Sunday, January 31, 2010

Day 31 - Bridges


Underside of the Burnside Bridge


Reflections of the Steel Bridge

We went down to the east side esplanade with the girls today. As we walked, I took these pictures of the bridges.  For some reason, the phrase that kept going through my mind as I looked at the bridges and the water was "Build a bridge! Get over it!!"  I have my friend Fred to thank for that one. She used to say that constantly to people who just couldn't move past something in their life - big or small.



e[Lust] #6

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HNT Courtesy of Having My Cake And Eating It Too

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Exposing My Self to Airport Security - I stared right at her until she looked away and called for assistance for a pat-down search. I gaped, chin dropped: holy shit, they're gonna give me a pat down cuz I'm packing a silicon cock.

Prefect’s Prerogative - When I neglect this duty, or don't perform it to his satisfaction, he makes me light a fire in his room, and stand in front of it in just my school shirt and white socks.

Attention Women: There is Something Wrong With Your Vagina - Yes, that’s what your vagina needs: a breath mint. Because, just like vagina shouldn’t smell like vagina, it also shouldn’t taste like vagina.

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The Perfect Fat Why do clothes designers assume that if you're plus-sized you're 1. over 5?9? and 2. over the age of 45 or “matronly and modest”? At the age of 32 I am not yet ready to dress like my grandmother.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Zipless- “I have some Scotch in my room—maybe you’d join me? You know, in the interest of not drinking alone…” She smiled. Perhaps she could yet salvage the day’s ending.

See also: Pleasurists #61 for all your sex toy review needs.
Also in recent sex news, check out the coverage of the Adult Entertainment Expo that happened in Las Vegas a couple weeks ago. You’ll see videos and articles from our fellow sex-bloggers on fun things like a rodeo penis and new sex toys not even on the market yet!

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Arousal is not consent
Psychosexual: Does the G spot exist? Do I care?
Reputable Help for Haiti
Squicked
That'll be 151 Nickels
The Case of the Mysteriously Vanishing G-spot
Transtastic: Joking About Being Trans
Vegas – Day One – Diva’s Quick Recap
Vegas – Day One – Tess’s Thoughts
Why Don’t They Just LEAVE?

Kink & Fetish

Anatomy of a Mindfuck
Bad Submissive
Claiming: Go Pantiless After
Dating Refresher
Electric fuck
Fetishes and me
Kinky With Class
Laziness never pays off
Piercing reversal
Resolution
Titty Fuck
The Coffee Date, Part 2
The Job Interview
Without Reason

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

BDSM Relationship Advice for Newbies
Greedy For The Verse
Hang Ups and Hand Jobs
Ivy Madden
If she had just been a better wife…
Insomnia
Swinging
The Sexiness Beneath
Weightlessness

Erotic Writing

42DD
A Different Kind of Fuck
Across the Room
All in a Play Party’s Night
Amazing Night
Bedtime Story
Behind You
Breathe and Let Go
Done by a Clown
Evening Home
Glow
Lick You As Long As You Like
Moments of Clarity
Naughty Neighbor
Saturday Night’s Alright (For Swapping)
Sex and Video Games
Slip sliding away
The Slut Chronicles #11 ~ The Dinner Party
Thursdays
Tyler
Visitors in my Bedroom
Wicked Wednesday: Altitude
When you Talk About Maelee

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Day 30 - I've Got Nothin'

I would have had something had I not had my half-marathon training this morning thus making me late to my daughter's taekwondo testing. Instead, I had to hand over the camera because there was an off chance I was going to miss her test - and I wanted Garbanzo to capture it on film.

As luck would have it, I DID get there in time to see her test. But, I had to let him keep my camera. Sadly, at 5'5", my ability to take pictures over all of the people standing in front of me is not possible. Where he was standing was actually perfect. So he took all of the pictures. 

And because I can, I must say my daughter (DJ) ROCKED her test. In fact, she got a perfect on her test, thus earning her an "excellent student" patch. She is now one test away from being a black belt - one big test away. But, I suspect, she will rock it as she has with every other test she has taken to date.

Anyway, after we left, we just had too much to do before we dropped off the kids and left for our evening out. And, sadly, none of those activities were picture worthy. If I have a rule for myself this year doing 365Project - it is that I am not going to take a picture of something just to have a picture. I want it to mean something to me - not fill a self-imposed requirement.

SO, instead, I will do two pictures tomorrow. I love how flexible this project is - I can interpret it however I'd like. I mean, the goal is success not failure in the attempt. Plus, I have been enjoying taking some neat pictures lately. I want to keep it going if I can.

52 Weeks of Erotica - or Pimping for a Friend

X and I have not only had some fun together, but have become good friends. Despite his lack of blogging (lack of time to blog mainly), we remain in contact. In other words, I am lucky that I get to hear all about his adventures - and he hears mine. 

He told me a while ago about a project he and his partner-in-crime was starting together. It was part of a Fetlife challenge to produce an original piece of erotic art - one each week of the year or 52 in total.  Fierybitch creates the art and passes it to X who writes the captions or stories that accompany the piece. And they have posted them for all of us to see - 52 Weeks a Year is the blog.

