K, yeah I'm back. I will be posting new blogs and stuff in the near future. I hope everyone is doing great. I had a lot going on in my life the past year so I kinda let things slip. Sorry.
Keeping this one short though, bandwidth isn't too great where we are vacationing at this weekend. That's what I get for going to the woods!
I will go into further detail later, but the short of it is I now own a home and I got married.
More later.
Byes!
Keeping this one short though, bandwidth isn't too great where we are vacationing at this weekend. That's what I get for going to the woods!
I will go into further detail later, but the short of it is I now own a home and I got married.
More later.
Byes!
Hey everyone,
I am here to post another of my not so weekly blogs. I do apologize for being so erratic with my postings. My life has been one drama after another lately. So, let me fill you in on some of the more dramatic things going on with me.
It started about a month ago. Kelli and I were watching TV, well more like just listening to it while doing some other mundane activity (paying bills, etc.) when I heard a name that I knew on the news. A woman from our area had been arrested in the Chicago area for murdering her 4 year old daughter! I nearly puked right then and there. Kelli didn't understand why I was having such a reaction. I started shaking and crying. I had dated this woman several years ago. I knew her 2 oldest daughters, but did not know the little one. She had gone back to her ex after we had broken up and I am guessing they had another child. I was totally out of sorts for the next few days, reliving that entire short-lived relationship. Trying to see if there was signals that I had missed. I still can't remember anything that would have told me that she was crazy. She was very nice, but a raging alcoholic. That's why we broke up. Believe me, there is nothing sexy about a naked woman falling down drunk!
Well, a few days after this, I come home and there is a police detectives business card stuck on my door. I have no friggin clue why! So I call the next day and they want me to come to the station so they can ask me some questions regarding this woman! I'm like Holy Fuck!!!! I was born and raised in the Bronx, so my feeling about police may be a lot different than others. So now I am still a wreck over what initially happened and now this is added to it. I was a total wreck. I couldn't keep anything down. It was awful. I guess I was just being me, making a mountain out of a mole hill. The police here were doing the Illinois police a favor and trying to get some background information on Marcie. Apparently she had some of our old pictures and other things from way back then. I was asked some very personal questions, but it was nowhere near how bad I thought it would be.
I have been recovering from that ordeal over the past few weeks and KW has been there for me every step. Heck, she even drove me to the police station, lol. I was so friggin nervous!
A couple of other things that have been taking up my time. I had to fire someone. I never did that before, and I don't want to again. But I guess it's all part of being management. Now I am in the middle of the whole interview thing trying to replace that person, plus add one more person.
And last, but not least, I attended my very first company function as a manager this past Friday. It was the annual Christmas party, and yes, we attended as a couple. So I was kind of nervous about how that would go over. At work I keep my private life private, but apparently not that private. Most were already aware of my orientation and accepted Kelli and I into the fold. We had a total blast! Another one of my blowing things totally out of proportion episodes I guess. I do need to work on that.
Whew! So now that I have gotten that off of my chest I feel much better. Did I just hear someone say "Shut up! and show your tits!"? Okay, okay, I can take a hint!
Other than that things have been pretty good around here. We are getting into the Christmas mood a little at a time here. I am still trying to figure out what I am getting you know who for Christmas, but I will figure out something. All I can say is thank goodness for Ebay!
Okay, one more boobie break and then comes the dreaded poetry section. To entice you to stay for my cursed verses I will show more than just my massive boobage! LOL Hope you like.
A Cross Stands There
As the sun sets in beautiful blues, pinks, and reds,
Night lowers her head on a single standing cross,
I knew the woman buried there, such a loss,
The world will never know how sweet and beautiful she really was,
A shining star finally burned out when it was time,
She left a legacy of love, courage, and kindness,
Courage came from her mind and heart,
She would run away from her demons day and night,
Love came from the one she called wife and the children she left behind,
She was a wonderful writer but no one ever paid any attention,
She was a flower in a world of war and destruction,
And now, a cross stands there, where she always went,
To her place of thinking and understanding,
And what I am writing today is her tribute, her legacy,
For she never meant the world any harm,
She only meant for us to become one voice, one love,
I think what bothered her the most,
Is that we, as humans, would never love like what was in her mind,
Where there was no hate, no judgment, where love always lead,
Today there stands a cross to show where she was finally happy,
Where she finally found a home, a place to call hers,
She fought for so long, struggled for longer,
Now all the demons are laid to rest and nighttime is her friend,
She no longer has to hide from the shadows that plagued her,
Now, an angel watches over this spot,
Someone to keep her spirit company, I guess you could say,
From now until forever a cross will always stand there.
goodbye
Goodbye, one of those words,
So little consideration for true meaning.
See you later, cheerio, in a bit.
All variations, all hopeful
A return is due, imminent, real
But goodbye is final.
Never say it without feeling
Lose that grudge, ignore any misjudgment
Any regrets go through the door
Before you whisper to your past
Whether it is to a friend,
family or a soul mate,
Be honest and sincere,
With any goodbyes you have to make.
Sometimes a relief,
Sometimes with tears,
But always from the heart….
Always goodbye.
I am here to post another of my not so weekly blogs. I do apologize for being so erratic with my postings. My life has been one drama after another lately. So, let me fill you in on some of the more dramatic things going on with me.
It started about a month ago. Kelli and I were watching TV, well more like just listening to it while doing some other mundane activity (paying bills, etc.) when I heard a name that I knew on the news. A woman from our area had been arrested in the Chicago area for murdering her 4 year old daughter! I nearly puked right then and there. Kelli didn't understand why I was having such a reaction. I started shaking and crying. I had dated this woman several years ago. I knew her 2 oldest daughters, but did not know the little one. She had gone back to her ex after we had broken up and I am guessing they had another child. I was totally out of sorts for the next few days, reliving that entire short-lived relationship. Trying to see if there was signals that I had missed. I still can't remember anything that would have told me that she was crazy. She was very nice, but a raging alcoholic. That's why we broke up. Believe me, there is nothing sexy about a naked woman falling down drunk!
Well, a few days after this, I come home and there is a police detectives business card stuck on my door. I have no friggin clue why! So I call the next day and they want me to come to the station so they can ask me some questions regarding this woman! I'm like Holy Fuck!!!! I was born and raised in the Bronx, so my feeling about police may be a lot different than others. So now I am still a wreck over what initially happened and now this is added to it. I was a total wreck. I couldn't keep anything down. It was awful. I guess I was just being me, making a mountain out of a mole hill. The police here were doing the Illinois police a favor and trying to get some background information on Marcie. Apparently she had some of our old pictures and other things from way back then. I was asked some very personal questions, but it was nowhere near how bad I thought it would be.
I have been recovering from that ordeal over the past few weeks and KW has been there for me every step. Heck, she even drove me to the police station, lol. I was so friggin nervous!
A couple of other things that have been taking up my time. I had to fire someone. I never did that before, and I don't want to again. But I guess it's all part of being management. Now I am in the middle of the whole interview thing trying to replace that person, plus add one more person.
And last, but not least, I attended my very first company function as a manager this past Friday. It was the annual Christmas party, and yes, we attended as a couple. So I was kind of nervous about how that would go over. At work I keep my private life private, but apparently not that private. Most were already aware of my orientation and accepted Kelli and I into the fold. We had a total blast! Another one of my blowing things totally out of proportion episodes I guess. I do need to work on that.
Whew! So now that I have gotten that off of my chest I feel much better. Did I just hear someone say "Shut up! and show your tits!"? Okay, okay, I can take a hint!
Other than that things have been pretty good around here. We are getting into the Christmas mood a little at a time here. I am still trying to figure out what I am getting you know who for Christmas, but I will figure out something. All I can say is thank goodness for Ebay!
