Questions and Answers to Life and Everything

Things that make us smile...

2008-01-28T15:06:00.000-06:00

I was at the gym today. ( don't laugh, I am on a mission of fitness) and opened my locker. I had to smile. There, clinging to my gray and red winter jacket, was a 2 inch long blond to orange colored hair. I plucked it off, still smiling, and contemplated its range of pale color.

My next thought was, " I wonder when the cat laid on my coat."

End of year .....

2007-12-20T16:22:00.000-06:00

WOW! It does not surprise me that I haven't blogged since October 1st. It has been an uphill struggle since then, and I try not to dump my problems here.

On an upbeat, I feel good. Issues tackles, some resolutions, some disappoints. All and all just life happening faster than I choose.

Thanksgiving 2006 my Dad died. This Thanksgiving we had plans to get together and scatters the ashes. When the idea came up I thought it would be a good anniversary memorial and help us to cope. The reality ended up I was the only one coping. I accomplished my goal, albeit with much drama. I wish my siblings the peace I feel now.

A few things have really bugged me since last year. I could not find my Dad's best friend, nor could I find my Dad's son. Funny how life is. After a week of strangled memorial events, I found them both on the same day. I was emotionally excited and drained. I cried, both the men cried, and I laughed. This was how Dad's life was, a series of chaotic events strung together with laughter and love and angry tears.

The princess had a dance recital. I helped with hair and back stage organization. I am told she was beautiful. I missed most of her dancing while managing the little-er girls. *shurgs* maybe next year huh? The upside, we take belly dancing class together. I am loving it.

I have been at the new job almost six months now. I must say I love it. I spend my day helping people. That is pretty much it. Answering questions, moving supplies, resolving disputes, holding hands, giving hugs and in general just being a source of
comfort for my patients, visitors and co-workers.

My employer has funded a "wellness center". Basically its a fancy gym with rehab services included. I, personally, am LOVING this. I have been talking various classes in yoga, strength training, balance work, dancing and swimming almost daily. I am looking forward to becoming more fit. My clothes fitting better is not a bad side effect either.

I must say. I feel good. Physically and emotionally good. Some of my issues have resolved, some are still resolving. I am looking forward to closing out this year and starting the next. Its going to be a good year.

Merry Christmas Everyone. And Happy Holidays.

Movie Review

2007-10-01T15:53:00.000-05:00

I took the kids to see Stardust last week. Before 6 pm the tickets are cheap and the popcorn and pop free. We have a great theater system close to us. I feel very lucky.

I must say this is the kinda of fantastical fluff piece that I adore. Hot men in overcoats and pirate shirts, beautiful women in long flowing dresses with tight bodices, a fallen star, unicorns, wicked witches, sword fights, true love, it was truly delitefull. Only thing missing was a honest fire breathing dragon.

The kids enjoyed it and I cant wait to see it again. I left feeling refreshingly tense and believing in faerytales again.

Driving.....

2007-09-21T20:59:00.000-05:00

I like driving. It reminds of sex. The power, the force, thrill, the jostling, the exploration.

Part of my driving experience requires music. I am having trouble finding the particular music I want but between what I already own and the radio I had enough to entertain me. The Princess sings to me often also. I love that part of the ride.

What does not entertain me is miles of construction, but hey its part of the adventure right? The narrow lanes, detours, dirt and bumps in the road become part of the adventure and, like life, are sometimes the best part of the story.

The other road hazards are critters, all shapes and sizes of them. I saw an owl dead on the side of the road the other day and thought "how odd" I wonder if the person that hit it even knew what it was that scared them alert again. Today while driving home at dusk I caught myself tensing and praying for the amphibian type creature that tried to cross the road. I straddled him but I wasnt sure he was going to be so lucky when he crossed into the next lane...... and I tried to look back in the rear view but by then he was to far away to see.

My question today...... Do you check the rear view or just keep driving if you hit or nearly hit something?

age and innoncence 2

2007-09-20T19:41:00.000-05:00

As I watch with delight and dismay at my daughters progress toward adulthood I find I am remembering details of my own life.

I wonder if she has held hands with a boy, or kissed one. I wonder if when she is away from me is she safe.....

Will she make good choices? Will she say no more often? Or will she be like me and enjoy the various explorations?

Today I loaded her Mp3 player. I censored obvious songs on cheating or sex. There still is plenty of love and heartbreak. There is a few just fun up beat little tunes. Music has helped and still helps me cope. Poor thing is be subjected to the music of my youth along with some newer music we both adore presently.

As I reviewed my catalog of songs the memories spanned from painfull to light. Emotions ebbed and flowed. My toes tapped. I smiled and I cried.

I can not save her from her first heartbreak. She will stumble and fall and pick herself back up. Friends will come and go too quickly. Best I can do is give her the tools to be a descent person with some grace and a fair amount of dignity.

I was 13 when I begged for my first "boombox". She now holds more music in the palm of her hand then I could have carried feasibly with my boombox.

So I ask what are some of the song that remind you of your past?

of Age and innocence....

2007-09-19T14:45:00.000-05:00

I find myself in a odd place theses days.

I am trying to hold onto my youth and my duaghter is trying to evolve from her youth.

She wants to dress "pretty" which unfortunately also often equates to "sexy". She just turned 11. I find I have become the fashion police. Too short, too high cut, too LOW cut, too tight, too loose, too see through are all phrases I have uttered in an effort to retrain some sort of innocence in her wardrobe. Admitedly, some of the outfits I vetoed I wish I could have worn for the very reason she was not allowed to wear them.

Today her doctor expressed concerns about her very femine style. She wants to nix the long earrings. (really?) and the lipstick. Admittedly she did walk into the office with a coco red lipstick but usually is restriced to glosses with little or no color. She just happened to use the color I was wearing today.

I am in the process of re evaluating my own sexuality. I find as I get older I want to experience a wider range of what is stimulating. I think about what sex means to me and my relationship. Is it really the sex I want? or is it the intimacy? How much is enough? or too much? What is fair in a loving and supportive relationship? Am I still desireable? Are my expectations realistic? Does this dress make my ass look fat or does the cleavage offset the wide backside? What is next?

Sexual thoughts dominate my conciousness. Its my favorite topic of discussion. I have more fantasies in a day then I can count. At one point, early in my life, these thoughts were more closely associated with loyality and passion and fairytale happy-ever-after-endings. I used to expect that my Prince would color my world rosy. Today I understand that is more like a rainbow we paint together. Now I find my fantasys are more of a physical thing. Did that come with confidence or age or both? How do I help her realize sex does not equate love and a person must love themselves before loving someone else? How do I ease her into adulthood with a healthy and balanced perspective of sexuality when I feel so out of kilter myself?

I watched her play today. Not with kids her age, but with kids in the 3 to 8 year old range. I couldnt help but choke up knowing these are the probably the last days of her playing just for fun, unaware of the wider world. Today she is still a child, tomorrow a woman.

A new school year... and some catching up....

2007-09-13T15:23:00.000-05:00

I love school.

I hate my kids in school.
Dont get me wrong, I understand the importance of a good education. I just hate the bull our two children try to pull.

So far The Princess has been "sick" more mornings then not. Funny how by the time I pick her up at the end of the day she is bouncing with a healthy glow. It is an all out war to get her to do her homework. I am having to check with her teachers everyday about every detail. If we try to help her, the drama increases. She doesnt want help she wants it done for her. She hasnt had TV all week. She dont care. I am now trying to bribe her with a trip with Mom to the movies. Pray for me.

The Manchild called his mom, me and his dad looking for a ride home for being so sick......"I can barely stand. I cant see my work." Unfortunately for him, he pulled this so often last school year no one believes him. It was a miracle, so sick at school he had to leave, but get him home and he can eat spicy greasey food. Huh. What was hystericall was all the adults in his life told him the safe thing. Suck it up. Stay in school. No vomit, no fever, no emergency ride home. Now who can see this biting us in the ass at some point this year?

We are planning a party x 2 for The Princess. She will be 11 on Saturday. We have invited all kids from both her classes and all her dance partners. I am scared. Someone please help me. Why did I agree to a roomfull of prepubscent boys and girls?
We are having pizza and cheesecake. At Pizza Hut. Yeah! for someone else cleaning up the mess.

After the school chum party we are having dinner with Zigs parents. We are going to a local restaurant that has games and great wings. AND BEER! I think by then I will need the beer.

She has asked for a mp3 player. I am waiting till Christmas. For now just some clothes and earrings and maybe a barbie bed. Maybe. I explained that dance class, shoes and outfits are part of her birthday. Its getting to be an expensive habit with both of us taking classes now.

Speaking of dance, my legs are killing me. Belly dancing is so much fun and such a great work out. Now if I could just eat right I might lose an inch or two. Ballet and Tap start next week. I am looking forward to the rigors of ballet. I still hate the mirrors though.

Oh and I cut my hair. 13 inches. I am still getting used to it, so is Zig. But it feels so much better. I have a heavy head of hair and letting it get to mid back was just weighing me down. Plus it was hot. Very hot. I did donate the ponytail to Locks for Love. It is my third donation.

Maybe I will post a pic soon.

Well that about does it. You're all caught up now. YEAH FOR FALL! I love this time of year. It is so romantic.

Dinner Conversations.....

2007-08-23T22:50:00.000-05:00

The Princess and I were feeling particulary pretty. We sweet talked our way into dinner out. Braving the weather to show off a bit, we acquired the boys and made our way to a local sports bar.

We love this place. Good food, fun games (including air hockey, basketball, darts, pinball) and of course godo company.

While waiting for our meal, and the kids buring up all the quaters we had, I not only enjoy my husbands company, but eavesdropping on the other guests.

Tonight I leared about the joys of "corn chucking". Not shucking, I can do that and even remove every single filament of silk (thanks Dad, some habits die hard)but CHUCKING. I must say it almost sounds like fun, especially with a few friends and a case of beer. I must add the young gentleman telling this story admitted to being raised in the boonies. He also admitted to following his chucked corn and avoiding some detailed explaination about his acquired injuries.

I am going to stop there for now. My question my dear readers is what juvenile sport did you particpate in out of boredom? I can't wait for these answers.

I have to chuckle....

2007-08-22T22:11:00.000-05:00

So our office is Zigs network of computers in a small extension of the house. It quickly became apparently after my arrival in the house and as my computer efficiany increased that one computer was not enough.

The current arrangement is great. Our computers are 3 feet from each other, even when in the same chat rooms (IRC still kicks ass) we can look at and talk to each other. I dont think I could tolerate us being in separate rooms for multiple reasons. But sometimes it is a problem and I am thinking of getting earphones. Hours and hours of talk radio sometimes grate my nerves raw and I have to leave the office, or turn his speakers down because he so kindly left them on for me........

Tonight I caught wind of a concert on Myspace. I asked if I could catch the stream, he was kind enough to agree. I was a bit late but checked out My Chemical Romance, Taking Back Sunday and Linkin Park. It was cool to review bands before blowing 18 bucks on a CD. I liked a few songs from TBS and MCR but I must say Linkin Park ROCKS! I'd go seem them live in a heartbeat.

Zig was very gracious in allowing me to rock the house, as he usually dictates what is audible in our office whether music, movies or radio. His tolerance and love for me is evident in the comment, "you can listen to hours of such angry music?". LOL. Its ok, he doesn't really like chocolate either. By the way while honoring my request to monopolize the frequencies in the office, he avoided the mayhem and went for a walk. He brought me back one of my favorite chocolates, Lindt Lindor chocolates. WHAT A MAN! I run him out of the house and he brings me treats!

So with little ceremony we moved from Linkin Park to Irelandlive, traditional and folk. Talk about contradiction. Actually the traditional melodies were a welcome change. Dont get me wrong here, I like tradtional Irish music as much as Zig does, I just appreciate a wider range of what musical creativity. I think maybe he needed to mend his soul with songs from the home land. LOL.

It makes me wonder how other people cope with differences in ideas, opinion and taste.

I feel very blessed.

Summer Fun 2

2007-08-16T20:54:00.000-05:00

I must say, despite the unanticipated razor effect spun sugar had on my teeth we had a good time.

After my cotton candy disappointment I was looking forward to Gyros. Second favorite carnie food. And I want it loaded, cucumber sauce, all the veggies and peppery seasoned lamb meat. Unfortunately not a Gyro in site. I almost went for the fresh pretzels but didnt want to splurge my calorie allowance. Nothing else looked worthy. *sigh* Atleast nothing purchasable. LOL.

We did the divide and conquer approach for rides. A Shortman likes the fast, spinning wild rides. The Princess is really getting to big for the kiddie rides. She literally said, "I dont like going up that high, I like my feet close to the ground and not spinning."

So Mr Zig splurged on a set of tickets for each child. He went with the Shortman for the wild rides. I stayed with The Princess while we scoped out suitable ones for her. Occasionally we would intersect. The best part of watching my men wander through the carnival rides was watching Zig's ass. :)

As we walk down the fairway nixing or ooing over the various fun, she decides to get on a ride. I tried to warn her. I couldnt see exactly what it did. She actually walked around the ride to figure it out, nodded, handed over her tickets and got on.
First time up and around I faintly hear, "I dont like this." I look for her and she is making scowling faces. I step up and tell the carni guy to let her off but he was already shutting the ride down. No tears though, she shook it off well. But Mr Zig, Shortman and I got a good chuckle out of it.

We walked through the pig stys. Mr Zig had great fun naming the pigs, much to The Princess's dismay. Mr Zig points, "See that big one there, his name is Bacon. And that one there is Sauage. There is Loin." I had to stop him before she never at pork again. Then we walked through the Llamas. (read more about Zig and Llamas here) Again he starts with the carnivorous Llama jokes. The small tuft of hair on the ground feeding his imagination. Apparently Llamas eat fingers and rabbits.

But I saved the best for last. On our way into the fair grounds Mr Zig pulls up to the gate. The farm girl cute young blonde initiall charges him for 3 adults and 1 child, then she re-assesses. She askes how old the kids are, and Mr Zig very straight face says "he is 9 and 1/2, he has a thyroid problem." The poor girl got misty eyed but before she can cooo "ooooooh" very pitifully, The Princess rips my husbands con to shreds as she bounces forward, "he is not, he is thirten". The blonde was dismayed, then laughed awkwardly. Poor Mr Zig was so close, so very close to completing his ruse.

And that my friends is what its like to go to the fair with Zigzagman and family.

Summer Fun

2007-08-16T20:27:00.000-05:00

We went to the County Fair today. We being Mr Zig, Mrs Zig, and ziglettes Shortman, age 13; The Princess nearly 11.

I, being the wonderfully open minded person I am greatly enjoyed people watching, particually the curves. Wowza. There was enough eyecandy to give a person a cavity in the brain.Unfortunately the stud veiws were few and far between. What is it about a fair that brings out the creepy elements in every community?

Speaking of candy, before said event, I went to the dentist. Just a cleaning and a scolding for not flossing enough so I didnt think anything of it. Until Mr Zig treated me to all time favorite carnie delight, COTTON CANDY.

To put in perspective my cotton candy enthusiams let me tell you a few things. One, I start drooling for my favorite treat in ooooooo say about mid march, summer still a long ways away. Two, I always get 2 MONSTER bags, ya know the ones the size of a small child but oh so much sweeter. The first bag is to eat on site, the second to take home for tomorrow....maybe... if it last that long. Three, I am very reluctant to share, even when my stomach is whimpering from sugar assault. I think you get the picture now.

All day today we knew we going to the fair. Mr Zig even commented to anxious Shortman, "If we dont go the fair, we will go to the beach, but if it gets rained out it gets rained out. Besides its an opportunity for Mrs Zig to get cotton candy so you know we cant miss that." They found it very funny.

I wait patiently. Ok I lied, first chance I got I was holding my hand out for cash like a snot nosed ride monger. I of course ordered a Monster bag. A huge bag of spun sugar in multi colored layers. SWEEEETT! I wanted to skip but contained myself. I open the bag, reach carefully in with dry fingers and pull the first blue cloud. Deliberately I bring it to my lips like a horney teen getting a first kiss. The initial delicious strands melt on my tongues moisture. I smile. Then I wince. OUCH! It seems my teeth cleaning has left me sensitive to intense sugar. I suffer through the first flavor. A delicious contradiction in culinary delight and stinging cleanliness.

Its a first. I bought back 1/2 a bag and I shared. And it was only half because The Princess ate the next two layers before I stopped her.

