Monday, November 30, 2009

Day 321 - Thank You

Dear Kennel,
I appreciate the "free baths" you gave our dogs while they were in your care. They had played hard outside with the other dogs, and you felt that it was only fair you gave them baths before we picked them up.  They had arrived clean, so you were trying to return them to us the same way.

However, I might point out that you don't know dogs very well if you thought you can give a yellow lab who is in the middle of the semi-annual explosive shedding a bath without creating a much larger problem for us.  You see, if you bathe a yellow lab at this time of the year, you must BRUSH HIM AFTERWARD!!   If you don't, this is a very small sampling of what happens:

The entire carpet looks like that and I've been picking up hunks of this dog's fur all over the place.  Hell, when my friends were petting him yesterday, they were getting handfuls of it.  So, while I appreciate your thoughts of keeping my house clean - it backfired. Next time, send me my dirty dog home. I think it would be better.

Thanks!
~Emmy
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How many astute readers do I have?  I realized something pretty funny tonight as I was doing today's picture of the day.  Anyone notice what it is?  A prize to the first person to get it right.  Anyone??


A First Time for Everything

I won't lie. I was a bit nervous for two reason. This was a new things for Garbanzo and me.  I was going on a play date without him. Just me and TL. And that made me a bit nervous too - but a good kind of nervous.

The plan was to meet somewhere. Garbanzo and the kids were going to a movie - and I was going to go play.  How fucking weird was that!

As I waited for TL, I got a text message with instructions of where to meet him.  I slid inside his warm vehicle and said hello.  Before we were even out of the parking lot, my hand was wrapped around his cock.  We engaged in some small talk as I stroked his cock. The small talk included some upfront apologies about needing to keep his cell phone on while we were together. (He had a sick kid he was worried about.)

We quickly arrived at his "lair", and I got a quick tour.  But, I could not ignore the preparations he had made as we walked through the room.  Music was on (to cover up my screams according to him). Lube and towels were laid in strategically placed locations both on and near the couch.  And his bags of toys and other implements were under the ottoman.  In the middle of everything was his camera. Clearly, TL's plan was to start in the living room. 

I took a seat on the couch, and he announced he was going to get more comfortable.  He shed his clothes pretty quickly, then stretched out on the couch next to me.  We started making out - hands exploring each others' bodies while we kissed hungrily. I pulled away long enough to take off my sweater and bra - and his hands were right on my nipples and breasts.  "God I love your nipples" is what he said breathlessly, "They are like perfect little strawberries".  Then he squeezed them until I gasped.  "Are they still sore from last weekend?" I confirmed they were and asked him to be gentle.  "I'll see how nice I'm feeling." Translation: he would do what he wanted to do.

TL stood up and and pulled off my pants. As he stood in front of me, I took his cock into my mouth taking him as deep as I could. He put his hand into my hair and took control of the pace and depth of how far his cock went into my mouth. Further and deeper he pushed my head down on his cock. The thickness of his cock made it hard for me to take him as deep as either of us would like.  He paused for a second and reached around behind him to grab the camera.  With one hand, he took pictures while with the other, he positioned me on his cock as he wanted. Hand in my hair tilting my head this way and that.

He set down the camera, then lifted me up like I was a rag doll standing me on the couch so he could assault my mouth and neck with his own mouth while running his hands all over my body.  His hand was squeezing my ass one minute, then I felt his hand come down hard on my ass a second later. I gasped mid-kiss.  We had talked about spanking, so while I wasn't entirely surprised at the swat, it did take me by surprise as it was done without preamble.  TL simply pulled me in tighter and rubbed my ass where he had swatted. Every time I felt his hand leave my ass, I wondered if I was going to get another. 

We broke our kiss, and TL declared he wanted me to ride him. He stretched out on the couch, condom donned, and I climbed on top of him. He slid into me easily. I was plenty of aroused from all of the foreplay. Once he was buried deep inside me, he put his hands on my hips and pushed me down harder so he would be inside deeper. The result was his cock would rub my g-spot better, so I could also grind my clit against him.  A moan escaped my lips as I started rocking against his cock and his hands found my nipples, squeezing and tugging them as I moved. TL started out respecting my wish for him to be gentle, but the more excited I became, the harder he began to squeeze and tug them.  I continued to ride his cock increasing the tempo, and he began meeting me stroke for stroke.  My moans got louder, rising above the music in the background, but above all of it was his encouragement for me to fuck him harder.  And as he commanded me, his hands seemed everywhere at once - my nipples, my clit, my hips, my ass, my hair.

I finally had to stop; my knee was not happy with the position.  I leaned forward and let my hair fall around him as I kissed him and suggested a different position.  He sat me up by wrapping his hand in my hair and pulling it and me back into a sitting position where his cock would be deepest inside me.

When he released my hair, I leaned forward laying on top of him as we both rested for our next round. He grabbed the camera to show me the pictures he had taken so far. What struck me most was how huge he looked in comparison to me. His hands in my hair while I was sucking his cock showed his power.  Using my hair and his size, he put me wherever he wanted me to be. The control was clearly his, not mine. I was a control freak who had given him all of the control and full command over me, my body, and my pleasure. 

And that was the way I wanted it. 


Sunday, November 29, 2009

Day 320 - Chalk People


I tossed my kids outside today. We were cleaning - trying to get unpacked from the trip and cleaned up from the pre-trip preparations. Plus, it wasn't raining out - it was fairly nice, so I thought the kids should be outside.  Their friend next door spent several hours with us as well.  His dad was called into work for a few hours and asked if he could play at our house. He's a good kid, so I knew it would be no problem.  They let the chickens play in the front yard, they played games, they played on the swings in the backyard, they had adventures, and they found chalk to do drawings.  Then they collapsed after dinner.  All in all a great day, I think.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Day 319 - Home


We woke to frost on everything.


