For some, this makes the world go round. Think how warm and relaxed you feel after a good back rub. And guys, I know there is no such thing as a bad blow job. Snickers for when hunger hits! Fills you just enough to get you to the next meal. Yeah thats the life! Now for me, I am all for the back rubs! Back rubs that end in oral sex are even better. Back rubs that end in oral sex and involve chocalate, OMG! Now we are in heaven. What is it that would send you to Heaven? What quirky combos do you enjoy most? Come on folks lets hear about your kinks!
A blast from my past blew in this week. I had not talked with this person in a long time. We have decided e-mail addresses should be like your cell number,in so much as,it stays with you. Everytime you switch carriers, you have to switch e-mail. I have bounced a few times between our local DSL and High speed cable. I now have a account that I try to give to my friends. This one slipped through the cracks. It has been great seeing this person. I am glad they were willing to put forth effort to track me down. If you could have a blast from your past breeze in, who would it be?
That is an idea that presented itself last night. A friend and I were on the phone. He was driving. I had spoken with him about an hour previous and he had been on his way home with him monsters. Now he is in the car, the monsters are at grandmas and he is agitated. I ask him what s up? his reply, " Oh just living a blog." My smart-ass answer had been, "aren't we all". But wait, this is true. We who blog tend to share portions of our lives here. Vignettes of our day make its way on to this site. My favorite bloggers are those who share bits of themselves in their posts. For most of us, we blog to live. I know for myself, with each blog I have grown. I am a better person for being here. There are some who live to blog. I have caught myself in a situation, thinking this would make a great blog. I am sure we all have those moments. That having been said, I do not do things just for my blog life. This is starting to sound like a sitcom. I am sure there was an idea in here somewhere. I have currently taken a short vacation from my train of thought. If I remember what my point was, I may get back to it but for now, Blog on!
My polar opposite friend and I were at it again with the Democrats vs Republicans. He had an interesting point. We were discussing our school system and how badly it dummies down. I had asked the question, "Do you think that is from our 'touchy feely, your so special because you breath 90's'?" Oh course as with all things, his response was "You can blame the Democrats for that." His next statement really got me thinking. He was ranting about the ACLU and how they "embrace the differences" when they should be acknowledging them. He said instead of trying to make everyone the same, lets allow everyone to be different. He made his point by asking me if I thought there were genetic differences between the races. Like dog breeds have differences. Orientals are smart? I argued that that would make too large an assumption. He went on to point out that blacks have a high rate of sickle cell anemia than whites. So that would be a genetic difference. This whole idea has me wondering. I had never thought of looking at races like this and I am so touchy about race issues anyway. I am one of those 'judge not lest you be judged' types. Unless of course your David Karesh with cookies. LOL Let's hear back from the citizens of Blogville. What do you think?
We have a very cold front moving in to our area today. Yesterday the temp was 74 and today in is dropping to 30 for the "high". My mini monsters were very cute this morning getting ready for school. They could hardly walk to the car for all the layers they wore. This was their doing. They had told me before bed last night that they had their clothes all laid out. For six and eight, they are very innovative. So this morning the news is on while we are all getting ready. The weather guy says freezing rain today, snow overnight. My monsters start plotting for a snow day. My oldest is home sick today (she is 16) and the mini monsters have decided if the school is not called for a snow day tomorrow, they will be sick too. Oh and did I mention they are also very excited about the seasons first snowcream! They love it when it snows. I usually let them each pick a flavor, as I put out three bowls to catch snow. We keep a list of flavors we have tried. So far the faves are maple, orange and vanilla. Chocolate is a close 4th. For me the ice/snow means planning ahead and no business at the store. I will probably close early. Lets hope folks will be out this weekend shopping. I must admit, I am a little excited too for the snow. Last year we hardly got anything. I like to sit by a window and watch. There is nothing more soothing then sitting by a window, a cat on your lap, a cup of hot coco, watching the snow quietly fall and slowly cover everything up. I am such a closet romantic! Shh! Don't tell anyone, it will be just our little secret.