Summer Fun 2 coming soon.

Job Satisfaction

2007-08-13T16:03:00.000-05:00

I love my new job. I walk around all day and help people. Thats it. I just help people.

I help my staff do their jobs better by aquiring supplies, managing staffing and pitching in where ever I can. I help the visitors and patients by answering questions, filling in when staff is busy, and in general just trying to make going to the hospital a less annoying experience. Lets be honest, few people WANT to go to the hospital, its my job to make it better.

TMI!

2007-08-08T16:22:00.000-05:00

I have been lazy. Its humid and hot here, I dont feel like doing much. I have managed to walk an hour most days despite the heat though. Enough whining... on to TMI.

TMI Tuesday #95

Reminder... check out Mute Monday! ;)

1. What is the worst/corniest pick up line someone has used on you and/or you used?

I think it was something about my bedroom eyes. Poor guy never had a chance after looking into these big dynamic blues, hee hee hee. I married him.

2. Have you ever gone out on a date with someone and went home with someone else? Explain.

I really cant recall. If I did I apologize, unless he did it first.

3. What is the worst thing (spread a rumor, hook up with their SO, etc...) that you did to a friend? Did they do anything to deserve it?

Probably repeated something told in confidence. I'd like to think I have outgrown that.

4. What is your favorite sex scene in a regular movie (not porn)? Why?

IF it has a sex scene I'm probably good with it. Wait, I really do like that scene from Roadhouse with Patrick Swayze and whats her name up against the wall.... oh ya...

9 1/2 weeks, the fridge. enough said.

Rush, when Jason Patric turns Jennifer Jason Leigh over on the bed, its frightening but exciting, my first hint that sex can fun and more than all lace and frills.

oh and Secratary with Maggie Gyllenhaal and James Spader. The whole damn thing, not just for the SMBD hype but the interaction between the characters.

I am sure there are many many others.

5. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? What would you change on your SO?

Me- I'd like my "girls" up where they used to be, but I am too chicken to do it.

Zig- I wouldnt change a thing.

Bonus (as in optional): What countries, other than your own, have you had sex in? Was it someone on the trip with you? Someone from that country

I have only been to Canada, breifly when I was 13, with my family. No sex there. Although there were a few cute boys my Dad deterred with just "that look".

I have had sex out of state with Zig.

TMI 94 What happened to the sexual references?

2007-07-31T15:45:00.000-05:00

1. Toilet paper: over, under, or what the hell are you talking about?

under, I think it pulls without breaking easier.

2. Toilet when you are done: everything up, seat down but lid up, everything down?

I will not address this its a major pet peeve

3. When was the last time you kissed someone not your significant other? [I am talking about a kiss with some gusto not just a little hello or goodbye peck]

LOL so teh sex sneaks back in huh?
That would be more than 5 years ago. I havent given anythign but family or friend pecks since.

4. Would you rather have you significant other (this can be a hypothetical SO) have sex with someone else or fall in love with someone else? [You have to pick one.]

My husband.

5. If you had $1,000,000 to give away, how would you divide it up? Who and how much?

I'd give it all to my spouse and trust he would follow the plan. Yes we have a plan.

Bonus (as in optional): Tell us something that very few people know about you.

I like the word ecclectic.

HNT

2007-07-26T22:37:00.001-05:00

I used to avoid wearing white, I am starting to like it. Happy HNT.

Happy TMI!

2007-07-24T21:31:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #93

1. Leather, lace or silk?

Please, if you know me at all then you know all of the above, mix it up, keep me guessing.

2. Do you subscribe (or regularly buy) to any "dirty" magazines? Which ones?

Nope. I do pretty well between my own imagination and what I find on my favorite blogs.

3. Have you ever had sex in water (tub/pool/lake/ocean)?

yes, yes, yes, no. I dont care for it. Apparently my own natural lube cannot withstand water, I am shopping for some good lube for water sex.

4. The three words that best describe you in bed are ____, ____, and ____. Three words that best describe your most recent partner in bed are ____, ____, and ____.

Mrs.Zig reciprocal, adventurous, generous. Mr.Zig generous, sexy, stamina.

5. Did you lose your virginity as an impetuous youth, "to prove that you loved" him/her, because of a romantic gesture, a newly wed or other (please describe because I can't think of what an "other" might be)?

LOL. I did because I wanted to know what all the fuss was about. To two guys in Ohio. One basically used me to self masturbate, the other was kind and sensitive and given other circumstance had much more potential, the second told me later he was a virgin too. I went on intiate several other virgins, I wonder what they think now?

Bonus (as in optional): Name three words that:
a) get you excited ........ boxer briefs, broad shoulders, postive attention
b) make you squirm ........ tickling, his masturbation, taking me repeatedly to the edge before letting me cross over
c) make you laugh.......... twisted humor, someone to laugh with me, life.

That little something extra........

2007-07-19T21:37:00.000-05:00

So MrZig answered his TMI this week with an interesting sexual concept. If you have a twisted mind and a strong stomach read HERE on answer #4.

I am glad we are not the only people in this world that thought...."hmmmmmm wonder if...?" before the alarms and sirens in the head went off. But the concept of a little extra squeeze got me thinking. Was the gal incapable of Kegels? Or was it just a poor fit? We tend to obesss over the size of men, sometimes to the point of hysteria, but little is mentioned of womans sizes unless its her external parameter.

Artfulsub said he knew what a sneeze felt like. Yup done that. I have also been the particpate in intercourse supplemented with coughing. It would have been more fun if I had not already felt so lousy.

One of the Zigs' favorite sexual supplements is tickle sex. Before engaging in tickle sex one must first carefully assess the Tickle-ee. Tickling some persons could very well get the Tickler a black eye, whether intentionally or reflexively. If it seems appropriate to procede, be carefull not abuse the privelge. Tickle sex can quickly progress from fun for all to down right torturous. Dont torture, unless your in to that kind of thing.

I like the sensation of my skin jumping to gentle flicks of caresses while his fullness feels breifly that much more full without discomfort. Because SIZE DOES MATTER! Honestly guys whoever said it doesnt was just plain wrong. If its too big, it just plain hurts. Just right is great for position flexibility and well honestly its just perfectly right. Too small, well lets just say if its too small then he better bring some other skills to the table. As a final note let me add this. The definition of too large, average or too small is all relative to HER porportions. My average is another gals too large. My too large may be some other gals OH LA LA, or too small. A few tickles not only lighten the mood but also adds that something extra when properly engaged in almost any position.

So what is your "something extra"?

TMI 92

2007-07-17T07:50:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #92

Here is a quickie, I am sooooo late for work! haha Happy TMI guys! ;) Be sure to check out Mute Monday! ;)

1. What's the sexiest type of underwear?

for guys- definitely boxer breifs.... oh baby...
for gals- the ones on the floor.....

2. Would you/have you ever paid money for sex?

nope but i'd consider it

3. Is facial/body hair sexy or no? (Moustache, chest, etc. for men, and underarms/legs for women.) Or do you frankly not care?

On guys... whatever hair is optional, unless its unkept then its just...ewwwww
On gals... clean underarms, no mustache, beaver fur is optional...be creative...make it topiary! legs... i guess its personal choice...

4. What is the strangest thing you've ever seen featured in pornography?

Metal hanging from varioius intimitates so heavy and so long that the parts are permenantly stretched... I mean .... WHY?

5. What's worse, not enough sex or too much? Is there such a thing as "too much"?

Define too much....*smirk* not enough sex its down right painfull....

Bonus: What's the most illegal thing you've ever done (that you can admit to, at least)? Were you caught?

I have been a bad bad bad girl! Wanna spank me???? *smirk*

forgive while I rant....

2007-07-14T04:29:00.000-05:00

I dont know if its my age or circumstances but memories seem to have become a huge part of my daily routine.

Some of it I understand, like pictures of my Dad making me cry. I am not sure The Princess noticed but I have a sneaking suspicion that Zig did notice. In the pile of pictures was one of my very pregnant belly. He insisted on taking it. The Princess knows its her in that fleshy protrubance. I clearly can recall pictures of my Mom about ready to bust at the seems too. We have continued this tradition and insisted both my sisters bare their bulging midriffs for all of etetnity on film too.

Some time ago my mother gave me a book. "To the best of my recollection" is a journal. Eash day has a question. I have ignored it for months. Today I started at January first and filled in several pages. Then it stuck me, an I flipped to todays date. I did yesterdays too. I smiled to myself, and I resisted the urge to cry.

The question today was.... "Do you remember having a favorite snack that you made at home?" Several. I was a very fortunate child despite my mothers struggle to middle classdom. My mom used to make this frozen fruit salad. I can remember requesting it often. She had one of those huge green Tupperware bowls that she made it in. With four girls int he house event that big bowl did not last long. I also remember rootbeer floats except we usually made them with Black Walnut or Butter Pecan ice cream. My favorite part was always the wayt he foam from the rootbeer froze to the icecream. That rootbeer ice is still the first part I look for even now.

I am desparately trying to balance. But I often feel like I have one foot on a ball and the other on oiled wet pavement. I still need to make plans for tomorrow, but my past keeps knocking on the big wooden door in my head. I have changed my position at work to help with time management issues in our house but the new job also creates some new stress. I need to be a wife but feel very inadequate filling those many nuances. I try to be a fun Mom but maintain discipline too. I just dont know where to file all the stuff in my in box.

I keep looking at my plate trying to decide what I want and what I need. I keep tossing the meat and potatoes spilling over the side back on top. My dessert tips precariously to the left. I cant adjust my greasy grip with the silverware and drink clutched in my other hand and the seating all seems 3 steps farther then I can manage.

Life is a buffet. I want to sample all the flavors and textures. I want to leave with a satisfied story to tell. I want to influences other appetites in a positive way.

TMI

2007-07-10T20:35:00.000-05:00

1. Who was your childhood hero?

besides my MOM? The Incredible Hulk

2. Have you ever had sex with someone who has a myspace page?

Nope, didnt know about myspace until after I was married.

3. What fantasies have you openly told your partner about?

Most of the general ideas, I started this blog to let them out but I am having trouble with the distribution contracts for the porno movies that play on the big screen in my head.....

4. Have you ever said you love someone but didn't mean it?

Yes, what a fiasco. I swear never again. The other thing that has happened is saying I love you when I really meant I lust you.... took a while to tell the difference..

5. Have you ever woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you?

I have struggled for a moment with the actuall name, but at some point in the evening knew it.

Bonus (as in optional): Do you remember a time when you were having sex that you smile or even laugh about now? Do tell....

My first time with Zig, it was always a source of comfort for me, and then my second first time with Zig.... something about a man taking my arms and pinning them over my head while he has his way with me is just...oh my.. damn brb I have to change my panties.....

Butterflies from the past.....

2007-07-04T10:37:00.000-05:00

My home town is changing. Condo units are going up EVERYWHERE, I keep wondering how they squeeze them into such small slivers of real estate. Businesses have changed locations or disolved or bloomed. I bumped into very few people that I knew. I have to face the fact that I am now a visitor. My home is no longer there.

I had a great time with my family this weekend. I feel light and refreshed. I am a little disappointed I didnt fit some of the holiday activities into my schedule, but the connection with family far outweighs those minor disappointments. The art fair will be there next year. The rides will be there next year. Cotton candy will be there next year. Opportunities to make lasting memories with my children are limited.

I spent some time with the Princess in the park next to my Mother in Laws house. That sure brought back memories. Walking among the familiar oaks and park toys multiple years of memories flitted through my head like butterflies from my past. MrZig and I had part of our wedding reception in that park. I played there when I was about my daughters age. I managed to get a few quick camarea shots of her playing. I think soon she will be too old for seesaws and swings and monkey bars. *sigh*

We have rented out the house there so we stayed at one of the hotels. I must admit the expense was worth it. I really enjoy having access to the pool and hot tub. I made a point to burn a few calories in the cool water. My muscles today are givng me a bit of greif over the exertion. Why is taking pictures by the indoor pools so difficult? The light seems ample enough but they pics always turn out so dark.

We ate at an A & W restaurant. I was trying to explain the concept of car hop service to the kids because A & W used to be that kinda of place. They seemed amused by the thought of girls on skates delivering food to the cars, but more amused by the inevitable crash.

I was trying to remember some of the funny comments made by the family over the weekend but unfortunately at this time the all are elusivily just out of reach to me. Maybe they will flutter back at some point.

I love movies.....

2007-06-27T14:05:00.000-05:00

74%

Mingle² - Free Online Dating

Shaun of the Dead is a modern cult classic. I love that movie. Thank fully its not the only zombie movie I have ever watched.

Only thing missing from the quiz is the this one. When conforted with Zombies and a box of albums, which ones to you use as a lethal discus? LOL

AND bonus:

Heard on WLS in regards to Paris Hilton, "She is a special kind of stupid."
I almost choked on my own spit.

its late TMI

2007-06-26T22:43:00.000-05:00

1. Does the carpet match the drapes?

The drapes get exposed to light more but more or less Yes they match.

2. Have you ever used personal information about someone to blackmail them?

I dont recall.

3. What is your favorite thing to lick?

Sweets of any form, use your imagination.

4. Have you ever had sex in a place of worship? (i.e., church, temple, mosque, etc.)

I am conviced that entry into those places cause the whole thing to collapse, though I am excused if invited for special events.

5. If you watch video porn, do you buy it in a store, from a catalog, online, or download it?

I will watch porn but I find the process of acquiring it time consuming. I get way better porn on the Big Screen in my head:)

Bonus:) How often do you "fake it".

I dont. Its counter productive. Why encourage bad behaviour? Some sex is better than other sex with the same partner, we both understand that not every time will be flashing lights and projected constelations. I must say though. Zig is a very unselfish man. *wink* damn I am a lucky woman.

New friends

2007-06-26T21:25:00.000-05:00

It is a comfortable summer night. The air has finally cooled with the evening. Sun light escapes past the horizon. There is about an hour of visible light left.
I dress, put on my walking shoes, snatch my camera and keys on the way out the door.

I take the usually route, through the decaying downtown, strangled buildings reminders of better days. I see the open lot where the carni has been setting up for days, inadvertanetly holding my breath. I know they will have cotton candy, but not today. I am disappointed again, exsparated I exhale.

Hanging a left, I watch the crew struggle with some maintainence task. My destination nearly hidden by the mutliple trailers. The red stairs call me, and I wecome the sight. I hang for moment mid stair case, absorbing the essence of this little oasis. The air is cooler here, the smell earthier yet hints of flowering sweetness. I look about but the source cannot be found. The hum of tires on pavement drifts away replaced by the distant trickle of stream and melody of bird song.

Reaching the wooden walkway my step beat out a hollowed rythym. The light penetrates weakly under the tree canapy, below the hill. The scene is restorative to my soul. The land flat, punctuated by pavilion, swings, picnic tables and trees. The whole acreage hugged by brisk, cool water tumbling down its arching path ducking under the stoic bridges. To the far right is a the stone train bridge, I imagine its nearly as old as the town its self. The far left defines the northern border with its car bridge and parking lot.

Long strides loop with the wooden path, the stream tickles my ears more urgently. I duck under the low hanging mulberry tree branches, mindfull not to slip on the overripe falling berries. New sweetness penetrates my nares, my mouth waters. Several times I follow the loop, relaxing into every step I note the children come and go. Minutes later, smiling and waving to the couple looking for a quiet place to connect.

A gentleman crosses my path. Pleasantries exchange but I never miss a stride. Another loop and again we meet. This time the conversation is engaging. He is clean, mid 40's maybe, dark haired and tan skin. His voice is warm like fresh baked bread. I keep my distance as we talk for safety sake, mentally noting where the couple I greeted earlier rest now.

The light is fading. The fireflies have steadily increased in numbers. He is intrigued, with light accent and perfect English he inquires about the lights. I explain the fireflies, even catch one to show him up close. The poor scared little black and red with delicate wings dark in my hand. We watch the glow ignite shortly after it leaves my hand.

We talk of family, and business and travel. Nicola was born in Monte Negro. He still has family there. It is apparent he misses the ocean. The converstaion is pleasant but he excuses himself and fades into the ever increasing darkness.

I continue my pacing of the boards. The firefly light enticing a whimisical smile. I notice them in the mowed field and in the peripheral bushes. I see the scattered, wandering lights blink reflectively in the stream. The stream banks foliage nearly alive with intermittent glow. Its as if my own personal fireworks have arrived with the dusk.