Oh, and as in any good partnership - they keep each other in check with punishments for the one who misses the agreed upon deadline.  Go, check them out - and follow along.  I know I've enjoyed what they have come up with recently - and not just because I know the consequence side of their agreement.

And, in case you didn't know this, X has been tweeting a lot more lately as it fits into his schedule easier than writing a blog post. Go follow him if you'd like to hear snippets of his adventures.

More Pimping - Seattle Event

Actually, that title is not entirely accurate. This is a post pimping two things - an event in Seattle and a site.

Go Back To Bed is a site offering quite a diverse set of sex toys and sexessories. Started by two women (and moms), it's goal is to encourage women to go back to bed and play.  Their own description:
"We believe in the power to contradict what is ladylike and what is thought of as “dirty”. Our adult pleasure market includes mothers, daughters, wives, divorcees, heterosexuals, bi-sexuals, and lesbians. If you are single, married, shy or adventurous, kinky or sweet, we believe that you will love the change we are bringing to the market of sexual liberation."
Check out their website. I think you will find a diverse of selection of toys and other accoutrement regardless of what you are into - how sweet or dirty you are. Plus, I do appreciate the way they are using their status as mothers to order people to go back to bed for fun. As one line on their site states: "Mothers know best."

To celebrate the launch of their site, they are hosting a Sexy Celebration in Seattle next Saturday (6-February).
7:00 – Midnight
Old Aspen Paint Warehouse
1128 SW Spokane Street
 
Live music by Reckon Yard
The knotty antics of Twisted Monk
Libations and Flirtatious Treats
If you are local or in the area and would like to attend, go here for more info including information on how to RSVP to the event.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Day 29 - Old Playgrounds


Most of the old playground equipment has been replaced at the parks. But, occasionally, you will encounter an isolated playground in an unexpected place where the equipment is the original stuff. The slides are the tall, narrow ones that I'm sure plenty of kids fell jumped off - or the tall, over-sized swings that adults can still swing on and feel like they were flying just like they did back when they were kids. I'm always happy to find these because it is a flash back to childhood that I think we sometimes need.

Friday Field Trips

First off, thank you all for your kind comments on yesterday's HNT. I will have to say some of them made me smile (not smirk) especially as it became clear that my smirk shines through my words on this blog.

For today's field trips, I have some fun sites.  The first is Sleep Talkin' Man.  The site documents the humorous outbursts that a wife hears as her husband sleeps. I fell in love with this site because Garbanzo has been known to have outburts (not as much anymore due to his anti-anxiety medicine which slows his brain down a bit thus letting him sleep.) My favorite of Garbanzo's was while we were in college. My roommate Fred and I laughed hysterically one day when he started talking about the gnomes and Deana Troi. (Someone had watched too much Star Trek.) We laughed so loud at his outbursts that we woke him up. Yeah, that site speaks to me (no pun intended). 

But I have to be careful as to how much I harass him. I did dream that I was playing softball, and as a catcher, I had to catch a wild pitch. I awoke after I hit him in the face trying to catch the ball in my sleep. He had a bruise on his chin from where I clocked him.  That was the same year now that I think about it....we entertained Fred quite a bit that year. She was in the room that day too and laughed hysterically when I explained what I was dreaming about.  (Fred, for new people, is my best friend from college who was my roommate for most of college. She was a good Catholic girl from Texas who thankfully was not freaked out at all about Garbanzo sleeping in my bed.)

Another site I have fallen in love with - as Garbanzo can attest from my hysterical laughter - is Passive-Aggressive Notes. This is a user driven site where people send in photographs of the passive aggressive notes people in their world have left. There are notes from parents who are sick of their kids not being able to close the cereal boxes properly to the snarky exchanges on Facebook.

I only wish I had found this sooner because the ones at my last job were classics! I really REALLY wish I had the email an engineer sent to the IT department managers (me and another manager and our boss) about the time issue on the servers. His PC time did not match the clocks which did not match the phone which did not match his cell phone. He had gone into calculating the the amount of time wasted by him each day due to questioning whether he was early or late to a meeting. Then he went on to calculate how much money he was wasting of the company being early to meetings.  My response back on our behalf was simple: "'A man with two watches never truly knows what time it is.' Pick one fucking clock and use it. Stop wasting our time as well as yours." My boss was appalled by the response - his boss thought it was hilarious and told me to forward him any backlash as he would deal with it. Being in charge of desktop and network support for the US was probably not the best role to put me in, but no one ever wasted our time.

The last site I love is Please Fire Me.  This site is another user-driven site. (My apologies - I worked too closely with the Web Marketing Manager, so I know all these fancy phrases now.) Users anonymously submit reasons they should be fired. Some of them are sad. Some are typical corporate things. Others are hilarious.  I could have contributed a lot to this site with a couple people I worked for.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Day 28 - Baluster


I love the architectural details in the old Portland Parks. This is the baluster that support the upper railing next to the path overlooking the rose gardens. I love the moss, the worn stone, the contrast with the bricks and the gardens.

