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Posted:Apr 20, 2015 4:52 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2015 7:12 pm
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My brain just isn't in "blogging space" right now.
I'm attempting to get ready for a forthcoming guest.
Nine days.
Shit 
It seemed like longer yesterday LOL.
Too much to do.
And a baby shower to attend this weekend.
Nervous. Excited. Happy. Stressed.
Well, I don't feel totally stressed. Just... Nervous + Excited = Stressed, right? Formulaically speaking? (yeah, yeah, I know... "formulaically?" "Mathematically" didn't work due to lack of numbers)
OK... actually, realizing only 9 days... yeah. Now I'm stressed hahaha.
*waving a passing hello at Blogland*
Made Up Words: So much fun 
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Friday Night... Yay, Home!
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Posted:Apr 17, 2015 10:16 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2015 6:08 am
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OK... I'm finally thinking maybe I *do* need a GPS.
A 50 minute drive turned into a scenic exploration of the Turnbull National Forest, a surprise visit to Cheney WA, and... did you know there's a tiny town in the middle of nowhere WA named Ewan? They even have a stop sign. I think there are a whole 5 houses (and a half fallen down one at the edge of town).
I felt like I was trapped in scenes from the Labyrinth. You know, where she marks her spot, walks away, turns and goes back exactly the same way and... nothing is the same any more.
On the other hand: 3 lefts make a right. And so do 3 losts.
Somehow, my third time of "I turned around and went back EXACTLY the way I just came from!! Where the hell am I NOW?!?!" ended up being exactly where I was supposed to be in the first place. But then I said screw it and came home.
Essential problem: I panicked, hopped off an exit too soon (I suspect) but ended up on the correctly named road. Just the wrong section of it and everything fell apart. Had the road been named something different I'd have realized the error immediately. And there was no cell reception out there either.
So my friday: I thought I was attending a Sacred Native American Medicine Rattle making class. The Universe wanted me to take a long, scenic drive through a National Forest.
Hope the Universe is kind enough to pack me a picnic next time and let me know to bring my camera.
Anybody else doing anything fun and exciting on a Friday night?
I found the pic online. Didn't have a good camera with me.
**UPDATE!**
One of the organizers spoke with the instructor who said come tonight. She will work with me one on one to get me through last night's information while working with everybody else on the finishing half.
And turns out google maps left out one critical piece of information (obviously!) - I took the right exit, just google forgot to say "Turn left, drive to the end of the road, turn right". Also, I was just told to watch for Babb Road. Which I actually drove past twice last night lol.
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Warning: Optimistic (Slightly Hopeless Romantic) Musings
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Posted:Apr 14, 2015 11:27 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2015 4:39 pm
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Last night I received one of the semi-polite but still kinda rude emails:
His first contact:
"This is a sex site go on match if you want a deep relationship lady"
(Why do I keep hearing "Lady" in the voice of one of the firedancer creatures on Labyrinth? "Hey, lady! You can't throw his head, you can only throw your own head!" - seriously the "voice" I hear every time I read it keeps me laughing about it)
My response:
I've had deep relationships from this site, and know people who've met, fallen in love and married. Just because your world is narrow doesn't mean there aren't vast possibilities for those who are open for them.
Best of luck to you.
Besides the wonderful blogging community - I have met MANY wonderful people on this site and made deep and lasting relationships. (Plus, I joined when this site was labeled "Adult Social Network and Sex Dating" -- we are all adults here, some more than others, socially networking). Many of the bloggers have made deep and lasting relationships. I know. I read.
Why do people limit themselves? Or, worse, insist that others must do so or leave?
I know!! I know... I'm guilty of limiting myself too, in so many ways.
Feelings of religious guilt holding me back, or "you're a lady, ladies don't" upbringing holding me back, fear of hurting those I love holding me back, fear of the unknown, or risk, or fear of being hurt... all of these get in the way and trip me up every now and then.
But ... I believe in Love. In Magic. In Dreams.
I believe in flowers growing in deserts and in the cracks on rocky cliffs.
In Possibilities.
You never know where in life you will meet a friend, a mentor, or a lover. Or just a passing stranger that somehow touches you, opens your mind, and helps you grow. Not that I opened anybody's mind lol. Just... really.