It is truely magical. I feel blessed. I feel serene. Multiple times I say to myself.... just one more pass then I will go home. I want to lay in the grass. I want to put everything on hold for an eternity. Reluctantly I make the last step off the wooden path towards the cement. Walking back through town my sences are acutely alert and sorely dissapointed. But I take with me the whispers of the faeries and my heart flutters.

TMI!

2007-06-19T18:07:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #88

1. If you were to face the Wizard of Oz, would you want more courage, more brains, or more heart?

Brains, I think I do ok with the other two.

2. Have you ever gone to court for anything? What for?

Yes, divorce, ex spouses leagal issues, and the creepy guy across the street flashed my ex's son and nephew.

3. What was the last thing you did that you previously told yourself you wouldn't do?

Eat the wrong foods.

4 Did you ever have a summer fling while on vacation?

:) I was 14, I went to Ohio on vacation with a friend. It was ummmmm informative.

5. Have you ever done anything sexual with someone who's name you never knew?

I dont always remember them, but I at least knew them at some point.

Bonus (as in optional): What is the best way to mend a broken heart?

Time. Sometimes a good fling.

Question......

2007-06-18T13:23:00.000-05:00

Have you ever used a vibrator so long that even after you stopped it still tingled?
Was it pleasurable or annoying?
Is it damaging?
Is there a standard rating for vibes? Should there be?
Do you like high trills or deep rumblings?
Steady or pulsating?

I am curious and want to know. Feel free to pass this one on but link back so I can see repsonses. Thanks.

A tale of 4 Dads, plus some

2007-06-17T09:47:00.000-05:00

I until recently I had 4 Dads. Sounds a bit strange but bear with me.

When I was concieved I immediately acquired a Dad. He gave me life. Some people say I even have his disposition. Some people even are very confused after meeting me because I remind them of him but they are not aware he had kids. My mom was very young, he wasnt much older. They dated casually, never even lived together. I love this Dad. We have an odd relationship. There is connection there but its is fragile. You see we have not spent much time together. Everytime we do I am gratefull, it is comfortable but leaves me just a bit sad for all the things I missed. He really is a great guy.

You see, by the time I was 2 I had a new Dad. My biological father stepped back. I didnt have every other weekend visits, or fights about money or visitation between my parents. I watch my kids go through that now, and it pains me, though I understand on some cerebral level. So I grew up knowing a father figure. He loved me without a doubt. He often told me he fell in love with me first and my Mom later. I have a very stable memory of family. For that gift I am gratefull to both theses men.

The Dad I grew up died last thanksgiving. So I am down to 3. 3? yes... bear with me, I will get there. His passing has caused a great deal of turmoil, both internal and familial. I am always surprised at the triggers that make me cry now. A song, "Life in the fast lane" by The Eagles, a childs laugh, a stretch of road. I am going in a few weeks to visit a friend in a town I lived in many years ago. I am excited, but also a little aprehensive because of the memories there.

I aquired my third Dad through marriage. My Mom married a wonderfull man. He has become not only my Dad also my friend. Zig and I love to go camping with them. It is less like family and more like meeting up with old friends. He adores my Mom. And I adore him.

My fourth Dad is also acquired by marriage. This would be my father in law. "Ziggys Daddy" as he sometimes comments on Zigs blog. I am fortunate to have married so well. I love Zig AND I have great in laws. We like to hang out and party with them too. He is a smart man, with infinite real life wisdom and an equally twisted sense of humor. I am very gratefull.

So to all my Dads:

Thank you for all your gifts. I love the person I am today. You all have had a
hand in the recipe of Me. I look forward to growing old with you all in my life for many years to come.

To my husband: thank you for aquiring The Princess and being her Dad. I know as the years pass she will think of you more fondly. As a woman, finding a man that loves your child as much as you is one of the most difficult task ever. I am very lucky to be loved by such a generous man.

To The Princess's Dad: I am sorry for all your pain right now. I wish your Dad and family the health and peace. Thank you for giving me the gift of her and for continuing to be a part of her life.

Cows in water.... The finale 2007

2007-06-15T19:54:00.001-05:00

Several months ago I decided a dance class would help me get back and shape, learn some skills and be fun in the process.

It WAS great fun. I enjoyed the hard work and the exercise and sharing with The Princess. I have a new apprecitation for what she does weekly. Ballet in particular was grueling. Tap was a much more fun way to break a sweat.

I was suckered into the end of year show for a nice tap number to New York, New York sung by Ol Blue Eyes himself. I have the costume: black pants, silver sequined top, tap shoes, hat and cane. I practiced and practiced and resigned to have my voluputous ass clearly in veiw of all other the parents. But it felt good to have accomplished something.

The Princess, of course is in multiple numbers. She has ballet, tap, hip-hop and tumbling. She has been so pround of Mom. We did pictures together for tap. She insisted I get a solo pic. She very much wants to do a dance number with Mom. Maybe next show.

Tomorrow is the the big day. Unfortunately, I have been out of commision for a week. I was hoping to recover before the big day, but I am still very sore and tired. I havent worked all week. Zig is worried about me, he doesnt say much about it, but I know. He hates when I am ill and I cant risk a relapse just so the "the show must go on". I am dissappointed and relieved all at the same time. Usually, I assist shuttling the 4 to 6 year olds to stage and the greenroom. I look forward to finally watching her from the seats. This year I will clap louder, and be prouder, because I have danced in her shoes.

8 things about me....

2007-06-13T12:01:00.001-05:00

8 Random Facts MEME
# I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
# Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
# People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
# At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
# Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Gretty was kind enough to tag me. I will get her back I swear. LOL

1. I love chocolate, especially dark chocolate. But I am starting to think it gives me headaches.

2. I swear I will never ever ever ever let someone stick a needle in my spine again.

3. My mom and my spouse are my best friends. I do have a best friend from highschool too, we have a cute lost and found story.

4. I never wanted to be a Mom, but I am glad I did.

5. I wish I didnt crave sex so much.

6. I have worked the night shift for 10 years but never learned to appreciate coffee.

7. I have become painfully aware that I can not do it all. Work, house, relationships.... something had to give. I hate my messy house.

8. My Mom is my hero. The woman is amazing. I am still trying to figure out how she managed 4 kids plus some, college and a career. She got 7 girls total through highschool without any geting pregnant. She teaches special needs kids. She is always there for those in her life. She has driven across country to retrieve my greiving sister, she has spent days in the hospital with me, she has been there for the birth of her grandchildren even when its 5 states away, she is smart, fun, sexy and the woman I want to be when I grow up.

I tag - bunny, dial up princess, mike, lestat, Blued eyed vixen, slut x, Thebiker and(separately) The Teacher.

The Summer Bar

2007-06-12T19:37:00.000-05:00

THe Bahama Llama

Crushed ice in large glass, add 1 shot each Rum, Vodka and Watermellon Pucker, finish with lemon-lime soda. Done right its a subtle pink color and fizzy. A great summer cooler.

oh Its Tuesady! I love tuesdays...

2007-06-12T17:29:00.000-05:00

1. What is the meanest thing you've ever done/said to a lover/loved one?

your serious? I am sure there was something said about someones Mother....I am sure they remember....I hope they understand I am truly sorry, personally I would rather forget I was that vile...

2. Have you ever had sex on an elevator?

Its on my list...

3. Have you ever lied about a rash and said it was a birthmark? OR Have you ever lied about a birthmark and said it was a rash?

ummm no I try not to lie

4. Have you ever had sex on a beach or in the water at a beach/pool?

Water sex sucks... I have yet to test silicone lube though... beach is fun to a point, but sand can be a problem, partial wet is good and leads to fully wet....

5. How old are you? How old do you feel? =P

30ish ish both answers

6. Have you or your partner been injured so badly during sex that you/they had to go to the hospital?

Not yet....but I have had partners ask if I needed an ambulance... tremors are scary to some people I guess.

7. Have you been to a strip club or "titty bar"? (Hooters does NOT count.) If so, did you get a lap dance?

Again on my list....perferably if someone else pays... I'd even go with my partner if they were comfortable with that....

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had a "blog crush" (i.e., a crush on someone, of whatever gender, that you haven't met in person but only know through their blog)? Who? (Link, please, if you dare!) =P

Of course!

Today....

2007-06-10T20:16:00.000-05:00

today i am thankfull for the safe return of my child,

for my spouses return after a bachelor party that did NOT

require bail or shots

for a safe place to lay my head even if its every few hours

modern medicie too, although its equally a thorn in my side

good food and good family and good friends

running water taht is safe to drink

and the knowledge to express what i think

ARRRRGGGGG!. Be forewarned: this be a movie review!

2007-06-05T20:06:00.000-05:00

I crawled out of bed sore and achey early this afternoon. After checking the local theater schedule I had a plan.

Just before 3pm I washed, dressed and went to pick up The Princess. When we arrived at the theater she wanted to see Shrek but Mom had other plans. I needed to see it before someone ruined it for me.

Cabin Boy: Yo ho,haul together, hoist the colours high/ Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die!

I love the Pirates of Caribean trilogy. At Worlds End is an instant classic. It has it all. Love, intrigue, alliances, betrayal. I laughed, I cringed, I wanted to shout at the screen. The plot twists are many but easy to spot(mostly). The movie is visually stunning, the sound track fun and moody. Did I give to much away? I hope not. I cant wait for these to come out as a box set. We cant wait to see how the did some of the scenes.

I am glad The Princess went with me. Except she smelled like a pirate. Really, what is so hard about soap and water? The Heavens know what she mixes with water when I am not looking.... you think a shower would be fun! Not only did she need soap, but she snuggled into her seat with a blanket from the car. It reminded me of watching movies at the drive in, before the broadcasted the sound on FM. We just may have to find one of the few remaing drive ins before they are gone.

Despite the odd Princess odor, some of my favorite moments of the movie are when she leaned her head to my shoulder. Mind you.... I was not allowed to put my arm around her...nooooooo.... she made me take back my hug. But mutliple times throughout the movie I would smile as her noggin rested on upper arm.

The other cool thing that happened is this is the second.... yes second time.... she has sat completely through a film. That speaks volumes. The only other time this happened was The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Go see The Pirates of Carribean, The Worlds End on the big screen. It was well worth it.

Note: this review is my opinion and my opinion only. I love big epics, twisted humor, fairy tales and love stories.

tmi!

2007-06-05T03:00:00.000-05:00

1. Should guys wear pink?

only some of them... but the ones that do it well... omg....

2. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?.

usually closed... i like to focus on the feeling and sight distracts me...

What is the first "non-physical" feature you tend to notice about a person you find attractive?

smart ass, twisted sence of humor, seuxal confidence

4. Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex?

hell yes... and PLEASE!

5. Would you rather receive amazing oral sex or have amazing sex?

both

Bonus (as in optional): If you could say anything you wanted anonymously to anyone, without identifying that person, what would you say?

tie me up, spank me, fuck my tits, let me ride you while you kiss me hard on my mouth, move me how and where you want with strength.... do i need to go on?

71

2007-06-04T21:04:00.000-05:00

Dirty Filthy Princess requested an explaination of 71. I dedicate this post to the sexually curious everywhere.

I have always been sexually alive. My earliest memories make most people look at me strangely. I have taught those that thought age gave them advantge. How silly.
When it comes to sexuality, age's only influence is time for exposure. Imagination and reading and discussion are much bigger factors in commanding a sexual repoitore to make a whore blush.

I have read mens magazines since I started growing boobies. I delight in reading whatever "sex manuals" I can get my hands on, I have lost count on how many. Any chance I get I will discuss sex with almost anyone, almost anywhere. Although I reserve the right to protect jobs and kids. So even shortly after highschool I thought I was reasonably well educated in passion. I do believe I was well educated for my age.

Five years ago something happened. I became re-involved with man of my dreams. It was a fantasy come true on multiple levels. One of his favorite pastimes was a chat programs called IRC. Not only was it fun, but it saved much money on our phone bills before I migrated south into his house.

One of the things I learned on IRC was I was not alone. Frequently in my life, when talking with other woman, I felt like some kind of freak. It was nice to talk to other woman with high sex drives. The other thing I learned on IRC was my imagination was not so imaginative. I had experienced a fair number of sexual delights, I just didnt know they had particular names. LOL. [I learned LOL on irc too:)] [ and I learned :)too, LOL]

Here is the part Dirty Filthy Princess asked for..... 71!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

71 is 69 plus 2. Simple math right? WRONG! Because when your talking about sex, adding anything is really like multipling. 69 + 2 = WOOOHOOO!!!! So if your giving oral, and recieveing oral, (which in my opinion is about one of the greatest positions ever!... but I digress...). Where was I? oh ya giving and recieving simultaneous oral/gential contact.... so that is 69...we are all on board right? GOOD. Now add two fingers. Be creative. Personally I perfer both add ons, and I am not really choosey about where they go either. Use them both in my quivering wet quim. Split the digits between my available holes, just be gentle and lubed.

What does this have to do with IRC? Well IRC is where I first heard the phrase 71. Not being too shy, I asked what that meant. The mischeivous response was, "69+2".
There were many other words and phrases learned for the things I have done or dream about. I have also learned about spreader bars, and had heart felt conversations about BDSM, foot fetishes, crossdressing, bisexuality, homosexuality, shapes and sizes, etc etc etc. I do not always agree. I am not always interested in having the same experiences myself, but I am always willing to appreciate the how, what, why of sexual excitement.

In closing I must add that blogging has also had a similar impact on me. HNT and FNF taught me to appreciate my body as it is, the good, the bad and sexy. Reading other people experinces has also validated my sexuality. I have a comfort and confidence I never experienced before. And I like it. Thank you for all those that open their worlds or create them and visit mine.

ITS TMI!

2007-05-29T21:07:00.000-05:00

1. When you orgasm, do you hold your breath?

ummmmm hold my breath, breath heavy, convulse, tremor, yell, drool and whimper... I think that covers it all....maybe...

2. Have you ever had sex or played around with a celebrity?

Does the star of the local theater count? no? well then I guess the closest I ever got to playing sexy with a celebrity is in my dreams....and boy are they good dreams!

3. Do you think prostitution should be legal? Why or why not?

Leagal, because I need a new job! No seriously, its going to happen anyway, lets give them some respect and some healthcare. Clean it up a bit. Hell I'd like to window shop for some fresh meat...... if permission slips allowed.

4. How do you masturbate? Do you romance yourself? Get straight to the point? Read erotic material?

guilty your honor....plus I have great pornos in my head....

5. Which gives you the most pleasure - intercourse, masturbating for/with your partner, being masturbated by your partner.

I am into pleasing my partner and geting mine along the way. Its part of why I like giving blow jobs so much. Its such a satisfying experience to watch my partner lose control in his bliss. But if your making me choose I'm going with 69 or its fun cousin 71.

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had a crush on a relative?

I have some very hot older cousins..... but mostly my Uncles friends were the subject of my dreams..... except this young but mature, hot, articulate, smart assed, sensitive gruff of a man who stole my heart when I was 13. Thankfully he shares it with me now becasue its a sad life to lead always wondering what if.......

Da count Memorial Weekend...

2007-05-25T05:51:00.000-05:00

Today starts a long weekend for us. The intent is to remember those who have served and given their life for their country. The reality for most people is another excuse to play hooky from work and steal some R and R.

In the Zig house its the opening of Camp season. YAH! camp! We take the kids hours north and subject them to what ever weather comes our way, drink a bit to much, sing a bit to loud and take as many pics of the whole event as possible. I will have you know its been 80 F here all week. I wake up today and its 60 and raining. Typicall. I am going anyways. We have survived snow before.

As for my Da count:

A huge Thank you to all who have served our country, to their families and the people that miss them.

I have never lived anywhere else but I love being an American. We dont always do everything right. But it is a great place to grow up, raise a family and follow your dreams.

My great Grandpa severd in WWI. He had a metal plate in his head. I did not realize till I was much older how lucky he was to be alive. He was missing one eye ball, the socket intact but empty. He had a fake eye but he rarely wore it. I used to be entranced with the roadmap of arteries and veins visible in the hollow depression. Grandpa was way cool. He made his own bread, often cinnamon raison bread and he was generously shared. He grew the smallest tomatoes I ever saw in his back yard. He was always kind and willing to tolerate a kids curiosity. I fondly remember him sitting on his front porch listening to the ballgame on the radio. I offered to put it on the TV. He smiled and said, "But that would take the fun out of it now, wouldnt it!" Years later I realized he grew up listening to the radio. It was comforting to him, and more fun to imagine the game as it was dictated play by play.

