didnt know that I was a willing participant in me being victimized. I bled my own brakes. He said what he did, and I gave him what I could. He used my phone to call his "wife", told me what auto shop he worked at and gave me a number where I could reach him. I left that scene feeling incredibly elated and thankful.
And then I tried to contact him the next day. The shop he said he worked at had never heard of him. The phone number he gave me was not in service and the "wife" he called was some guy who knew a guy named Sal, but wasn't someone he hung out with or anything. I went back to the bar I was at the night before.. there were no trails of fluid anywhere. And contrary to some people who have drove with me before, I do know how to use my brakes in a parking lot at least. And there was nothing. I followed the same drive I took the night before, and pulled into the parking lot of the corner store. I stopped the car just outside of the space I had occupied the night before. I stared. There was no trail leading into the spot. I know I applied my brakes slowly that night, so common sense tells me that in order for this man to know I was leaking brake fluid, the fluid should be at least trailing as I applied the brake. In that spot, where I thought an angel had been sent to keep me safe, was nothing but a large puddle, where this man attempted to destroy my faith in the goodness of people. So, I was Had! I was conned. 2 weeks before Christmas I gave someone $60 to bleed my brakes dry. And I dont care about the money. I care that someone would do that, I care that I fell for it, And I care that because of assholes like that someone else out there might stop caring about others. And while I may be extremely wary, rest assured, I will always help someone when I feel prompted to do so. Because one of these days, it won't be a fake gesture, and one of these days someone will really need help. And I will make the difference for them, and let them believe in the goodness of people.
(Removing the soapbox.... I will however point the son of a bitch out to a cop if I ever find him again.)

Wednesday, December 15, 2004
 
You know your days....
Of being a carefree wild sex goddess are over....
When you open your toy drawer to pull out a little bit of fun.. and find a half eatten pack of fruit snacks.


Monday, December 13, 2004
 
"Bad Monday! Shame on you!"
Nothing ruins a perfectly good bowl of cereal like having to use a plastic fork!

Friday, December 10, 2004
 
God Bless Angels in Mechanics uniforms....
I dont care who you believe in, I dont care what you believe in, And I dont care which entity you worship. There are Angels walking among us, and these wonderful creatures take form and not only rescue us, but remind us that the human heart does contain kindness, and give kindness. Mine came in the form of a just off work mechanic tonight on my way home from karoake. He pulled up next to me at the light and was adamantly pointing at my tire. Thinking I was getting a flat (cause he was clearly not flirting).. I rolled down my window to thank him. Instead he told me that my right front brake was gushing fluid. He said, "I'm a mechanic, pull over and I'll look at it." Now, i've heard all the stories about ploys to get woman off the road and abducted, but I wasn't in the least bit afraid of him. I saw his shirt, and the grease covering his hands and face. I pulled into a corner store parking lot. He asked me to pump the brakes a few times and get out and look. As he said.. brake fluid was pooled around my tire, still leaking. He had me turn my wheel, and said "Its just the cylinder wasnt put in properly, not well enough". Now for anyone who's been reading my blog you all know that I have shelled out approx $800. in parts and labor to a mechanic on two different occasions to have my brakes fixed. Each time he claimed he fixed it and charged us more money. Now, in the parking lot of a 7-11, at 2am, a 30 something year old man, with a wife and 4 kids waiting for him to come home from work, Repaired my brakes within 5 minutes and $2.31 worth of brake fluid. I got his first name, and found out where he worked. But he didnt want to take the $60 I had on me. He said Merry Christmas, and maybe you pray for me and my family and we will all be blessed. And sent me on my way. These are the people, these are the reasons that I still choose to see the good in mankind. They are the ones who give us hope that love, and morality, and respect for our fellowman is still alive and well. And I can't find a way to thank him enough. Rest assured.. I will find a way. But this was something that needed to be shared. Remember this world is full of people who need each other, and don't hesitate to be an Angel for someone else. Because you never know what form YOUR Angel will take when you need them the most.

 
Large Disclaimers Please!!!
Body Spray needs to be in bottles that are more ornamental than Hairspray bottles.. Cause while some hairspray may smell nice, the effect is lost when you spritz down and up the entire length of your body and just end up sticky and with burning eyes. On the up side, my clothes stayed in place all night tonight.


Wednesday, December 08, 2004
 
Never actually said I wanted another.. did I?
Rule #1 when babysitting daughter's best friend and little sister. Just because they are being quiet, doesn't mean they are asleep. Just means they find my coco butter lotion quite tastey. I think my eye is twitching.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004
 