Okay, one more boobie break and then comes the dreaded poetry section. To entice you to stay for my cursed verses I will show more than just my massive boobage! LOL Hope you like.
A Cross Stands There
As the sun sets in beautiful blues, pinks, and reds,
Night lowers her head on a single standing cross,
I knew the woman buried there, such a loss,
The world will never know how sweet and beautiful she really was,
A shining star finally burned out when it was time,
She left a legacy of love, courage, and kindness,
Courage came from her mind and heart,
She would run away from her demons day and night,
Love came from the one she called wife and the children she left behind,
She was a wonderful writer but no one ever paid any attention,
She was a flower in a world of war and destruction,
And now, a cross stands there, where she always went,
To her place of thinking and understanding,
And what I am writing today is her tribute, her legacy,
For she never meant the world any harm,
She only meant for us to become one voice, one love,
I think what bothered her the most,
Is that we, as humans, would never love like what was in her mind,
Where there was no hate, no judgment, where love always lead,
Today there stands a cross to show where she was finally happy,
Where she finally found a home, a place to call hers,
She fought for so long, struggled for longer,
Now all the demons are laid to rest and nighttime is her friend,
She no longer has to hide from the shadows that plagued her,
Now, an angel watches over this spot,
Someone to keep her spirit company, I guess you could say,
From now until forever a cross will always stand there.
goodbye
Goodbye, one of those words,
So little consideration for true meaning.
See you later, cheerio, in a bit.
All variations, all hopeful
A return is due, imminent, real
But goodbye is final.
Never say it without feeling
Lose that grudge, ignore any misjudgment
Any regrets go through the door
Before you whisper to your past
Whether it is to a friend,
family or a soul mate,
Be honest and sincere,
With any goodbyes you have to make.
Sometimes a relief,
Sometimes with tears,
But always from the heart….
Always goodbye.
Silent Affirmation
I can feel you searching my eyes
Right through to the soul
For some mark of recognition:
Perhaps a twinkle?
Or were you expecting more?
Rainbows and unicorns and
Some sort of jewelry to show to whom I belong
Or on which side I stand
Or how many …
No.
That’s not my style.
But standing over the sparkling dishes
Of chocolate-covered ginger
And flatbread and hummus
I summon the courage
To return your smile
And in that moment
I bare a story written only in my eyes
A hieroglyphic tale
That only people like us can decipher
Between casual conversations and friendly strangers
You smile a knowing smile
Silently acknowledging our common roots
And all too soon bid your farewell
Slipping into the winter darkness
Leaving us both knowing,
Hoping,
Wishing
That sooner rather than later
We will meet again
This time, in our native land
Reveling in the common tongue
Of kindred understanding.
Flight Through Autumn’s Winds
Peppered gray heavens lay coffin-perspective
Above this aging earth, wings of dying green,
Red, orange, purple tell their tale of beauty
But others do not see this, but rather:
“Its fall,” “It’s getting too cold,” they say with annoyance in their tones
It is the bridge between the maiden and the misguided, isolated crone
Her multicolored wings are now falling onto the browning earth
And in so doing, my own eyes scan this masquerade of colors
I walk my limited steps, seeing people disguised, disgusted in layers
“Its fall,” “It’s getting too cold,” they repeat with that adolescent-like insolence
Don’t they see the subtle beauty of soft and slow death?
Mother Earth is surrendering herself to the willing continuous rape of her innocence
To give her own body for our ring of life to continue
Sharp, razor-like Autumn winds nip at my collar
Go down to a bridge somewhere and watch the crone take over the world
“It’s all alike,” people say, “Its fall…candy…too cold…its fall…candy…too cold.”
They remain ignorant and not noticing Anu’s deteriorating smile
Anu’s beams drops at the hour of midnight
It’s a cycle she knows too well, the sacrifice she must give
As the admittance happens, a single fluttering wing’s root breaks and it takes flight
The final September wing lays on the beige earth
I can feel you searching my eyes
Right through to the soul
For some mark of recognition:
Perhaps a twinkle?
Or were you expecting more?
Rainbows and unicorns and
Some sort of jewelry to show to whom I belong
Or on which side I stand
Or how many …
No.
That’s not my style.
But standing over the sparkling dishes
Of chocolate-covered ginger
And flatbread and hummus
I summon the courage
To return your smile
And in that moment
I bare a story written only in my eyes
A hieroglyphic tale
That only people like us can decipher
Between casual conversations and friendly strangers
You smile a knowing smile
Silently acknowledging our common roots
And all too soon bid your farewell
Slipping into the winter darkness
Leaving us both knowing,
Hoping,
Wishing
That sooner rather than later
We will meet again
This time, in our native land
Reveling in the common tongue
Of kindred understanding.
Flight Through Autumn’s Winds
Peppered gray heavens lay coffin-perspective
Above this aging earth, wings of dying green,
Red, orange, purple tell their tale of beauty
But others do not see this, but rather:
“Its fall,” “It’s getting too cold,” they say with annoyance in their tones
It is the bridge between the maiden and the misguided, isolated crone
Her multicolored wings are now falling onto the browning earth
And in so doing, my own eyes scan this masquerade of colors
I walk my limited steps, seeing people disguised, disgusted in layers
“Its fall,” “It’s getting too cold,” they repeat with that adolescent-like insolence
Don’t they see the subtle beauty of soft and slow death?
Mother Earth is surrendering herself to the willing continuous rape of her innocence
To give her own body for our ring of life to continue
Sharp, razor-like Autumn winds nip at my collar
Go down to a bridge somewhere and watch the crone take over the world
“It’s all alike,” people say, “Its fall…candy…too cold…its fall…candy…too cold.”
They remain ignorant and not noticing Anu’s deteriorating smile
Anu’s beams drops at the hour of midnight
It’s a cycle she knows too well, the sacrifice she must give
As the admittance happens, a single fluttering wing’s root breaks and it takes flight
The final September wing lays on the beige earth
Hey everyone,
I apologize for being so neglectful with my blog. It's hard getting back into the swing of things again. So many things going on in my non-internet life. Sorry. This is going to be a quick one though.
I am currently in Astoria, Queens waiting for my friends to finish getting ready, and then we are off to the parade in the Village. I have been here since Friday and I am loving it big time. All of the great food and places to go. Unlike Albany, which is very generic and very PC, the city is much, much different. One of the things that I truly enjoy about NYC is the diversity. I love that they have neighborhoods here. And ethnic stores!!! I once asked someone in Albany where the nearest Jewish deli was and they were offended and accused me of being racist and prejudicial. For crying out loud, all I wanted was a decent pastrami on rye! Maybe it's my Bronx upbringing, IDK. I just love being here and not having to watch what I say for fear of offending some overly PC asshole. Guess what Albany? I ate Chink last night! and then I went to a bodega! LMAO!
Holy crap! I can feel my Bronx coming back! Okay, enough of my ranting here.
Here is a tittie break for you all.
I do know that I owe a few people some email response. Please be patient with me. I promise to get to all of them this week. I also promise to write a much kinder and gentler blog next week.
Well, I am being rushed out of here now, but not before one more boobie break, and a poem or two. You didn't think I was going to let you off that easy did you?
Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening!
loves speed
loves speedometer goes 0-120
in less than 10 secs and doesn’t
know what it means to take
it slow.
for you see we like
to say let’s take it slow
to get to know each other
but whether you take it slow or
let love n attraction have its
way loves speedometer runs at its
own course n speed
you say i’m going to take it slow this time
yet when you and that special someone are
together your slow speed becomes hyper speed
for your heart begins skipping beats
your breathing begins to race and the
butterflies begin to swarm within
say you’re going to talk smooth to
her however you began to stutter
becoming tongue tied in her presence
feeling like you are in high school
once again. your hands begin to yearn to
touch her. you begin to see and only think of
her only. no matter what you say
love and attraction takes its own speed
on the pace n growth of the
relationship
so yeah sure let’s
take it at loves pace for
love is the vehicle of your heart………..loves speed .
migration
The subway migrates daily:
Bronx to Brooklyn, Manhattan to Queens.