His son, my Grandpa is also a great man. He has the same kind demeanor. My Mom's Father served in Korea. If you listen carefully he will talk about his M1 thumb. If you listen carefully he just might strum a few folk tunes on his guitar. Once Grandpa took me for a ride. He showed me where the old railroad tracks crossed the river. Its just up stream from where we are camping this week. He asked me to imagine a train full of young men leaving for boot camp. I swear when I see those empty support pilons I can hear the whipers of those that cried, the shouts of bravado masking others fear, and palpably feel the tention.

I have an Uncle that was military but never saw conflict. I adore him. We do jager bombs together now. I can hardly wait till its time to do shots this weekend and place my 1/2 gallon of Jagermeister on the table:) He still has great stories of service. In fact he just has great stories.

On a side note, I am gratefull for working in a small hospital that takes care of its employees. And I am gratefull for little girls that still like to hold Mom's hand. I am gratefull for Federal camp grounds and the Forestry Service personnel that manamage them. And I am gratefull for the life I have, and the people I share it with.

Has it been a week already?

2007-05-22T21:51:00.000-05:00

5.22.2007
TMI Tuesday #84

1. What was your first job?

babysitting was the first thing I was paid for by a non family member. After that it was bussing tables at a local resort. It opened my eyes to the disparity of wealth in our society.

2. When did you go to your first funeral?

between the ages of 8 and 10 I had several grandparents die. My daughter lost her first grandparent last year.

3. What is the sexiest word in the English dictionary?

confidence. enough said.

4. Are you left handed or right handed? Which direction does the top of your head lean when you kiss on the lips?

very promiently right handed, and honestly I think I take my cue from my partner and lean to accomdate them.

5. Males: Which way do you dress?
Females: Which breast is larger?

I have to ask about this one....i honestly dont know.. it depends on perspective I think. The left is wider the right sticks out more. Zig votes for the right...

Bonus (as in optional):Define sexy

sexy is what ever gets my juices flowing at that point in time. It could be romantic and classic or raunchy and naughty. It can me hints of what is to come, or memories of moments past. Sexy is fit, friendly, frivolous. FUN! definitely fun. Most dancing is incredibly sexy. I like guys with attitude, smart, sarcastic but not in a mean way. The curves of a womans body is sexy, so is a mans abs, groin, tip of a hard engorged, straining cock. Music is very sexy, something about the rythym of some songs..... Touch is sexy. Soft brushing caresses to urgent ass grapplings. Lace is sexy. also Leather. It smells sexy. The smell of a forest is sexy, particulary the woodsy scent of a man's cologne mingling with his natural musk. ok I'll stop there........ I could go on and on....

Happy TMI!

2007-05-15T21:28:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #83

1. Have you ever used foods in your sexual activities (ie; whipped cream, syrup, popsicles) and how did you use them?

sure! whip cream, popsicles, chocolate syrup, it was very artistics and erotic, lots of giggling and fun.

2. If your SO asked you to get them off using only your toes - would you do it and how?
I'd sure try! I'd ask for some pointers, sometimes the best sex isnt about my own gratification but in pleasing my partner.

3. Would you ever participate in an orgy? Have you?

I have played with more than one person at a time... If with in the rules of the relationship at the time I'd do it again. There is a few things I would like to knock off my to do list.

4. What can a lover do to turn you on instantly?

Instantly? show up! then lets have fun exploring from there.....

5. Describe your favorite piece of lingerie or undergarments on yourself or your mate. (PICS PLEASE!!!)

OMG men in boxer breifs! I love the way they hug and reveal but keep secretes too. For me, just about anything that feels good or makes me feel sexy. Could be Tshirt and panties or all out laced up corset and thong... I like variety. But I like seeing his reaction even more.

Bonus (as in optional): Describe the best orgasm you've ever had.

the ones that leave me breathless and unable to think and tremulous. I think the last one was all dark blue with sparkling stars. If my partner is thinking maybe I need a 911 assist then its a job well done. but really he needs to quit panicking and just hold me.. touch me... bring me down slowly. Nothing worse than reaching that level and being abandoned......

Cows in water 5

2007-05-14T17:30:00.000-05:00

So the dance lessons continue. I would like to say I am making progress but my aching head is seriously interferring with class. I still feel clumsy. I still feel fat. I still abhor checking my technique in the mirror. I still move like a cow in water.

On the up side... My Princess LOVES Mom in dance. We sometimes review steps together. She so wants a Mommy and Me routine. It gives us something other than "did you do your homework today?" to discuss. I have a new appreciation for how hard she works on her routines.

She has promised to help me with my recital number. OH yes I said it. I will be in the studios annual spring retical, along with 2 other woman and our instructor. I think we should add in some of the kids so the patrons are distracted by their cuteness. Today we discussed customes. This will be the first time The Princess will help me with my make up pre show.

On the random question side of things..... please comment or leave a link to your blog if your so inclined to post an elaboration....
My random questions is...

If you could have a sexual encounter with anyone, who would it be??????

No holding back. I want to know your favorite crush no matter your current relationship arrangement or consequence or improbablity. Consider this a free pass.

Tagged A to Z

2007-05-11T16:35:00.000-05:00

The lovely CRSE has tagged me. AND reminded me of it.. so here goes...

A- Available or Single? Available only with a permission slip .....I must give fair warning that discussions of permission slip usually involve cleaning of rifles.....
B - Best Friend? Zigzagman. And after him my Mom.
C - Cake or Pie? if its sweet I am probably eating it....
D - Drink of Choice? Depends on the day, the event, the availability. Lately its been Jagermeister. usually as a Jagerbomb, but Redheaded sluts are good too and Sex on a Alligator. Mostly though its because I have found Jager releives my headache.
E - Essential Item(s)? Family. A good brassiere. a pony tail holder. cash.
F - Favorite Color? black, silver, turquoise, magenta
G - Gummi Bears or Worms? worms. I like the way they feel when I slowly pull them back out while sucking on them.
H - Hometown? i cant answer this... long story.
I - Indulgence? many...
J - January or February? both. My birthday is Jan, his is Feb. two good reasons to party!
K - Kids? Hell no! I cant wait for the ones I have to grow up!
L - Life is incomplete without… family.
M - Marriage Date: October 2002. It was a great year!
N - Number of Siblings: 3, I'm the oldest of 4 girls.
O - Oranges or Apples? if its sweet I'll eat it. Pink lady apples are my favorite though. And I'd really like to try blood oranges.
P - Phobias/Fears: small spaces. growing old alone.
Q - Favorite Quote: "As you wish" I dare ya to accurately source it.
R - Reasons to Smile? Numerous. I am a very lucky woman, wife, mother, daughter.
S - Season? Camp season, we love camp.
T - Tag Three: I'll get back to you....
U - Unknown Fact About Me: I cant think of any.....

V - Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals? I eat.
W - Worst habits? I cant seem to let my nails grow. Or get a healthy grip on TIME.
X - X-rays or Ultrasounds? why discrimate againts the MRI or CAT?
Y - Your Favorite Foods: Dark Chocolate. Grilled anything.
Z - Zodiac: Capricorn.

of toys and penguins....Revisited.

2007-05-11T16:21:00.000-05:00

Editors note: This was originally posted in October 2006. I have reviewed and edtied a bit. I hope this satisfies everyones penguin curiosity. Oh, and after this post, my Mother gave us a "Happy Feet" calendar and a penguin pic for the wall for Christmas and for my birthday I recieved penguin pajamas. I love my family. They are so pleasantly twisted.

Did I ever tell you penguins make me horny? Silly I know, but its not the penguin its self per say but really the association with them.

I was babysitting (I wont divulge my age to protect the not so innocent) one evening, the kids were already in bed. I was having just a dandy time playing with the kids toys. Ever have one of those top toys with the handle on top? You push the handle down and the toy spins. I, in all my "wowanly wisdom", was tryin to see how fast I could get it to spin. I must have wasted 45 minutes being so easily amused, unaware I was amusing my window peeper.

RAP! RAP! RAP! on the window. Terrified I looked up. Heart pounding, hands trembling, breath holding terror.... until his benevolent mischeivous eyes met mine. Embarrassed, but delighted, I exhaled relief. He was lean, handsome and wanting inside. Inside to talk to me. Now I'm trembling again, except this time its good. I let him in to more than just the house.

I was giddy. He seemed so mature, in control. He moved with purpose and grace, like a dancer but with more edge.

He was silver tongued too.
His words carressed me before his hands ever touched my skin.

He was gentle and determined. He came for a purpose. I was his purpose. I glowed like only a lass in love can, surrendering willingly. He showed me the way and I followed his lead, mirroring his kisses and his caresses. His desire multipled mine.

The couch gave way to something unknown, unfamilar. Trepidation was replaced with an overwhelming sence of security, well being, bliss. Our teenage bodies mingled carnally. My awareness collapsed inward catapulted by the senousous sensations new to my young body.

I distinctly remember the sence of satisfaction as we lay together, fluids dancing while our muscles rested. He held me close, lovingly, respectfully. I remember feeling important, special, unique and wishing the whole world could be this happy too.

As my awareness of my surroudings returned apparently so did his. MRRP MRRP MRRP!
MRRP MRRP MRRP! I looked to him and he looked to me then we both looked at the TV. Penguins. We shared a laugh, warm bodies still pressed moistly together.

I still think of that moment when ever I see or hear penguins. Penguins make me hot and bothered. I am flooded with auditory, visualy, and olfactory sensations. You see, the penguins were there the first time I ever made love to another person. Not just sex, but honest, compassionate, passionate love to the man I am blessed to share this with now.....

MRRP Mrrp mrrp! Mrrrp mrrrp mrrp! waddle waddle Mrrp mrrp mrrp!

Of discoveries.......

2007-05-10T19:36:00.000-05:00

I love movies. I especially love quirky, smart not your usual Hollywood type movies. Some of my favs are are Fight Club; Snatch; Lock, stock and two smoking barrels; The Dark Crystal; Neverending Story; The Princess Bride; A Dog and his boy; Requiem for a Dream...... etc etc etc.

But what I adore recently is my new favorite hottie. Jason Statham makes me sweat. The movie London is an odd little piece of work. I enjoyed it because of the interpersonal relationship developement. I also enjoyed the accesory fantasys I had regarding Statham's character quirks. I just adore the way the man moves no matter what character he slips into. OH baby Transport ME!

Other recent discoveries in the Zig house....

My breasts have taken on a life of their own. While I enjoy having ample cleavage, I find it disturbing to have to move them out of the way before using proper range of motion of my arms. Happy HNT!

My daughter has discovered Shel Silverstein. I know this because after not sleeping, then working all night, then taking The Short Man to the dentist before finally crashing 24 hours later, she decided 3 pm to 8 pm was more than adequate sleep for Mom . The Princess woke me up by reading to me from "A light in the Attic". Loudly. And continued to read loudly despite Mom falling back to sleep repeatedly. Furthermore, she did not stop even after I stumbled my dreary bottom to the bathroom.
I love her. I am happy she is enjoying Shel's particular sence of humor. I look forward to sharing mine with her. Later. After some sleep.

ya its Tuesday!

2007-05-08T18:29:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #82

1. What sight, sound, smell, object or whatever most remind you of a special someone?

Zig's cologne. My bear that he gave me. Penguins make me horny. The reoccuring thought from last nights tryst.... the list goes on and on, mostly about Zig. But since my Dad died the oddest things make me cry. Sunflower seeds make me think of my Mom, but then again so does the way light falls on the trees and Redbull and Jagermeister, neither of which she can drink any more....lol.

2. Favourite body part/parts of the opposite (or same) sex?

That space on a man between the hip and the package.. that groove just begs to be licked, eyes-they really are the window to the soul, smile and teeth, wide shoulders
I also am very fond of taking a soft penis in my mouth and coaxing it to attention... something about the way it feels as it changes..... but I digress

3. Do you prefer to give or receive?

give, then receive, then give again and maybe give and receive at the same time, followed by some just general fondling of wet parts and some light to heavey kisses and then some 69 again and then maybe a snack in the kitchen and some counter sex....with some shots.... again I digress.

4. One night stands- What's the protocol? Stay the night or get the hell outta there?

Its been more than 5 years since my last one night stand... I say do what ever feels right at the time... but try to do it with some respect and diginity.

5. What is the strangest place you've had sex?

I cant say any thing pops out as strange... though I do have this fantasy of doing it on a crowded dance floor...... wait.... wait..... I jilled off on a boardwalk for a guy once, while wearing nothing but his leather jacket(hey its was early spring and the boardwalk went to the lake)....other than that there has been various indoor and outdoor excursions.....

Bonus (as in optional): How old were you when you lost your virginity? Who was it to? Describe the even

I was 14. I went on vacation with a friend. It was behind the hotel. I did it only because I wanted to know what all the fuss was about. I was not overly impressed. It was ok but not spectular, there was some kindness and attempt to make me comforatable, I said afterwards that it was my first time and bascially was called a liar. It would not be the last time that my skills would be questioned. It took me awhile to figure out it was not a slam but a compliment. They didnt believe my inexperience because I had some skill. At least thats what I tell myself. My second sexual intercourse experience was SPECTACULAR! complete with flashing white lights. Its the source of my weird penquin connection.

Da Count LATE!

2007-05-05T08:24:00.000-05:00

My apologies. I was working on some new photography stuff yesterday and totally forgot my da count.

This weeks Da count is easy. I have been saving it all week and regret its tardiness.

This week I am gratefull for late Saturday night dinners that segue into early Sunday morning breakfasts and everything that happens in between the two. (insert happy dance here!)

Where does it go?

2007-05-03T19:58:00.000-05:00

I live in Michigan. Never lived anywhere else and really dont have any desire to. I love visting other places. But my heart and my home are next the big lake. I like the change of seasons, even if some people think the seasaon are almost winter, winter, winter almost over and construction. LOL.

One of my favorite things about living here is the fresh produce. Right now aspargus is in season. Soon cherries and strawberries will be ripe and ready,then lettuces, beans, tomatoes. Late summer and fall brings apples and squashes and on and on.

I get very frustrated with our local stores though. I understand Michigan does not really support the climate for avocados or citrus, for that I am gratefull to Florida and California. I understand importing California stawberries in January. I understand Georgia peaches are rips long before our cool climate ones. I do not understand why in the peak of apple season in Michigan the majority of apples at my local grocer come from Washington state.

I wanna know where our Michigan produce ends up. If you live in Washington state are you buying Michgan apples in the fall? Do our strawberries mysteriously migrate in June?

This really gets my panties in a bunch. Why do I have to make an extra stop to support my local farmers? Why is it so difficult to purchase local produce with the rest of my shopping?

I would really perfer to eat local, from local farmers. Less shipping, less time from picked to table. Plus it tastes better. And if my food tastes better dont I taste better too?

OH GAME ON! seriously Game on!

2007-05-02T17:31:00.000-05:00

The handsome and dorkish Zigzagman has now entered a new realm.

We recently had discussions about blogging and our private life verses public life. Some people think I give up too much of my private life to a public forum but at least I do it at will. While much waht is or is not acceptable is shades of grey and intermingled I thought we had established some loosely defined rules.

Be forewarned Mr ZIG. Be forewarned. BUAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAH!

The gloves are off man. (actually it was on and a good thing, but you'll have to read below)

Remember Steve and Tami? hmm? do ya? I do. Delitefull couple. I miss them.

Read Zig's first Prince of Dork post here..........

its Tuesaday! ya!

2007-05-01T20:35:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #81

1. Ideal amount of sex per week?

ummmm let me get back to you on this one....OK it thought about... and my answer is..... The ideal amount of sex is the amount that leaves me happy, sexy feeling, appreciated, renewed, and satisfied. Mostly the "ideal" would be until I have had enough but I have learned that sometimes a nudge past enough elicts spectular results!

2. Ever had an online affair?

I love my Zig.

3. Are you a member of the mile high club?

NO! Damn it! I cant seem to get Zig to fly.

4. Are you predjudice against any particular group of people?

it varies. I try not to punish a whole group for individuals though.

