Happy Thursday!
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Posted:Sep 25, 2014 7:06 am
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2014 8:20 pm
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Today I'm skipping work.
With permission... I've never had this many vacation days at a job, ever, even after working for 6+ years. Which is probably more a sad statement to my former jobs than a glowing commendation for my current one but... still. Gotta love it.
I have a very full and busy day planned, hope to have a "Get 'er Done" type day. The errands, the chores, plus a few meetings, supposedly get my grey car fixed (I will call and confirm on that in a few hours).
On the other hand... I could just go back to bed and play a while.
So tempting. So much MORE tempting had I somebody to share the time with. (I know, I know! I have offers... but none that fit my criteria).
Time to get started with my day, whichever route I choose to take.
Hope everybody has an amazing Thursday 
*** UPDATE ***
Sharing for the humor value... I decided to play first, everything else later. Crawled back into bed... and was promptly trampled on by my cat, Sassy, as she brought her toys into bed to play as well. Turns out "morning play time" was a wild game of fetch.
hahaha
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Profile Hijinx
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Posted:Sep 23, 2014 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2014 9:19 pm
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Somehow this site is changing profile answers to the "DRUGS" option from "I don't use DRUGs" to "I sometimes use recreational DRUGs"
I guess I do drink caffeine. And that's classified as a DRUG, but... otherwise, I'm totally DRUG free, always have been, always will be.
Maybe peek at your profile and make sure the answers haven't changed on you. Though it seems the "fix" is that if you change the answer the question entirely disappears.
Hmm... that sounds like some sort of deep ancient wisdom. "Change the answer and the question disappears".
Thanks, chatgal_awes2 for sharing your experience!
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Monday Thoughts
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Posted:Sep 22, 2014 9:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2014 9:33 pm
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Somebody blogged about "What does bi-sexual mean to you?" Sorry, I'm not sure who blogged it, I only saw the title in passing, didn't stop. But I started giggling:
Buy-Sexual. hahaha.
I'm sure there are plenty of those out there.
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The song "American Pie" has been stuck in my head the past few days, and I've been singing it everywhere I drive (I don't have a radio in my grey car so I have to provide my own entertainment. For all those who hear me: I'm sorry. Sometimes I'm not so great, but I make myself laugh at least). Tonight I stopped at the grocery store and it started playing. I walked down the aisle singing softly out loud to myself, and walked right past a couple singing along softly out loud as well (she was singing, I think he was just moving his lips). Wouldn't it be great if the entire store were singing? lol.
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Fantasies.
I mentioned to somebody about a fantasy I had, and his essential response was if I fantasize about it I obviously want it to be a reality, so why not give him my address and he'll be over in an hour. (The fantasy is a sexy near-stranger (or total stranger) showing up at my door, and having wild, crazy sex).
Now, in an ideal world, with no sexual diseases, the only possible pregnancy is a planned pregnancy, everybody is exactly who they say they are, no lies, no hidden agendas, no psycho ex gf's stalking him and later attacking me (OK: that only just passed my mind now. Not really worried about that), and emotional, mental and spiritual needs not an issue: then sure. It would be great. Exciting. Fun.
But with the world as it is? No. It doesn't matter how hot the guy is, or how willing to fulfill my fantasy: it's not happening.
Just because I create a fantasy in my mind does not mean I want it to happen. Rather: it doesn't mean I want it to happen with some random stranger.
Honestly I do have a few variations of "stranger sex" fantasies in my mind. More if you count the "my lover and I pretend we're strangers" fantasies, which is the only way I can imagine it really happening.
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New song in my head: Donna Fargo "I'm the Happiest Girl in the Whole USA"
My music repertoire needs help hahaha. But at least these are songs rather than just singing melodies or rhythmic sounds that entertain me (or keep me awake or relax me, depending on need).
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To Travel or Not to Travel
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Posted:Sep 21, 2014 10:05 pm
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2014 8:29 pm
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Conundrum.
I met somebody via the blogs and we connected very strongly. Such that we really wanted to meet one another (yeah... I feel that way about quite a few of my bloggy friends). Plans were made for me to travel in November. Because I have a vacation and have full intentions of using it (and can't afford my original plan: Ireland and London). Also I truly wanted to meet said friend. It was fairly planned out... place to stay, time to visit, he had nothing else on his calendar. But then his life changed drastically.
He surely still wishes to meet me, but it's clear he will not have the time he thought (and maybe still thinks) he would have.
Part of me says not to go. I've not bought the tickets yet, after all.
The other part says: go anyways. Have an Adventure. See new places, do new things. Meet new people. I love travel but get little chance lately.
