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Posted:Jun 28, 2013 8:31 pm
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2019 5:26 am
For my eyes only
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"...which of course, in German, means whale's vagina."
Posted:Dec 5, 2019 6:31 am
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2019 5:47 pm
You guessed it (or maybe you didn't 1) I've been in San Diego.

And yes, I got to spend a few hours having brunch on the beach with a fellow blogger! Look, there we are on the patio in the background!

This year the San Diego Automobile Museum had a Lowriders exhibit.

The level of detail ALL over the vehicles was amazing!

Not just cars, motorcycles and tricycles too!

Also in San Diego, the aircraft carrier USS Midway.

They kept my seat warm for me, so thoughtful of them.

A chilly trip but a great time!

1 from the movie "Anchorman"
Well THAT could have been awkward...
Posted:Nov 7, 2019 7:06 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2019 12:25 pm
From TheVerge dotcom today...

"Something strange is happening with text messages in the US right now. Overnight, a multitude of people received text messages that appear to have originally been sent on or around Valentine’s Day 2019. These people never received the text messages in the first place; the people who sent the messages had no idea that they had never been received, and they did nothing to attempt to resend them overnight.

Delayed messages were sent from and received by both iPhones and Android phones, and the messages seem to have been sent and received across all major carriers in the US. Many of the complaints involve T-Mobile or Sprint, although AT&T and Verizon have been mentioned as well. People using regional US carriers, carriers in Canada, and even Google Voice also seem to have experienced delays.

At fault seems to be a system that multiple cell carriers use for messaging. A Sprint spokesperson said a “maintenance update” last night caused the error. “The issue was resolved not long after it occurred,” the spokesperson said. “We apologize for any confusion this may have caused.”

T-Mobile blamed the issue on a “third party vendor.” It didn’t clarify what company that was or what service they provided. “We’re aware of this and it is resolved,” a T-Mobile spokesperson said.

The statements speak to why the messages were sent last night, but it’s still unknown why the messages were all from Valentine’s Day and weren’t sent in the first place. The Verge has asked Sprint and T-Mobile to provide more information about what happened."

I did not get any strange valentines-ish texts today. Did you?

In other news, the fall colors in western NC were stellar this season! Pictures of the Pisgah National Forest.

The Blue Ridge Parkway

Your thumbnail
Posted:Oct 13, 2019 5:00 am
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2019 12:07 pm

No, not that one.

From Wikipedia: "Thumbnails are reduced-size versions of pictures or videos, used to in recognizing and organizing them, serving the same role for images as a normal index does for words."

In other words, the little version of your profile picture.

Recently I was asked "What is that next to you in your pic? It looks like a chicken?" and I cracked up because I find myself wondering that same type of question about some of the thumbnail pictures I see here... "WTF is that???"

Ass crack or cleavage? Elbow or ballsack? Is that a torso or a banana? On my homepage there's a fella with a picture from hips to knees and he's wearing hairy thigh-highs. Oh wait... that's THE SHADOW of both his hands holding his cellphone above him so that it looks like the top bands of a pair of thigh-highs in the slightly overexposed picture of his glowing white thighs and dark pubefro.

Sometimes I go check out the cams and feel like a security guard working the overnight shift... so many empty chairs, offices, and living rooms. Every now and then a garage. *sigh

Hey so if anyone knows how to get a gif off of kik , share it please. I've been sent some funny ones that I can't find elsewhere.

What do you find funny about this place, in a humorous way?

Do you see the chicken?
Your favorite app....
Posted:Oct 7, 2019 4:21 am
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2019 4:17 am
While I'm by no means an early tech adopter, or a trend follower, I do like taking and editing photos with my phone camera. Many times I get a shot that I really like, but there's a flaw in it that I couldn't avoid.

Enter the "Photo Director" application. These are just quick before-and-after examples, I'm sure with more practice and patience, they could be even better. If only my spam-blocker apps would work as well!!!

What's your favorite app?

From La Jolla, California

From the Philadelphia Art Museum

From the Biltmore House, Asheville NC

From the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist, Savannah

Sunrise in Savannah

Random Travels, Few Words
Posted:Oct 2, 2019 6:02 am
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2019 12:09 pm
I spent most of last month in the southeast part of the US. As hoped, I was able to spend time with three different bloggers!

A view from the porch of the family homestead.

Some local beauty

Some local beauty of a different sort, a bus graveyard!

A view looking out of The Biltmore House

And a view from within

Wormsloe Plantation drive

Harris Neck NWR

credit for the second pic one goes to blogger Canyaz

The Center for Disease Control Museum art installation

View from my airbnb (a sailboat!!)

There once was a blogger from Michigan... (with bonus bridge porn)
Posted:Jul 14, 2019 6:49 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2019 4:44 am
... uh, you've gotta take it from here.

I'm more of a picture gal.