Round trip is lengthened by pit stops
at nearby concrete conifers.
A platform which raises our senses
to the clickety-clack rhythm,
beating wheels against steel.
The subway is an airplane
with clipped wings,
monitored underground.
Hibernating from city sounds,
a cavern which holds the cold,
amplifies the heat,
and can become over-
saturated with the dew
of dusty mornings.
Altos’ and Sopranos’ voices take turns
reminding us to mind the gap,
between ourselves and this wild-thing
which threatens (upon instruction)
to snap a limb or elbow off,
if we do not “stand clear.”
But as it rattles,
my number one flies, shoots
like a rocket, propelled
by mechanical impulses.
Through the tube, the cage that has yet
to be broken, that has yet to
release my # 1.
I apologize for being so neglectful with my blog. It's hard getting back into the swing of things again. So many things going on in my non-internet life. Sorry. This is going to be a quick one though.
I am currently in Astoria, Queens waiting for my friends to finish getting ready, and then we are off to the parade in the Village. I have been here since Friday and I am loving it big time. All of the great food and places to go. Unlike Albany, which is very generic and very PC, the city is much, much different. One of the things that I truly enjoy about NYC is the diversity. I love that they have neighborhoods here. And ethnic stores!!! I once asked someone in Albany where the nearest Jewish deli was and they were offended and accused me of being racist and prejudicial. For crying out loud, all I wanted was a decent pastrami on rye! Maybe it's my Bronx upbringing, IDK. I just love being here and not having to watch what I say for fear of offending some overly PC asshole. Guess what Albany? I ate Chink last night! and then I went to a bodega! LMAO!
Holy crap! I can feel my Bronx coming back! Okay, enough of my ranting here.
Here is a tittie break for you all.
I do know that I owe a few people some email response. Please be patient with me. I promise to get to all of them this week. I also promise to write a much kinder and gentler blog next week.
Well, I am being rushed out of here now, but not before one more boobie break, and a poem or two. You didn't think I was going to let you off that easy did you?
Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening!
loves speed
loves speedometer goes 0-120
in less than 10 secs and doesn’t
know what it means to take
it slow.
for you see we like
to say let’s take it slow
to get to know each other
but whether you take it slow or
let love n attraction have its
way loves speedometer runs at its
own course n speed
you say i’m going to take it slow this time
yet when you and that special someone are
together your slow speed becomes hyper speed
for your heart begins skipping beats
your breathing begins to race and the
butterflies begin to swarm within
say you’re going to talk smooth to
her however you began to stutter
becoming tongue tied in her presence
feeling like you are in high school
once again. your hands begin to yearn to
touch her. you begin to see and only think of
her only. no matter what you say
love and attraction takes its own speed
on the pace n growth of the
relationship
so yeah sure let’s
take it at loves pace for
love is the vehicle of your heart………..loves speed .
migration
The subway migrates daily:
Bronx to Brooklyn, Manhattan to Queens.
Round trip is lengthened by pit stops
at nearby concrete conifers.
A platform which raises our senses
to the clickety-clack rhythm,
beating wheels against steel.
The subway is an airplane
with clipped wings,
monitored underground.
Hibernating from city sounds,
a cavern which holds the cold,
amplifies the heat,
and can become over-
saturated with the dew
of dusty mornings.
Altos’ and Sopranos’ voices take turns
reminding us to mind the gap,
between ourselves and this wild-thing
which threatens (upon instruction)
to snap a limb or elbow off,
if we do not “stand clear.”
But as it rattles,
my number one flies, shoots
like a rocket, propelled
by mechanical impulses.
Through the tube, the cage that has yet
to be broken, that has yet to
release my # 1.
Hey everyone,
Yes, I am back. I did miss all of you, and all of the B&H (boobs & hiney). To be honest, I must thank one person for my return. My mom. This might sound pretty trailer park, but my subscription renewal was a birthday present from her. So, thank you mom!
Some things have happened since my departure. I have aged a bit. I am now 28. I also got a promotion at work. I am now the Director of Information Technology at my place of employment. It involves a lot more responsibility, so I have found myself dropping a lot more F bombs than I used to.
I know there is a lot more that I want to say right now, but I will save that for future blogs.
Oooh! One more thing. I am teaching myself French! Right now I am pretty bad, but I am getting better. Maybe one of my future blogs will be in French!
No booby breaks this week. I just wanted to say hi to everyone. I do, however, have a couple of poems. Don't tell me you were hoping I forgot about that! lol
Well, hope you like them anyway.
need
I am a volcano,
frozen embers rising
like vapor to the surface
of my skin.
I am bottled within.
I can feel my cells
as they are mesmerized
by you. Just looking
makes my muscles
crave movement.
I ache to hold.
I feel like I am running
inside. Circulation at a leopard’s
pace, as I race to be within inches
of your gaze.
This hunger never seems to end.
Holding fire
always seems to burn,
and yet it tries to lick,
gently, at my skin.
I am a volcano
thawing, growing numb
with need. And yet, you are nowhere
to be seen. I haven’t met you yet.
I do not know your face,
but I do know what sets you apart—
my heart and the warmth
you bring to me.
migration
The subway migrates daily:
Bronx to Brooklyn, Manhattan to Queens.
Round trip is lengthened by pit stops
at nearby concrete conifers.
A platform which raises our senses
to the clickety-clack rhythm,
beating wheels against steel.
The subway is an airplane
with clipped wings,
monitored underground.
Hibernating from city sounds,
a cavern which holds the cold,
amplifies the heat,
and can become over-
saturated with the dew
of dusty mornings.
Altos’ and Sopranos’ voices take turns
reminding us to mind the gap,
between ourselves and this wild-thing
which threatens (upon instruction)
to snap a limb or elbow off,
if we do not “stand clear.”
But as it rattles,
my number one flies, shoots
like a rocket, propelled
by mechanical impulses.
Through the tube, the cage that has yet
to be broken, that has yet to
release my # 1.
Okay, I lied. Here is a boobie break!
Yes, I am back. I did miss all of you, and all of the B&H (boobs & hiney). To be honest, I must thank one person for my return. My mom. This might sound pretty trailer park, but my subscription renewal was a birthday present from her. So, thank you mom!
Some things have happened since my departure. I have aged a bit. I am now 28. I also got a promotion at work. I am now the Director of Information Technology at my place of employment. It involves a lot more responsibility, so I have found myself dropping a lot more F bombs than I used to.
I know there is a lot more that I want to say right now, but I will save that for future blogs.
Oooh! One more thing. I am teaching myself French! Right now I am pretty bad, but I am getting better. Maybe one of my future blogs will be in French!
No booby breaks this week. I just wanted to say hi to everyone. I do, however, have a couple of poems. Don't tell me you were hoping I forgot about that! lol
Well, hope you like them anyway.
need
I am a volcano,
frozen embers rising
like vapor to the surface
of my skin.
I am bottled within.
I can feel my cells
as they are mesmerized
by you. Just looking
makes my muscles
crave movement.
I ache to hold.
I feel like I am running
inside. Circulation at a leopard’s
pace, as I race to be within inches
of your gaze.
This hunger never seems to end.
Holding fire
always seems to burn,
and yet it tries to lick,
gently, at my skin.
I am a volcano
thawing, growing numb
with need. And yet, you are nowhere
to be seen. I haven’t met you yet.
I do not know your face,
but I do know what sets you apart—
my heart and the warmth
you bring to me.
migration
The subway migrates daily:
Bronx to Brooklyn, Manhattan to Queens.