Of course I now have the added issue of finding a place to stay, and dealing with public transportation or having to rent a car. (Assuming worst case scenario: I show up and said friend isn't available at all). Between couchsurfing and various organizations I belong to or am affiliated with, other friends (and possibly family) and youth hostels... inexpensive to free lodging is surely possible. But it's a whole lot more planning and working out the fine details than anticipated.
What would YOU do?
Go anyways?
Find something else to do?
November also happens to be when one of my favorite local hotels traditionally has rooms for sale (first night 75, 2nd night 25) lake-view jacuzzi suites (depending on the room). I could take 4 nights there. Of course a jacuzzi suite is infinitely more fun with somebody to share it with. I could also just use the money towards a reliable, long-lasting vehicle. Alternate uses of the funds are endless.
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The First, the Last, the In-Between
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Posted:Sep 20, 2014 6:24 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2014 10:09 pm
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I wish there was somebody that just loves hearing my voice first thing in the morning, and last thing at night, and wants to hear my thoughts and opinions on various topics and can't wait to ask me. I had (and technically still have) a guy like that once... but I ignore him now. It used to be a mutual thing but "Love" as in male/female relationship failed and I've had no idea how to handle it since. I don't want to encourage his romantic hopes or seem to lead him on, so I limit his exposure. He would have married me and stayed forever (supposedly) but he was also domineering and pushy. One of the things I miss about him: he knew me so well he knew just which buttons to push to make me fly off the wall. Of course his button pushing is what made all my friends hate him. Me flying off the wall made him laugh though... we'd have vigorous debates. Sometimes I'd be furious with him, then sheepish when I realized he pushed on purpose just to see me riled up. Sometimes the mental stimulation was intoxicating though... feeling passionate about my side, whether it's my own opinion or me playing devils advocate, and digging through books and the internet hunting for valid supporting materials.
One of my local friends that died a few years ago was a bit like that too. No romantic feelings on my side (he apparently struggled off and on for years with deeper feelings but could handle them. His quote: "If you're in love with somebody who isn't in love with you: you have two choices. Handle it or walk away. When I can no longer handle it: I will walk away. Until then I'm fine"). We could talk for hours... various subjects. I'd throw a passing idea at him and we'd bounce it back and forth. We never really debated or argued things, just a sharing and growing of knowledge. Thanks to him... if I ever make it back to University and get my Masters and PhD in either Accounting or Anthropology or Archaeology.. or any combination thereof... I have a basic idea for my thesis. Or at least a major research project. If not: then an idea for a novel (actually I already began work on that, but my writing skills aren't quite what they need to be). And/or an EPIC Vacation.
How does a person FIND friends like that? I only find them by accident. The "Click". I have friends that inspire me artistically, and creatively (different angles of the same theme), and a couple that inspire in general. But I miss that mental connection. So far as I know the inspiration has always been mutual. At least in regards to creative and artistic friends. My Egyptian button-pushing friend: he had the mentality of "you're a woman. What could you ever teach me?" which was one reason I thought I'd kill him if ever we actually did marry. The other friend... I think it was more just fun on his side, I was the one growing ideas.
I guess my Title doesn't really match my Post. "The first, the last, the in-between" is more about that special person that you just crave hearing from. Words of any sort. Even, now and then, shared silence. Just feeling that person THERE for you. WITH you. I got side tracked because the first such person I felt that and recognized it so strongly with also pushed me mentally.
OK... back to my weekend. Picking medicinal flowers from a friends garden, then the bookstore to hopefully catch up with an artist friend, then meet up with another friend for a casino run. I have an odd urge for noise and lights and people.
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Still Alive
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Posted:Sep 19, 2014 9:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2014 8:46 pm
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It's come to my attention that disappearing right after writing a blog post complaining about criminal activity and somebody mugging my apartment manager in the parking lot (or attempting to) probably wasn't the wisest of things. It makes people worry.
I'm still alive, just in a bit of a funk. And busy (or trying to be). Trying to figure out what to do with my time, my money, etc. Rather: how to miraculously stretch one into one hundred or so (I bet we all wish that were possible!)
I'm also still stressing the "what will my next vehicle be?" thing. My recent experience on a car lot was rather stressful. Apparently they don't want to see you unless you have millions and willing to throw money down right then and there. I HATE feeling pressured, and pushing a Taurus around doesn't really get the desired results. I need to test drive vehicles. Lots of vehicles. To figure out what is comfortable and feels right for ME. That said I DO love my brother's new Ford F-250. Or whatever he got... all I know is it's Ford, it's white, extended cab, and VERY comfy. Way to big for me though.