The world has gone crazy of late. The negative vibe around here is so strong, every time I touch something metal I feel it. Oh wait that is static electricity. Still, it seems everywhere I turn, everyone is in a funk or dealing with some kind of personal hell. This has got to stop! So, I here by order all negativity, stinking thinking and any other kind of bad vibe to desist! Happy Thoughts People! Listen to Peter Pan. It wasn't just a fairy tale. It holds true, the idea of Happy Thoughts. You won't physically fly, no. I can promise you,your spirit will soar! I have been beaten with the negative club lately too. The way I see it, I have two choices. Crumble under and let the negative win or HAPPY THOUGHTS! I am going to put on a happy face. I am going to smile in the face of adversity and think, " The words, 'FUCK YOU' are written across my teeth." So I will smile bigger, brighter and truly mean it.
My friend, PPE and I have been chatting most regularly now on the phone. It is usually nighttime as I am settling down for bed. We are of like minds about many topics. Wait, like minds may be to board a term. We are aware on many subjects. Often times we will take opposition to one another on any given topic. It has turned into a lively debate. Most folks will avoid the big socail no-no topics, politics, religion and sex. We seem to plunge head long into them. Recently, I have begun to wonder if he takes the opposition just to keep it lively. I have also begun to see this guy is great at arguments. He would have made one hell of a Lawyer. He will most likely take offence to that statement but it will just be another debate topic in the end. I love a good debate. So to say this guy is stimulating to me is an understatement. Recently he asked me how many men do I sleep with. As most who read my blog know, honest to a fault. I answered .....3. I of course have my husband. We have a very rich sex life. I have two "friends" I see them oddly enough and quite by accident on alternate weeks. They both enrich my life in their own way. Why am I justifying this on here. Well, PPE was a little shocked I think. I have been honest with him. He knows I am a swinger. My intentions are to make my next vacation with PPE. So will that mean I have to say I have sex with four men? HHHMMMM
I just had drinks with a friend next door. (there is a bar next door to my shop) Anyway as some may have read in my previous post, big life stresses. So a drink with a friend sounds good. We sit we order Sex on the Beach for her, White Russian with a Buttershot for me. Doubles night, two Buttershots! So we are chatting. She tells me the other night she was over this guys house. A regular hook up dude for her. He is married but has a Love Shack attached to the house. The wife doesn't mind, I guess. So, she tells me they have a marathon sex session. 6 orgasms and now its 2AM. She is ready to sleep. His cell rings. She rolls over to sleep and he goes to the other room. A bit later she is woken from sleep to be introduced to "Joyce". Joyce made cookies for this dude and had to bring them over. At 2 AM. My friend, naked, asleep and not caring if Joyce is the Pilsbury Doughboy, is wondering why he woke her with cookie chick standing there waiting to shake her hand. My friend says hello and lays back down to sleep. Dude and cookie get in the bed too. My friend is freaking now because the sleep fogged mind is clearing quick. Dude wants both to do him. My friend will not do someone she does not know. Its a priciple she won't cross. Dude is wondering why she is upset. She explains. Cookies or no, she is not having sex with "Joyce". She does not know Joyce. At this time Dude informs her there is another on her way over. So Dude had his own Hippy commune sex fantasy going. My friend would have been less freaked had he maybe introduced the group previously. Maybe said to the group hey lets have a cookie orgy sometime. But to spring it on them, well thats just not right. Extra people in the bed should be a topic discussed prior to the actual event. Not 20 minutes before, more like days before. Blogville, What do you think on this?
My mind is moving at such a rate! I am having trouble stopping on one thought long enought to blog on it. So I thought I would try an exercise I used to do in my practice. I am just going to type. Random thoughts and see where it goes. Maybe I just need to let some of the waves flow for a bit. So fasten your seatbelt, it could be a bumpy ride.
Dr.Pepper long cool drink. He is one real guy. Wow and kids too. He is a real Dad. No pretense about him. What you see really is what you get. How could this one be so real and not have a loving woman by his side. I wonder ....
Work. I am shouldering all the work right now and having issues with it. I know my PIC will see this. I don't mind sometimes but all the time is a drag. I am here 12-14 hours a day five days a week. Too much. T isn't any better. I feel I am working for free to make these businesses run. I want a day off too!
Holidays: I am not ready! No too soon not yet. Who said it could be Christmas time already? NONONONONONONONONONONO!
Bills, damn do they ever go away! People think because you own a biz, you are rich. Just the opposit. I am POOR! I owe everyone. I know everyone feels like this sometimes. This week its my turn. Husband has had a tough row with work. The bills are behind. Now Christmas too! TTTTTTTTOOOOOOO MMMMUUUUCCCHHH!