5. What constitutes bad sex?

Bad sex? bad sex is sex with someone who does not care to satisfy your needs. I could care less if you blow in 30 seconds, but you damn well better not roll over and be done. At least have the decency to realize I barely warmed up and now need some attention from you hand, lips, or toy. The other form of bad sex is misinformation. Just because you read in Hustler that I have a magic button does not mean it is my only part that works, or that you should attack it with vigor from the first drop of clothing. Even if your sexually well educated it doesnt mean a damn thing if you dont talk to your partner and be willing to laugh and explore and take honest feedback about what works or doesnt. One womans WOOHOO! maybe anothers UGGHHH!. pay attention.

Bonus (as in optional): Can females ejaculate?

Sure.

the household

2007-04-28T20:33:00.000-05:00

As of this week the Zig house official has a teenager.

Multiple thoughts run through my bloldish head. Most of them not pretty.

I am not looking forward to hormones, atttitudes, driving, first dates.

I think these matters are goin to require carefull negotiations. Our first teenager is a boy. I dont think the rules for boys and girls change much. Not everyone agrees. I can already see The Princess carefully calculating... "but HE got to!". Unfortunatly for her I am not so easily swayed. Different kids, different circumstances.

I am however looking for high school and college graduations! I want my life back.

I have assisted or been raising kids for as long as I can remember. I want to play. WITH THE BIG TOYS!

My first step is going to be 27 next week. WOW!. I clearly remember a very shy big kid who needed lots of love, attention and help. He was a fairly easy teenager. He has grown into a fine young man. I am so proud of him.

My other thoughts race back to my teen years. enough said.

drunk dialing

2007-04-26T08:59:00.001-05:00

Drunk dialing is a camp favorite. It is just a favorite game we have also done it from home. I love drunk dialing so much.... that some friends have changed their phone numbers. Their bad. I told him I was going to. So dont bitch that its 3 am "your" time and you have roommate that wants good shut eye before the big shoot tomorrow. You were warned.

So I am at work last week and the phone rings. I am delighted to report I was drunk dialed at work from an out of town coworker . Funniest damn thing. Her all giggling, telling me about her day in no particular order. My favortie part though was this description of the events of that evening with a new gentleman type friend......

"All the cobwebs are knocked out now!"

ROFLMAO. She was soooo proud. I was so happy for her. I mean come on, I am happy for anyone getting them selves a little something something as long as its on the up and up. Or sideways sideways. or upside down.

I love my job. I love my co workers even more. I am going to miss nights.

All HAIL the Crown Prince OF DORK ZIGZAGMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-04-23T23:13:00.000-05:00

WE WON!....

I mean HE WON!.

I am pleased with the campaign. It was hard work but connecting with the people was well worth it. I am sure there are many relieved people.
Relieved from my incessant badgering to go vote... go vote ZIG!...:)
There was the chat people, and the mass emails, and the phone calls and the work people and well just about everyone else too. SOme people even got smart started voting before I could get to them. Kudos for those "I already voted" peeps. I know who you are.

All that is left now is drinking the chilled champagne and collecting my Campaign Manager fees. I believe my white light, mind numbing, tremor inducing total satisfaction will be well worth the week of watching the polls (seriously you have no idea how often I checked for rougue runaway candidates) and reminders to vote and some gentle arm twisting.

I must say My First Crown Prince of Dork is about the handsomest Dork I ever saw.
After some 20+ years since we met... He still makes my heart flutter. I still get excited knowing he is home when I drive home from work. I love and lust him. Its just now I get to say things like... "your a dork" and have proof!

Prince of Dorks... or Princess of Dorks......

2007-04-23T21:20:00.000-05:00

This is a Sticky note... and will remain at the top of my page until Zig wins victoriously or hangs his head in shame.... of course you help victory (and my quest to forever torment him as a Crowned Prince Of Dorks) by follow the link on "vote" below to the polling page.

Newer posts below, thanks for stopping by!

If you are so inclined, please read Zigs submission and then VOTE.

The Fabulous people at Dorkblogger have come up with a contest complete with stories submitted by would be Prince or Princess of Dorkdom and polling.

I of course know I am married to the best looking Dork ever. I mean come on....

case in point..... Once we were out with our favorite roadie. (I know you hate that dollface but shush its my story) Zig in all his wisdom and dorkiness hands Sffade a flask of Courvoisier(while sitting in the bar) and I quote "to sniff"... except he forgot to tell Sffade this. Poor Sffade took a huge quaggle to sample then looked around with tears in his eyes for a place to spit it out before finally choking it down. We should note in the Zig house we like Courvoisier...WITH a coke chaser. Sffade was sitting in front of single malt scotch. NO MIXER IN SIGHT. Poor abused friend, to his credit he still hangs with us when he can.

2nd case While in the mall for family day... The local 4 H is having a petting zoo. As The princess is oooing and aahhhing and petting the bunnies, Zig leans over and whispers loud enough for the handlers to hear, "bunnies taste like chicken". Oh! the horror on The Princess's face!. Oddly enough the handlers never blinked.

Later, at the same event... He convinced The Princess that LLamas are carnivours and particularly like fingers. This lead to an all day discussion on llamas including the Short Man's proclaimation that Zig is O.W.L. "obesessed with llamas". Part of the discussion included Zig asking The Short Man if he knew the band "BananaLlama".... too which The Short Man replied "yes". proof is here..... at zigs blog.Please take special note of his discussion with The Princess at the end.

IN THE SAME DAY....... While at the dinner table Zig turns to The Princess and in all seriousness says..."I can read you mind and I can prove it"..... she is mesmerized.... he says urgently, "QUICKLY, give me a number between 1 and 3" and before she can say anything he says dramaticly "2!"..... she was awestruck until she realized 2 really the only whole number option......In all seriousness he has been saving that one for years, to use at just the right time. I'd tell you about his favorite knock knock joke but it doesnt play well in type.......

So please vote for my favorite dork at DorkBlogger.com if theses stories dont win you over than at least learn about his friend Argyle in his submission at the link Zigs Dork Entry. Thank you for your support. Vote Here.

da count

2007-04-20T17:19:00.000-05:00

I had specifics for this weeks Da Count but now I forget.

SO...... I am thankfull for relavtively decent health, kids so smart as to actually be a challenge to raise, renters, a job I usually am exicited to go to, the newly green leaves, more food than I could possible eat, but mostly for a spouse that loves me even when he is angry with me, a spouse that defends my sleep from sleep predators, a spouse that enjoys camping with my family, a spouse who still wants to spend time with me.

thats the short version.

hugs and happy weekend.

ITS TUESDAY! YA ! more revelations......

2007-04-17T17:48:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #79

1. My biggest sexual turnoff is __________?

ummmmmm animals? under legal conseting age or blatant manipulation of someone with no or poor references to make informed decisions? extreme pain? I'm sure there is more... I just can't think now oh thought of one more... a quick trigger guy with not enough brains to help me get off... dude I dont care if you got off as soon as you got in... its almost a compliment... but I believe God gave you a tongue and fingers for a reason and that reason is ME! :)

2. Do you prefer natural tastes or flavored lubes?

Do I have to choose? I like vareity! give me both! anyone ever try that spray liquid sour candie? Altoids? POProcks? popsicles? or the ZigHOuse personal favorite LISTERENE BREATH STRIPS!!!!!!!!!!...oh baby.... tingle and flavor.... Flavored condoms still tastes like latex but at least it makes Bjs more interesting because without his scent its kinda lame. I do have this product called Ex-c-TEE that is orange dreamish from a company called True Romance. that tingles too..... damn I did it again TMI HUH?

3. How much money would it take to convince you to get on stage naked?

question is.... How much money would YOU spend to see my naked on stage.... lets negotiate...*smirk* oh and I accept large gifts with appreciating value too...

4. Have you ever been to an AA meeting or similar support group meeting?

no, and they dont want to come to camp either....

5. Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy?

Yes, often I have cold feet, thankfully MrZig is tolerant. I try to make them clean and matching... but I digress. As for unsexy, how can you have fun with cold feet? if socks would help him pay attention to me and get his groove on then double up baby its goign to be a long night!

Bonus (as in optional): Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested?

Only picture that state or county has of me is on my drivers liscence... as far as someone else..... maybe... I once followed a widely weaving 25to 40 in a 55 mph zone driver 5 miles because I was to scared to pass. I got to work and called with all the details. If you are that blatanly intoxicated whether alcohol, pot or prescription then you dont deserve to drive.

Da Count for Friday the Thirteenth

2007-04-13T09:03:00.000-05:00

Talking The Princess on a impromtu walk and having her lead.... We skipped.
Btw way.. if you havent skipped lately give it a go... great exercise... and if you dont feel better afterwards then your just a party pooper anyways......... I am sure it was a sight for the highway travelers. My coat open, my D cups boingidity boiggidity boinging... under my top in a bra not made for skipping.... (I sure hope they were watching me and not her, not because I am an attention whore but..... ... she is only 10. Those pediphile pervs really piss me off.)

The Princess's hand in my own. Her hand is larger now. And shapped just like mine, complete with crooked little finger. My heart grows a bit everytime I get the opportunity to cradle her hand in my own.

My Princess requesting a scrub top to wear to career day. She is so proud of her mom. I left her my stethscope too. Bonus dropping them off at the school with the fireman and Police K 9 unit roaming the halls in uniform (insert drooling here).

I am greatefull for a spouse that lets me sleep when I need it. I was up for more than 24 hours again. Some of it scheduling.. some of it just bizarre no sleep bullshit. adendum... I am also gratefull that same spouse can look me straight in my googly eyes and say "Go to bed now, your getting silly." Of course, he adores my stubborn ass staying up another 15 minutes just to prove that he does not have to send me to bed for my own good.....wait... maybe that is a good thing.(insert evil grin here)

I am gratefull for Michigan weather and seasons even though we are a bit tired of snow this year... I see spring all around and it makes me all fuzzy and warm inside.

Books from a memory long ago....and a man who does not forget.

Local produce....ya for summer.

tmi #78

2007-04-10T20:39:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #78

1. Stubble... good or bad? How often do you shave?

I am weird.... I realy dont care what my man does with his face except for the Osama Bin Laden look....(not to MrZig, this look is never to be revisited) as long as there is some type of occasional maintainence I am happy. and stubble is damn sexy on the right man, all time favorite.... Goatees... I am not sure why but a goateed face will always get a second look from me.... plus I like the particular advatages of a little facial hair (see bonus question).... but I digress..

2. How often do you kiss (read make out) with your so?

The goal is daily, but sometimes things like proximity and schedules get in the way.

3. Have you ever placed a personal ad or answered a personal ad?

no and no. But I have noticed the stigma for personal ads is resolving..lots of more or less normal people do so now, its not just for the desparate or perverse.. or
perversly desparate... again I digress...

4. Where was the first place you ever had sex?

Behind the hotel, behind some bushes on his coat. I am going to stop there.

5. After a night of great sex, who do you tell? How much?

Depends...somedays I'll tell who ever will listen.... and all the details...other days I keep it to myself... the secret kinda feels like wearing lingerie under a business suit. Mostly importanly though I make a point to tell my spouse. I think good deeds should be rewarded... particulary with more good deeds.

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever kissed your partner on the lips after oral sex without brushing teeth, nor washing/gargling/rinsing out mouth? Turn on or off

I try to establish this as acceptable behaviour or not early in a relationship... if he is into so am I... if not... I can play nice. As for me, I love to kiss him after he has been tongue tickling my nether regions. I mean seriously,if I thought it was that gross how could I expect him to go there? Sometimes the next morning I can still smell sex on his beard. Hot. Very Hot. makes wet all over again.

2007-04-08T07:55:00.000-05:00

Happy Easter.

I miss my family. Both my immediate family and those more distant. I helped sick people get better instead of watching my kids inhale vast amounts of sugar infused treats, instead of dinner with relatives, instead of hiding eggs.

These holidays are odd for me. I miss the big family gatherings. I miss the special treats reseverd for family get togethers. I miss seeing faces and hugging people not usually associated with my day to day life. I miss the fights and the laughter and the sence of belonging.

My family is in transition. I havent quite caught up with the idea. My Aunts and Uncles who used to be my core are now distant. They have grandkids now.

I fit somewhere in between.

I am kinda like the lost child.

I am not my Grandparents child but often at family events my Aunt will look me honestly and in the eye and say
"do you know what your "mother" did the other day...." It takes me a few sentences to realize she does not mean my mother, her sister, but actually is talking of her mother, my grandmother. Was that confusing? I am sorry. My Aunt is not the only one. My Grandmother has talked to me about my "sister".... My mother... her daughter..
My Uncles do it too. My youngest Uncle is 5 years older than me.

I am five years older then the next grandchild, and for the majority I am 10 years older or more. My uncles were having children about the same time I was. My daughter is the first Great grandchild. But it doesnt seem that way.

There is no Easter dinner this year. I work both the night before and night of Easter, not much time for preparing much of anything... and my child is 1/2 state away. I am hoping she will be home today, weather permitting.

Gotta love Spring in Michigan. The daffodils have bloomed but succumbed to the snow and wind. Green grass pokes through a fluffy blanket of snow. I guees that is kinda how I feel to day. Like a season looking forward to warmer weather but not quite giving up on winters icy grip.

I suppose that is enough rambling this morning.

My Easter wish is for my family to know deep in there soul how much I care. I wish the best for yours too.

TMI..... Lets play...

2007-04-03T19:45:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #77

1. What is your middle name?

I was blessed with my mothers first name and my great grandmothers first name is my middle one. I am honored, though I struggle to remember the delicate woman who smelled like ben gay. My great grandpa doted on her every whim. Although frail appearing the woman had a commanding voice when she saw fit to use it. I was a teenager before I realized some families choose middle names at random. In my family it is usually a friend or relative. A place of honor.

2. Where do you keep your toys? In your nightstand?

nightstand .......but payday this week I am getting a lock box. Long story I dont care to discuss now.

3. How many toys do you have? List them! (links & pictures are nice, too!) =P
does each finger count? do each of his fingers?... and his tongue? penis ? and thigh? and... damn i have a lot of toys.... oh and I do have one with bells and whistles (not really bells and whistles but i bet somewhere there is video clip of a whistling pussy)lol

4. Are you a swinger? Ever wanted to be?

no, yes.

5. When should parents sit children down for the "birds & bees" talk?

sit down? *shock and horror look*
sex ed starts as soon as kids can touch them selves and talk. Proper name for body parts without guilt, corralling self touching to acceptable private areas without guilt, talking about what they hear and see by the media, discussing what is going to happen to tween bodies before it starts happen....answering questions about babies and mommies and daddies in a real but age appropriate way then building on those discussions.

Bonus (as in optional): Do you know how many sex offenders are in your city? Find out & tell me. (click here!)

I tried this in several ways I couldnt get there. But life has taught me.... people interesting in the very young or socially unacceptable are everywhere.... list or not....you never know.

My memory filled weekend.....and blushing.......

2007-04-02T21:42:00.000-05:00

So we have relinquished the cabin to renters. They have done great stuff with the house but I will miss it. I went this weekend to clean out stuff. Mostly my dads stuff that I could not deal with after the funeral in November of last year. It was painfull.

Many memories later I am home with more stuff I dont quite know what I should do with it. Except the albums. Mostly from the 70's and 80's. I still have not counted them all, but I did eyeball each and every cover. Some are of little notice, but the cover art work on others flooded my head and heart and eyes.

One of particular note is Derringer. If you are familar with Derringer then the one in particular I am fond of is the one red and white target and handgun on the cover. "If I weren't so romatic, I'd shoot you." Funny, the song was just silly and fun when I was 10, now it has many more levels. I guess experience does that to you. I can hardly wait to get all albums to digital.

Dads compound bow needs some work. Cool thing.... I can actually pull it back now. Apparently I have gained some muscle since 13. I have considered archery before, maybe now is the time.

Pictures, pictures, pictures, pictures. Again, hard to get through, too many feelings, too soon. I have eyeballed them all, just haven't sorted them. The square pics from the 70's are definetly showing some signs of aging. The color is degrading to some reddish hue. The earlier black and whites are still sharp though. Hopefully I can save our families memories to digital too.

On a funnier note:

I called my younger cousin old this weekend. When we arrived at the house he was sweeping the loose stones off driveway. I rarely see him anymore so a hug was in order, along with the comment "Your getting old, (weird look from him) old men sweep driveways." to which he laughed and smiled. Poor lad has been domesticated. But it was evil satisfaction for me to see his expanding waist line. And while typing this I realized he laughs like our Uncle Tim, 2 days later I finally nailed that one down.