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Public Marriage Proposals
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Posted:Sep 14, 2014 8:00 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2014 8:40 pm
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spunkycumfun just blogged a week or so ago about Public Marriage Proposals... have you seen? Would you do it? And at the time I'd never seen one.
Now I have!
Background: I'm a member (kinda) of a Medieval Re-enactment Group. A bit like Renaissance Fairs but different - but that's the easiest way to describe it.
Last night we were all gathered around while presentations and awards and recognition were being given.
A man was called up before everybody (about 70 people) because he wanted to give a favor to his lady to wear on the battle field (traditionally a cloth band or something that can be worn on a belt. "Fighting" is mostly men, a few women, dressed up in heavy armor and they beat each other with lightly padded rattan sticks in simulation of battle. A person can still get severely injured).
So when he got up there he handed her a simple flower. The "man in charge" then spoke up "While that is a beautiful and romantic gesture... a flower will not live more than a few days, nor would it hold up to the rigors of fighting" and he went on to give a speech about the roughness of fighting, and of honor and I don't remember what else. It was a beautiful and inspiring speech. I only wish I remembered any of it!
He stated that to show his generosity and to show his appreciation of somebody stepping up like that, despite being not so prepared, "let me give you something of mine that will hold up in the battle field, that you may present to your lady" and handed him a leather shoulder bag. Which the man then reached into, pulled out a box, opened it and asked "Will you marry me?"
There was a collective gasp and instant tears from, I believe, every single woman out there.
She said yes.
The "Man in charge" then initiated a public cheer for "The Bravest Man Alive"
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Criminal-minded people SUCK.
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Posted:Sep 11, 2014 11:17 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2014 9:09 am
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It's been a crazy week.
My water pump on Greybrd went out Monday. I *knew* it was having issues, or rather *felt* it was, but was waiting for my dad to work on fixing the other items and get it taken care of at that time. Sadly he keeps having to reschedule. The really crazy thing is it broke less than 2 hours after I had my oil change done. Half the reason I went where I did is they do an inspection at the same time. Or used to, but it seems they don't anymore regardless of what their coupons say.
Tuesday my apartment manager gave me a ride to work at 6am, and when she got home at 6:30am - a man attacked her. Her had just started teaching her self defense so she was able to break free, smash his knee with a flashlight she luckily had on hand, and called 911 and told them she had a gun on him so they'd get there faster. He was arrested.
The same guy tried stealing my bike last week but was seen and chased off.
Apparently there's a Spokane Valley car theft ring (among other things they steal) and we've had 2 men arrested the past 3 weeks on our property, a few seen prowling the complex, and there is apparently a thing now of knocking on doors in the middle of the night and if the door is opened they push their way in.
Somebody knocked on a neighbors back door just after midnight last week... then tried jiggling and yanking on the door. She screamed, grabbed her new baby and ran out the front door to the (armed) next door neighbors apartment.
Last night I woke up to a knock on my front door. No: I didn't open it... I truly didn't know if I dreamt it or it really happened. My apartment manager checked the apartment surveillance video this morning and there really was somebody at my door around 1:20am. The video has been submitted to the police.
Years and years of quiet and peaceful, and suddenly it goes crazy. We now have motion lights, surveillance cameras, the single women (about half our complex, or at least 1/3) strongly urged to not go outside after dark unless we call one of the guys on the complex to walk us out or otherwise make sure we're safe.
It feels a bit like we're going back to the Wild West and Individual/Vigilante Justice. Shoot first, ask questions later.
And no, it wasn't my former FWB that knocked last night. I texted and verified. And my apt mgr thinks it was a female this time. Or a long-haired male. All conveniently crunched down in a hoodie.
So glad it's almost weekend... I desperately need a good night's sleep.
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Saturday Window Shopping
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Posted:Sep 7, 2014 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2014 10:31 pm
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Thanks to a new friend that browsed Lovers with me Saturday afternoon sharing his toy experience and knowledge and otherwise just using up free time... I now have a new item on my Wish List (Actually a couple items on my wish list).
If nothing else it's pretty. And dual purpose.
The Zeus Twilight Wand.
It was one of the highlights of the afternoon, and the saleswoman and myself playing with it was probably quite amusing.
"It just came in, I've never used it... I'm scared!"
"Me too..."
"OK... here goes... "
I'm feeling nothing... nothing... nothing... "Aaaah!"
I think we both jumped.
"Do it again"
Playing with different frequencies and different tools while zapping my hand. Different tools have different effect and different intensity.
Researching online: It's also used for clearing up problem skin, and the hair comb attachment helps stimulate hair growth to your scalp, and of course there's the whole sexual aspect.