Round trip is lengthened by pit stops
at nearby concrete conifers.
A platform which raises our senses
to the clickety-clack rhythm,
beating wheels against steel.
The subway is an airplane
with clipped wings,
monitored underground.
Hibernating from city sounds,
a cavern which holds the cold,
amplifies the heat,
and can become over-
saturated with the dew
of dusty mornings.
Altos’ and Sopranos’ voices take turns
reminding us to mind the gap,
between ourselves and this wild-thing
which threatens (upon instruction)
to snap a limb or elbow off,
if we do not “stand clear.”
But as it rattles,
my number one flies, shoots
like a rocket, propelled
by mechanical impulses.
Through the tube, the cage that has yet
to be broken, that has yet to
release my # 1.
Okay, I lied. Here is a boobie break!
Hello all,
I am writing this, my very last blog, with great sadness. As I said in last weeks blog, I am making decisions that will change my life. This one was a very tough one. My subscription to Suicide Girls expires tomorrow and I have decided not to renew. My decision is based solely on my determination to move forward with my relationship and life. New responsibilities are coming my way shortly. Being a future homeowner and a wife will take a lot of my time and energy. I am not complaining, contrarily I am looking forward to my new adventures. Heck, maybe motherhood is somewhere in my future. Wouldn't that be a blast? lol
I have been a subscriber for over 3 years, and to be honest, I have loved every minute of it. I initially joined because of the girls, but stayed because of all of you. Who would have ever thought that friendships would blossom from an initial perverted thought? And yes, I have developed many great and true friendships on here over the years. Some online and some offline. It has been wonderful, and for that I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart.
Well, if you guys don't need a break now I certainly do.
I figured I would try to go out on a high note here with my photo breaks. Of course, KW has given her approval. She is right here with me while I am writing this, and she says goodbye and thank you to everyone as well.
The good news is that I will still be on Facebook so that we can still stay in touch that way. I just have to beat my addiction to Farmville. I waste sooo much time on that damn game!!! arghh!!!
I wish I could give all of you a hug right now, but that is not possible. So maybe just one last boobie break will do it.
Well, for one final time, it is time for my lame attempts at poetry. The last entry will not be by me, but it is something I read quite a while ago, and have always remembered. Before we get to that, here are my efforts.
Absent
Perhaps I've been absent...My presence hasn't been felt.
I never thought I'd be missed.
Funny how others see you so differently than you view yourself.
I'm not so great with words, although many would tell you differently.
My fingers pause when I attempt to dial the phone.
There is no cause, no turmoil. No reason not to speak.
It’s the simple hesitation of my lack of social skills.
I text, I write, I post my status for all to see.
I think of so many people each and every day.
But I suppose they can't read my mind.
They don't feel my love...my overwhelming joy at having them in my life.
I think of their struggles, I struggle with them.
I feel their pain, and I cry for them.
I rejoice in their accomplishments, I smile in my heart.
But I do so quietly.
I suppose it’s the coward’s way out...this silent voyeurism I have adopted.
Watching those I love live their lives without having to personally touch them.
It’s the safety of watching, as though through the glass,
So I don't mess anything up by attempting to be a part of it.
I never saw myself as anti-social, and I never thought I lacked character.
I guess I'm still learning, and I have so far to go.
Words of Expression
God gave us words to
describe how or what
we feel.
Whether its in song poem or speech
however no matter how I
try to express my feelings
But I just cant seem to
ever find the right words
that truly say or show just
how much I love you and
exactly just how much you
mean to me
So I guess I’ll have to show you
for the rest of my life
just how much you mean to me
and how much I love and care for you........
Okay, that's it from me. I just want to say thank you again to everyone. I love you all!!!
In closing, here is something that I think fits my mood right now.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
-- Gilda Radner
Goodbye everyone! Maybe we will meet again, maybe I will be back. Who knows what the future holds for each of us? Until then, much peace and love!
Yours truly,
Susie
I am writing this, my very last blog, with great sadness. As I said in last weeks blog, I am making decisions that will change my life. This one was a very tough one. My subscription to Suicide Girls expires tomorrow and I have decided not to renew. My decision is based solely on my determination to move forward with my relationship and life. New responsibilities are coming my way shortly. Being a future homeowner and a wife will take a lot of my time and energy. I am not complaining, contrarily I am looking forward to my new adventures. Heck, maybe motherhood is somewhere in my future. Wouldn't that be a blast? lol
I have been a subscriber for over 3 years, and to be honest, I have loved every minute of it. I initially joined because of the girls, but stayed because of all of you. Who would have ever thought that friendships would blossom from an initial perverted thought? And yes, I have developed many great and true friendships on here over the years. Some online and some offline. It has been wonderful, and for that I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart.
Well, if you guys don't need a break now I certainly do.
I figured I would try to go out on a high note here with my photo breaks. Of course, KW has given her approval. She is right here with me while I am writing this, and she says goodbye and thank you to everyone as well.
The good news is that I will still be on Facebook so that we can still stay in touch that way. I just have to beat my addiction to Farmville. I waste sooo much time on that damn game!!! arghh!!!
I wish I could give all of you a hug right now, but that is not possible. So maybe just one last boobie break will do it.
Well, for one final time, it is time for my lame attempts at poetry. The last entry will not be by me, but it is something I read quite a while ago, and have always remembered. Before we get to that, here are my efforts.
Absent
Perhaps I've been absent...My presence hasn't been felt.
I never thought I'd be missed.
Funny how others see you so differently than you view yourself.
I'm not so great with words, although many would tell you differently.
My fingers pause when I attempt to dial the phone.
There is no cause, no turmoil. No reason not to speak.
It’s the simple hesitation of my lack of social skills.
I text, I write, I post my status for all to see.
I think of so many people each and every day.
But I suppose they can't read my mind.
They don't feel my love...my overwhelming joy at having them in my life.
I think of their struggles, I struggle with them.
I feel their pain, and I cry for them.
I rejoice in their accomplishments, I smile in my heart.
But I do so quietly.
I suppose it’s the coward’s way out...this silent voyeurism I have adopted.
Watching those I love live their lives without having to personally touch them.
It’s the safety of watching, as though through the glass,
So I don't mess anything up by attempting to be a part of it.
I never saw myself as anti-social, and I never thought I lacked character.
I guess I'm still learning, and I have so far to go.
Words of Expression
God gave us words to
describe how or what
we feel.
Whether its in song poem or speech
however no matter how I
try to express my feelings
But I just cant seem to
ever find the right words
that truly say or show just
how much I love you and
exactly just how much you
mean to me
So I guess I’ll have to show you
for the rest of my life
just how much you mean to me
and how much I love and care for you........
Okay, that's it from me. I just want to say thank you again to everyone. I love you all!!!
In closing, here is something that I think fits my mood right now.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
-- Gilda Radner
Goodbye everyone! Maybe we will meet again, maybe I will be back. Who knows what the future holds for each of us? Until then, much peace and love!
Yours truly,
Susie
Hey everyone,
I hope everyone is great. Sorry for being out of touch the last couple of weeks, but we have made a couple of decisions here that will have a great impact on both of our lives. We, Kelli and I will be moving to Western Massachusetts! We have decided to buy a house there. We have just one more decision to make - which one to buy??? We love 2 houses, 1 in Great Barrington and another in Lenox. We should be deciding by next weekend and then put an offer in. There is no great rush to do so since the real estate market is doing pretty crumby lately. Either one will be awesome! And I think we are getting a great deal with either one. Plus both locations are commutable to Albany so we don't have to change jobs.
The biggest plus is that something very near and dear to our hearts happens to be legal there! That is still a while off, but it is definitely in our futures. So yes, we have been discussing the M word, and we both feel the same way. But, anyways, that is why I have been out of touch.