... At the post office I overheard a conversation between a lady in her 60's and a lady in her 70's. I know this because it came up in their conversations. But what made me chuckle was their vernacular. These two well dressed older women tossed around words like asshole and bitch like teenagers learning to use cuss words for the first time. I would have blushed, but.... well ya know... I dont blush much these days.

And I miss Steve. Steve made me laugh. and sometimes cringe, but mostly laugh. I wish him and his important people well in health, wealth and love.

taged ....

2007-03-31T06:14:00.000-05:00

The lovely hot and horney housewife was gracious enough to tag me....here goes...

5 things you dont know about me.... and 5 people to tag....

1 I wore penguin pajamas at the hotel on thursday, walked all around the hotel in them....

2 I have considered careers in art restoration, theater, education, sex therapy, forensic science, jewelry design and apprasial, call girl, animal behaviour, photography......

3 I have consindered listing everything i eat, all exercise and my weekly weight on my blog to help make myself accountable for my health and to see my progress.....

4 I start to write stories... but stop because ....well I havent quite figured that out yet.

5 I love my kids and they are at a cool age but I can hardly wait for them to grow up, at which point I realize I will wish for their more innocent days.

and I am tagging.... alex and suze, lestat, holy visile, suck me, cherrie.

toys...sometimes i wonder why i participate.....

2007-03-26T21:03:00.000-05:00

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

ITS TUESADAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-03-20T21:43:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #75

FYI - if you have any TMI questions you want posted, let us know! tickledpinktoes[at]gmail[dot]com

1. When you are out in public, do you often get hard/get wet?

which day and what is the eye candy like?..... probably daily though...I think this is why panties where inveneted... so they absorb your hotness before it soakes your britches.

2. When you masturbate, how long, typically, is your session and what do you think about (other than having an orgasm)?

I dont think about having an orgasm otherwise it never happens. As for time it varies... could be an hour or 5 minutes. Repeats sessions are great. I do have eleborate fantasies. Sometimes serial fantasies that develope over time, like soap opera porn. My particular objects of desire change sometimes years later,sometimes days days. Could be anyone, rockstar, average joe, actors, famous or not. If you walked by me it could be you. No real contact needed, though a good conversation will change someone from a "ok but not interested" to an fantasy FWB. Funny though I never think of anyone else while with Zig. When I am with him its all about us.
damn... that was TMI, HUH????

3. What is your most pleasurable intercourse position?

depends on my mood, but I get bored easy so variety is good.

4. How often do you use the word "fuck" (or its derivatives) in casual conversation - frequently, occasionally, rarely, never.

I am trying to cut down.Its a filthy habit that looses its punch when overdone.

5. Have you ever had a spontaneous orgasm? How when why where?

yes and which time?

Bonus (as in optional): Post a link to a picture you consider a strong sexual turn-on

He is a good man, We have taken many pics together. This pic was taken about 5 years ago, on about our 3rd date after, many years apart. I blush everytime I see it. This pic never fails to get me hot and bothered. Which is kinda funny when I go to Mom's house and I have to walk past it every time I walk down her hall of pictures.

Zigs Concoctions

2007-03-19T22:36:00.000-05:00

I am starting a theme post. In the Zig house I easily get bored. With food, clothes, drinks. I'd say sex but Zig knows how to keep my interest. *wink*

So our cabinet has enough liquor to start a bar. Pretty much there is at least one partial bottle of the basics in there. Because of me. I get bored. And I will drink most anything.

Single malt Scotch? got it. (thanks sffade) Whiskey? several types and brands. Rum? oh baby with coke or for daiquaris? cuz I have the mixers too...Schnappes? several flavors....whats your perference?..Tequilla? ...lol do you want (body) shots or margartias? .... .Vodka? Sure its great for lemon drops, mix drinks and bloody mary's. I even have the "good" olives for it. plus assorted "good" beers and wines and the occasional special occasion liquour like Lemoncello or Chambord.

By "good" beer I mean something with some color...and/or microbrewed.... none of that piss colored stuff major American breweries pass off as drinkable. Wines are usually young, easily drinkable and may or may have a twist off. (geeeeesh, I am not always an alcohol snob). I am very partiall to local Michigan wines, especially varietals and fruits. Plus I like giving back to the community. (HEY! its my excuse, I am sticking with it!)

So its a weekly ritual in the Zig house. me: "I'd like a cocktail." MrZig, "What would you like lass?" (I love when he calls me lass or my love or agrah) me: "I am not sure....." to which he responds by getting up, going to the kitchen and coming back with some concoction usually perfect for my mood. I said usually. Some are better than others. Some are a bit strong and need tweaking. Rarely are they outright failures. The man has more than one gift. *giggles*

We have discussed these experiments of libations. Unfortunately we have not kept good track of them. So tonight is the first. I get to name them. Or you can help. Suggestions welcome. Or corrections if I choose a name already taken.

Red eyed bull:

3 Shots Jack Daniels (perferablly black label or gentlemans or specialty)

2 shots concentrated cherry juice (havent tried this with frozen concentrate ...this was done with concentrated montemorcy cherry juice like what is found in health food stores)

1 can RedBull

Use a tall, large glass. Pour jack over 4 ice cubes then add cherry concentrate, mix in Redbull until cherry juice no longer settles.

Critique: The color is a glorious ruby red with a light froth on top, the taste is hints of aged oak riding over tart cherry and citrus . The feel is light and refreshing, tickles the tongue, effervescent. I think a great summer cocktail.

Note to self.....

2007-03-18T22:59:00.000-05:00

NEVER use the mentholated analgesic body rub BEFORE using the porcelain facilities in the bathroom. Well, unless your into that kinda thing, but for me it was intially cooling and tickley... yes I said tickley.... then................ burn...oh the burn.... oh oh the burn. Some quick soap and water helped. But my knee feels much better. I am still trying to figure out how I angered my knees this weekend but that is another post.

I once heard a Radio station guy lose a bet and on air reached into the front of his pants with a hand well lubed with BenGay. UMMMMMM..... It was funnny when it happened to someone else. They literally followed him to the bathroom to broadcast his discomfort. Yelling, cussing, whining.
He had to remove his under shorts because the Bengay got onto them and started the events all over again. When he finally returned to the studio, they described him as sweating and pale. LOL. MEN!

At least mine was accidental....wait....that doesnt make it any better does it?

Post St. Patty's day....

2007-03-18T15:42:00.001-05:00

Its a beatutifull spring day here in Michigan. Cool, crisp but sunny. I love the way the sun's fingers warm my skin while a counterpoint breeze cools me.

It was time to pick up The Princess. She had a visit with her Dad and Aunt. Dont ask. Dont even think about it. They are friends, my sister and my ex, as disturbing as that is to me. but I digress....

My drive to G.R. was pleasant and peacefull. It is always amazing to me to see the world wake up every spring. I spyed multiple birds of prey of various sorts. A few hawks and an owl. No eagles, they are a bit more elusive. My drive up does offer a veiw of a cranes nest, at least I think so, from the quick glimpses I get at 60 miles per hour from the bridge over looking the river bayou.

I arrive at the designated drop off point and wait just minutes for her Dad. They pull in the drive and I laugh out loud. My eyes are treated to a vision of her chauffered by the burly bouncer looking Dad and the little rock star. Her winter coat is black with gold and red orieral thread patterns but all I see is the fur of the hood framing her face. Tendrils of straight blonde accentuate the framing affect. Pink tinted sunglasses obscure her green eyes. She is all casual, confident and cool. My Princess. My little diva.

I purposefully took a Flogging Molly cd with me becasue The Princess commented on friday that she has beeen listening to irish music with MrZig and the next day was St. Patricks day. So a day late, Mom delievers. After acquiring The Princess and all her diva trappings we set off promptly for home, but not before Flogging Molly made our ears tickle.

The day is still bright and pleasant. Traffic is light to fair. I am happy. I reach back with one hand and she gives me a sound slap, kinda of a sideways high five. Life is cool. I am glad to have her home. I am giddy and resisting the urge to do a jig while driving.

Not fifteen minutes later I am commenting on a song and get no response. I quick rearveiw check reveals ummmmm nothing. I hazard a quick look back and my heart melts in that happy parental way. The Princess is out cold, head hanging forward, out cold. Sunglasses still on, long hair partially obscuring her face. The rock star has crashed. *big smiles*

We arrive home without incedent. I wake my sleeping beauty. Though MrZig and I have spent several quality days together I am eager to see him.

I find him in the computer room, legs up, chair back and snoring. *insert loving wife smile here*

I guess thats why they call them lazy Sundays.

St. Patricks Day 2007

2007-03-17T20:02:00.000-05:00

I slept till 4 pm. No kids, and a good romp in the wee hours precipatated a lovely restfull sleep. Although I felt a bit hung over from the previous evenings festivities.

After a lovely chat with Mom, and a shower, Zig took me to the local watering hole for some wetting of the whistle and grub. I had a nicely stacked (ok i giggled when i typed stacked, this perv thing is getting way out of controll) Reuban. I ate the the garlic dill pickle but few of the chips. I did nosh on some deep fried veggies. Zucchini, cauliflower, mushrooms and onion rings deep fat fried till golden and crisp. YUMMY!

NO GUINNESS! I am shocked and dismayed. But for free they would add green die to your beer. I settled for a bottle (or 2) of Killians.
People watching was amusing as usuall. Interspersed between Zigs musings, my drivle and the mutual deep longing looks of astonishment were observations, comments and hypothesis about the people around us.

After dinner and a walk to replenish home supplies we settle in for some quiet time and streaming from Live from Ireland. We like the traditional and folk version.

I used to say I was Irish by injection only. My Grandpa corrected me. Apparently mixed in my English, German, Polish and some other stuff is a wee bit of Irish. To which my Uncle cried..... "Mom, MOM..... Dad says we are Irish?!?!?!". I never heard her response but I am glad not to be the only who was not well informed.

So this typically American mutt is off to enjoy an evening with her man. Again. YIPPEEEEEE!!!

Happy St. Patricks day!

Da Count....damn i lost track....

2007-03-16T20:39:00.000-05:00

People occasionaly ask me why, with my overdrive libido, I am adament about honoring my no sharing rule MrZig and I agreed to at the rebeginning of our relationship.

First I learned a long time ago I suck at lying. I describe myself sometimes as being akin to reading a newspaper though a fishtank. Its all there, maybe a bit obscure, but its readable. Heart on my sleave is an understatement.

Second, I entered our new commitent for each other openly and honestly. I demand to keep it that way. No dark corners, no skeletons in closets. I am a pretty open book but MrZig definitely gets to read the fine print and understands the obscure references. It is important to both of us to be supportive, loving, and honest. Its our foundation, I refuse to crack it.

More importantly, I honor the rules of our relationship because, well, I love the relationship. He is one of the sexiest men I know. He completes me.He is my other half. I could go on and on.....ok I will..... He takes the time to listen. YA I know, lots of guys do that, but he REALLY listens. He lets me vent about the kids, the budget and work. We talk about EVERYTHING. He is my board to bounce ideas off of, my reason when emotions have stunted my reasoning, my counselor, my lover, my friend, my mentor, my hopes, my dreams and rarely a pain in the ass. (i'm not expounding on that you imagine.LOLOL. ya all are pervs, really, pervs the lot of you.)

Work has been especially trying for both of lately. Him with the search. Me, well, lets just say an service job has great rewards and huge THIS SUCKS! factor. I love being a nurse. Honestly, when I think of what else I want to.... I have some difficulty articulating another a career choice. I was made for helping people in some capacity or another..... ZIg helps me keep doing that. Even after a tough week physcially, emotionally and getting my ass chewed by my boss. but that is another story.

So in a long winded way, I want to use my Da count to say I love my husband, not only for sex (spectacular, unselfish, no I am not sharing), but also for his friendship, counsel and the balancing effect he has on me.

He sums it well..... I was made for him and He was made for me. Thank you my love for being here for me in all the ways you are here for me. It does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

about me...

2007-03-15T09:43:00.000-05:00

Most of it is scarey dead on. Except the "like everything in its place" I am terribly unorganized.

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TMI a little late

2007-03-14T14:37:00.000-05:00

TMI Tuesday #74

1. What is your favorite charity? Do you you give your time or just money to that charity?

I am one of those people who always think they are going to start soon.... except I am a sucker for school and scout fundraisers, I always buy too much.

2. Describe your bed. What side do you sleep on?

The left. Other then that my bad is my favorite place and also my arch nemesis. Shift work sucks. But sucking for pleasure ROCKS!.

3. How important is a partners kissing ability?

Its a deal breaker. Fortunately Mr Zig makes that deal very pleasurable. Especially when he applies his skills from my lips to my ....ummmm....lips, I mean knees, ya my knees. Ever have someone lick, nuzzle, suck the back of your knee or inside of the elbow?

4. Have you ever purposely tried to seduce someone over a long period of time?

Does more than a year count? Poor Zig didnt stand a chance.

5. Top or bottom?

Both of course! and add in a little reverse, sideways, X, T, 69, 71...... MIX IT UP BABY!

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever shaved your pubic hair?

Which time?

Da count #7 busy week at the Zig house.

2007-03-09T20:49:00.000-06:00

Breakfast with The Princess and egg-in-baskets made with bunny, flower and teddybear shapes.

Waking up to fried potatoes and "seasoned" sausage for dinner, cooked with love by Mr. Zig because I passed out before dinner. Crazy shift work does that to you, you never know just when your going to crash.

Watusi wine from Karma Vista Winery.

Manchild not able to read a glass thermometer, bringing it to me, the nurse, with the mercury totally past leagally dead.... then denying heating it. lol. that is priceless.

The Princess walking up to the receptionist at the bank and very matter of factly stating "I would like to open an account, but my Mom has to sign for it too." She waited patiently for the bank representive, then proceeded to answer most of the questions correctly and politely. Furthermore, she used her own money to open her account which was carefully counted out in little plastic baggies. I am proud of her. She comes up to my shoulder now, she not only is bigger but oddly mature.

Speaking of The Princess..... Words from the princess....."Eliza was my very best friend, but she moved and we parted paths." (reminder The Princess is 10. What ten year describes former friends as "parted paths"????)

Pediatric Advanced Life Support. I am now, as of today, certified. Two days out of town for education and testing. I have a shiney couplet of books and cue cards, a cool pin with a Bear on it, and a card with my name on it, with 6 credits. WOOHOO!!!!!!

and mostly importantly:
Reading the Mr's blog and his love for me bared for all to see.

TMI #73

2007-03-06T08:09:00.000-06:00

1. Have you ever orgasmed sitting at your computer? What was the situation?

no

2. Ever been sexual harassed? What happened?

no

3. Who is your hottest nerd crush?

cant really say that I have one

4. Can a man have multiple orgasms?

sure, especially if his partner is skilled and understanding

5. Is there such a thing as too much sex?

For me rarely, but it can happen. For others I suppose it depends on genetics, situations, skill etc etc.

Bonus: Have you had sex in the last 24 hrs?

yes

Late Da count

2007-03-03T13:37:00.000-06:00

To a new year and new lives.

The Zig house is taken on new employment. MrZig is considering his options and so far I support him 100%.

Personally, my work world is changing too . I will remain with my present employer but am moving to a Supervisor role. I will be the person holding down the fort on weekends. I am excited to see what happens in other departments. Its a daunting task to be responsible for all the employees and and guests and patients. I am up for the challenge.

Our friends at Alexsuze.com have a new chapter to write in the book of their lives. Congratulations. Their blogposts are fun, educational but mostly I love the honesty of two people very much in love.

TMI 72

2007-02-27T12:48:00.000-06:00

1. Commando: Sexy or disgusting? Do you have a "best" commando story?

my favorite commando story : wearing a knee length skirt when out to dinner with MrZig, half way through an enjoyable evening, I excused myself to the ladies room, upon my return I kissed him soundly and shoved my slightly damp panties into his hand, about the time I was taking my seat the waiter arrived to clear dishes, zig loking perplexed almost tossed the panties onto the dishes to be cleared but at the last second realized it WAS NOT the paper dinner napkin he thought it was....*giggle*. I am not sure he was amused. By the way, after several commando episodes, I know get grilled before leaving the house if my skirt is knee length or shorter..... *concerned MR Z look* "You are wearing panties today, RIGHT?"

2. Foreplay: Is there such a thing as too much?

rarely, but I'm sure there is an excess to everything, hard to imagine though.