Keeping happy thoughts when everyone else is down. I am the annoying PollyAnna in my group. No matter how bad it gets, I am usually the one with a happy face and words of encouragement. I am slipping on this point. I get over looked when it is my turn to crack because I don't allow people to see me crack. I am very controled in my everyday life. Apparently I am haveing a nervous blog breakdown. Thank God there are no Earth Movers or heavy machinery out front. Otherwise FrankPicasso would be cheering me on to the border but not on a Steamroller. I want something with more power, A wreckingball or crane. Yeah smash things. Ok I can't do this. I need to reign myself back in. Really I am fine. LOL That and a wooden nickle will get you the Brooklyn Bridge.
My poor communication skills. I am asked by people "How are you?" I always say fine. I am FINE! Isn't that what people want to hear. Fine, fine, fine! What else do you say? The truth? In the immortal words of you know who, "You can't handle the truth!" LOL I have always wanted to do that. I could just unload all kinds of stress if I really answered the question. It would be really scary. Like straight jacket white coats scary to me. I just don't do that. I am way too guarded for a major unload. I am the one people come to to unload. I am really sick of people coming to me to unload but I don't know how to stop being caring and compassionate. I can't tune people out. I am working on it. I have had to shut the flow down on a few people lately. I am ready to take that sword of truth from PIC and really go to task. There are a lot of people I need to use it on. Its my fault too. I allow them to do it. I am a carpet who gladly lays across the mud puddle for anyone to use. Shakes head. Ok we are really edging a big crack here. This is hard. I have not cut loose like this in a few years. Wow. I am pulling back again.
Ok so I am starting to feel hot and I really need to stop. I am going to have to do this again. For those of you reading this. I am truely sorry this is not what I usually write. I think this would be a blog breakdown or bitch blog...? Thanks for reading. I am not even going to go back and fix my typos. I just don't have the energy.
Happy Thanksgiving! Thank God its almost over. I have been on the run this week. However,I have had time to uncover the secret to weight loss. Run a catering biz. I have gone down a whole size and my legs are like steele. Surrounded by food all day and you just don't eat meals. You graze. Well, I do anyway. I have had so many ideas for blogs but no time to write them. I need to carry a pad and pen with me. I could write it down for future referance. Not much else going on. I will have to update the Lucy Re-runs over the weekend. I have many more mishaps to report. Until then, enjoy your turkey. For our friends to the North, stay warm.
This week has been one of those weeks! I blame it all on Frankpicasso! Apparently this week, I am taking time off from my usual, own your actions stance. Instead, I will petulantly blame others. I have been told I have very pouty lips so while I write this, I will pout. Why because its all Franks fault! How could it be Franks fault you ask, simple. He is the only one who calls me Lucy. I had told him once in a comment that my friends call me Lucy. I am a redhead and I tend to do impulsive, silly things like Lucile Ball from "I Love Lucy". So I am teased by my well meaning friends. Frank is the only one I had shared that with until now because Frank can appreciate the humor I find in myself. Today, no exception. We were very busy. The orders just kept stacking. So it was go go go in the kitchen. We make everything fresh for each order. The first mishap came when the beef stew that was on the stove in the pressure cooker blew up all over the kitchen. Beef stew went flying. Into the light fixtures, our hair, the stuff was everywhere. We were laughing so hard we were crying. It was like a beef stew bomb had exploded and the two of us (Lucy and Ethel)went running out of the kitchen yelling "Oh Shit!" What we should have said was "Oh Beef stew!" Mishap two, Ethel was gathering things for the dish she was making. She opened the fridge (2 month old fridge) and the door fell off. She just stood there with this look on her face like, WTF! No words were needed. We couldn't say anything anyway, we were laughing too hard. Mishap three. One of the most popular appetizers we sell is Artichoke Dip. It is yummy. I was making a batch for two orders. I had it all done and in the pans for the customers when I realized, I forgot the Artichokes. Thank God I caught it before it went out the door. Mishap four, Ethel is a fantastic baker. She makes this Black Forest cake that is double staked so it is 6 inches tall. A serving is a 1/4 of the cake. It will feed three people. She had it all done for an order and the thing splits like an earthquake went through it. She just stood there with her spatula up in the air, speechless. She looked at me started to laugh and cry at the sometime then grabbed a handful and threw it at me because I was laughing so hard. Thank God this day is almost over. We had our own version of Lucy bakes bread and a few other "I Love Lucy" episodes around here today. I can't wait for tomorrow. Somehow I know its all Franks fault. I just have not figured out how. LOL