Well now that I have bored you all to tears maybe a break is in order.
Oh, another great reason to move to Massachusetts! No taxes on clothing!!! Yay! And gas is cheaper there!
Well I am gonna make this a short blog this week. We still have a lot of paperwork to go over, and make sure that our finances are in order. Thank God Kelli is an accountant!! I could never do this on my own!
Don't worry, I didn't forget. Here comes the second break. But please stick around for the poetry section.
Well, don't say I didn't warn you. Here they come! Yeppers! It's poetry time! I hope you like this weeks attempts.
Damaged Gum Tissue
I stare at the ceiling
comparing dots to splotches
counting the number of tiles that it takes to get to the doorway.
A sublime hopscotch
when I form a peace sign with my hand
pretending my index and middle fingers are legs
and I hop, skip, and jump my way to the door
like the peace sign is human,
like the upside is down.
I wait for you.
You come into the room quickly
and unkindly say hello,
you tell me to open wide
and then jab me in the gums
with a syringe that seems monstrous,
but it’s armed with such a tiny needle.
And apparently it’s filled with something that’s supposed to make me numb…
and it does, as far as my mouth is concerned,
but I can still feel you breathing all close to my ear,
muffled hums through your protective mask,
sounding like Darth Vader,
and I find myself hoping that you would never try out for American Idol.
You’re too old anyway.
But, back to your breathing,
honestly, I don’t mind this,
the sound of another human,
breathing, humming, enjoying life
while my teeth are being scraped and jarred
and poked and prodded and abused
with metal tools that look deadly.
And earlier you were telling me that I’m not nice to my teeth!?
I think about laughing and telling you admirably, “You’re so fuckin’ morbid, man!”
You continue scraping my molars,
and I tell myself that I’m gonna write a poem about this
as I try to sink down comfortably
into the slippery leather chair.
Your humming starts again,
and I am feeling relaxed.
Fluorescent lamp of sunlight beating down on my forehead like a day at the beach.
I continue staring at the ceiling,
comparing dots to splotches
counting the number of tiles that it takes to get to the doorway.
A sublime hopscotch
that leads from my teeth
to your hand
to my wallet.
ORGASMOLOGY
I had a funny conversation
with my lady friend you know,
it was born from a message
with a subtle typo.
Of course it was my mistake
I meant to type 'fingers,'
somehow I muddled it up
and out popped the word 'dingers.'
Now 'how can this be funny?'
I hear you all say,
well, when mixed with 'dildos'
our convo ran astray!
'Let's patent a dildo dinger!'
I said to my lady Kell,
'we can go and patent it,
what the hell?'
'No way!' she said, vehemently,
'what is it anyway?'
'Its a rack for your dildos,
something to store them out the way.'
'Oh,' she said, laughing like crazy
'I've never heard of that.'
'No, you wouldn't have,
it's a quirk of typing in chat!'
And then she whispered seductively
a word especially for me,
'Philadelphia' in husky tones
why don’t YOU say it and see.
It just rolls off the tongue
when spoken sexily
'Pennsylvania,' I replied
just as good, you'll agree.
Just the sound of the word,
in tempting undertones,
mentioned by my lady
is bound to make me moan.
Apparently it worked both ways.
'You make me feel sexified.'
'Wow, thats a new effect,' I said
'and I never really tried!'
'So, if I say another word,
for instance clitify,
does that have the same effect
and kind of satisfy?'
'Oh yes,' she said in laughter
at the absurd conversation,
'so what if I said to you
the word masturbation?'
And then that started the roll
of words like pussyfied,
and phrases equally good
such as 'i want to be fuckified!'
Tears streamed down my face,
in laughter and with glee,
my Lady Kell, for sure,
never fails to amaze me.
So next we pretended
I was at an interview,
with her as my employer
oh, now if you only knew...
I'll give you a little hint,
just one if that's okay,
anymore than that
and you'll be laughing everyday.
She said I was a temptress
designed to 'temptify,'
so now in my poetry
I'll attempt to edify.
She asked about qualifications,
'You mean like fuckology?
Yes I have many talents
including screwology!'
'I can talk many languages,
one being pussylingus
and then there's my favorite,
namely, cunnilingus.'
'Yes, but what of the others?'
'Which others,' I said.
'You know cuntification?'
Now I was blushing red,
'Yes, I'm sure I can do that,
there are no problems with me.
Oh, I forgot to mention,
I'm adept at orgasmology!'
'So you can really screwify?'
'Oh yes, I can and I will!'
is that an offer, I wondered
or is this just a cheap thrill?
'I tell you what,' I said
'I can do arsification too,
come bend over here,
I'll give you a quick run through.'
I looked at her a moment,
it was my lady's turn to blush.
At least I think that's what it was
or maybe it was a hot flush!'
I never mentioned titification
or anything else like that
I think she had had quite enough
so we ended our interview chat.
I hope everyone is great. Sorry for being out of touch the last couple of weeks, but we have made a couple of decisions here that will have a great impact on both of our lives. We, Kelli and I will be moving to Western Massachusetts! We have decided to buy a house there. We have just one more decision to make - which one to buy??? We love 2 houses, 1 in Great Barrington and another in Lenox. We should be deciding by next weekend and then put an offer in. There is no great rush to do so since the real estate market is doing pretty crumby lately. Either one will be awesome! And I think we are getting a great deal with either one. Plus both locations are commutable to Albany so we don't have to change jobs.
The biggest plus is that something very near and dear to our hearts happens to be legal there! That is still a while off, but it is definitely in our futures. So yes, we have been discussing the M word, and we both feel the same way. But, anyways, that is why I have been out of touch.
Well now that I have bored you all to tears maybe a break is in order.
Oh, another great reason to move to Massachusetts! No taxes on clothing!!! Yay! And gas is cheaper there!
Well I am gonna make this a short blog this week. We still have a lot of paperwork to go over, and make sure that our finances are in order. Thank God Kelli is an accountant!! I could never do this on my own!
Don't worry, I didn't forget. Here comes the second break. But please stick around for the poetry section.
Well, don't say I didn't warn you. Here they come! Yeppers! It's poetry time! I hope you like this weeks attempts.
Damaged Gum Tissue
I stare at the ceiling
comparing dots to splotches
counting the number of tiles that it takes to get to the doorway.
A sublime hopscotch
when I form a peace sign with my hand
pretending my index and middle fingers are legs
and I hop, skip, and jump my way to the door
like the peace sign is human,
like the upside is down.
I wait for you.
You come into the room quickly
and unkindly say hello,
you tell me to open wide
and then jab me in the gums
with a syringe that seems monstrous,
but it’s armed with such a tiny needle.
And apparently it’s filled with something that’s supposed to make me numb…
and it does, as far as my mouth is concerned,
but I can still feel you breathing all close to my ear,
muffled hums through your protective mask,
sounding like Darth Vader,
and I find myself hoping that you would never try out for American Idol.
You’re too old anyway.
But, back to your breathing,
honestly, I don’t mind this,
the sound of another human,
breathing, humming, enjoying life
while my teeth are being scraped and jarred
and poked and prodded and abused
with metal tools that look deadly.
And earlier you were telling me that I’m not nice to my teeth!?
I think about laughing and telling you admirably, “You’re so fuckin’ morbid, man!”
You continue scraping my molars,
and I tell myself that I’m gonna write a poem about this
as I try to sink down comfortably
into the slippery leather chair.
Your humming starts again,
and I am feeling relaxed.
Fluorescent lamp of sunlight beating down on my forehead like a day at the beach.
I continue staring at the ceiling,
comparing dots to splotches
counting the number of tiles that it takes to get to the doorway.
A sublime hopscotch
that leads from my teeth
to your hand
to my wallet.
