HNT-34

I am sooo sorry. I know you all must be getting really irritated with me and these pictures... I fully intended to use another picture today... but after I saw this.. only one thought entered my head...

MY HOUSE IS TOPLESS!

Please note the section of yellow wall... now you have all been in my bedroom... What a slut I am!





How fast are my builders moving? This was my house this morning:


I promise to be actually topless next week... Unless something even freakier happens at my house next week...

Oh and you might be asking, why is she at that house all the freaking time? Answer? I had to go over this morning because my idiot neighbor (in the white house) called the police on my builders again... Reason this time? A shingle landed on his Daddy's sidewalk. Would you believe those bastards would not jump off the roof and clean it up immediately? Some people!

How to tame a putz

Well.. let's see we are about three weeks into the construction project at my house... you know... the half-nekkid one... and already my next door neighbor's son has called the cops twice and daily harrasses the workers at the job site.

Today's incident was while the guys were taking down the roof...and the putz started screaming at them to them again. Charming. Let's distract the guy 25 ft in the air because his position is the most stable...

PK is trying to figure out how we are supposed to handle him. But the problem is that this schmuck hates us because even though we have a completely screwed up marriage and family situation at the moment, we still ultimately have a life. We have a house. We have kids. PK has a career. The putz probably even thinks that I have a cushy situation being alone 90% of the time but responsible for the care and keeping of everyone and everything within the household 100% of the time. Maybe he even thinks we have regular sex...

Naturally the putz has none of these things. He is 35 years old. Lives with his dad. Works with his dad. Has no visible girlfriend. Spends all of his free time either not wearing his shirt in the backyard drinking beer and playing The Grateful Dead over and over.. (think I am joking... ask my kids to sing 'Trucking" for you...) or....

He sits on his front porch, with or without his shirt, drinking beer and smoking, letting his dog crap in my front yard and run loose (tormenting my pooch) and glaring at us as we come and go in the course of our living our lives...

Now the one thing that everyone agrees on that we have discussed this problem with, is that this goon should go and get laid. I agree. However as I have pointed out for those that who have not seen the lad that is hard for a grungy, bushy, uneducated twit who lives in flannel and appears not to shave, shower or wash his clothes frequently to find a woman who will do him.

God knows that that I am not going to volunteer.

I am hoping that the general contractor just tells the tradesmen coming onto the jobsite to ignoring the rantings of the loser next door.

I got this quiz from my friend Jon...

I have to admit, I was a bit surprised that my car was so exotic and sexy... I guess that I assumed I would be a Chevette... not that they make those anymore, but I think you understand what I mean... good basic transportation.. that gets you where you are going.

I'm a Ferrari 360 Modena!

You've got it all. Power, passion, precision, and style. You're sensuous, exotic, and temperamental. Sure, you're expensive and high-maintenance, but you're worth it.

"Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

One of those days

Have you ever had an overwhelming desire to be filled with a hard, thick cock that pounds at you until you scream, squirt and then pass out covered and filled with sticky hot semen?

Yeah... me too..

HNT-33

I call this one: Half-Naked House.

Now I know what you are thinking...

What is wrong with this woman? Can't she manage to take a picture these days?

(my front door as viewed from my ceilingless basement... I like the irony of the curtain remaining)













Now in all fairness, I would like to point out that these photos were snapped today. And I did like the other-worldly quality of the light. Oh, and watching your home of 15 years being shredded from top to bottom leaves one (i.e., me) feeling vulnerable.

(the view of my daughter's bedroom... I liked how the floor beams from one floor to another are perpendicular)








So I think that this qualifies for HNT status. But you tell me!

(This is the best... I left a picture on the wall and the ceiling fan... IN MY BEDROOM ON THE SECOND FLOOR!)

A Pirate's Life for Me!

In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day, I present Anne Bonny, pirate, lesbian, slut.

A girl after my own heart for refusing to live life according to the ideals of others.

The daughter of an otherwise married Irish attorney and a housemaid that escaped to South Carolina to own a plantation and raise their child, Bonny, nee Cormac, married a pirate at 16 and moved to Nassau, The Bahamas. Soon leaving her husband, she soon ran off with Calico Jack Rackman and joined his crew. On board his ship, The Revenge, Bonny soon uncovered another female on board, Mary Read. The two soon became lovers.

Sadly, men being men, and pirates being pirates the fun had to end. After coming under attack by the Governor of Bermuda's men, with the men aboard The Revenge drunk, Bonny and Read defended the ship and held off the enemy... for a while anyway.

When brought to trial, both Bonny and Read were spared the ultimately penalty due to them being pregnant. Mary Read died either during childbirth or shortly thereafter.

Anne Bonny was pardonned for her crimes and quickly disappeared, never to be heard of again. There is a legend that she escaped with the assistance of a doctor and moved west with a group of pioneers to continue a life of adventure, albeit, anonymous.

So, here is to Anne, a tits-out (at least according to this picture) kind of gal!

May we all be so bold in our life choices!

Well someone out there seems to like me...

I spent a weekend dealing with sneering preteens who expected to be carted hither and yon, handed cash and the butt of their jokes. Oh, and did I mention that they are exploring new, exciting and inappropriate insults.

So I was really happy to see that my blog received a favorable rating from Jane's Guide.com. I have admired their reviews for years and was excited and proud to read that I wasn't the hack that I sometimes think I am in my head. I will wear my icon with pride!

Oh... and will someone please explain to my daughter that a whore charges for their sexual services... By definition, I am just a slut.

HNT-32

Nude gardening, eh?

Generally speaking this would get me to run outside naked to my 9 square feet of back yard and go to town...

But sadly, I am not at my house. And if I was, I would be standing in a giant pile of dirt and mud due to the construction. The rental here has a large yard, but it is surrounded by a chain link fence. Not good for privacy...

So I am turning to indoor gardening... where I am raising a fine crop of boobies! I have quite the green thumb!

A new low

I am the one in the middle... at least I will win the race to skin cancer.

Yes...

My daughter was given a pamphlet today from her pediatrician.. who has taken care of her since she was an infink... (sorry to Popeye). The pamphlet was on monthly breast self exam.

She is so stacked that even he elderly pediatrician realizes that she is hot.

This is just adding to dilemna of how to deal with her hotness while still feeling like a vital woman.

Is this just a transitory feeling? Or do I have to adjust my world to except that I am on a lesser plain of womanhood. I would like to think that I used to be hot, but I doubt it.. I think had a certain level of cuteness though...

Before and After

Before

We groped in the dark.
Anxious and excited.
Before an audience that despised the show.
Wanting more.
Remembering.
Desiring.

After

The sun glinting over us.
Anxious and excited.
Alone and for ourselves.
Wanting much more
Exploring.
Desiring.

HNT-31

I have no idea what this picture is... I think my hair... but i was also taken by my 1o year old.. quite impressive for her age, I believe...

My Commute - A HNT Special Report

Oh Okay, it is part of my day, as I am a twit who couldn't remember to work on the camera stuff in the mornings... just as well, as it was blindingly bright this morning. Here is where I clued in this morning... I always enjoy the anti-Bush diatribe on the exit ramp... and the Bushie's answer to it...
















Looking at the mess the pooch made when I was running this morning (bad doggie!)















Off to school (tough luck doggie!):
















Lunch lady duty at school:

















Checking on the progress at the homesite (Don't you love the Porta-potty in my backyard?):






























Heading back home:











































Staying away from the flies and bees:

That seems normal, right?

To have wild sex in the living room with the Jerry Lewis Telethon on in the background? Ok, I admit it.. it is a little weird.