The Sisters - a trio of mountains in Central Oregon.  (I did get that right, didn't I, TL? Update: I clearly did not get the name right as TL corrected me. These are the 3 Sisters.). On our drive back, we saw 8 mountain peaks - it was that clear out. I don't recall ever seeing that many on the drive home.


Look - the snow that wasn't supposed to be in the mountains. It was MUCH worse last weekend. Still, it does show how stellar our weather forecasts are in this area.

It was very nice to be home. While I was not happy with how things went while we were there, not all of it was bad.  I'll write about at least one of the high points this week. 

Tomorrow night, I am having dinner with an old friend of mine.  He and I have been friends since we were 10.  Ironically enough, his family moved to small town Iowa from Oregon.  His dad is a minister and was sent there to start a new church. In an odd twist of fate, his dad and mom are out here in Portland now.  They have been for the past 8 years or so.  Because he's gay and his parents don't believe in it because of their religious beliefs, he rarely makes the trip up here.  But, this is a big deal because he brought his boyfriend with him. He has never done that before.  It'll be good to see him.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Day 318 - Dog & Rant


This is my dad's dog - a 2-year old Red Lab. He's a bit of a nut who wanted my camera, so he kept jumping at me as I was trying to take a picture. I got to wipe a nose print off the lens after this shot. Notice he's smiling.

Now for the rant:
I am glad the dog was happy because this trip with a couple of exceptions sucked in terms of family.  Tonight capped off the trip by me flipping out at my brother.  My niece is definitely the princess of the family. That was clear every time we got together. The world stopped revolving around the sun and started revolving around her.

Yes, she's almost 18months old and cute and all, but when your 7-year-old asks why no one likes her anymore, you know they have taken it too far.  And, she was so fucking right.  As much as I tried to shield her from it, she and my other daughter got royally fucked with this trip. They were here to admire their cousin - no playing because it could be the "wrong kind". No playing with each other because that might either make too much noise, scare their cousin, or result in an accident where she gets scared. 

Like tonight.  My dad had found a ball we had left at their house years ago.  It was one of the dodge ball-type balls.  And the girls were sent outside to play with it.  My brother, SIL, and their daughter came by for dinner.  My brother immediately grabs the ball and starts rough housing with both of the girls in a game of keep away.  Can you guess where this is going? 

He decides the game is going to end abruptly, but instead of making it crystal clear the game was ending and not taking a turn, he sets the ball down.  He kept saying in a sing-song type voice "don't kick it" to the girls.  You could see DJ the 9yrs old is unsure.  Is he joking? Indigo is totally going to get that ball from him.  He sets it down, she kicks it, and guess who it hits?  Yep. 

He flips out at Indigo. We send her out of the room. Once I hear the door slam, I turn to him and ask why the hell he started a game where this could happen?  "Where I want my kid to get hit by the ball? So I'm not supposed to play with my nieces?"  I ask him how many time he heard me say not to play with the fucking ball in the house.  No answer.  I said this happened because the ball was being played with inside where his kid and everyone else is at danger of getting hit.  I don't care how many times he said "don't kick it" - the game should not have happened.  Then, he starts ranting about how if my kid was listening...blah, blah, blah.  "Yeah, cause her uncle is a great demonstrator of listening skills." He stormed off as did I.  I was not in the fucking mood. 

Did Indigo get in trouble? Yeah, it was a joke gone too far.  But, I think there is an adult who needed to take some responsibility himself.  Did he? Fuck no. He was the adult, he was right, his kid got scared. She ended up basically hiding out the rest of the night. She was afraid to even go into the same room.  Later when she did, she asked my brother for something to which he said "did you ask your parents?" as he looks at us.  Garbanzo is sitting their nodding in an exaggerated fashion "yes" - and my brother is giving Indigo shit for not asking.  So, Garbanzo pipes up "my enthusiastic head shaking would be a 'yes' from Dad." 

What pissed me off more than anything was the fact that this is how it was going to go down. I knew it. We make the trip, my kids get no attention from anyone except their parents, and they are told to basically shut up and not be kids.  WTF is up with that?! 

I have spent most of the time here asking myself "were we like this when we had DJ and she was this age?"  And the answer was no.  We accepted that there were situations beyond our total control. If we felt like we needed total control, we left and went back home. I could never ask a house full of people to not be a house full of people.  That's not fair to them - and it's my problem not theirs.  As I've said before, I look at this and see where this is headed.  I will have two kids who don't have any real connection with my parents as well as at least one brother.  My other brother is fantastic when he is around and has the time. He loves his nieces. He has gotten to know them. He loves DJ's wicked sense of humor. He loves how loving Indigo is to his step-daughter. He gets it.  Just totally sad that he is the only one. 

All I can say, this will not be repeated. I know that my parents want to get everyone together for a holiday gift exchange. I think I'm going to give whoever comes up to stay with us the presents to take back. I'm not apt to come back down here again for a repeat of this visit.  There are other things/person I will miss by skipping it, but I can't do that to my kids again.  Getting together with the family should be fun - not a stressful boring affair where you are constantly getting into trouble for stupid shit.

I'm done. Thank you for listening.