ORGASMOLOGY
I had a funny conversation
with my lady friend you know,
it was born from a message
with a subtle typo.
Of course it was my mistake
I meant to type 'fingers,'
somehow I muddled it up
and out popped the word 'dingers.'
Now 'how can this be funny?'
I hear you all say,
well, when mixed with 'dildos'
our convo ran astray!
'Let's patent a dildo dinger!'
I said to my lady Kell,
'we can go and patent it,
what the hell?'
'No way!' she said, vehemently,
'what is it anyway?'
'Its a rack for your dildos,
something to store them out the way.'
'Oh,' she said, laughing like crazy
'I've never heard of that.'
'No, you wouldn't have,
it's a quirk of typing in chat!'
And then she whispered seductively
a word especially for me,
'Philadelphia' in husky tones
why don’t YOU say it and see.
It just rolls off the tongue
when spoken sexily
'Pennsylvania,' I replied
just as good, you'll agree.
Just the sound of the word,
in tempting undertones,
mentioned by my lady
is bound to make me moan.
Apparently it worked both ways.
'You make me feel sexified.'
'Wow, thats a new effect,' I said
'and I never really tried!'
'So, if I say another word,
for instance clitify,
does that have the same effect
and kind of satisfy?'
'Oh yes,' she said in laughter
at the absurd conversation,
'so what if I said to you
the word masturbation?'
And then that started the roll
of words like pussyfied,
and phrases equally good
such as 'i want to be fuckified!'
Tears streamed down my face,
in laughter and with glee,
my Lady Kell, for sure,
never fails to amaze me.
So next we pretended
I was at an interview,
with her as my employer
oh, now if you only knew...
I'll give you a little hint,
just one if that's okay,
anymore than that
and you'll be laughing everyday.
She said I was a temptress
designed to 'temptify,'
so now in my poetry
I'll attempt to edify.
She asked about qualifications,
'You mean like fuckology?
Yes I have many talents
including screwology!'
'I can talk many languages,
one being pussylingus
and then there's my favorite,
namely, cunnilingus.'
'Yes, but what of the others?'
'Which others,' I said.
'You know cuntification?'
Now I was blushing red,
'Yes, I'm sure I can do that,
there are no problems with me.
Oh, I forgot to mention,
I'm adept at orgasmology!'
'So you can really screwify?'
'Oh yes, I can and I will!'
is that an offer, I wondered
or is this just a cheap thrill?
'I tell you what,' I said
'I can do arsification too,
come bend over here,
I'll give you a quick run through.'
I looked at her a moment,
it was my lady's turn to blush.
At least I think that's what it was
or maybe it was a hot flush!'
I never mentioned titification
or anything else like that
I think she had had quite enough
so we ended our interview chat.
Hey all!
How is everyone? Did you miss me?? I hope so, because I missed you guys. I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday weekend.
I, or should I say we, have had a very eventful 2 weeks here. Last weekend we went to Abbott's Glen in Vermont. I must say we had a blast! It was pretty awesome. We didn't do anything spectacular, we just kind of relaxed and hung out all weekend. It was very invigorating. We did a lot of hiking and swimming. It is a naturist resort and it was a first for both of us, but after getting over the initial nervousness we really enjoyed ourselves. We met so many really nice people there. We will definitely do that again. Actually, we have been invited back for next Saturday, July 10. There is going to be a nationwide attempt to break the world record for skinny dipping. I figure what the heck, let's go!!! lol Kelli and I are practicing very hard for it right now! LMAO!
A few people asked for some pictures, but cameras are frowned upon at locations like that. So I didn't take any. Well, at least not of other people there. Besides, there were families there and I didn't want to accidentally get anyone else in the picture that didn't belong in it. What I am trying to get at here is that I think it is time for our first break.
Yesterday we went to a free concert on Pearl St in Albany. Rusted Root played and they were absolutely incredible! I can't dance to save my life, but yesterday I did and it was so friggin awesome!! I met so many people there that I hadn't seen in so long! One of my friends from high school was there with her 6 year old son! I couldn't believe that he was already 6! I think he will now be having nightmares of me after seeing me dance! lol
Here are a few pictures from the show.
Okay, now it's time for a second break. Again, a post from last weekend. You can than KW for this one!
Okay, I haven't done this in a while. It's time for another poll. I think everyone has a favorite body part. I mean something on other people that they always like to check out. For me it's the hiney! I just love a cute butt! I don't know why, but my eyes are always drawn to them. So now it's your turn, let me, and anyone else that read my drivel know what your favorite body part is.
And yes, it is now that time. We have reached the dungeon of my blog. And everyone knows what I keep in my dungeon!! Yes! Poems!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!!
I hope you like this weeks attempts.
goodbye
Goodbye, one of those words,
So little consideration for true meaning.
See you later, cheerio, in a bit.
All variations, all hopeful
A return is due, imminent, real
But goodbye is final.
Never say it without feeling
Lose that grudge, ignore any misjudgment
Any regrets go through the door
Before you whisper to your past
Whether it is to a friend,
family or a soul mate,
Be honest and sincere,
With any goodbyes you have to make.
Sometimes a relief,
Sometimes with tears,
But always from the heart….
Always goodbye.
Trying Too Hard
It's like trudging up a slippery mountain slope
hands grasping for the next hold
and freezing in this impossible task...
Placing a foot in a stronghold
propelling up,
and miscalculating the secureness of the foothold....
Back to square one... and do I dare proceed without
new tools, new awareness?
How is everyone? Did you miss me?? I hope so, because I missed you guys. I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday weekend.
I, or should I say we, have had a very eventful 2 weeks here. Last weekend we went to Abbott's Glen in Vermont. I must say we had a blast! It was pretty awesome. We didn't do anything spectacular, we just kind of relaxed and hung out all weekend. It was very invigorating. We did a lot of hiking and swimming. It is a naturist resort and it was a first for both of us, but after getting over the initial nervousness we really enjoyed ourselves. We met so many really nice people there. We will definitely do that again. Actually, we have been invited back for next Saturday, July 10. There is going to be a nationwide attempt to break the world record for skinny dipping. I figure what the heck, let's go!!! lol Kelli and I are practicing very hard for it right now! LMAO!
A few people asked for some pictures, but cameras are frowned upon at locations like that. So I didn't take any. Well, at least not of other people there. Besides, there were families there and I didn't want to accidentally get anyone else in the picture that didn't belong in it. What I am trying to get at here is that I think it is time for our first break.
Yesterday we went to a free concert on Pearl St in Albany. Rusted Root played and they were absolutely incredible! I can't dance to save my life, but yesterday I did and it was so friggin awesome!! I met so many people there that I hadn't seen in so long! One of my friends from high school was there with her 6 year old son! I couldn't believe that he was already 6! I think he will now be having nightmares of me after seeing me dance! lol
Here are a few pictures from the show.
Okay, now it's time for a second break. Again, a post from last weekend. You can than KW for this one!
Okay, I haven't done this in a while. It's time for another poll. I think everyone has a favorite body part. I mean something on other people that they always like to check out. For me it's the hiney! I just love a cute butt! I don't know why, but my eyes are always drawn to them. So now it's your turn, let me, and anyone else that read my drivel know what your favorite body part is.
And yes, it is now that time. We have reached the dungeon of my blog. And everyone knows what I keep in my dungeon!! Yes! Poems!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!!
I hope you like this weeks attempts.
goodbye
Goodbye, one of those words,
So little consideration for true meaning.
See you later, cheerio, in a bit.
All variations, all hopeful
A return is due, imminent, real
But goodbye is final.
Never say it without feeling
Lose that grudge, ignore any misjudgment
Any regrets go through the door
Before you whisper to your past
Whether it is to a friend,
family or a soul mate,
Be honest and sincere,
With any goodbyes you have to make.