*Sending Love and Happy Wishes and Glowing Contentment your way* (even if it lasts just for a moment... I hope you feel it)
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Life is Funny
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Posted:Apr 14, 2015 6:16 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2015 4:39 pm
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In a painful, ironic, "hahaha... all I can do is laugh" kind of way.
My blue doumbek shipped... and was delivered... TODAY!!
To somebody in Stafford, TX.
Only 2100 miles away.
Anybody familiar with international shipping? Is there some sort of huge USPS warehouse down there that receives international orders then forwards them "stateside" ?
It's either that or I'm getting my money back soon. I already emailed the seller about it.
Happy almost Wednesday, everybody!
Hopefully this weekend will be nice and relaxing. We have "4 hours mandatory overtime" this week. Oddly enough the "mandatory OT" weeks are the ones I find it hardest to keep my butt at work (I normally average 4 - 10+ OT hours a week). I wonder if I could argue my way out of it for going above and beyond in prior weeks.
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On Circuses and Silver Linings
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Posted:Apr 12, 2015 10:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2015 10:09 pm
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And people wonder why I take so long to blog lol.
I've just spent a good 4 hours*, multiple revisions, and total deletions for this post.
On Silver Linings.
First: I was reminded tonight that it's probably a good idea to back up all of my original works from this site onto my computer. Of course: it's probably an even better idea not to post the original versions here.
So here's the ubiquitous reminder: Always Back Up Your Work. (and always tell those you love that you love them. And tell your best friend where you hide your toys and porn so in case you die it won't shock the rest of the family). Because you never know what will happen. "Always wear clean underwear" is another one of those sayings, but I've been commando all weekend, so that would be rather hypocritical to say 
Second: I had a great discussion with a friend about the fact there's no need to throw myself onto invisible swords. Albeit he appreciates my willingness to do so. Of course had I realized ahead of time I'd be cut I would have just stayed out of it. It was a case of "I'm here, I'll ask" which backfired spectacularly.
On Circuses:
"Not my Circus, not my Monkeys"
I've been a blogger since 2005. The only "drama" I participate in is my own. I admit some of my blog posts probably seem full of drama... venting about heart break, devastation, etc. Sometimes a person's heart and soul are cut so deep there's nothing one can do except bleed all over and cry for help and hope somebody listens and helps staunch the flow of blood before one bleeds to death because the wounds are too deep and too numerous. Other times getting the words and thoughts out help get everything to a manageable level. But I have never played games. I do not participate in, encourage, or create drama between others. Those of you who know me (and probably most who don't) know that is not the way I am.
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In case any of you saw an earlier version: I'm still working this post out so it "feels" right to me. Right words, right intention, etc.
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Essentially: I reached out to a blogger tonight because a friend was worried he'd said something to upset her, though he didn't know how. I checked what he'd commented and saw nothing wrong with it. While the blogger and I aren't "friends" I always felt we were "friendly". So I messaged her privately. And got all sorts of vitriol back. Apparently my email violated all sorts of TOS: talking about another member. Telling her my friend's user name. And another which was caused by a poor choice of wording on my part - taken as I meant it NOT a violation of anything but as she read it: supposed banning for life. She accused me of playing games, of starting drama, etc. And threatened to report me if I ever contacted her thusly again. Or of playing games or trying to involve her in my drama.
Actually it's starting to almost be amusing now. But... basically I'm sharing this so, worst case scenario and my profile and blog suddenly disappear, friends and readers know this is what caused it. Thus ends my participation in the drama.
Circus Pic... Because I feel this needs lightened up a bit.
*Part of those 4 hours were spent copying all my favorite portions of my blog and chatting.
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Sex Games
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Posted:Apr 9, 2015 6:15 pm
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2015 9:45 am
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Last night I was playing with some toys, having a lovely time, and i didn't quite have a good enough grasp on said toy and practically shot it across the room.
OK, I stopped it before it went very far  But it got me thinking (and giggling) about sex games.
Strip Tag (VERY fun)
Strip wrestling (100% consensual of course)
Ring Toss
Long-distance toy shoot
I'm sure there are others.