More Alternative Music Debates - Part III

Catch up where we are on this list here:
Part I
Part II

Just a reminder - this is not our list. A local radio station asked their listeners to vote on the artists that should make up the top 94 alternative artists of all time.  Each day, they reveal more of who the listeners picked - and each day Garbanzo and I have a discussion about the latest pick.  This is our discussions for your enjoyment.

We last left off on #29 which was Cake.  Our opinion of Cake: fun band - don't see them in concert as they make you wait a lot and give you very little - or at least in our experience.

Emmy = bold
Garbanzo = italics

28. The Clash - Not really surprised. They were going to be on the list. The question, for me, is more regarding their position on the list. Too low? Ah yes.  Now here is a band that I can get behind!  Pretty decent placement.  Influential. 

27. Kings of Leon - While I like these guys, I can't help but think their position on the top 94 list has more to do with their current popularity.  Sorry - they should be lower, IMO. Not too sold on this one.  I admit to not being terribly familiar with them beyond their one or two songs played on the radio.  Higher than The Clash?  Nope.  I agree with Emmy.  This must be based on their current popularity rather than any long-term contribution.

26. Nine Inch Nails - I KNEW these guys would be on the list.  I think they should have been higher. I think their music as well as how they are approaching the music business. Agreed.  Top 20 at least.  They defined a sound in the early 90's that was different from grunge and an inspiration to others.  Trent Reznor has continually blazed his own path, not just musically, but also in the realm of music distribution and concert ticketing.  Hell, and don't forget just the concert experience. While I have not been able to see them myself, even those who aren't huge fans leave their concerts in total awe. The technology they bring to the music experience is just amazing.  I know we're just talking music, but I love how they are involved in all aspects now.

25. The Smiths - Another group that is not a surprise. But, another group that I feel is too low on the list.  About right. 

24. The White Stripes - I guess I never would have thought about them being on the list. Not saying they don't deserve it, just kind of surprised. I'm not sure that the White stripes are even a top 50 band.  Jack White has sure shown his musical chops (White Stripes, The Raconteurs, a myriad of "side" projects) but there is nothing that the White Stripes as a band have done that should put them this high.  This has got to be more of a nod to Jack than anything else.  I would have rather seen him broken out and separate on this list (a la Morrissey and Sting) than lumped with one band. I can agree with that - break out Jack separately. Instead, his bands showed up twice.

23. Talking Heads - Oh yeah, these guys should be on here.  How can you have seen the Talking Heads on this list but not Oingo Boingo?????  I agree that the Talking Heads should be on the list....but....Thank God they are no Oingo Boingo....they are better.

22. Sublime - Yeah, would have included these guys too. Wow.  Really high (no pun intended) for this band.  They could have done so much if they would not have lost their front man.  Their music is as relevant today as it was 10 years ago.  But it is not a top 25 band.  Top 50, sure.  I almost thought you were going to say "they could have done so much if they would not have lost most of the cells in their frontal lobe!"

21. Dave Matthews Band - While one might not think of these guys as alternative given their mainstream popularity, the different kinds of music they infuse into their sound cannot be overlooked.  Really?  Dave Matthews Band?  I kind of feel like DMB is right there with Hootie and the Blowfish in terms of alternativeness (alternativity?  Alternatude?).  They are a mainstream band with a sound guaranteed to get maximum play across all formats.  (That being said, I like this band.  Just dont see them this high at all.  Maybe a cursory spot...Number 88?) They are NOT Hootie and the Blowfish! They are MUCH better than that.  You saw them in concert - the musical composition of their stuff is pretty amazing.  Look at the Jazz they have brought into Rock. 

20. Smashing Pumpkins - Should be on the list. These guys should have been top 10. 

19. Beck - I love Beck and would have included him on my own list.  Even though his recent stuff isn't as cutting edge as his earlier stuff by some people's opinions, his early stuff cannot be overlooked.  But then again he is part of the Scientology machine...so that could explain some things. Just because Tom Cruise helps this guy and secretly manipulates the world does not mean that he isn't an awesome musician.  Another top 10 pick.  Not saying he isn't awesome, just can't forget the connection.

18. Weezer - Can't exclude these guys either. They grew up during the grunge phase, but brought a mix of sounds together that made their mark. I like Weezer.  in fact, I think they have gotten better over the years.  But they should not be this high.  Another Hot Topic vote.  A Hot Topic vote?  Really? How many of the Hot Topic obsessed even know who Weezer is.  Well, then again, you do, so I guess you might know your own.

17. David Bowie - Fuck yes! Think he should be up higher though. And Emmy drops the F-Bomb!  Top 10.  He got screwed. Plus let's talk about this guy.  He gets fucking hotter the older he gets.  His appearance in Zoolander should go down in history as the greatest cameo ever!

16. Coldplay - Too high on the list, IMO.  These guys should not be in the top 50.  They are pop with a bit of an edge.  These guys need to be in the bottom 50.  Yeah, I have some similar feelings that I do when I contemplate U2. Good stuff, very popular, can do some cutting edge stuff, but are they alternative? Uhm, not sure.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Day 317 - Thanksgiving


A house full of people - 8 adults, 3 kids, and 3 dogs.

Garbanzo, my brothers and my dad seemed to take over the kitchen which is an ironic change given how we grew up.  Growing up, my mom and I were relegated to the kitchen while the boys and my dad watched football and went hunting. To have the women sitting in the living room while the guys worked was a funny change.