I have been taking almost all of my pictures using the manual modes on my camera. And about half of them are even without auto-focus. It's kind of a freeing feeling knowing how to change the settings so that I can get the picture I want rather than rely on the presets.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

HNT - Smirkative


A smirkative person is someone who smirks - a lot.

Yeah, I think that describes me. You are more likely to get a smirk from me than a smile at times.  Yeah, and I do it out of smugness. I also do it when I'm amused by something that others would not find amusing. It could be the way something sounded (usually dirtier than intended) or when something makes someone sound idiotic.....or when I turn the tables on someone and maybe they haven't realized it at the time.

My smirk just means something is going through my head that you may, or may not, want to know. Depends on the situation.

To see who else is playing today go see Osbasso.
Or for more NSFW nekkid fun, go pay a visit to OHNT.


Day 27 - Eastbank Esplanade


A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
~William Blake
Eastbank Esplanade next to the Willamette River. Hawthorn Bridge & downtown Portland is in the background.



In the Middle

I want to have you both in my bed. I would be in the middle. He would be on one side, and you would be on the other.  I would take care of both of you before we all fell asleep. Making sure you go to sleep satisfied after a full night of play.

I would start with him. Start by taking his cock into my mouth to get him hard again. His hands would be in my hair - and he would push my head down onto his cock forcing me to take him deep into my throat. I can see you laying there - propped on one elbow, watching intently. I would let him guide me to what he wants. He may want me to suck him off, or he may bend me over the bed and fuck me hard. 

He wants me bent over the bed.

Once in place, he slides right into my pussy with one thrust. He loves fucking me hard from behind, grabbing my hips and driving himself hard into me with each thrust.  And while he does this, he will put a hand into my hair and pull my head back so that I can see how intently you are staring at us with that gleam in your eye - that gleam you get when you are enjoying the view - and are planning what you want to do to me when you get your turn.

I can tell he is about to cum as he picks up the pace. I can feel that final swell of his cock before he is about to release. But, instead of cumming deep inside me, he pulls out suddenly - coming all over my ass and back. 

After we clean up, I crawl back onto the bed and over to you. It is your turn. 

I start off with a kiss and ask if you like what you saw.

You did.

My hand wraps myself around your cock.  My mouth starts going down your body and finds one of your nipples. I know how much that nipple play turns you on if I do it right.

I do it right.

I work my way down your body and take your cock into my mouth. It always takes me a bit longer to take you deep into my throat - but you are patient, and I'm willing to work at it. Your hands are in my hair, wrapping my long locks around your hands so you can see my face as you push my head down further on your cock encouraging me - pushing me a bit further than I may have done on my own.  This continues until I pull away and ask,

"Wanna fuck my ass?"

You don't answer me but move me so that I am bend over the side of the bed, then your fingers prepare my ass.  You slide your cock into my ass. I love the way it feels - being stretched as your cock invades it. I push back onto your cock. I know how much you love it as I do that. The pace at which you fuck me increases as your orgasm builds. Your fingers dig into my hips as you pull me back onto your cock as you thrust inside me.  This continues until you cum.

We get cleaned up, and crawl back into bed. I curl up between you two. Each of you have a hand on me - almost to remind me that I am both of yours to play with all night.  And we fall asleep until one of you decides you need more. I am awakened by you both throughout the night. Fingers probing me, a mouth finding a nipple, a cock finding a place to enter. I don't get much sleep as the night turns into morning. I lose track of how many times you each use me and how. You both have taken advantage of a naked willing woman at your sexual beckon call.

Have I mentioned how much I love this idea - the idea of giving you both whatever you want whenever you wanted it?

And the next night - we switch.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Day 26 - Cathedral Park


A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Cathedral Park under the St John's Bridge. Shot with my new lens - and yes, I mucked with the color. I'm beta testing Adobe Lightroom and am loving its easy to use features. Good stuff - both the lens and the software.

Lessons in Friendship

Nolens Volens wrote a post for the In the Real World Venus vs Mar about his best friend and his wife who is jealous.  In reading it and commenting back, I realized how one famous situation in my relationship with Garbanzo comes immediately to mind when I think about situations like that one. We shall call his friend Maggie.

Maggie was an English major like my husband, only a year older. They went to England together for a class. They were friends. She was sweet and bubbly, and I could understand why she felt comfortable with Garbanzo as a friend and confident. He's easy going, easy to talk to, quick with a kind word and a hug, and just a nice guy.  Seriously, my husband is a nice guy.

They were friends. I got that. I didn't have any problems with it. I mean, Garbanzo is friends with many people - male and female - so I didn't think anything of it. Plus, I tend to have a lot of friends who are men. Between what I do for a living and having grown up in a house full of boys, I relate well to men. I can talk the talk, so to speak. (A blessing and a curse as I was growing up, but that's a different post.)