3. Oral sex: Good if you are getting? Good is you are giving? Equally ewwwww?

69 ROCKS! I adore 69.... infact 71 is even better..... 69+2 you decided what 2 and where *giggles*

4. Orgasm: Is one per night enough or does the first one just get your motor running?

depends, often first one gets me going and I am ready again after a short recovery, other times I am out as soon as my head hits the pillow

5. Morning sex: "Oh hell yes!", "Well if I have, too." or "Just get in the shower and go to work."

did you say sex? and it doesnt involve animals or illegal ages or extreme pain or... I am sure there is more on my do not do list.... but other than that DO ME BABY! I love wake up sex whether morning afternoon or evening wake ups. something vey sexy about moving from dreaming to what the f*&^*? to OHHHHHH YAAAA...... I love that ah ha moment when you finally realize what is going on and how good it feels. I work nights so schedules are often a problem, the great equalizer.... giving my partner free rein to molest me in my sleep... sometimes I wake up feeling delightfully good reach down and know why... other times I have no recollection whatsoever, even if I participate. That is no cristism of his technique.. just shows how tired I was.

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had anonymous sex? Have you ever had an orgasm without at least knowing your partner's last name?

I have always known first names.... at least at that time, some of them are even memorable. But Mr Zig has always been the yardstick that everyone else was measured up to. I adore that man.

cows in water 4

2007-02-26T22:27:00.001-06:00

This week was much better. I acutally am remembering some of the combinations. The grande pliees are getting easier. The mirror stilll taunts me though. The bitch is just to realistic and unforgiving. I need to work on my balance though. I feel secure at the barre. Mostly I just feel good. Wish I could afford to do this several times a week.

TMI 71

2007-02-20T18:05:00.000-06:00

Would you rather...

1. be famous now & forgotten after you die or forgotten now & famous after you die, forever? & Why?
cant i just have the wealth without the fame? look what fame did to Britney and Anna Nicole

2. give blood or read Hamlet? & Why?

I'm a nurse, blood saves lives. but I'd read the Hamlet while given the blood.

3. be extravagantly rich, but hated by others or be well loved and admired, but dirt poor? & Why?

what good is the money if you have no one to share it with. I have been to some Helluva good time parties given by some rather poor people....

4. be imprisoned for the rest of your life or kill someone? & Why?

I could kill someone if eminent harm was threatened to myself or those I cared for.

5. fight Mike Tyson or talk like him? & Why?

Oh please let my fight him... my ears are too big anyway...

Bonus (as in optional): Who would you kill if you were guaranteed to get away with it

actually there is no one currently on my must die list.

Cows in water 3

2007-02-19T16:18:00.000-06:00

Today we learned more turns....and beat up my body more. It feels good in that twisted athletic way.

In the past weeks, I have learned balanc`e and glissade and pas de bourr`ee. Today this Cow was learning pique turns and tour jetes . Sad, really, really sad. I feel like I am moving through silly putty. I keep forgetting where my arms should be and to tuck my ample bottom in for that important pelvic tilt. My balance is off.

I swear if ever hear of people talking about sissy dancers again I personally will kick them in the shins. Ballet is remarkably much more difficult than it appears.

I refuse to quit!

Here is a link of ballet terms and with the right player video demonstrations.
American Ballet Theatre Ballet Dictionary.

lazy days

2007-02-19T12:18:00.000-06:00

I am not ignoring you. I just dont feel right. Not quite sure what is going on inside this bizarre world of my body. I have literally slept so much that my body hurts from laying in bed to long. Zig thinks I've been burning the candle at both ends to long. I am taking a wait a see attitude. I swear if I come up with another bizzaro never heard of disease again i'm disowing this body. We cannot afford any interuptions in service at this time. I'll be back. Actually I am still kinda lurking in the hallways. Yes, I am watching you. Dont call the police again. I promise I'll only look..... and maybe fondle myself while doing so.

Da Count this week.....

2007-02-16T16:49:00.001-06:00

Its hard to supress a smile when you drop your child off for a roller skating party. Memories of skates with 4 wheels turn in your head. That smile returns when you go to retrieve said child and your eyes are amused by the unexpected appearance of a much younger child looking for yours. As they hold hands and skate away I am filled with adoration, love and pride.

Its hard to supress the wetness down below when watching my man dress, or undress or shave.

Flavored waxey kisses in the morning from your daughter are an innocent, delicious treat. I pray it stays innocent for much much longer but know in my heart all too soon those kisses will be reserved for some punk kid who probably wont appreciate them.

I love dinner with in laws. Its always an enjoyable time. They are bright, eloquent and classy. Its even more fun when we get to go to dinner at the local sports bar and play air hockey, basketball and real arcade games with the kdis. Also fun to watch them empty pockets and purses of everyone at the time for their own game time. The princess, as usuall, made first contact with people other than our table. This time it was 2 boys ages 10 to 12 from Wisconsin. Apparenly hockey players. She is a master flirt already, she come by it naturally. She also flirted and charmed her way into helping a young couple with their Foosball game. My lil social butterfly.

To new opportunities. I am thankfull the man of the house and myself both have skills that other people desire. Many changes are afoot in the Zig house and it looks like most of them are good.

And lastly to ex in laws. They have nutured and cared for and loved my daughter the best they know how. I am gratefull she will have fond memories of her Grandparents from all sides of her multi faceted family. The Ex in laws are good people, I wish for them speedy recoveries from illness and comfort and peace.

I am also gratefully for naughty whispers in my ear......

TMI 70

2007-02-13T11:56:00.000-06:00

The Valentine's Day Edition.

Have you had sex with another person in 2007? Have you passed on an opportunity to sex with another person in 2007?

another person? other than myself? or other than my spouse? Its only been us.

What is the funniest thing you have ever said or done during sex? (Orgasmic facial expressions do not count.)

I cant think of anything funny, although a partner once asked if he should call an ambulance....

What is the first thing you notice about a member of the opposite sex?

shoulders, eyes, teeth

What is the best pick-up line you have ever heard? Every used? Ever been used on you?

Do you have any irish in you? would you like some? found out later I am a bit Irish and not by injection only.lol.

Where is the most unique you have ever had sex? in a baseball dugout, it doesnt work very well the benches are very narrow.

Bonus (as in optional): Do you pee in the shower? If so, has any SO known that you pee in the shower? Has any SO peed in the shower?

doesnt eveyone do this? its kinda like the swimming pool right?

2007-02-11T09:53:00.000-06:00

"YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!" wait? what? let me get this straight..... I request you to put appropriate clothing on your pre teen body and when your laments of..."I have nothing to wear",(you have a virtual mountain of clothing), "you didnt wash my clothes"(only thing left to wash are my work clothes and towels) "find me my clothes" (your too old for that)and "just a minute")what? yoru kidding right?)this last done while you keep time with your Dance Revolution game.

Threatening to remove the game for the rest of the day does not even phase you. Your so incredibly stubborn, I have no idea where you get it. *giggles* Until I get up and move towards you. You run. I wanna laugh. OUT LOUD. You dont really understand what pain is like. I am sure there are kids in your school that do, but not you. And your emotional "pain" would readily be resolved if you did what I asked you to when I asked.

Princess I love you. Your beautifull. Your Talented. And YOU ARE YOUNG.

I am still the parent. I still make the rules. Oh and did I add I AM THE PARENT?!?!?!?!

Go ahead. Test me. I can take it. I must take it. Because I love you I will enforce the rules even if it greatly distresses you. Even if you hate me. At least you will hate me for caring, whether you see that or not.

wake up c all part 1

2007-02-08T09:47:00.000-06:00

She rushed the kids to the sitter as quickly as she dared. It was key to her plan. A wide smile spread across her delicate mouth as she comptemplated what was about to occur, also because her hand slipped between her thighs.

A glance in the rearview mirror as traffic shifted made her smile turn to devilish grin. The mischievous sparkle in her blue green eyes echoed the naughty tingling her fingers were elicting from her warm moist recesses.

Recess. Playground. Play.

Resisting the urge to speed through downtown, she caged her urgency, for the moment.

The brisk air further heightened her sences as she deliberately, slowly, with anticipation turned the key to the heavy oak door. Shaking off the chill and her winter coat she stole a glance upstairs, where he was sleeping.

Quickly her strong legs propelled her upstairs as a hastely pulled up ponytail was secured in her long brown hair. The feel of the cool silken threads caressing her fingers elicting a shiver. A shiver shaking off the cold, a shiver of anticipation, a shiver of delight.

The blankets were warm and inviting, begging for a cozy morning cuddle but she had other thoughts on her mind as she licked the last of the chill from her eager lips. Tossing back the covers revealed her prize. The sight of the heather gray boxer briefs dissolved the last of her restraint. Carefully, she breathed hot breath throught the material around his cock.

TMI 69

2007-02-06T00:06:00.000-06:00

TMI Tuesday #69

1. Have you ever had sex in a friend's house/apartment/car/whatever... but not with that friend? Does your friend know?
yes... she was getting some too from her partner

2. Have you ever sat at your computer naked?

yes

3. If you are sure you WOULD get caught, is there anyone (known personally, celebrity, fictional character) you'd cheat with?

No, I dream alot but honesty is the foundation my relationship, I couldnt cheat, I would leave first.

4. Have you ever photocopied a body part?

lol yes.. .my boobs... and ass and hand

5. Just how rigid are your standards: Is there anyone out there (say, a celebrity), that you'd do, just to say you scored? (We aren't talking a dreamy celebrity i.e. Brad Pitt or Jennifer Aniston; we are talking Mick Jagger, Dick Chenney, or the Queen of England.)

depends on the attitude of that person, personality and how some treats me means more than looks, or status

6. Have you ever contacted a “lost love” years later?

Yes I took a card to his Grandma's funeral... it took him awhile to call but we are married now...

7. What was the worst thing your SO ever caught you doing? What was the worst thing your parents ever caught you doing? Did you ever do either of those things again?

I think left my toy in the bed.... sometimes I forget to put it away... for my mom.. that would be kissing the school loser in the hallway.. she was a substitute teach that day...

8. What is the shortest period of time you've ever gone between sex with two different sexual partners in separate sessions (that means threesomes don't count unless they are separate threesomes)?

less than 24 hours but the next day..it cost my a bf too

9. Have you ever sat at your computer naked?

is this a test... yes i have frequently but not always

10. Have you ever masterbated with a house hold object (other than a sex toy)? If so what?

does a stuffed animal count? poor Skippy. and a pillow and the edge of the blanket but i was like 8 at the time...the silky part was...well it was silky...

Bonus (as in optional): For you girls out there...what size boobs do you have? For you guys, how many inches are you packing?

c cups

Coloring my world...

2007-02-05T19:49:00.000-06:00

I was chatting with a friend last night about Da Bears losing, his job, my job, Zig's nonjob and of course sex. Its my favorite topic. Drugs are a close second, mainly for the same reasons as sex is interesting to me; then Rock-n-Roll, which he happens to know alot about also. All three have some things in common. Like interesting stories and intriguing psychology. The who, where, why, when and how the human minds works never ceases to amaze me. I really enjoy people who can discuss and share their own stories about the various components without being judgemental.

Overall an enjoyable discourse. Especially the part where he referred to me as "vibrant". V I B R A N T! I love it, been thinking about it all day. I am called all kinds of things by all kinds of people. My mother thinks of me as smart, artistic and procrastinating. Zig would agree and add sexy. The Princess and The Manchild think I am overbearing. I have been called ditzy, clutsy, playfull, rude (rarely), submissive(i disagree), drunk (on occasion), diplomatic, pacient, kind, sarcastic, flirtatious (sweet, I worked really hard for that one)and just plain ole nice. I'm sure there a few choice things I have been called behind my back too.

I like to use ecclectic to describe my many interests and ideas. But this one word I think was well chosen. I think it encompasses the many colors I offer to those around me in all my various shades and hues but still all me. So I embrace my vibrancy and plan to color the world with it. Which color are you?

HNT

2007-02-01T21:47:00.000-06:00

Not sure if this qualifies for HNT but hey its my blog and I'll post what I want to. Enjoy the camel toe. LOL

TMI #68

2007-01-30T18:29:00.000-06:00

TMI #68

Do you think people in general are too forgiving of or too harsh on promiscuous women? Promiscuous men?

lets just stop judging ok? but men get off way easier, though I think its changing.

Suppose you've been dating someone for a year, and they're slowly getting fat. Does this romance have long-term potential?

if you love them it does.

If you have five VERY successful dates with someone, are you a couple?

Was there a discussion of being a couple? Until you actually talk about it and lay out the rules of the relationship your just dating.

When you have a "toe-curling" orgasm, do your does curl up, or down?

either

Can great sex be reason enough to stay in a relationship? (What about just okay sex?)

What type of relationship is it? sometimes its all about sex... othertimes its about a partnership.

Bonus (as in optional)

: When you're unhappy in a relationship, do you treat the other person badly? Examples we've tried: causing jealousy, picking fights, withholding sex, getting real quiet.

If I am unhappy its usually pretty obvious. I dont purposefully behave a particular way, but I am probably guilty of a multitude of bad behaviours.

Of oranges and dreams......

2007-01-29T16:36:00.000-06:00

Lying on my back my hands pretending to be yours, searching and tweaking. My breath held for long intervals then escapes in large sighs.

The left hand cups my full breast, finger tips rythymicly tenseing the blushed nipple. Softly, right fingertips brush the nude, smooth labia. A tickle and a squeeze. A tickle and a squeeze. Again and again, building up the desire.

For variety I stop for a moment. Leaning over to the table, I open the jar. The orange scent makes me smile. I dip a finger in the cool jel. With the left hand separating my shaven lower lips, the right finger instinctively finds my clit. Carefully moving in circles out from my prize, then down one side of the goove between lips, down the other. By now the gel's magic is working. My clit tingling. Before lying back my magic finger moves slowly in circles at the opening to my wet slit. The tingling spreading across the folds protecting my joybox. Lastly I spread my wetness mixed with orange magic across the outer flesh, sliding back and forth, all fingers expanding to cover the area. No penetration yet, just a slow, luxurious tease.

Relaxing back into the pillows your scent is bitter sweet. I miss you. I want you. You are not here but yet you excite me with your lingering musk. I concentrate on the perfume of you and I. Last nights memories coaxing fluid from hiding to openly lubricating my wandering fingers.

Moving lazily, the right fingers brush and stroke, circle and glide. A sharp pinch to the left nipple encourages more active pursuits. Moving deeper into the folds, more urgently using my middle finger to enter the tightening pink center. A low moan escapes my lips. I adore that first entry. Whether its my fingers or your fingers, tongue, hard cock. Holding that intial breach, I raise my knees high and wide, feet on the bed. Now with leverage my torso meets my hand, fingertips brushing my cervix. Deep and quick.

My digits are wet now and cum slides out with my fingers, down along my crack to my ass and onto the bed. Fingers moving in and out and around the outside before diving in again. And again. And again. Finding an internal beat the dance with myself continues. Thought has left my brain. Warmth spreads from behind my bellybotton extending in all directions. White hot heat builds low and rises until it overtakes my person. Perspiration breaks out of my skin with a rush of pleasure.

Rolling over, I cuddle your pillow and fall asleep wrapped in warm comfort.

Cows in water 2

2007-01-29T16:13:00.000-06:00

I survived the grand plies (for you gym rats these are realy sqats in disguise). I shasayed and I piqued despite the complaints from my muscles. Dont laugh if you see me walking tippytoed out in the yard or around the house. My arches are complaining and I insist on beating them into shape.

Interestingly, I feel good. I feel alive. I feel sexy.

I just may really enjoy this dance thing.

Like Cows in Water....

2007-01-29T13:38:00.000-06:00

This is the second week of dance class for me. The Princess finds this hilarious. I'm quite amused myself.

I have never been gracefull. Actually I am quite clutzy. I fall UP the stairs. When I got a waitressing job my Dad laughed, gave me 2 weeks before I dumped coffee in someones lap.
I dropped and dumped my fair share of things but never to the point of people needing emergency care. If intoxicated enough I will attempt some sort of shake and wiggle on the dance floor at bars and weddings. I console myself that other people are probably worse. Probably. Maybe. But damn iits fun shaking your thing out there despite the hushed pointing and giggling.