Sometimes a relief,
Sometimes with tears,
But always from the heart….
Always goodbye.
Trying Too Hard
It's like trudging up a slippery mountain slope
hands grasping for the next hold
and freezing in this impossible task...
Placing a foot in a stronghold
propelling up,
and miscalculating the secureness of the foothold....
Back to square one... and do I dare proceed without
new tools, new awareness?
Hey everyone,
I hope everyone out there is doing well. I'm just relaxing a bit here and then going to see my Dad for his day. We are planning on watching some golf (he loves that stuff) and then eating a nice dinner. Hopefully I can talk him into going to Ben & Jerry's for dessert. Kelli caught an early morning bus to go and see her dad on Long Island. She won't be back until late tonight.
We went to see Phish last night at SPAC. It was pretty awesome! We had a great time and the music was incredible. It was very packed, but we hung out in the back of the crowd. I am kind of claustrophobic and I don't like being in large crowds. We did pick a nice spot, and watching the people while listening to the music was great. We also came to a couple of conclusions last night. First one, hippie chicks are hot! lol Yeah, we were checking then out. Second conclusion, some stoners really shouldn't dance. Hey I know that I can't dance, I'm just guessing that when you are stoned you think you can. It was rather funny. All in all, a very good night.
Before we went I bought tickets to see Kiss in August. Another band I have never seen before, but I really want to. I was able to get a 4-pack of tickets for $80! Now we just need to decide who we want to invite. My next 2 concerts are Rusted Root, they are giving a free concert here on July 3rd, and OAR in August. Plus we have our weekend getaway planned for next weekend, so my Summer is filling up very nicely!
Okay, enough about music and concerts. I know you all want to see some titties. So here we go - first break time.
Just one more thing about music. I picked up a new CD this week that I can highly recommend. It's the new, self titled one by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals. Just awesome! This girl can rock! Well, that's my opinionated contribution for this week.
This weeks blog will be a little short. I just realized what time it is and I have to get dressed and off to see my folks. So it will be one short break here and then a couple of poems for you. Hope you like them. The poems that is! Next weekend we will be away, but I will try to write when we get back on Sunday night. Oh, by the way, we are spending our weekend at a naturist resort. So I only have to pack very little! lol
Happy Fathers Day to all of you dads out there!
Answer
Verily – you speak and I answer
In the cold breath of nowhere
And you are not to be found
Woman of contradiction –
Symmetry to me yet curved in body
Existing in mind and art
And how could I possibly search for you –
You speak and I answer
Tears in eye, wagging head in directions for you
Should you exist?
Why can’t I look in your eyes
Is it truly punishment until selflessness dies
So love can truly take flight
Upon the breath that speaks the nod – the yes this is lifetime
The scent of the reborn upon its wings
Yet it speaks –
Do not take flight
It’s never time
But is it truly punishment
For those who sing those otherworldly songs in their veins?
The steady breath of yes
The knowing in their eyes?
You speak in my mind and I look around
You are there, somewhere
A Drink of You
I wish I could watch you walk away,
Taking one last mournful look
Over your slender shoulder
Taking one last mental photograph,
To be cradled in your palms for years to come
Until the edges fray and crumble.
I wish I could watch you thinking about me in the stillness of the night,
Curling up in your twisted sheets,
Burying your face in a pillow,
Going over the years of confusion between us,
Every moment,
Every missed opportunity.
I wish I could watch you happy without me,
Not for peace of mind,
Rather,
For a reason to cast you out of my mind,
For a reason to stop wishing.
I wish, but you stay silent,
You stay distant,
You stay out of my life,
The life you disappeared from,
Unannounced,
And without explanation.
You stay away from me,
When all I want is one last drink of you.
I hope everyone out there is doing well. I'm just relaxing a bit here and then going to see my Dad for his day. We are planning on watching some golf (he loves that stuff) and then eating a nice dinner. Hopefully I can talk him into going to Ben & Jerry's for dessert. Kelli caught an early morning bus to go and see her dad on Long Island. She won't be back until late tonight.
We went to see Phish last night at SPAC. It was pretty awesome! We had a great time and the music was incredible. It was very packed, but we hung out in the back of the crowd. I am kind of claustrophobic and I don't like being in large crowds. We did pick a nice spot, and watching the people while listening to the music was great. We also came to a couple of conclusions last night. First one, hippie chicks are hot! lol Yeah, we were checking then out. Second conclusion, some stoners really shouldn't dance. Hey I know that I can't dance, I'm just guessing that when you are stoned you think you can. It was rather funny. All in all, a very good night.
Before we went I bought tickets to see Kiss in August. Another band I have never seen before, but I really want to. I was able to get a 4-pack of tickets for $80! Now we just need to decide who we want to invite. My next 2 concerts are Rusted Root, they are giving a free concert here on July 3rd, and OAR in August. Plus we have our weekend getaway planned for next weekend, so my Summer is filling up very nicely!
Okay, enough about music and concerts. I know you all want to see some titties. So here we go - first break time.
Just one more thing about music. I picked up a new CD this week that I can highly recommend. It's the new, self titled one by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals. Just awesome! This girl can rock! Well, that's my opinionated contribution for this week.
This weeks blog will be a little short. I just realized what time it is and I have to get dressed and off to see my folks. So it will be one short break here and then a couple of poems for you. Hope you like them. The poems that is! Next weekend we will be away, but I will try to write when we get back on Sunday night. Oh, by the way, we are spending our weekend at a naturist resort. So I only have to pack very little! lol
Happy Fathers Day to all of you dads out there!
Answer
Verily – you speak and I answer
In the cold breath of nowhere
And you are not to be found
Woman of contradiction –
Symmetry to me yet curved in body
Existing in mind and art
And how could I possibly search for you –
You speak and I answer
Tears in eye, wagging head in directions for you
Should you exist?
Why can’t I look in your eyes
Is it truly punishment until selflessness dies
So love can truly take flight
Upon the breath that speaks the nod – the yes this is lifetime
The scent of the reborn upon its wings
Yet it speaks –
Do not take flight
It’s never time
But is it truly punishment
For those who sing those otherworldly songs in their veins?
The steady breath of yes
The knowing in their eyes?
You speak in my mind and I look around
You are there, somewhere
A Drink of You
I wish I could watch you walk away,
Taking one last mournful look
Over your slender shoulder
Taking one last mental photograph,
To be cradled in your palms for years to come
Until the edges fray and crumble.
I wish I could watch you thinking about me in the stillness of the night,
Curling up in your twisted sheets,
Burying your face in a pillow,
Going over the years of confusion between us,
Every moment,
Every missed opportunity.
I wish I could watch you happy without me,
Not for peace of mind,
Rather,
For a reason to cast you out of my mind,
For a reason to stop wishing.
I wish, but you stay silent,
You stay distant,
You stay out of my life,
The life you disappeared from,
Unannounced,
And without explanation.
You stay away from me,
When all I want is one last drink of you.
Hey everyone!
Did you miss me? LOL I am sure there are more than enough cuties on here that you didn't even know I was gone.
I had a wonderful weekend last week. We went to Mountain Jam in Hunter Mountain. It was sooo friggin awesome!!! It's not as big as Bonnaroo, but I think that is why I like it so much. I still can't get over it. So many of the bands just blew me away, from Gov't Mule, to Grace Potter, to Levon Helm! And we all got to sing "Happy Birthday" to Mr. Helm on Sunday night! I can't believe he is 70! He looks awesome, and he can still play with the best of them. Well, I won't go on and on about it and bore you to death right here in the beginning of my blog. If you want to know more just message me and I will spill. It is definitely in our plans for next year again!
I was absolutely toast at work on Monday. I have no idea how I made it through the day, I was so tired.