Maggie had a string of bad luck her senior year. And, each time, she would look to her friends for advice, reassurance, a shoulder to cry on, etc.  I'm a pretty compassionate person. If she were my friend, I'd be right there for her too.  I got that.

But, I started to see a trend that year. I started to notice that her "bad luck" started coinciding with plans that Garbanzo and I were making. I tried to gently point this out.  We were having, what I liked to call, boundary issues.  She was overstepping from the friendship side to the boyfriend side. And, using his "nice guy tendencies" against him. Not how I put it with Garbanzo, but truly my take on the situation.

We got into a few discussions over this one. I was hitting the end of my rope with her. My tolerance level was gone. Couple that with her reaction to our engagement, and I knew what she was trying to do.  She wanted Garbanzo as a boyfriend, so in the meantime, she would rely on him as she would a boyfriend.

But, my nice guy husband (boyfriend at the time) was worried about her. He wanted to help her. He wanted to not make waves, let her graduate, so we could just move on.  His logic was that it would happen anyway - so why not wait it out.

It was March when the final straw occurred. I had done my best to keep my mouth shut. I was not going to be the one who stirred up the drama. I wanted it to happen on its own. Garbanzo was set to go spend a month in Mexico for Spanish language school. He left the next day, so we had errands to run and good-bye sex to be had. As I predicted, she had a crisis. She needed him to help her. Garbanzo swore that it would only take an hour max, then we could do the errands, he'd take me out for dinner, and back home to bed. 

One hour turned to almost four hours. I was pissed. She didn't care. She knew she had fucked up our night.  That's really what she was aiming for.  How did I know? Her tactics for keeping us around were pretty flimsy, and cropped up each time we had to go.  I am, sadly, pretty good at reading people - even back then.  I say sadly because I truly wish people weren't game players - I try to never look at it that way first, but if the thought pops into my head with a person, the thought is there for good reason.

As I sat there in the corner contemplating going back to my dorm so I could explode in private, Maggie made a comment. "You know, when you mentioned to me on the England trip that if she wasn't careful, you'd marry her - I never thought you were serious."

Let me explain, that was almost 2 years earlier. I would later find out after we discussed this comment that it was his response that made him decide to hold off on the whole marriage idea. She had planted the seed of doubt in his mind - he was going too fast, was he really sure, etc. Yeah, clearly she had her hand on the pulse of things - I mean, us getting married clearly didn't work out. (insert eye roll here) Anyway, that comment and his response to it made for some pretty tough talks between us as our college careers came closer to a close. And almost caused us to go our separate ways.  To find out she had a hand in it under the guise of "being a friend", well, I almost erupted right there.

I don't recall how we finally got out of there. It really doesn't matter. Our last night together before being apart for a month without any means of communication was pretty much ruined. As you can imagine,  good-bye sex was not what it should have been. I was pretty pissed at the situation - so things were not resolved by the time he left at 5am the following day.

When he got back, he realized how fucked up things had become. He realized she was doing it on purpose - a month apart had given him some time to connect the dots. And, this realization helped him see her immediate attempts to get priority in his life.  Did he ever confront her on this? No. It's not his thing - plus he didn't want it to get worse. We were two months from Maggie graduating, so why fret and deal with the drama if he did do it. I understood, but it was two months of struggle as he did the dance to avoid her dramas.

Five years later, she found us in Oregon. She started emailing Garbanzo a lot. He chose to use technology to ignore her. She demanded to know what she had done wrong, etc, etc - and he just let it be without a response.  It scared the hell out of him to be honest - she even admitted in one of the emails that she had been trying to find him. And he had heard through his friends that she had been pestering them for years.  It was when Garbanzo truly apologized to me for what he let her do to him and subsequently me.

Since this incident, there have been other similar ones. I can list several women who have mistaken Garbanzo's friendship with them as an opportunity to have more.  And each time, the story goes in a similar manner. I try hard to let him see it so he can deal with it, but I usually find my patience isn't there for it. 

I have had a couple guys do the same thing to me. The difference is that I usually catch it earlier and deal with it head on. While Garbanzo takes a "fizzle out" approach, I tend to go for the big bang approach.  I will try until I'm just done with the drama - and done with the attempted manipulation that usually follows. Then I blow it up and deal with the aftermath. I am good at dealing with the post-blow-up rubble.  Garbanzo - he's too nice of a guy. He will keep working at it and working at it trying to keep the peace and damage to a minimum.

But, the one things we've both learned about having friends of the opposite sex.  We are completely intolerant now of those who try to get between us and our family, but also our friendships with those people we consider important to us.  If everyone can't play nice, the one causing the problems must go.  I don't care how good of friends they were - nor do I care if they were the same sex or the opposite.

Oh and one last thing - I do believe men and women can be friends. I have many successful friendships that have never taken this turn - as has my husband. Just wanted to make that point clear as I do not want this to come across a different way.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Day 25 - Rain

A Glimpse into Our Relationship

"I don't think I'm going to get that lens," I announced the other night while researching lenses.

"Why not? I told you if you got the job, you got the lens. Buy it."