While I am thankful for my family, I wish others in the house were too. There was just way too much BS that seemed to be going on. Passive aggressiveness, snide remarks, I finally took my kids and went for a walk. I just had to get the hell out of the bad environment.  While out, Indigo asks if we can just got to a restaurant next year.  When your 7 year old feels it, you know it cannot be just you.

Things finally mellowed out after the food was done. Thanks to the turkey, everyone napped and relaxed as we watched football.  After naps, we had pie - napped some more.  Then everyone took off.

Now we are relaxing while watching movies. The house is quiet, and we are nibbling on leftovers as we get hungry.  This is how it should have been today.

Ah, well - can't pick you family - you just spend your life trying to figure out how to deal with them. 


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

HNT - Handful


Come up behind me,
Grab a handful of hair,
As you slide into me,
And fuck me hard.
For that, I would be thankful.

Day 316 - High Desert


Central Oregon - at the horizon are the Three Sister Mountain range.  A gorgeous day for late November.

Flashback to the Past

It's been several days since we had sex. This illness has put a damper on things in the bedroom, sadly.  It's always worse when the mind is willing, but the body is not, which has been the case.

So, Friday night, we found ourselves without kids. The ability to crawl into bed together and enjoy the night without any worries.  

Except we are in my parents' house.
Their bedroom is right next to ours.
And the cheap-ass headboard on the bed knocks against the wall.
Fuck!

"Will you give me a mouth-full instead?" I ask him.
"Oh, okay," he said with a grin.  Yeah, like he was going to decline a blow job.

I took his cock into my mouth and started working my tongue along the shaft like I know he enjoys.  Then I took him deep into my mouth and listened to his sharp inhale of air - that sounds that tells me it is where he loves it.  I worked my mouth up and down, pausing occasionally to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before I took it back deep into my throat.

He pulled me up after several minutes and kissed me.

"I want to be inside of you."

He slid inside of me and slowly began moving careful not to knock the cheap ass headboard against the wall.  But, it started being almost impossible to avoid.

"Grab this pillow, pull the headboard forward, and jam it behind it." I said as I handed him a pillow.

He followed my directions, then resumed thrusting into me.  No headboard issues.  We continued on, pleasuring each other the entire way while being as quiet as mice. 

After we both came, we held each other close - kissing and just holding each other.  I glanced up and caught sight of the pillow and started laughing.  Laughing is probably the wrong word - more like hysterics.  I felt like we were back in college, sneaking around, quietly having sex in my parents' house behind their backs. It just seemed so funny - how being there could toss us back to being 20 years old. But, that's how being with the parents can be, isn't it?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Day 315 - SUN

In Portland, we had a rare event occur today given we are nearing the end of fall and start of winter.  We had sun. No rain, no clouds, just blue sky and sun.  Hell, we even got close to 60 degrees. 

Indigo was at a friend's house for sleep over.  And about noon, I threw DJ off the couch and away from the TV.  (She's practicing to be a teenager already.)  I told her to outside and let the chickens run around the front yard.  Since they will be locked in their coop for the next several days, I thought they might enjoy the change of scenery.  Also, I thought they would enjoy the bugs - which they did.  They also did a great job getting all of the moss dug out of the yard. 

While she did that, I took a few pictures.  Even though I have some chicken ones, I thought I would go more artsy....if you will.







Driving The Parents

Saturday, my parents and I ran errands before the receptions. My parents driving is deteriorating to the point where I can no longer be a passenger while one is driving.  I created a situation where we had to take my car.  It was such a stupid excuse, but it worked.

My mom somehow ended up being navigator in the front seat.  Why, I have no idea.  My dad is usually the one who wants to be upfront. 

I can find my way around that area fairly well. I don't know all of the short cuts, but I am actually good at finding places I am unfamiliar. But, of course, I was expected to learn and take all of the short cuts.

Whatever. I was at least the driver which was more important to me.

But, here is the problem with my mom being navigator.  She is HORRIBLE at giving directions.

For example, I needed to mail some things.  Instead of saying, get on this highway going south - the post office is next to the tire place.  She gives me a 10 minute description of where it is located - which included it being next to places it truly is not next to.  The drive from their house to the post office? Less than 5 minutes.

The other problem with her directions? She would not say left or right - instead she would point.  Except - she was pointing down by her lap not up where I could see her and still safely drive.  So, she would say "go that way".  I would have to say, "Left or right?"  Her response: "THAT way!" To which I would have to say "LEFT OR RIGHT?? I can't see where you are pointing!!" 

Another problem: she can't just say - go left at the stoplight.  She will say "go to where you see the sign with the bear on it and turn left".  What I found each time: it was a controlled intersection - a stop sign or a stop light.  And the thing that icon she used to describe the intersection was always obscure.  So while I'm looking for the bear on the sign, I was going by the intersection she was talking about. 

And, while I'm struggling with my mom and her directions, I have my dad in the backseat asking my mom where she is taking us. After about the 5th time he said this, I asked him why he wasn't giving me directions.  Finally he started serving as translator for me mom giving me the directions that were actually helpful.

We finally got the errands done and head back to the house.  Thankfully, I knew where we were and how to get there.  I headed back, and my mom started clutching the door's arm rest - in a manner that gave me flashbacks to when I was a 17.

"Mom, why are you clutching the door like I'm going to kill you?"

My dad started chuckling while my mom got instantly defensive.  She started giving some BS about it being more comfortable to sit like that, etc. 