I am learning even though I am incredibly book smart, I am very vanilla when it comes to street smarts. I have spent the majority of my "adult" life in Academia. I love learning. I read all the time. Books are piled everywhere in my room and my office. What I am not,is wise to the ways of slang. I choose not to be. I choose to live in a place that does not use slang terms in every sentence. I spent my teen years in Southern California at the height of the "Vally Girl" crazy. Fur-sure Dude! I was never real big into it, unfortunately, the word "like" has stuck in my vocabulary and sneaks out when I talk too fast. Like, ya know. That is another blog for another time. My purpose here today is to make amends and a correction. For she who thought she was wise has learned he is wiser. To VBWG, I am sorry for assuming. With every conversation we have had since meeting up in August, you have taught me something. Somethings I though I knew and others I was shocked to learn. You are very knowledgeable in the many avenues of sex. You are knowledgeable in the many ways of life. I am more Vanilla than you. In this Realm of hyper-sex, you are light years ahead of me. So now in honor of my mistaking you and rectifying the issue, I must re-name you on my blog. From this day forward, you are no longer VBWG. Instead you will be know as, PPE! You will have to call me to find out what it stands for.
My PIC has been stuck in the house for too long. Saturday night she decided it was time to have a girls night out. She and I are usually in the same office space for 6-8 hours a day so we were jones for some girl time anyway. One of the local swingers clubs was having a Pajama Party at a local "Gay" bar. I had never been to this bar with this crowd but I was game. We donned almost matching gold satin PJ's (Very cold Saturday night and windy) and headed for the club. We go inside of this small club, do our thing at the door and find a group of our friends in the back. We played musical chairs while checking out the crowd. There was a guy at the table next to ours wearing "Dr. Pepper" PJ's. He was very cute. Made me and my PIC want to be a Pepper too! I was headed to the bar for drinks when I noticed a man sitting alone. I recognized him from the "site" Me being me, I stopped to ask why he was sitting alone. I explained I had recognized him because I had checked out his profile on-line. He waited while I got drinks then came and sat with our group. I am extremely shy but can fake confidence in most situations by latching on to someone with a mind and asking them a million questions. This time I hit the "Most Interesting Guy In The Room"! He was a Pagan and a Wiccan. I have Pagan friends, but a Wiccan! Cool, lots of things to talk about. While he talked, I scanned the room. There were three large tables of Lesbians. Usually "club" events are closed. This one obviously was not. But in the end it made for a fun night. Wiccan Dude, unfortunately was a bit narcissistic. Granted, I fueled his ego by asking so many questions but after and hour, I was ready to move on. Unfortunately, he was not. So I kept coming up with reasons to leave the table. One time, I went to the ladies room. (No doors in the ladies room at this Lesbian bar) I go in to the room and there are two ladies (term used loosely) standing against the wall. I ask if there is a line. They replied "Oh no we are just checking out the ass." Cool. Upon leaving the un doored ladies room, I noticed "Dr.Pepper" guy playing pool. He was playing doubles with a lesbian couple and another woman (also a lesbian) You may wonder why I keep pointing out sexual preferences, it becomes important soon I promise. One of the ladies was a card! When DP was up to shoot, she would be opposite of him making comments, hand gestures, distractions of any kind. He was very good natured about it. I spent some time watching the game, ok three games. I really enjoyed the whole groups company. Wiccan dude was on the dance floor, my PIC had found a friend, and I was think about how I really enjoy Dr.Pepper. It is my favorite soft drink. As I mused about Dr.Pepper, a small scuffle had begun a few tables away. It turns out, swingers will hit on everyone and lesbians are territorial. Who knew you couldn't mix swingers and lesbians. Ok this post has gotten away from me now. I am rambling in an unorganized fashion. I had a point. I have misplaced my point. So long story sort of short: I laughed more Saturday night than I have in a long time. I enjoyed watching the lesbians and Dr. Pepper Dude play pool. I learned that Wiccans are as rare in Kansas as Jews (I can say that,I am one) Finally, I really am thirsty for a taste of that Dr.Pepper!