So, in a few minutes I again attempt ballet and tap. I hate checking my posture in the mirror. Part of the reason for the class is my wieght is threatening my health. It was time to stop being passive and DO SOMETHING. So I joined the class. One small step right? I have learned there is a reason ballerinas are slim. Its hard to move your body in certain ways when your ample parts get in the way. But the ladies in the class are all old enough to me my Grandma so if they can do it... I can too! And its fun. Honestly fun.

Da Count the little things

2007-01-26T06:27:00.000-06:00

i am gratefull for new heat in this old house
and kids who get up for school without to much fuss
and my cabinet full of chocolate
and friends old and new
and the family too
i am gratefull for camp memories
and the shade under trees
and wild blueberries
i am gratefull to wake each day eaderly looking forward
and fondly looking back
i gratefull for games of darts and pente with kids
and the man of the house too.
hey i am even gratefull i occasionaly win a few.
there are hundreds of little things to list
like they way you kiss
so for all the little things left unsaid, unnoticed
i hope warm coffee on this cold day was a little thing
that brightened your day.

TMI 67

2007-01-23T21:58:00.000-06:00

TMI Tuesday #67

It is National Pie Day! hahaha ok enough nonsense... on with TMI! ;)

1. What is a creampie?

ohhhhhh is that short for cream on my pie?

2. Once a cheater, always a cheater. True or false... why?

damn that is a hard one.... but i have to go with dont cheat to begin with.... suck it up... talk to your spouse... deal with the benefits and consquences... then you can have sex with the other person with a relatively clear conscience.

3. Where is the female G spot and how do you find it?

I think it moves. I know there is a well researched answer for this, but I really think its a bit different for different women and her various moods. I mean seriously some day seeing the dishes done would give me tremendous orgasms!

4. Is there a correlation between shoe size and penis size?

OH OH OH CAN I RESEARCH THIS ONE?!?!?!!?! wait.... do i really want to... somepeoples shoes are just eww.... let alone what hides in dark creavices....

5. Can women have wet dreams?

before or during sleep? *giggles*

Bonus (as in optional): Take a wild guess, how many calories are in a man's average ejaculation? (no cheating and looking that shit up

like 5? I mean comeon i can spit more than most men ejaculate, how many calories can there be.... wait... are we counting the peppermint whipcream in a can that was covering the head of his penis also?

Practice more.......

2007-01-23T16:10:00.000-06:00

I love to throw darts. Something about hard, stiff pointy things and aiming for the center......... but I digress.

One of the cool things about the game is family time. Zig and The Short Man, The Princess and myself, Zig and me, The Short Man and me, Zig and The Princess. ALL OF US TOGETHER! Egads, an activity that does not involve an illuminated screen that we all can enjoy makes me just giddy. For the kids we often play 301 or something that makes them feel like they are doing something. For us, Zig is partial to Cricket, and I am just happy to attempt to play. When we first set up the board playing with the kids was nearly hazardous to your health. I almost have shaken off the twitch I acquired from dodging wild darts. The kids are picking up the game surprisingly fast though. More darts are hitting the board, sometimes even a few bulleyes. I just have to practise more.

Zig is getting too good at his game. Bulleyes used to mock him. No more. Now the bull ducks and covers because Zig has those eyes on his radar. I wonder if playing naked will distract him? Naw, I doubt it. NOTE TO SELF! {withhold nakedness till it has the Deer in Headlights effect again} Somehow I dont think that note to self is going to be very effective. Its just unsportsman like to fondle the player while throwing too. There has to be a way to even the score. hmmmmm. I just may have to practice more.

The adults of the house dont bet money, or toothpicks, or even who is doing the dishes. I rarely bet for money. I lost a buck to Zig once. It was very painfull handing over that dollar. In the Zig house we bet sexual favors. Sometimes we mix it up a bit: fellatio for him, cunnilingus for me, possibly some doggie style, a back massage, well lubed anal, or winner names the place....(i kinda am partial to the back deck if the weather is mild). Mostly though, if we are betting sexual favors the favor is 69! Brillant huh? Thanks. Even the loser wins when the bet is for 69! And who could deny more practise for 69? *wink* I just may have to practice more.

battle of ...what?

2007-01-23T16:02:00.000-06:00

political quiz

2007-01-22T12:00:00.000-06:00

ACCORDING TO YOUR ANSWERS,

The political description that
fits you best is...

CENTRIST

CENTRISTS espouse a "middle ground" regarding government

control of the economy and personal behavior. Depending on

the issue, they sometimes favor government intervention

and sometimes support individual freedom of choice.

Centrists pride themselves on keeping an open mind,

tend to oppose "political extremes," and emphasize what

they describe as "practical" solutions to problems.

The RED DOT on the Chart shows where you fit on the political map.

Your PERSONAL issues Score is 50%.
Your ECONOMIC issues Score is 50%.

I think I may be just a little to neutral. The questions were very vague though and I hate broad sweeping statements. Thanks to Eric at One of these nights for the quiz. He's also on (25peeps click on his sexy abs while taken off his pants pic )

Red sex.

2007-01-22T05:25:00.000-06:00

Do you have sex during your or your partners menses? Or is your partner being strung up by their dangly parts just for considering the idea? If you do play at sunset is it a desparate act purely for the sake of release or is it a guilty pleasure? If the painters are around to paint the barn red does the thought of sesxual contact make your head spin in disgust or delight?

If you do have sex during the monthly does it change your routine? Does the shower become the only safe place for sex or will you throw down a towel and go for it? Have you ever had intimate contact with a person unaware that you had started oozing red? Did you laught it off or did it kill the mood? Are certain intimacies off limits? Does your partner have his/her redwings? Will you or your mate finger paint? If you will manual touch the seeping rose is it there an effort to contain the unused cradle of life or do you rub it in all over? Are your tender breasts and nipples appreciative of attention or do they scream LET ME GO! Are your orgasms different? Less intense? more intense?

Do you reward your partner with a warm soapy rub down afterwards? or do they do that for you? Have the sheets ever really become the same hue again? Any special washing techniques you would like to share? Do you reserve a special towel for such an event?

I've heard that sex during menses helps relieve cramps and headaches. Personally I think its a huge mood booster also. What an ego enhacer it is to have your partner find you attratctive when you feel bloated, cranky, crampy and fatigued. Sex done right also improves flexiblity and cardiovascular health. Sex for the health benefits. I love the idea. I think we all should have more sex for good health.

A note to Zig.

2007-01-21T22:41:00.000-06:00

My lips are numb. Is it the bottle of Watusi red grape wine? or the anticipation of tasting your maculine fruits as soon as you get off the phone. I'm being polite. Its family. Family is important. But DAMMMMNNNNNN man I need you too. Urgently. Animalisticaly.

I hate these hormonal shifts. Life interfers enough with our "extra curricular activities". The princess. the short man. the polar opposite schedules. the weekends at work. the holidays. The I am just so damn exhausted I cant see straight nights . What the hell is up with me going to bed before 9pm on my nights off anyways? and why arent you waking me up... proper?

ok enough bitching.. back to your fruits......:)

wash them well... because I plan to devour you one lick at a time. I'll start with the tip... and a hot breath down your shaft, just a flick of the tongue against your slit. My lips are numb did I tell you that? Next I will suck a bit on the head... really take in your soapy masculine aroma while tasting the sweet precum eeking out the end. My arms will wrap around your legs, my hands greedily grabbing your sack and shaft. I can anticipate your tension. You know its close now.

With a long exhale I ready for what I know you like. What you are waiting for. I nibble the hood of your phallus letting you relax, letting you thing its not yet what you want. Then with one sure motion and all the suction I can muster from my small mouth, I take you in. ALL of you. Swallowing till my lips reach the fuzz of the base. I grope your scrotum , carefull not to hurt the boys cradled within, my fingers brushing that sensitive place between your now tightened sack and your ass. My arms pin your legs and limit your thrust for a moment, then I withdraw far enough. loosen my grip enough to take you comfortably while you fuck my face. I love that. That you are so carefull not to choke me yet cant resist the urge to pump your manflesh in and out of my hungry orifice.

I hear you sigh, almost a moan. I swallow again holding you there. I choke a little, but it makes me smile as I pull back flicking my tongue as I withdraw. Your concern is fleeting as pleasure overwhelms your senses. As soon as I reach the end of your shaft I descend again, tongue searching till you fill my mouth, then my throat. Easing you past my gag reflex smoothly this time. Grabbing your thighs tightly I grind my breasts into your pelvis. Wickedly the idea strikes me as surely as your hand on my trembling ass. I ride your wet rigid member between my cleavage. Wet sticky residue now painted across my chest I take you again between red numb lips, teeth grazing slightly.

Your hands encourage me. The pace quickens across my back as your excitement escalates. I love this part. You are mine. You belong to me now. I can end this now. Or let it fester... slowly simmering.... till your hands become the conduits of your frustration. Back and forth. Up and down. Your hands, my mouth. Back and forth. Up and down. Your hands, my mouth. Its a dance we have nearly perfected. I can taste you now. And feel your urgency. The smell of your sex pressed against my nose.

I pause mid shaft on purpose, maintaing suction and swirling my tongue. Its a guilty pleasure of mine that I enjoy a little to much. Your satly sweetness is so close. Your body so tense. With resignation and delight I descend. I move my hand from your shaft and its rythmic pulsations replacing it with warm moist inhalations till the your length threatens to bring tears to my eyes.....your hips searching higher... deeper.... my arms keepin you just within comfort for me.

I feel your release with my lips first. The jump of your flesh reminding me to pull back just a little. I cradle your now purple tense head on my tongue, your release tickling my tastebuds.
I take every drop and lick your shaft clean too. Reluctantly I rest my head on your thigh, saliva and sweat perfuming our room. Was it over too soon?

Dont touch my pussy....

2007-01-15T20:25:00.000-06:00

SO....

It was a rough morning. Nothing happened the way I wanted it to happen. After some serious destressing it was time for a nap. Did I ever tell you its difficult for me to fall asleep without sexual activity? Its been that way since at least the 3rd grade. NO you damn pervs I wasnt getting banged in the 3rd grade! but I did discover that certain arrangements of the covers felt good and soon progressed to loving myself. I think masturbation keeps me sane. Dont laugh. If you ever been around me with that lac-a-nook-ee disease you'd encourage a healthy outlet.

It was late morning the sun not yet invading the window. I considered my options. A simple manual? the old broken toy? the New B.O.B? oh oh oh a little of them all!

Having been seriously irritated I felt I needed a little boost to warm things up. Pure romance makes this flavored tingling product called Ex T Cee. Mine is orange cream. It tastes good too, but some other time I'll tell you about Zigs BJ.

So I get the bed all cozy and apply the product liberaly in various places..... geeesh use your imaginations! then slide under the electric blanket to create some heat of my own. A grin warms my face as my nips and labia start to tingle. I prep the toy. Using one hand to stimulate my clitoris I use the toy just to rub around the opening to my moist warm depths. Anticipation is nice even when your the one doing all the work. *giggles*

I slowly insert the tip, enjoying each milimeter of progressive fullness while enjoying a favorite fantasy. oh ya...my eyes close... I wiggle the toy a little for some side to side stimulation. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! OUCH! that is not the angle a dildo should ever be used.....

Lost in my fanatsy I was not aware the cat had joined my playtime. Damn pervy thing. No idea how long his voyeur eyes watched my every move. The painfull interuption was the cat POUNCING on the blankets covering my hand using my toy.

A well placed kick of the blankets relocated the cat to the floor. He gave me evil looks as I made sure the door was not only closed but securely latched. I am open to many sexual variations... ANIMALS are not on my to do list.

Mornings at the ZIg house

2007-01-15T06:47:00.000-06:00

I hate mornings. I wish I didnt but I really do hate them. It seems even if I wake up in a jovial mood something always happens to that evaporates my efforts to start my family's day in a good way.

For several weeks I have tried in particular to wake the man of the house in a most delitefull way. Either the kids wont get ready in time or he has been up late or he is sleeping in the living room.

My kids in particular are driving me nuts. I wake them up and all they have to do is get dressed. The princess in particular cranks my shaft. She goes to daycare in the mornings because on the nights I work I cannot be home before ZIg has to leave. It takes 10 minutes of shooing her out of bed. Then she wants to just lay. Today she had 20 minutes to get ready. At the time we were to leave I find her still lounging in her Pj's.

A 20 minute all out battle ensues to get this child dressed. I am not sorry. Its a simple concept really... get up... get dressed...She doesnt even have to eat here... her sitter feeds them. Thats all I want, A dressed child before 7 am, its a small request I think.

That wasnt even the icing on the cake. Mother Nature further delayed me. We went outside... late again.. to find 1/2 inch of not snow... but glazed ice. You cant just brush this off. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

So I let her back in the house, tell her to eat something and go back out to clean off the vehicles after allowing them to warm up.

And cast a forelorn look up the stairs..... I know where I want to be....I know where I should be...and I also know like everything else parenthood has its moments... some good and some well some just tick me off.

wake up call part 1

2007-01-15T05:44:00.000-06:00

TMI #65

2007-01-10T03:53:00.001-06:00

Which is more appealing and why - a life of leisure or a life of accomplishment? wow hard one, cant I be accomplished about a life of leisure?

How many people have you kissed, not counting family? more than I care to remember

How many times have you ever been in love? once, I thought it was twice but really only once

Regardless of what's right for you now, would you say you have a good idea of the kind of person you'd like to end up with? Can you, will you tell us?

Zig.

If you're dating someone, is it okay to flirt with other people?

depends on the rules involved and intent of flirting.... if both partners are aware and agreeable and the rules clearly defined a little flirting just fot flirtings sake is healthy and sharpens your skills... if your flirting to bed the other person and its against house rules then no its not.

Bonus (as in optional): Describe your personality with three adjectives that describe you well. [For the folks with "technical" degrees adjectives are modifiers, like "musical", "adventurous", or "carnal".]

ecclectic, artistic, adventurous

Recommitmant

2007-01-09T13:48:00.001-06:00

SOOOOO..... first off my apologies for being a lazy git..... life has been strange lately and priorities had to be revaluated..... but Ii'm recommiting to ... well multiple things.

To blogging... I missed expressing myself but wasnt really keen on subjecting people to the darker side of me.... while I read some blogs like that they also seem to have a purpose.. I didnt...so I just hid in the corner for awhile... I have lots of ideas again... most of them naughty... and here I am going to apologize in advance to any family and friends.... this is a read at your own risk site from now on... I'm not censoring because Mom might read this...(hmmm next topic maybe???) I have kept reading many though my comments were limited.

To health..... I have to be honest I've lazy for a while.. and am suffering physically, aestheticaly, and emotionally for my lack of controll. I quite montioring what I ate and started eating to please me... big mistake.. and while I was walking when it was slow at work... it wasnt enough... I'm dusting off the Power 90 and making healthier choices. My head and my waist line are killing me. I dont want to be diabetic... all the woman in my family are now... and the PseudoTumor Cerebri in seriously need of a reality check, this daily headache is getting to be a royal pain in the ass, not to mention the wonderfull vision distortions.... Damn I am giving up salt again... this tough. I refuse to give up chocolate though... you cant make me..... *pouts*

To Love... Like any relationship Zigzagman and I have ups and downs, we know this, anticipate it to some degree, but have realized through the last weeks that we are still madly in love. We have recommited to more ups and working through the downs, together, honestly, sometimes painfully, but in the end we are stronger for it I think. That man has held my heart since I was 13, and I must say it holds it well. With strength and tenderness and pacience and grace and love and understanding and a bit of lust for good measure.

To work.... like many people I have been re evaluating work. I love my job really, work with great people for the most part. But I have been a Registered Nurse for 10 years now... and 2 years where I work now. I need a change. Not exactly sure what.. but I am considering possiblities.... the cool thing is I probably wont have to leave my company. But losing my Dad then having to deal with dying people and their families has left me sour. Funny though, the experience was like rubbing salt in an open wound but actually helped me put Dad in proper perspective. By helping them I had to confront my own greif but not on my terms and I am bitter, does that make sence? I am not done with this I dont think.

To Hobbies... Is sex a hobby? no seriously... I finally busted out the camera and attempted some pics for creative fun. I'm not happy with them but it was a start.. plus I am still learning. It felt good to think it through a bit though and do something just because I wanted to. Because I saw something special. I was getting worried for awhile when nothing seemed worth photographing but that was a bump in the road. I few trips in my glorious Michigan country side sparked my interest in light and shadow and composition again.

thanks for your time.