We finally got back to their house, and I threw them out of my car.  And, vowed to never let them ride with me. In fact, later, instead of carpooling with them, I drove myself.  I have decided it is in everyone's best interest that I do that.  Later when talking with my sister-in-law, I found I am not alone in this decision. She won't do it either.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Days 312-314: Catch-Up Edition

Before we get to the pictures, I must first comment on the comments I got on the blog post today. I was sharing what I thought was a funny moment in my weekend.  But, instead, kind of felt I had inadvertently threw TL under the bus with my readers.  Wow people! I mean, it's swinging. I'm not marrying the guy - I'm fucking him.  If his phone goes off repeatedly and he decides to try to quietly take care of the issue since his friend wasn't taking the hint, he can do it.  He tried to do it in a way that was not rude - I just caught him and had to flip him shit for it.  Why? Because it's what I do.  It's not like he was bored and decided to check his email.  He was sick of it going on over and over again. Why didn't he shut it off? He's got kids. We have all been in that situation.  And, if it goes off, how do you tell who it is?  You check it.  It's just the way it works.

I did tell him though after ASM's comment that photos and twitter updates are acceptable....so you never know next time. ;-)

On the same note, cell phones were the bane of our existence during our time together.  When looking to see what time it was on Sasha's phone (because the clock in the room was flashing), I inadvertently auto-dialed Sasha's boss.  Guess he got a wonderful voice mail at 12:30am Sunday morning.  Sounds like she was able to convince him it wasn't four people having sex in a room but the movie we were watching.  Yeah, I owe her for that one.

Anyway, onto the pictures.

From Saturday:

This is the view from my parents' backyard.

From Sunday:

The view on the downward side of the pass on Sunday.

From today:

This post made possible by my new laptop. Merry Christmas to me. 
Yeah, I won't be setting anything liquid next to it unless it's in a sippy cup.


The New Man Challenge

Saturday night, after my brother & sister-in-laws wedding reception, we took the girls back to Grandma and Grandpa's house and met up with Sasha and TL.

TL lives in the area while Sasha drove into town last minute. She had been working like crazy for the last few weeks and decided she needed to blow off some steam.  I had not planned on playing over the weekend given how crappy I had felt all week. But as Friday progressed, the better I felt.  I guess it took 3 full days of antibiotics to get me to that point.

Garbanzo and I dressed up for the reception.  I was dressed in a long sleeve dress (the one I showed the picture of a week or so ago), my knee high boots, my over the knee socks and bra.  I had been wearing a thong until Garbanzo removed it in the parking lot of the country club my brother works at.  He decided I did
not need it.

When we got to the hotel, we found they were on the bed relaxing.  Central Oregon actually has winter, so Sasha had been warming up.  They also had found the Alien marathon on TV and were watching it.  The movie also served as some background noise to hopefully cover up some of the noises later on.

What really happened was it presented TL and Garbanzo with a challenge.  Both love that movie. And both were on a bed with two naked women who were giving them lots of attention as well as providing attention to each other giving the men something more interesting to watch.

And, how did they handle this situation?  Sasha and I caught them both at least once glancing at the movie.  They both claim they were not watching the movie, that it wasn't what it seemed.  Yeah, we didn't let them live it down.

But, what was the greatest swapping foul?  The crackberry, I mean, Blackberry.  TL kept getting calls, text messages, and IMs while everything was going on.  He did a great job ignoring it.....or so I thought.

He had gone to the bathroom, and the three of us resumed our fun. I believe Sasha was the center of attention at the time. I realized a few minutes later, he had not returned to us.  I found him instead, sitting on the floor returning a text message. 

"What are you doing??"
"My friend keeps texting me because of a message Sasha had sent, so I was just sending her something back quick."
"You are texting?!"
"Well, I, uh..."
"Didn't you just give Garbanzo shit because you thought he was watching the movie? I think this is worse."

To his credit TL put the phone down and rejoined us. 

But, his blackberry kept going off.  While we were recovering, I was more accepting of him checking it.  Turns out that an unexpected win of the University of Oregon game on Saturday changed some plans - so he was trying to get that communicated. I understand what he was trying to do and that it was set it in motion before we arrived.

That didn't stop me, however, from giving him shit about it.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Day 313 - UGH!!!

Instead of a picture, you get a story.

Once upon a time, Emmy was uploading all of her pictures from her camera onto her laptop - a process she does every day. This process was going slow since she had about 200 pictures to upload, so she decided to treat herself to a small glass of wine.  It had been a long weekend, and Emmy can have a small glass with her antibiotics.

Emmy down to check the status of the upload and set her glass next to her laptop.  Then she turned, tipping the glass.  Emmy was fast though. She caught it before the whole glass of wine poured onto the laptop. 

But, alas, a small amount did splash on the keyboard rendering the delete key, enter key, and up arrow useless.

Fuck is what she exclaimed as she quickly blotted the keyboard trying carefully not to push the wine into the keyboard itself.

Of course, she realized that she got several blog posts done before this all happened, but the one she did not get done was the picture of the day.  Despite her attempts to get the pictures uploaded, technology seemed to be against her.  So, instead, she asked her laughing husband to schedule her an appointment at the Apple store first thing in the morning so that she may get it fixed. 

Until then, Emmy is pretty sure she won't have access to a laptop until she gets it back.  She hopes Apple exceeds her expectations like usual and gets it repaired quickly. Until then, she will have to be creative with her pictures. And keep Garbanzo happy so that she can maybe borrow his laptop to do pictures of the day. 

Until then, there will be another delay.
Sigh.

Day 312 - No Picture Edition

For the third time this year, I have missed my picture of the day.  I took them, I had them, I just didn't have time to upload one on Saturday.  I'll give you two tomorrow instead - one from Saturday AND from Sunday.