Okay... details...
So I had a couple of people actually ask about what really went on for my birthday night.. I will share.. as much as I remember.
Like I said.. my hubby actually set up a 3-some with him, me and another man. Was a fantasy of mine, and since him and I are working on those, it was my turn.
Now.. after the fall out fiasco....
I stood next to the bed with my present behind me and my hubby in front. B-day wasnt taking any iniative till given permission from hubby, so hubby began to undress me. And invited B-day to help. I kept thinking.."god I hope he can kiss, this will be a mess if he can't kiss". He could. I closed my eyes, and felt their bodies moving around me. Someone in front.. someone behind.. clothes coming off.. Hands sliding over my skin.. hot mouths closing over a nipple. I grabbed a head for balance. The head came up to my chest.. it was B-day.. Hubby isnt that tall. He was behind me.. rubbing my ass and sliding his fingers between my legs. B-day kissed down the front of me, my belly button, my landing strip.. my lips. Hubby wrapped his arms around me and cupped my breasts. I think he was helping stay standing up. Because B-day was below me, lavishing me with his tongue. Spreading me open and diving in. I have no idea how long I stood there, in between these two men, I know his fingers parted me and slide inside.. and I came.
I was moved to the swing then, and assisted in getting into it. They spun me around (literally) and hubby went to his knees. He's always known how to get me off, right from the start his mouth is already urging me to orgasm. His arms wrapped around my thighs. I remember thinking, "He's holding me like I can go somewhere". You can't. Fully suspended in the swing.. legs spread open wide, you are at the mercy of the person attending you. B-day came behind me, to prop me up, help me be comfortable. And to play with my nipples and kiss me. Then I spun again.. and he was on his knees eatting my already satisfied pussy. Fingers inside, with hubby back behind me, sliding his hands all over. I heard a whirring sound.. B-day had found one of the toys I had brought along.. and began to slide it into me. OUCH! Hmmm... OUCH! It's cold. Extremely cold, and it hurts. No more toys.. just you guys. I have no recollection of how many times I came from the attention of their mouths. But I do remember I wasnt done yet. "Is someone gonna show me how to fuck in this thing or not?" Hubby passed that off to B-day. He positioned himself in front of me and gave a little yank on the straps above my head. I was impaled. That quick and effortlessly. And I came again seconds after. It's amazing how many different strokes and depths you can reach by just placing your hands in a different place on the straps. Exhausted for the moment, I was helped out of the swing and onto the bed. Where hands began to roam again. I had hubby stand at the end of the bed. I've heard about a blow job techinque I wanted to try. So I laid back on the bed.. with my head hanging off.. and let him fuck my mouth. B-day was hard again.. He parted my legs and thrust in me.. with hubby's cock still in my mouth. Hubby backed off. I love that man. He knew I didnt like that position, to difficult to control the BJ. So he stepped back while B-day finished himself and me off again. Then he grabbed one of my still upraised legs and spun me around.. so he could pound me for awhile. I remember being exhausted, but not in pain. The swing helped with that I think. Yes, my pussy was swollen and well used. But I wasnt sore like I expected. I think because the swing did all the work, I got a good double time fucking without the tenderness. 5 Stars to the Swing. 5 Stars to B-day for being a great 3rd person, and 6 Stars to the wonderful hubby who likes to make my fantasies come true.
Now.. if we could just find Matt Damon.
(There are the details I remember coherently, though I think I should've given the finer point to The Good Wife and let her tell the story, she can write a story to get even the prudist of prudies squirmin in their seats)

Monday, December 06, 2004
 
Shut down!!!!
Ever had one of those days when all you really wanna do it sit in your office chair and spin as fast as you can.. Ready...
Pull the legs up into indian style position.. who cares how high your skirt rides.. Push back from the desk far enough that you know your knees won't smack wood. Grab the desk... Give yourself a good cock back.. and PUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WWWWWHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

(ignoring the ones staring at you in the office.. just begin a small arguement with yourself, they will leave you alone)

Saturday, December 04, 2004
 
Tis the sexason?
I love decorations. I love when they decorate the Street lamps with garland and flags. I love when stores drape ceilings with colored balls and jolly St. Nick cut outs. I love houses stringed with twinkle lights, and reindeer and multi-hued trees. What I'm not sure about is the 8ft tall talking bear in an elf costume at the mall telling me about the sexy lingerie sale at Fredicks. There is just something wrong about the words "Sexy" And "Seductive" coming out of an 8ft tall stuffed bear's mouth.

 
In Character...
You know "The Empire Strikes Back"? Okay.. there's a scene when Luke Skywalker is in the hanger getting ready to fly out of the cave.. And there are people all around.. directing them out.. Tanish colored suits.. White and Orange helmets on. Well.. I saw one of them jogging down Las Vegas Blvd the other day. Perhaps it was just some sort of sweat suit.. and maybe he was just listening to some rather HUGE Orange head phones. But those goggles were definately Rebel issued.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004
 
Attention...
I have recently re-discovered the fact that not only does the wonderful Haloscan I use to post comments allow me to delete comments.. It also allows me to block commentors. So, lets get this said. This is my blog, my place to vent my feelings about my life and my experiences in it. You are perfectly welcome to disagree with any opinion of mine, or question any action. But do not try to "expose" me, do NOT try and be my conscience, and do NOT go to my profile page on yahoo and think that because you have found my real name that I am going to shake in boots. This is MY place.. if you dont like it.. get your own. That's the beauty of the blog site.. it's free.

 
Prick of the day award goes to.....
The jack ass in the new Chevy Malibu who wouldnt let me into the far right freeway on ramp, but when I slowed down enough to finally get over right.. the bastard got into the left lane..


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