"The good version of the lens is too expensive. So, I'm looking at others. I'm in information overload."

"Which lens is it again?" Garbanzo was on his laptop doing work while sitting on the couch.

I told him which one. He is the king of finding the deals. I wasn't having luck - but maybe he would.

"What about this lens? I just sent you the link."

"It's okay, but not what I'm looking for. But that price is totally right. Oh, my other zoom is about as good as that one."

"Oh, well, I'll see what I can find."

Fast forward a couple days. Garbanzo and I are chatting while he had a break at school.

"I think I'm going to get this fish-eye lens instead."

"Ummmmm...."

"What's with the ummmm??"

"welll.....the other lens should be here in a day or two"

"Which lens?"

He sends me the link.

"You got me THAT one?! Holy fuck!! I was going to buy the cheaper version of that lens."

"Hey. I promised you a lens when you got a job Just trying to be honest and follow through. Plus you wouldn't have bought it yourself - I know you. So I bought it the other night while you were researching it."

"Holy fuck!!"

"Is that okay?"

"It is way too expensive."

"I bought it used - it's yours. Plus, I knew you wouldn't buy it."

"God, you know me too well."

"Yes. Yes, I do. Is that okay?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You can give me my thank-you blow job later."

Yes, this is how things work in our house. I mention that I'm thinking about buying something. Garbanzo gets sick of hearing me "think about it" and just buys it for me. Meanwhile Garbanzo decides to buy something, buys it, then tells me when I ask what has just arrived.  It's all about balance.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Day 24 - Graffiti


The intricacy of some graffiti amazes me. I mean, this was done with spray paint.
I just wish they would do their art without creating a nuisance for the property owner.



Full Circle

I woke up hornier than I had in a long time. I think it was the fact Garbanzo had fucked me good the night before, but I never got my big orgasm before we were done. I don't blame him though - it was my call. The angle he was fucking me was so incredible hot - it hit my g-spot just right - so I didn't want to disrupt that angle just so I can get my clit orgasm.  I told him to keep going - I would take care of things later if I needed it.

He had to get up very early the next morning (read 5am), so he feel asleep almost immediately. I was awake, so I went into the living room to finish a blog post and try to wind down. I figured I would masturbate before I feel asleep if I felt the need for it.  In the end, I was too tired.  I went to sleep instead.

I guess I needed that orgasm more than I realized as the arousal between my legs told me the next morning. Garbanzo had made me a cup of coffee before he left, and I asked him if he'd hand me my vibrator out of our overnight bag. I had taken it with us to the beach, but hadn't unpacked it yet.  He tossed it to me from the bag, told me to have fun, then left.

I had grabbed my laptop and was starting to browse for some material when TL popped up on IM.  We were talking about an email I had sent him the night before - some possibilities of meeting we had not previously realized.  And the talk was just contributing to my need to have an orgasm.  As the chat got more and more detailed in the planning and possibilities, I started stroking my clit.  God, I was wet.  I finally grabbed my vibrator and started building myself up to an orgasm. My imagination was in overdrive - oh, the possibilities of what we could explore in the future. 

I finally send him the following IM:
"These possibilities combined with  the fact I already woke up horny has made me need an orgasm now.....want to talk me through it?"

His response was simple "uh, yeah - are you calling me?"

I did.  Hearing his voice in my ear was like having him there as he told me exactly what he would do if he were next to me.  How he would pull and tug on my pussy as I worked my clit - with fingers and teeth.  How his hands would be on my nipples and breasts.  He asked me if I was thinking about some of what we were talking about.  "Oh, God, yes - I love that thought" was my response.  He encouraged me to cum for him - and cum I did.  It was exactly what I needed.

"I'm going to text Garbanzo and tell him what a dirty girl you have been - calling me, cumming for me, and leaving me hard. He should come home and spank you before fucking you."

That thought implanted itself deep in my mind for the rest of the day.  That thought kept me keyed up until I finally decided maybe another orgasm would help - it would be a couple hours before Garbanzo would be home, so I figured I would have one to tied me over, so to speak.  It didn't take me long to cum again - and again - then again.  It was as if one would not be enough.

Garbanzo at that moment texted me. I responded that he needed to come home and fuck me - explaining how my day had been going.  He sent something to me saying he would leave as soon as he could - he needed to come home early anyway.

About an hour later, he walked through the door. I heard him send the girls outside to tend to the chickens, then he came into the bedroom.  He pulled my pants off and his too - then bent me over the bed to fuck me.  His cock slid into my tight pussy - tight from the orgasms and the need to be fucked.  The angle I was in was causing his cock to hit my g-spot perfectly. I had happily cum full circle. 

Happy Birthday Hubman!!


Guess who turns 40 today?
Go over and wish him a Happy Birthday!
And tell him he looks damn good in a kilt. ;-)

Sorry, Hubman, it's what happens when I take the picture. I get to use it for times like this! :)
Happy Birthday!
xoxo
~Emmy

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Day 23 - Fucking Organizing Kick


I am drinking. Why? Because I can't find my FUCKING Social Security Card!!! 