What "slightly unusual" sex games of the teasing/exciting mien (strip tag) vs goofy/absurd (toy shoot) have you played or heard about?
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HNW: Waiting for Paint to Dry
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Posted:Apr 7, 2015 9:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2015 10:44 am
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Jumping in a little early...
Tomorrow is HNW: Your favorite body part.
I do like my nails... when I'm not breaking them all over the place. I don't usually bother with nail polish, but today's a good day to paint my nails.
Except now I'm stuck waiting for paint to dry.
HNW: My nails. On my djembe.
With Sassy-cat photo bombing it LOL
And...
HELLO!!!
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Travel
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Posted:Apr 5, 2015 11:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2015 6:03 am
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Do you enjoy traveling?
If so: Is it all about the destination? Or the journey? Or are you just excited to be getting out of Dodge?
If not: Is it a fear of travel? Or just "There's no place like home"?
I'm sure there are plenty of other reasons for both.
It's funny. I LOVE home. Insomuch as when I get home from work or errands... I get excited, "Yay! Home!" (Yes, I really say that. Out loud). I'm also always (um... usually) happy to see my cat. I do miss her and feel bad leaving her behind when I'm gone. I know from previous vacations that she gets separation anxiety, hardly eats, and refuses to play if I'm gone. And she mauls me when I get home. (My late cat, Tasha, would flat ignore me for 24 hours to let me know her opinion if I'd been gone).
Um... this really isn't a post about cats.
The thing is I DO love traveling. Years ago when I was driving home from work late at night the urge to just keep driving would hit me. Don't go home. Just... drive. Until I run out of gas then figure out what to do next. I never did though.
Once I had a guest from New Jersey coming to visit and when I showed up at the airport the feeling of wanderlust hit me so hard... I almost went and bought the next ticket out of town going anywhere. But I had hostess duties so ... I decided to be a good friend and actually not leave him stranded at the airport lol.
I'm searching airfare prices for a friend right now... and the urge to get away is nearly overwhelming. Travel. Explore. Flying... I LOVE flying. (I also enjoy finding the lowest airfare prices I can. Hence the reason I am looking lol)
OK: barely able to walk and chaffed legs from wearing blue jeans from Spokane WA to Cairo Egypt wasn't much fun. But other than poor choice in travel clothing ... I love flying. (First ever flight excluded. My bf at the time STILL jokes, 20 years later, that his leg is numb from the thigh down from where I dug my nails in the first time the plane tipped to turn around. I didn't let go till we landed in Florida).
For me... what I love about travel is everything. Getting away, meeting new people, and new experiences of all sorts. The adventure. And, yes, the coming home.
I'm a bit envious that a friend of mine gets to fly on a plane and I don't. lol. Though with luck I will be flying at the end of August. Ireland, then London UK to visit a few friends. If I can manage it: Mexico to visit a high school pen pal too. I really need to brush up on my Spanish though.
Spring is here... time to begin planning my spring & summer road trips. Hopefully I will get in many road trips and camping trips and getting out there in the world.
Happy Easter, everyone!
(and for those Easter resistant: Blessed Ostara or Happy Sunday or Happy "Yay! The sun is shining!" Day (that's what I'm celebrating lol)
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Are you a real person?
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Posted:Apr 3, 2015 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2015 5:57 pm
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Apparently this site abounds with fake people. Or something.
When I see a man (it's usually a man) complaining about "Are there any REAL people on this site?!" part of me feels like replying ... to give them hope? to justify my existence? To be nice? I don't know. Sometimes I feel like throwing a fit at them too lol.
Everybody I know on here is a real person!
Except Bob. Bob's not real. Everybody else: You're good. No offense, Bob.
An interesting thing.... one of my neighbors a couple years ago told me that I am a "real person". She was twice my age and considered herself not a real person. Almost but not quite. And she considered my next door neighbor not a real person. But me: I've got it down.
Her qualification for being a "real person" is that you ... hmm. I really didn't quite understand it. Something to do with not being afraid of the world, getting out and doing things, not needing a 2nd person to make you a whole person. Hobbies. Interests. Perpetually learning.