I could take the easy way out and blame Sasha as she and TL were definitely involved in why I didn't have time. (Emmy feels MUCH better now except for the occasional dizziness that is the antibiotics way of reminding me I'm not supposed to exercise or engage in strenuous activities because it could make me dizzy.)

But, as fun as it can be to jokingly poke fun at Sasha, the reality is - it's my fault. Just didn't do it.

Let me also throw out that I will have lots of stories from this trip.  Holy shit! My mom was in rare form and reminded me that she is not fit to be a navigator. There is having sex in my parents' house that reminded Garbanzo and me of sneaking around to have sex when he lived with us a couple summers while we were in college.  I'm sure there is a sexy story or two to share - oh, hell, I KNOW there is.  Then, there is just the tale of my brother's reception where I got to learn exactly how my brother and new sister-in-law met.

Fun was had by all.  Now, if only my brother's fucking dogs would settle down and go to sleep because they are noisy little Jack Russell Terriers who are being crated tonight while they stay with my parents. They usually sleep with my brother and sister-in-law. I have offered to take them into bed with us, but Garbanzo has rejected it.  Who needs sleep, right?

Friday, November 20, 2009

Day 311 - Message?


I always forget whenever I visit my parents that their how decoration style is....shall we say, born again.  There are no fewer than four pictures in the guest room - this being one of them.

I am hearing a possible invite to church coming in the future. I'll make sure I have a child with me so I'm not struck by lightening as I walk through the doors. 

Thankfully they are blissfully ignorant about the "extra activities" in our life.  And that is how they will stay. Or else, I suspect, this stuff will start mysteriously showing up in our house after they visit.

Watching

I slipped into the room where they had already started playing.  My role in the play was going to be different than in the past due to some biological timing issues.  But, that was fine. I was more in the mood to watch them together rather than play.  I never seem to get to watch.

When I entered, she was tied to the bed. He had spent the last 30 minutes teasing her. Tasting her. Stroking her. And, doing everything but fucking her and giving her the release she needed.

He had stepped out of the room, so it was just me and her.  Her looking beautiful with her mussed up hair, soft skin that seemed to glow in the soft light, and those gorgeous curves of hers. 

I sat down next to her and ran my hands from her thigh up to her breast. I stroked her nipple a bit - first one, then the other.  I ran my hand through her hair pushing it off her face as I stroked her cheek. I leaned into her a bit more and whispered, "enjoying yourself?"

Her response was part moan, part answer.  I kissed her lips, and she kissed me back hungrily.

He came back into the room just then and asked, "What did you bring in your bag?"  I had not noticed she had arrived with a small backpack, but he did and had some idea of what was in there. 

This question seemed to grab her attention as he set it on the bed next to her and started going through it. Some of the contents were the usual things you may bring for play. He found a pair of what are exfoliating gloves in a pocket. She laughed as he put on on, but her laughter turned to moans as he stroked her skin gently - letting her get used to the sharp contrast against her skin.  After a few moments, he started going through the bag again until he found her toy - the one she has never used.

"This is kind of big for a starter plug, but I bet you can take it" was his response.

He grabbed a bottle of lube, a towel, and the plug as he walked around the end of the bed starting to untie her.  He wanted her on her stomach for what he had planned.  As she was rolling over, he put our wedge under her so her ass would be tilted at the right angle.   He left her partially tied up as he opened the bottle of lube and prepared her ass for the plug.

I watched.  I watched as he gently put in one finger then another, getting her ready.  I watched as he whispered words into her ear.  I watched her react to those words and those fingers. I watched as he lubed up her toy and slowly started to work it inside her. 

Their play was intense.  It was so erotic watching how they interacted; how he read her body language, her moans, and determined how much further to push her or back off. 

I had never been much of a voyeur really, but I found the whole scene as it unfolded incredibly arousing. While part of me wanted to join it, the part that won was the voyeur.  I sat back and watched - and took a few pictures of the scene. 

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Day 310 - Chills


This infection has done one big thing to me - given me the chills like crazy!
I am sitting as close to the fire tonight as I can without crawling into it.
I know I just have to get thru it until the advil kicks in, but still....not fun.
I'm glad we got wood delivered so I can have fires without worrying we'll run out.

Friday, we drive to central Oregon. My brother who got married Wednesday & my mom have already said I have to do nothing but get well while I'm there.  In fact, my brother is taking the girls for a sleep over Friday night.  My mom wants time with the girls Saturday - and I'm sure my sister-in-law will use them to keep her toddler busy.  So, I hope it will be relaxing so I can get better.

HNT Bonus - Mystery Guest Revealed


It probably didn't take long for people to figure out that I was the mystery guest on Os's site.  The blue wall and gloves probably gave it away. :)

Garbanzo and I had quite the debate about this picture. He loved it and wanted me to use it. But, I liked the other ones I used.  So, we compromised - I published it on the reveal.

Ever wonder how to become a Mystery Guest? There is no secret handshake or mystery really - you just volunteer.  So, if you've ever wanted to be a Mystery Guest, go over to Os's site and shoot him an email begging to join his queue of Mystery Guests. Os makes it really quite painless, so don't fret it would be too much to take on. It truly is not.


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

HNT - Innuendo


click the pic, please.
Two things have occurred over the past week. The first is the fact I finally finished painting the spare bedroom.  The color is Innuendo - or the gorgeous blue in the background there.  The room has amazing light, so you may be seeing some more of this blue in the future.