When I got laid off, I embarked on the great purging and cleaning exercise in the house. We had too much stuff, it was taking over, so I dealt with it. I recall exactly where it last was. You see, my mother-in-law gave me years ago a nice holder for my passport and other documents. I store all of our important docments in there - social security cards, birth certificates, passports  - so it's all together.  I kept this thing in one safe location - but thought, you know - I should put it someplace REALLY safe.

Yeah, I can't find it nor can I remember that other safe place.  FUCK!

Why is this urgent? Because the company I am employed through for this new gig, I need my social security card. I actually found my old (premarried) card - that we tried to use. But no-go.  I need the one with my full name on it.  Here is what is hilarious about this one - my full name cannot fit on a social security card because I have both my last name and Garbanzo's. In fact, it cuts my last name off so that no one really knows what it is.  They have to take my word for it. It cuts off most of Garbanzo's last name, so really, the old card and the new card vary by about 3 letters.

We have torn the house apart. And we cannot find it.
I'll need to get a new one if I can't find it. I should be able to do that assuming their "proof of citizenship" doesn't foul it up. I have an old card, I have my marriage certificate, I have a driver's license. But, their website says I need "proof of citizenship" if their records don't already reflect they have one. Yeah, I think that is the part that will fuck things up if anything will.

So, I am now drinking  - hoping to not think about this anymore for tonight.
Wish me luck that I may find it tomorrow.
I don't know how this will fuck things up for the new job if I can't.

The School Carnival - A Study in Relationships

I hate the annual school carnival.

I know the kids love it. But, that much activity and noise and stuff just sends me into sensory overload. I can't focus on anyone or anything - I'm just too overwhelmed by it all. It's not as bad as I get in an arcade, but pretty damn close.  And, of course, EVERYONE wants to have a conversation with me.  By the end of the night, I need a stiff drink and a quiet room.

In years past, I get roped into doing something. The middle school kids do most of the work, but they have parents filling in the gaps.  I was happy that this year I was able to stay out of it, and hang out with Garbanzo.  This is usually not something we get to do either.  Between parents and kids, he is constantly getting accosted and pulled away.

Last night, we lucked out - he didn't get pulled away and neither did I. So, instead, we walked around watching and talking to people hand-in-hand. I noticed as we were doing this was how many parents looked like they didn't even want to be around each other.  Garbanzo's crush was walking around with her arms crossed all night - looking like she was about to kill someone.  When her husband arrived from work, they barely greeted each other - and they sat together, with two people between them.

Other parents touched only when money passed between them.  It kind of made me wonder - are we just that unique in our relationship and the physical aspects of it - or are they just that unhappy with each other?  Or am I find with holding hands, an arm around the other, or the periodic kiss in public because my parents were fine with it? And the other couples simply were not comfortable even with a minimal amount of public displays of affection?

I sat there on the edge of the stage watching people - and still did not find another couple with older kids enjoying interacting with each other.  Finally while I chatted with the principal's wife - someone I am friends with - her husband came up and greeted his wife as I would expect - a kiss on the cheek, hand on the back as he did it, standing close together like they actually loved each other.  Outside of them, the others kind of made me sad really.  I mean, greet each other if one of them arrives after the other.  Look like you actually get along.  Don't act like you sleep in single beds in the same room.

I know not everyone has marital bliss or even relationship bliss, but WTF? Are we really that rare?  Anyone else in a good relationship notice this? Do I have unrealistic expectations? Or are Garbanzo and I being "inappropriate" with our public behavior with one another?  Or is my sampling of parents just full of people in unhappy relationships?

Friday, January 22, 2010

Day 22 - Rain on Tree Branches



A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
-e. e. cummings

60 Seconds

"I'm going down to our room. I expect you to be down there in 60 seconds."

We were with our friends at their beach house. All of the bedrooms were downstairs with an open layout on the main level. Leaving was going to be tricky - and would not go unnoticed.

"They are going to be suspicious if I disappear too."

"60 seconds."

I watched him wander down the steps and tried to formulate a plan. If we both disappeared, I knew they would wonder if something was wrong. But I was almost too afraid to find out what would happen if I did not follow as I was instructed. While he may not appear that way, he can be pretty clever in exacting his punishment.

I headed down the steps after him figuring, if asked, I would make something up about his disappearance. But no one openly noticed I was gone...thankfully.

I opened the bedroom door and found him waiting for me: pants open, cock out, and semi-erect. He did not need to issue any commands. I knew what he wanted of me, so I closed the door and dropped to my knees in front of him. Without a word, I wrapped my hand around his cock and place it's head in my mouth - all the while, I looked up at him.

I did not break eye contact as I liked and sucked him to a full erection. Then I started taking him deeper as I know he enjoys. I felt his hand on the back of my head encouraging me to take his whole cock deep in my throat which i did. This continued until he pulled me to my feet and kissed me long and hard.