She was too scared to try it on herself. If nothing else it's fun, and would be intriguing after dark with the lights out.
Has anybody tried this? Now that I think about it more it's probably going way down on the "wish list"... though "stimulating hair growth" interests me. The various non-sexual uses interest me as much, if not more, than the sexual.
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A Daylight Relationship
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Posted:Sep 6, 2014 3:32 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2014 10:41 pm
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Give me a daylight relationship.
One able to stand up to daylight, public places, and open curtains.
No secrets. No hiding.
Discreet, sure. Furtive: no.
Even if we only actually have time to meet in the evenings, and after dark, there is a difference.
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Blast from the (near) past
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Posted:Sep 5, 2014 3:27 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2014 8:02 pm
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Wow.
So the mechanic I was briefly seeing earlier this year -- we kinda fell into an unintended FWB situation -- until he tripped and fell head over heels for somebody and ended our relationship by text just showed up at my door.
For those who weren't reading my blog back then: he did come sit down face to face and talk it out a week later and explained himself. Did the "man up" thing.
Since then: apparently he made a bad choice, was drawn into a fight (which he then insisted on winning and got carried away) and ended up with felony assault charges and thrown in jail. He got out today.
2am he showed up at my door to apologize, explain what happened, and to tell me that I'm an amazing woman and he really appreciated having me in his life and I'm one of, if not the, best friend he's ever had. I think the word "solid" was thrown in there too, I just can't remember how. I was fast asleep when he knocked.
I told him to leave me a Testimonial LOL... though I have enough "she's so sweet and wonderful" testimonials on my profile already, and men seem to go for the "psycho, crazies". So testimonials do me no good hahahaha. He agreed with the "men go for psycho, crazy" part, and said he'd leave a testimonial. I doubt that will happen. It was good for a laugh though. (And yes, I know... a lot of men go for sweet and wonderful, and some have had their fill of psycho crazy).
When he gets his phone back we're going to make time to go talk, catch up on news, what happened, his goals now and what he's doing to achieve them, etc. Try the "friends" thing and leave "benefits" out.
Good? Bad? Not really sure... I guess good, overall: I hugged him. And he STILL has the same effect on me. He hugs me, slides a hand down my back, and my lady parts get all warm and tingly (inside and out).
I know... I shouldn't post about people on here. It's gauche. But no names are named at least.
PS: I think I will put a reminder note on my door: "Note to self. If somebody knocks after lights go out it better be an emergency. If not: go psycho bitch on them" though suddenly I have Monty Python-esque images of failed attempts at psycho bitch running through my head.
Goodnight world as I get another 1.5 hours sleep before work.
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Football!
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Posted:Sep 4, 2014 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2014 7:47 pm
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Happy Football Season, to all you fans out there.
I've been anti-football my entire life, but then...
Somehow, they got me.
I'm a Seahawks fan. Not a crazy fan, still don't know much about football, still won't (generally) kick back and watch a game. But... Seahawks are it.
Years ago I was invited to a Superbowl party at a friends house. The Seahawks were playing. I'd had a crush on the guy since I was 14 (he was Puerto Rican, dark hair, dark eyes, very funny, and... HE OWNED A BOOKSTORE... (and hated my little brother)... what's not to love?). His bookstore was open 362 days a year. It closed only for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Superbowl Sunday. Essentially, he was a life-long flirt and friend.
Sadly I didn't make it to the party. My car went out of commission for the first time a couple days before and my uncle worked on it that Sunday until the game was about to start then he went home. A few months later my friend died. It was his second heart attack.
I know he died happy - he was laughing about it after his first heart attack months before. "I've lived a great life, look at all the things I've done, places I've gone... if I die tomorrow it's all good!" then he laughed and dragged me off to show me the mirror above his bed. Nothing naughty  it was a tour of his house.
The following Superbowl I watched the game in his memory.
Ever since that party I missed... I pay attention when I hear the Seahawks mentioned. Then last year I actually started watching when they played - because I kept hearing about them. Then... they won the Superbowl.
That's how I became a Seahawks fan.
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Such a great quote!
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Posted:Sep 3, 2014 7:34 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2014 7:44 pm
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“I no longer have patience for certain things,
not because I’ve become arrogant,
but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me.
I have no patience for cynicism,
excessive criticism and demands of any nature.
I lost the will to please those who do not like me,
to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.
I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate.
I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise.
I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance.
I do not adjust either to popular gossiping.
I hate conflict and comparisons.
I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities.
In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal.
I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement.
Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals.
And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”
--José Micard Teixeira.
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