The second thing that has occurred is the weather has gotten colder and windier, so I had to pull out my fingerless gloves. I love these because they go past my elbows which is especially nice if I'm wearing a t-shirt or short sleeved shirt under my rain jacket.  I used to wear them occasionally when I had the cube that was about 15 degrees cooler than the rest of the building.  I could type without getting frost bite from the air conditioning beating down on me.  I love them, and they can keep more than just my hands warm.

For more HNT fun, check out Os to see who else is participating this week.
Or for some NSFW fun, check out OHNT.

Day 309 - Sick

The past two days, I have been feeling like crap. Run down, chills, feverish at times - good stuff.  I was worried I was getting the flu - until my back started hurting.

A month ago I had a UTI, got drugs, and got well......or so I thought.

According to the doctor, it just headed to my kidneys. It didn't go away.  I'm not on more powerful antibiotics for a longer period of time.  And, these drugs are fun - can't eat dairy within a certain amount of time before and after I take it. Can't be in the sun. Must drink a huge amount of water with each pill. No antacids or anything with that calcium magnesium stuff in it.  Oh, and it might make me dizzy. Good times.

So, I'm here, sitting in front of the fire and I have the chills again - and just fed up with feeling like this. Have I mentioned how much I hate being sick? Oh, and I have to go to Central Oregon on Friday for my brother & new sister-in-law's wedding reception.  This is why I went to the doctor today.  Hope that a few days of antibiotics in my system will help me start feeling better sooner.  Until then, I'll be here - doing nothing and trying to will this to go away faster. 


Oprah and Porn

Yesterday, I watched about 90% of the porn episode on Oprah.  I should preface this by saying I'm not really an Oprah fan. While I appreciate some of the things she's done like her book club which seemed to reintroduce some people into reading books again, I also look at people like Dr Phil who was propelled forward due to the Oprah machine and have no appreciate for a bad thing, in my opinion.  Plus people follow her like lemmings.  Definitely something wrong and scary about that!

But, I like Violet Blue. I read her blog. I own several of her books (educational & erotica). I read her column occasionally & follow her on Twitter.  I knew how excited she was about being asked on the show.  And, I also know she has not always had good experiences on shows as the expert guest. Hearing how she felt about being on the show made me want to see it.

My first observation: the audience did not seem comfortable with the show's subject matter.  Usually if Oprah asks for a response, people are eager to give it to her. This didn't seem the case this show.  It seemed odd and awkward, in my opinion.  Each time she would ask the audience a question, she seemed to have to prod them to respond.

The second observation: Oprah didn't seem comfortable with the topic - or as prepared for her guest Jenna Jameson as she should have been.  Jenna talked about the industry like a business (as it is) and about her coworkers in terms of their performance (puns intended as well).  Both seemed to throw Oprah off a bit.  While Oprah described Jenna as a business woman, she didn't seem to put her on par with herself or other women who build their own empires. When Jenna described her requirements for a leading man as needing to show up prepared, give the desired performance, have good timing, etc, Oprah seemed a bit surprised at how business like of a job requirement Jenna had.  In fact, she tried to clarify what that meant, but struggled with the words. Instead of saying, "oh, so he needs to be able to get and maintain an erection so that the movie can be made on schedule" - she fumbled with words until Jenna said exactly that.  And her struggle to figure out how to say, "he needs to cum on queue" was another funny thing to watch. Jenna tried to bail her out, but Oprah's awkwardness seemed to be contagious as they both struggled for the right words.

The only time Oprah seemed in her element was when she and Jenna were talking about how Jenna is going to have to explain to her sons that mommy was a porn star. Oprah's confidence was back as she asked intelligent questions of Jenna. Back to porn, she was awkward again.

The third observation: Lisa Ling needed to loosen up a bit.  Holy shit was she playing the investigative reporter role a bit too much!  I kept wondering if she was going to launch into a tirade about how women were forced into the industry due to the lucrative pay or something.  I mean, the tone of the report as well as how she interviewed people resembled a report I once saw on the women sex slave industry and how women were lured into it from Eastern Europe without understand what they were getting into.  While some parts of the porn industry are serious, the overall tone of Lisa and everyone seemed like we were talking about a much more serious topic. 

One big thing that caught me as suspect was the fact they presented the porn industry and related industries as rapidly growing.  I could have sworn that I recently read that the immersion of the "tube sites" (x-rated you tube like sites) was really kept people from buying and renting movies the way they used to since it is available free on the Internet.  In fact, many of the adult movie studios are having to dramatically rethink how the shoot and market movies to fit this ever changing delivery mechanism called the Internet.  Additionally, I know that Playboy and Hustler and their related franchises are struggling.  Larry Flint, to make a point about government bailouts, went to Washington, DC to look for a bailout for his struggling business too.  I guess knowing this, I would like to understand more what they mean by a "growing industry".  Wrong terminology? Maybe continues to grown on the Internet? If that's what they meant, I would agree.

Lastly, Violet Blue rocked. They truly needed someone on the show who could represent porn/erotica in a way that was positive and who could present it without stigma. Anytime she was asked a question or added to the conversation, she had the words to present it in a way that was not awkward and was intelligent.  You could tell Oprah was happy she was on because of what she added to the discussion.  One of the best lines of the show was when Violet was talking about how you should think of erotica as a tool in a woman's sexual toybox. "It can be as reliable as a woman's vibrator," she said.