Next Saturday is another concert on my busy, busy calendar. I'm going to see Phish at SPAC! I am so psyched! I have never been able to get tickets to see them before. I have seen Trey solo, but never with the rest of the band. Okay, so I'm a music dork, wanna make something of it??? lol I have a few more coming up as the summer moves along.
We are trying to think of more things to do this Summer. I can only do weekend trips this year, so I can't plan anything that big. In 2 weeks we are going to spend a weekend at Abbot's Glen in Vermont. We plan on doing some hiking and swimming over at The Ledges as well. It's kinda local to us, so we won't have to miss any work. I have never been there, but I am definitely looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend there.
Okay, okay! I know! You guys wanna see some titties!! It's time for the first break.
It has been raining here all weekend! I got soaked last night. Some days parking in my neighborhood can be such a bear. On Friday night I had to park 5 or 6 blocks from my apartment and when i decided to go shopping it was pouring. Guess where I keep my umbrella? Yeppers! In my car! I was soaked through by the time I got to my car! I must have looked like a wet cat by the time I got to Wal-Mart! Everyone was staring at me! lol Don't worry, I wasn't wearing white pants, and I did have a jacket on. My cat needed food, so I was on a mission and didn't spend too much time there. When I got home I found a parking spot much closer and, of course, the rain had stopped!
So now I am running out of things to write about. Let me ponder for a few here with a cup of coffee. In the meantime, here is the second boobie break.
MMM! I do love coffee!
Well, sorry guys, it's been 2 weeks and I can't think of anything else to write. I think my brain is on a vacation. Hopefully, it's a short one. That can mean only one thing now. Yeppers!! It's time for the dreaded Sunday poems!!!! YAY!!!! I hope you like this weeks selections.
Silent Affirmation
I can feel you searching my eyes
Right through to the soul
For some mark of recognition:
Perhaps a twinkle?
Or were you expecting more?
Rainbows and unicorns and
Some sort of jewelry to show to whom I belong
Or on which side I stand
Or how many …
No.
That’s not my style.
But standing over the sparkling dishes
Of chocolate-covered ginger
And flatbread and hummus
I summon the courage
To return your smile
And in that moment
I bare a story written only in my eyes
A hieroglyphic tale
That only people like us can decipher
Between casual conversations and friendly strangers
You smile a knowing smile
Silently acknowledging our common roots
And all too soon bid your farewell
Slipping into the winter darkness
Leaving us both knowing,
Hoping,
Wishing
That sooner rather than later
We will meet again
This time, in our native land
Reveling in the common tongue
Of kindred understanding.
Come-lick-me Pink
Time to femme-up in Barbie-fluff
Step out downtown and strut my stuff
But first I’ll nose my powder-puff
With come-lick-me pink
I’ve stuck a big bow in my hair
Color-coded my underwear
Even dyed my “down-there hair”
Come-lick-me pink
Check out my tiny mini-skirt
(Hey I’m up here you little flirt!)
I’m surely asking to get hurt
In come-lick-me pink
Angora sweater nice and tight
You know I won’t put up a fight
Wow! Aren’t I just a sexy sight
In come-lick-me pink
Pink as my perky nipple-tips
Or as my recently-spanked hips
Or as my lovely pussy-lips
Yeah – come-lick-me pink
My Blahniks with the six-inch heels
This stockinged leg – see how it feels
And on my back some old whip-weals
All come-lick-me pink
Oh baby walk me round the town
Then throw me on your eiderdown
Then tie my struggling body down
And come – lick me pink!
Did you miss me? LOL I am sure there are more than enough cuties on here that you didn't even know I was gone.
I had a wonderful weekend last week. We went to Mountain Jam in Hunter Mountain. It was sooo friggin awesome!!! It's not as big as Bonnaroo, but I think that is why I like it so much. I still can't get over it. So many of the bands just blew me away, from Gov't Mule, to Grace Potter, to Levon Helm! And we all got to sing "Happy Birthday" to Mr. Helm on Sunday night! I can't believe he is 70! He looks awesome, and he can still play with the best of them. Well, I won't go on and on about it and bore you to death right here in the beginning of my blog. If you want to know more just message me and I will spill. It is definitely in our plans for next year again!
I was absolutely toast at work on Monday. I have no idea how I made it through the day, I was so tired.
Next Saturday is another concert on my busy, busy calendar. I'm going to see Phish at SPAC! I am so psyched! I have never been able to get tickets to see them before. I have seen Trey solo, but never with the rest of the band. Okay, so I'm a music dork, wanna make something of it??? lol I have a few more coming up as the summer moves along.
We are trying to think of more things to do this Summer. I can only do weekend trips this year, so I can't plan anything that big. In 2 weeks we are going to spend a weekend at Abbot's Glen in Vermont. We plan on doing some hiking and swimming over at The Ledges as well. It's kinda local to us, so we won't have to miss any work. I have never been there, but I am definitely looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend there.
Okay, okay! I know! You guys wanna see some titties!! It's time for the first break.
It has been raining here all weekend! I got soaked last night. Some days parking in my neighborhood can be such a bear. On Friday night I had to park 5 or 6 blocks from my apartment and when i decided to go shopping it was pouring. Guess where I keep my umbrella? Yeppers! In my car! I was soaked through by the time I got to my car! I must have looked like a wet cat by the time I got to Wal-Mart! Everyone was staring at me! lol Don't worry, I wasn't wearing white pants, and I did have a jacket on. My cat needed food, so I was on a mission and didn't spend too much time there. When I got home I found a parking spot much closer and, of course, the rain had stopped!
So now I am running out of things to write about. Let me ponder for a few here with a cup of coffee. In the meantime, here is the second boobie break.
MMM! I do love coffee!
Well, sorry guys, it's been 2 weeks and I can't think of anything else to write. I think my brain is on a vacation. Hopefully, it's a short one. That can mean only one thing now. Yeppers!! It's time for the dreaded Sunday poems!!!! YAY!!!! I hope you like this weeks selections.
Silent Affirmation
I can feel you searching my eyes
Right through to the soul
For some mark of recognition:
Perhaps a twinkle?
Or were you expecting more?
Rainbows and unicorns and
Some sort of jewelry to show to whom I belong
Or on which side I stand
Or how many …
No.
That’s not my style.
But standing over the sparkling dishes
Of chocolate-covered ginger
And flatbread and hummus
I summon the courage
To return your smile
And in that moment
I bare a story written only in my eyes
A hieroglyphic tale
That only people like us can decipher
Between casual conversations and friendly strangers
You smile a knowing smile
Silently acknowledging our common roots
And all too soon bid your farewell
Slipping into the winter darkness
Leaving us both knowing,
Hoping,
Wishing
That sooner rather than later
We will meet again
This time, in our native land
Reveling in the common tongue
Of kindred understanding.
Come-lick-me Pink
Time to femme-up in Barbie-fluff
Step out downtown and strut my stuff
But first I’ll nose my powder-puff
With come-lick-me pink
I’ve stuck a big bow in my hair
Color-coded my underwear
Even dyed my “down-there hair”
Come-lick-me pink
Check out my tiny mini-skirt
(Hey I’m up here you little flirt!)
I’m surely asking to get hurt
In come-lick-me pink
Angora sweater nice and tight
You know I won’t put up a fight
Wow! Aren’t I just a sexy sight
In come-lick-me pink
Pink as my perky nipple-tips
Or as my recently-spanked hips
Or as my lovely pussy-lips
Yeah – come-lick-me pink
My Blahniks with the six-inch heels
This stockinged leg – see how it feels
And on my back some old whip-weals
All come-lick-me pink
Oh baby walk me round the town
Then throw me on your eiderdown
Then tie my struggling body down
And come – lick me pink!
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