HNT-26-B

As promised... here is the uploaded picture (finally)... The question is? What is it?

HNT-26

Yes, I am still moving...

I move two loads a day... So far, I have managed to keep myself from craving the sweet release of an early death and just prolonging my misery...

My kitchen looks bare, although I still have to empty the food and plates out of the cabinets. Oh and my heaviest appliances that I dare not move on my own...My microwave oven... and my beautiful but extremely heavy Italian gelato maker. Just to give you an idea, my also fabulous KitchenAid Mixer seems like a feather compared to this ice cream maker... Why? because it requires no pre-freezing or ice or salt of any variety...And that is heavy, man..

So I will await the assistance of the PK for this item. I have no abdominal give left.. its for the best.

Luckily for all of you, I will not be including a picture of my abdomen today... I took this picture yesterday as the sweat was pouring off my dusty, sweaty body. Yum!

Haha! Not really... that is the apartment with one of my daughters lounging in the living room...Charming space, eh?

The sad fact is that I have failed to up load the picture to date and am too tired to search for the cord to upload it properly... I will tomorrow... I promise...

HNT-25 Moving

What have I been doing? Can you guess from the picture?

Maybe it isn't obvious... that is the bra that peeled off after moving crap back and forth to the new apartment all day.. I would have taken a picture of myself... but I looked worse than this bra.. and it looks pretty wiped out... Would you believe I have a couple of more days of this crap to go... and already I am exhausted... I think I need a pick me up.

Does anyone have any suggestions?

Hope you get a good nights sleep

Ever have a conversation with someone and have them fall asleep?

I would like to say no, but sadly it happens alot.

Last night I had the urge (which I supressed) to smother the sleeper/ignorer with a pillow...

Is that wrong?

It has begun...

The move that is...

We moved chairs... well patio ones anyway... set up the bathroom... I took a shower... it was like heaven...

How long will the rest of the move take?

Well since I suspect that I will move the majority of the items in the house myself, I think the answer can be summed up in three little words:

WAY TOO LONG!

HNT-24 and a rant

Well here I am, at 9:30 on a Wednesday evening and I am still waiting for PK to arrive home. He needed to finish up some stuff and then was going to meet a co-worker (male) for a drink... he would be home at 8:30. Two ignored phone calls and 6 text messages later I finally hear that he is on his way... That was almost 40 minutes ago... Another dinner ruined and promises broken. Oh but it is ok.. he told me that he appreciated all my efforts this morning and ordered me flowers which will allegedly be delivered Friday. All in all, it sounds like he was planning to be late all along.

Sorry for the rant.

As promised, here is a picture of my bosom... hopefully someone out there will enjoy.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone! Not sure what it is? Go see Os!







Oh... and at 9:45 I got a call from his friend apologizing for keeping him out so late... I think I am in some surreal Junior High scenario

Defiance...

Silly me...

I made the mistake of mentioning to the Porn King that I was considering getting a tattoo. Naturally, he forbade it. In the same manner in which he would forbid one of the girls from doing something... Oh wait, that isn't exactly true... When the girls want something... he buys it for them. It is just me that is forbidden things.

It doesn't matter that I was thinking about it for a while... Just a NO.

Never mind.... It has been a plan of a girlfriend and I to get tattoos together... I think at the combined age of 81 we are deemed capable of making a rational decision. The trick for me has been the design...

Which I believe I have now solved. She knew what she wanted already so it has been me holding up the works...

Here it is: (it is a combination of symbols that represent the names of my daughters... I kind of dig it... presumably someone more artistic will draw it out for me...)

Oh lucky me

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Red, White and Blue HNT

My younger daughter brought me box of old photos that she found in our basement. They were pictures from when I was a girl...

In the pile, I found one that made me laugh out loud. No one that knew me when I took that picture in 1982, while on a band trip (Where I spent alot of time in the back row) would have guessed that I would grow from being the quintessential "good girl" and become secret sex goddess... Well, maybe this picture might have been a clue. But I thought it was perfect for Half-Nekkid Thursday. What do you think?

Yes, I took a picture up Lady Liberty's skirt.





Hopefully, Os will approve! Go check him out!

Typical

Why is it that the when I wake up after a truly hot dream I find that I am in a position that 90% of the men in the world would not want to touch me? Blech. Sucky suck suck

Sex and the Pre-teen Daughter

or,

How to feel like a vital woman while standing next to your gorgeous, nubile and very young daughter.

I have been trying to find a way to handle it without feeling old and colorless and drab. But, alas that is exactly how I am feeling. I suppose it doesn't hurt that at her stage of puberty she is required to reject every aspect of me. And take emotional pot shots. Apparently, I am funny (not in a ha ha kind of way... more like weird), stupid, embarassing and over all useless. Oh, and I forgot... a lazy, disappointing slob.

I thought life with the PK was sucking me dry emotionally. This is now draining my soul.

Is this my fate? To become a non-entity?