Sometimes I wonder, regarding this site, if those complaining "is anybody real?" ever bothers messaging average people. Or if they only look for the 12's (out of a scale of 1 - 10) and ignore the rest. There are a number of guys I've messaged over the years that never replied back. Oddly enough it's never occurred to me to throw the "he must be a fake" card.
Yes, there are fakes on here. Fake profiles. People pretending to be what they're not. But most, I think, are real.
Here's an interesting question....
Do you feel like a real ADULT? Or do you feel like everybody around you is an adult and you're just somehow pretending and everybody seems to buy it?
I kinda feel like a faux adult. Though I was visiting with a 57 year old friend the other day and she said her came up and complained about that he doesn't "FEEL like an adult. When will I feel like an adult?" and she pointed out she usually doesn't either. I'm curious if it's a Universal phenomenon.
I also think part of it has to do with the lack of "milestones" such as the Quinceañera or the Bar and Bat Mitzvah's. Those solid dividing lines "Then you were a . Now you are Man/Woman".
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I'm in Love!
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Posted:Mar 31, 2015 12:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2015 10:44 am
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So, IKan__2u asked me in my post about my new drums if I had played my wolf drum and what I felt when I played it. Exact quote:
"When Y U hold this Drum ... what do YU feel from within it ?
The maker of this Drum has instilled their Spirit*z ][ntention, it show*z in the art."
First: This is the communication I received in response to questions prior to purchasing the drum:
Thank you for your question on this drum – I am the artist and maker of this drum. As to your questions this is a working drum to be extraordinary in sound and beauty. It has a strong medium to high tone and pitch that has a ring tone to it when played at its rims with even fingertips or small striker. As the maker and artist I know all things I make do not belong to me, but are intended to find a lifetime with the right owner and stand up for a lifetime – to be handed down and on to the next person that will find the meaning and love in the beauty it holds – this drum is the very body of that idea. It was made in the memory of someone I once knew – she had the spirit of the wolf and I feel I have filled this drum with that animal spirit and a magic that the intended owner will find and use in sharing the sound, the beauty and magic with all those around them, friends, loved one, and those we have yet to meet. If this drum calls to you, then it is waiting for you to be the one it will pick, for while you think you found it, the truth is it has been looking for you……and is ready to return the love you will have for such a priceless item.
I played it a few times since it arrived... tapping now and then, played it a bit in front of a neighbor (she thinks it has the best sound). Random playing. Yeah... it made noise.
But tonight... TONIGHT....
I started out playing the djembe... rhythms, sounds.... I'm getting better And more bold. Then something just said "I should play the wolf drum a bit too"
Well, IKan__2u.... I have the answer for you!!
What do I feel? What does it say to me?
It is a good meditative drum. Sink into your thoughts and let it play. I discovered while thinking of one friend that he has his own "rhythm" that seems distinctly his. Then I let my mind wander and started thinking of me... a new rhythm emerged. Apparently I have my own rhythm as well. (Not sure I played it enough to remember lol. I've already forgotten but maybe it will come back to me)
As my thoughts wandered new sounds emerged. Raindrops. Thunder. And then I heard it... the drum itself... singing....
Oh, how I wish it was Friday! And I could stay up all night playing. See if other friends have their own rhythm. If finding their rhythm requires knowing in person or if far away friends are welcomed in too. See if I can get *my* rhythm narrowed down lol.
I also discovered it heightens my libido. Well... that could very well just be a drum thing. I move to drums, the bodhran can set hearts ablaze, doumbeks make the body shimmy and shake, drums are the heart-beat. Libido, heart-beats, life-blood all flow together... none could exist without the other.
Yes... one can weave magic with a drum. At least within ones own self. Perhaps outside ones own self if the other parties are receptive.
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Also, a friend pointed out tonight that it's the same as Harry Potter's Wand... "It chooses you, you do not choose it". Thinking about all the doumbek purchasing issues leading up to this point... Apparently not only did this drum choose me... but it's also quite adamant and tricky about it. haha.
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Sunday Funny
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Posted:Mar 29, 2015 5:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2015 6:57 pm
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I was going to write a fantasy tonight but there's just too much "real life" stuff to do. And I stayed in bed WAY too long this morning. So... here's something to read.
Enjoy
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