Unexpectedly, he turned me around and bent me over the edge of the bed. His hand snaked around my waist undoing my pants which he slid off my hips with ease. With a single motion, he drove his cock into me. My face was pressed into the comforter effectively muffling my moans. He fucked me hard - driving me into the bed. Then just as quickly as this all started, he pulled out.

"We'll finish this later" were his words as he tucked himself away and left the room.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Day 21 - Spring in January?


As I was grabbing the chicken from the neighbor's yard for the second time, I noticed that all of the neighbor's bulbs were coming up. I went back to my yard and saw mine were coming up too. These are daffodils....in January. Usually they show up in maybe March-April.



Wednesday, January 20, 2010

HNT - Curve & Angles


You may admire a girl's curves on the first introduction, but the second meeting shows up new angles.
~Mae West

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Day 20 - One Big Ship


“A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.”
-William Shedd

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Love at First Meeting

I had a moment today when I left the company I'll be working with where I wanted to stand outside and spin around - a la Buddy the Elf - saying "I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love...." (click here if you don't know what I'm talking about.)

I spent 3 hrs there today even though my official start date is 1-February. They had a "kick off" meeting for the project I was hired to manage.  Yeah, if you know project management, it seems odd to have a kick off meeting led by someone other than the project manager.  But, I would call this more of a "kick off the idea of the project" meeting. A lot of the people haven't heard about the project they are assigned to be a part of. This was the meeting where it was introduced to them.

So, why did I leave in such a great mood? I love this company. Twice in my life, I have had a job fall into my lap with a great company. And each time, right before it happened, I had decided that I wanted a certain type of job in a certain type of company (industry) of a certain size, located in a certain place.  The first time - I got it - and it was great.  This time, it has happened again. But, there is a cynic in me that wonders if lightning will strike twice - will it actually be a great job?? Will this company be exactly what I hope it is?  So far, so good.

When I walked into the place today, everyone welcomed me. You know how when you are introduced to someone the exchange goes.  Nice to meet you, followed by a nice to meet you, and all while doing the handshake. The first person I was introduced to, shook my hand and said, "we are so happy you were able to join us."  Kind of took me by surprise. I thought it was just this one person. Nope. EVERYONE said that regardless of what level of the company they are in the org chart - executive down to the receptionist.  And many of these people did not know why I was there, yet it was all genuine.

Then, as the meeting was underway, I was struck by another thing: they aren't jaded!! They have been successful, they have passion for what they are doing, and they don't go negative immediately upon hearing something.  For example: at the old company, if someone mentioned a Phase 2 of a project, the entire room would start laughing.  Why? There was never a Phase 2, and everyone knew that. This mention of a Phase 2 was the sign for everyone in the room to start entrenching themselves for battle because they were not going to negotiate or compromise. Today, this was mentioned, and everyone nodded and didn't say anything. They actually believed the leadership.  There were no rolled eyes, no laughter, no comments of "yeah right". They all went "okay - makes sense" and moved on.  I was floored, to be honest. Until that point, I had not realized how dysfunctional and toxic the old company had become. I mean, one of the execs basically told someone that something she thought was important would not make the cut because it is not core to meeting the objectives. Her response? "I can see that. Okay. Thanks." A person at the old company would have fought to do the death at that very moment to prove the person wrong.

And the company culture is truly a place where they are living their goals. It is a green company - so they have no trash cans at each desk. Recycling is king. And if you have trash, you must put them in one of the few trash cans centrally located throughout the building. (I actually love this because I had coworkers in the past who would toss their paper instead of recycling it. Drove me nuts!) They have fun at work. They enjoy interacting with each other. They use technology in new and innovative ways. One of the technologies they use is a business focused social portal - think Facebook with a business bend.  And it's just for the company's internal use. I love that. And everyone is using it too.  And IT people who are excited about technology.

I'm in love.

I found out from the recruiter that they turned down the more experienced project manager with direct experience with the software application being implemented.  When they asked why, the response they got was I was a better fit. I understood their culture. I fit into their culture. I wasn't going to be a know it all; I was going to know who knew it all. Thank you old CIO and Mentor for teaching me that you don't have to be an expert on everything to be a good leader.  I might have to send him a note of thanks for that one.

I am going in eyes wide open though. I can already see that the woman from the consulting firm is not happy they will be accountable to me. They were first inside the door and have been advising the executive team closely. I can tell she wasn't happy. Hell, it was easy to tell as she refused to acknowledge me. Sadly, she will learn (the hard way) that those games do not bug me - they only entertain me. And I have spotted the internal person who wants to share her expertise in this area - saw her giving the CFO a 20 minute persuasive speech on it all. And the CFO looked in pain. Hey, there is always one in the crowd. Glad I spotted her sooner rather than later. Oh, and the CFO thinks he knows how to run this project.....uhm, he doesn't. But, I'm not too worried there. More of something to note.

Oh, and the last thing I noticed - this place didn't feel like a sucking vortex - like there are forces out to ensure success is not possible.  That is exactly how the old company continues to feel. I feel my stress and blood pressure rise just walking through the door. The new company was just the opposite feeling. No stress. Just a feeling of possibilities - and ways I can help.  Not to say that this project won't stress me out at some point - it will.....from about April through July to be precise. But, it is such a wonderful feeling having it start out so well.