Overall,  I don't know what the show was trying to accomplish. But then again, I am not the intended audience.  I mean, I watch porn, read erotica, and would admit it if asked.  I do think, like Violet Blue said, it is something in a woman's arsenal of ways to get turned on or get off. Nothing wrong with admitting it and talking about it, in my opinion.

In reading Alison Tyler's site, I did see that the episode has caused a lot of backlash on Oprah's site already - specifically in the comments related to the show.  That could be a fun read if you want to be entertained. (Alison Tyler, for those who don't know, writes Erotica and edits collections of Erotica.)

Should be interesting to see how this effects Oprah. I'm sure there are many who are unhappy with her choosing this topic and will stop watching in protest or something. Who knows. We'll see how the Oprah machine weathers this storm of controversy.  I do know that one of Violet Blue's books has quickly risen on the Amazon top seller list.  At least she'll get some benefit from it, I hope!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Day 308 - Magnet People


The magnet people are back. This time, climbing up the lamp in the living room.
I've got to hand it to them - they are quite talented.
And are teaching my kids the different types of metals in the house.

Fantasies


© All Rights Reserved by Flickr member Emmy L

Tell me your naughtiest, dirtiest fantasy. The fantasy that you wouldn't tell the one you love, but you would tell the one you fuck.

Even though those words that were typed to me over an IM session a week or more ago, they still echo in my mind. I can hear TL actually saying them to me. And, I knew he was serious because he used my name - my real name - not my nickname.

Those words are words I have given a lot of thought. When I was painting the spare bedroom all of those hours the past week, my mind kept drifting back to that question. When I rode my bike on the trainer yesterday, the thought crept into my mind. That request for insight in my sexual fantasies - more insight than I have given to the one I love.

But those words are even more perfect because of their truth.  There are some things my relationship to the one I love, my husband, will never have in it. I learned long ago that there are things you don't go to him for - and he does not come to me for. Because that love thing keeps getting in the way of true understanding or help.  We have not blocked the other person out entirely - we know; we have just become spectators versus participants.  And, in those cases - those cases were not even about sex.

But, there has been a time or two thus far where we have encountered something with a playmate that has triggered a different response.  A response that was unexpected. A response that would never occur between the two of us.

While we have pushed our own sexual boundaries pre-swinging as far as we could, we thought naively that swinging itself would be a new boundary. And while that is true - bring new partners into our bedroom has definitely pushed boundaries - we never entertained the idea of having individual boundaries pushed a bit more too.

The first time it happened - it was with a playmate and my husband. It surprised him a bit after - as it did me too. She brought something out of him that was unexpected.  What caught him more by surprise is the fact he enjoyed it - and the realization he could not ever do that same thing with me, nor would he want us to do the same thing. A decision I agreed with because it isn't how our chemistry is together. It would never work the same way.

Now, it seems it is my turn. My turn to play in a way that is not how how I play with the one I love. That idea - the person who planted it - both have carved out a niche in my head and seem comfortable there.  And, I'm comfortable having the idea and the person in my head like that.  Now to figure out how I'm going to answer his request....or even if I still need to answer it.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Day 307 - Fall Vegetables


I really need to contact our organics veggie delivery place because, well, we have hit the kale season.  To both of Garbanzo and I, kale is not food - it is decoration. We won't eat it. It will get fed to the chickens, except they don't like it either.

But, we do enjoy the apples, pears, persimmons, and tangerines.  We ate the beets and blue potatoes tonight for dinner. They were yummy. I'm so glad my kids love veggies and fruit.

Over the Rainbow

Over the weekend, I noticed that TBS was playing the Wizard of Oz. After missing it the first night, I set the TIVO to record it the next night.  I wanted to make sure the kids got to see it.

I remember as a kid getting excited whenever it would  be shown on TV which was about once a year.  There was something so special about all of us sitting there watching this movie we couldn't see but once a year. We would pop popcorn, drink soda, and just be together as a family to watch it.

I bought it on DVD when it first was released and watched it over and over again. It is funny that no matter how many times I have seen that movie, the shine has not worn off of it for me.

I guess for me, wanting my kids to watch is also is showing them a world where dreams can come true. Yes, die hard Disney fans could say that Disney movies do the same thing, but I would disagree. 

Who saves Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz? Dorothy does.  Think about that one.  While she may cry and be frustrated at how unfair the world is - in the end, she is the one who inspires the others to seek out what they want.  She is the one who ultimately holds the power that will return her home. Even though she hung her hat on the fact the Wizard was going to be the one to save the day, in the end, she was the one who saved herself.

And the people who hold the true power in Oz (good and bad)? The witches.  The Wizard is a farce. He has no magic. He has only smoke and mirrors.  But the witches, the witches can travel by broomstick or bubbles. They can cast spells that put people to sleep or save the day.  They inspire fear and safety among the people of Oz.  And while the Wizard is the one the people put their faith in, he is not the one they call when there are issues. And he seems to disappear when there is trouble - giving the task of resolving the Wicked Witch issue to a girl from Kansas.

Later in life, when The Life and Time of the Wicked Witch of the West came out, I read the book with the same enthusiasm as I had when I watched the movies. I loved the story about this woman - this evil woman in the movie that had a background deeper than ever shown.  I loved it so much, that I have not been able to even contemplate watching the musical Wicked. I have heard they have done the book justice, but I guess I don't want the magic of the book to fade.

So, on Saturday night, we sat around the TV and watched the Wizard of Oz.  Watching Indigo's reactions as she watched the movie again after not having seen it for a few years was fun.  Singing along, but noticing things in the movie that maybe I hadn't in a while.  It was a great way to spend a cold, rainy Saturday night.