The very best, hands down, no question about it, part of this site is meeting other bloggers. It's no secret I travel a LOT right now so I always try to work in a little "hey, I'm going to be in your town for two nights in a few months, wanna meet?" when I travel to another blogger's area. This month it was SuperBJ and the west coast of Michigan for the Independence Day weekend. I had the BEST time watching fireworks and going to the beach of Lake Michigan. I didn't know it was going to be like going the Gulf of Mexico so I did not wear my swimming costume. I was thinking Great Lake = cold and rocky shoreline. The fireworks made the evening a 1OO% success!

The next Great Lake on the agenda was Lake Superior, which had a completely different look depending on where you were on it. Marquette had these MASSIVE iron ore ships and long jetties to try to keep the waves down at the docks.

There were quite a few Fresnel lenses on display at the local Coast Guard/Maritime Museum. I do love to see them up close.

Also on Superior were the Painted Rocks.... layered formations where the minerals from each layer have leached out and stained the cliff . They were huge, which makes it hard to get the scale of them in the pictures. The trees on top are all full sized trees. Simply gorgeous and my pictures are puny and unworthy.

There was once a rock arch here. It collapsed, but the roots of the tree left on the island are still connected and keeping it alive.

A good reason you should check your waterways map before launching your kayak on a river...

On a different side of Superior, Presque Island, the water was almost Caribbean blue... You could see all the way down to the rocks on the bottom of the lake, at least 30 feet deep.

Just around the corner were these HUGE black rock formations, volcanic and scarred by the retreating glaciers. It was like walking on a huge elephant hide, all cracked and craggy. Unreal.

Lake Huron was the last of the lakes I visited, Mackinaw City and Mackinac Island (which are both pronounced like the former - thank you BJ for clarifying THAT and the HUGE Mackinac Bridge connecting the lower part of Michigan with the Upper Peninsula. The longest suspension bridge in the Western Hemisphere and has the 22nd longest main span in the world! Pretty impressive I'd say. Oh , it has steel grates for the center lanes in each direction. With a lovely unobstructed (or so it seems....) view of the water . Way down !

Bridge porn pictures in the comments, don't miss Michigan if you have a chance to go!
Beaches, Mountains and Nudist Clubs
Posted:May 31, 2019 4:40 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 12:25 pm
I was surprised to see I still have my gold crown here, what with being gone for the past month! Let's catch up Post-Chuck Norris shall we?

After all that excitement, a beach weekend for a birthday-celebrating friend was in order. Somehow, in all the literature about our rental unit, we missed that it was the penthouse!

That's Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We were fortunate to be there over the "Blue Flower Moon," which means nothing to me other than it was big. Oh, that little bright star in the picture is actually Jupiter!

Almost as soon as I got home from the beach, it was time to go to the mountains via sunny Florida and Cypress Cover Nudist Club!


These little fuckers were everywhere. It made for an empty sunbathing deck and pool/hot tub, which I was very glad for! For those who are unfamiliar with Lovebugs... first of all, they should be called Fuckbugs. That might make some people uncomfortable but that's literally what they do. They hatch, mature, fuck, lay eggs and die. All within 4-5 days. Once they fuck, the male dies and the female continues to drag him around by his bug dick.

Sure, it sounds kind of funny and scientifically interesting.... but the sheer volume of them is outrageous! I remember when I was a , my grandparents putting "lovebug screens" on the front of their cars to keep the bugs from clogging up the radiator!

This isn't MY windshield but this literally can happen!

Anyway.... Lots of fun there but it's time to head to the mountains now.

I take a lot of "point and shoot" pictures while driving, where I just point my camera out the windshield and randomly snap pics without looking. Most of them are wonky but every now and then I get a beauty like this sunrise over Lake Monroe.

While this isn't a point and shoot, I actually stopped to take this, here's the scenery I grew up with.

Welcome to the mountains!

Beautiful right?
Chuck Norris ran a 5K backwards....
Posted:May 12, 2019 7:05 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2019 6:14 am
So he could see what second place looks like.

The Inaugural Chuck Norris 5K fun run was last weekend, down in Texas of course. Our Nun-chucks costumes were epic! Hundreds of people wanted pictures with us and of us! Even Chuck himself invited us up on stage to participate in the "best dressed" contest! Did we win? Hell no, the woman who did was 96 years old and in a wheelchair made to look like a semi-truck! How could that NOT win!

More than 5,000 people participated and we made a few local news stations. Hopefully we'll make the Guinness Book as well!

A few pictures from the run...

On stage, and yes, that's a little glimpse of Chuck himself in the background!

And last, but certainly not least, I got a high five from Chuck Norris and lived to tell about it!