Day 19 - Waiting for the Train


The train that stops two blocks from our house drops me off right in front of the new company I am contracting with. And, I catch it back home three blocks away. Of course, after having decent weather all day, it started pouring about 10 minutes before the train got their. Oh, well....I DO live in Oregon.



Jury Duty: Or Why Friday Sucked for Me

Dear Mr Prosecutor,

I'm sorry we had to rule 'not guilty' over the drug dealing charge on Friday.  I know we all hated to do that, not only to you, but to the community.  Why? Because he's a dealer. You just failed to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that he was dealing the day he was arrested.  Where did you go wrong?

1. He is an admitted addict. He has a four prosecutions of drug possession and three past dealing convictions. Sadly, we could not use that to say he was a dealer. We could only use it to judge whether or not his testimony was truthful. Yes, they found drugs in his car. What you didn't do was prove to us that it was not for his personal use. They were all over this one. They repeatedly said it was for his use. With you silent with your side of the case, we weren't sure if you were ignoring that comment or felt there was no use in addressing it. This left a lot of doubt in people's minds. You never used your witnesses to prove this "personal use" claim wrong. So, we really weren't sure what to think.

2. You didn't align the evidence enough. While circumstantial evidence is usable, your lack of connecting the dots or getting your witnesses to connect the dots given their expertise in this area forced us to guess at the case you were trying to make. For example, there was a brief mention that drug dealers tend to have two phones. Yet, you don't ever bring up the fact they found two cell phones (a crap phone and a good phone) in the car. One of your witnesses mentioned it while he read the inventory of what they found in his car, but that's it. Your witness mentions it is common practice nowadays to rent a car to deal out of so that it is harder to trace back to one person. He has a rental. He says it is because his car is in the shop. No mention of whether or not that is true. I mean, pretty easy to check on that situation, isn't it? So, we had all of this "evidence" but the lack of mentioning it made us wonder if it is was even worth considering. 

3. The law for dealing drugs says that he had the intent for delivery on the day he was arrested. There was no solid evidence that this was what had happened. The police saw what may or may not have been a drug transaction. But there were no drugs. No money exchanged. Just a guy who ran from the police, acted weird, had a rental car, and had drugs in his car. This made the discussion around "without a reasonable doubt" very difficult. We had doubt about what was happening THAT day. You just didn't have the evidence for it....sadly.

I did feel sorry for you though. You ended up with a jury that was a bit different than I think you had hoped for. Maybe you weren't sure of what to expect given most of the potential jurers felt that the system was inequitable against the non-white accused. That sidebar debate did create a situation where there were few to choose after many expressed the same belief. But, then again, I think that you were assuming they would go after the race card in the case. They didn't. You ended up instead with a group of people who seemed to have done a lot of drugs  - enough to think that over 6grams of coke in his possession was, indeed, enough for personal use.  Or that he, indeed, got a deal for buying coke in bulk - just like Walmart. Sure it was packaged in saleable sizes, but still.  When the jurers were in college, they got the same deal.  (Yes, this was an actual comment made by more than two people.)

So, in the end, we found him guilty on four of the five charges. Our hope is that next time, you have a better case against him. We are pretty sure he will do this again. I mean, maybe the 5th time will be a charm. Please nail his ass next time.  I know it pained me to let that fucker go. I mean, I spent several months working with police to get rid of the drug dealing in our neighborhood. It kills me that we released one back into the community. Don't put someone in that position again, okay? 

Monday, January 18, 2010

Days 15 - 18: Catch-Up Edition

Friday January 15, 2010

This was taken in the South Park blocks in Portland. If you know the area, I was standing behind where the symphony performs - the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall.  If you look carefully, you can see three of the statues in this park. The first on the left is a Grecian statue/fountain. The second one is a statue of Abe Lincoln. The last one is Teddy Roosevelt on his horse.

Saturday January 16, 2010

This is the mast rigging from the Morning Star replica ship that sits outside of the Tillamook Cheese Factory. We took the kids there Saturday to see how cheese is made. The Morning Star schooner was built as a way for the farmers to get their products to Portland in about 1855.  It's part of the Tillamook Cheese logo.

Sunday January 17, 2010

The kids were feeding seagull on the beach on Sunday morning. I caught this one mid-flight. I loved how the feathers are translucent. And the look on the bird's face - you can tell it wants to catch some bread in the air.

Monday January 18, 2010

We took one last walk on the beach near Nehart's Bay on the coast near Tillamook. Last night, we had the most amazing storm. Sadly, it was too dark to see - we could only hear the wind rattling the windows. The beach was filled with seaweed that was ripped up by the storm. I always love the harshness of the Oregon coast. The Oregon coast is extremely rocky. The tress look weather-worn and growing almost sideways.  Where is the beach in this picture? We were about an hour from high tide. High tide in the winter is extremely high - so some areas totally lose the beach. This is one of those areas.