The view from your side of the bed...
Posted:Mar 8, 2019 5:51 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2019 9:03 am
"Old School" Love Letters
Posted:Feb 14, 2019 5:23 am
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2019 5:04 am

This morning (appropriately) I came across a quite graphic and wordy set of love letters written by author James Joyce to his wife Nora while they were apart. Of course I promptly sent the link to MY valentine but also thought some of you might also enjoy reading them.

3 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

My darling little convent-girl,

There is some star too near the earth for I am still in a fever-fit of animal desire. Today I stopped short often in the street with an exclamation whenever I thought of the letters I wrote you last night and the night before. They must read awful in the cold light of day. Perhaps their coarseness has disgusted you. I know you are a much finer nature than your extraordinary lover and though it was you yourself, you hot little girl, who first wrote to me saying that you were longing to be fucked by me yet I suppose the wild filth and obscenity of my reply went beyond all bounds of modesty. When I got your express letter this morning and saw how careful you are of your worthless Jim I felt ashamed of what I had written. Yet now, night, secret sinful night, has come down again on the world and I am alone again writing to you and your letter is again folded before me on the table. Do not ask me to go to bed, dear. Let me write to you, dear.

As you know, dearest, I never use obscene phrases in speaking. You have never heard me, have you, utter an unfit word before others. When men tell in my presence here filthy or lecherous stories I hardly smile. Yet you seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down at Ringsend. It was you who slid your hand down inside my trousers and pulled my shirt softly aside and touched my prick with your long tickling fingers, and gradually took it all, fat and stiff as it was, into your hand and frigged me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed in Pola. Tired of lying under a man one night you tore off your chemise violently and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the horn I had was not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to my face and murmured tenderly ‘Fuck up, love! fuck up, love!’

Nora dear, I am dying all day to ask you one or two questions. Let me, dear, for I have told you everything I ever did and so I can ask you in turn. I wonder will you answer them. When that person whose heart I long to stop with the click of a revolver put his hand or hands under your skirts did he only tickle you outside or did he put his finger or fingers up into you? If he did, did they go far enough to touch that little cock at the end of your cunt? Did he touch you behind? Was he a long time tickling you and did you come? Did he ask you to touch him and did you do so? If you did not touch him did he come against you and did you feel it?

Another question, Nora. I know that I was the first man that blocked you but did any man ever frig you? Did that boy you were fond of ever do it? Tell me now, Nora, truth for truth, honesty for honesty. When you were with him in the dark at night did your fingers never, never unbutton his trousers and slip inside like mice? Did you ever frig him, dear, tell me truly or anyone else? Did you never never, never feel a man’s or a boy’s prick in your fingers until you unbuttoned me? If you are not offended do not be afraid to tell me the truth. Darling, darling, tonight I have such a wild lust for your body that if you were here beside me and even if you told me with your own lips that half the red-headed louts of Galway had had a fuck at you before me I would still rush at you with desire.

God Almighty, what kind of language is this I am writing to my proud blue-eyed queen! Will she refuse to answer my coarse insulting questions? I know I am risking a good deal in writing this way, but if she loves me really she will feel that I am mad with lust and that I must be told all.

Sweetheart, answer me. Even if I learn that you too have sinned perhaps it would bind me closer to you. In any case I love you. I have written and said things to you that my pride would never again allow me to say to any woman.

My darling Nora, I am panting with eagerness to get your replies to these filthy letters of mine. I write to you openly because I feel now that I can keep my word with you.

Don’t be angry, dear, dear, Nora, my little wild-flower of the hedges. I love your body, long for it, dream of it.

Speak to me, dear lips that I have kissed in tears. If this filth I have written insults you bring me to my senses again with the lash as you have done before. God help me!

I love you, Nora, and it seems that this too is part of my love. Forgive me! forgive me!


WHEW! That's a lot to unpack!!! It gets better....

8 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

My sweet little whorish Nora,

I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a ’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.


"Arseways" is now my new favorite word.

16 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

My sweet darling girl,

At last you write to me! You must have given that naughty little cunt of yours a most ferocious frigging to write me such a disjointed letter. As for me, darling, I am so played out that you would have to lick me for a good hour before I could get a horn stiff enough even to put into you, to say nothing of blocking you. I have done so much and so often that I am afraid to look to see how that thing I had is after all I have done to myself. Darling, please don’t fuck me too much when I go back. Fuck all you can out of me for the first night or so but make me get myself cured. The fucking must all be done by you, darling, as I am so soft and small now that no girl in Europe except yourself would waste her time trying the job. Fuck me, darling, in as many ways as your lust will suggest. Fuck me dressed in your full outdoor costume with your hat and veil on, your face flushed with the cold and wind and rain and your boots muddy, either straddling across my legs when I am sitting in a chair and riding me up and down with the frills of your drawers showing and my cock sticking up stiff in your cunt or riding me over the back of the sofa. Fuck me naked with your hat and stockings on only flat on the floor with a crimson flower in your hole behind, riding me like a man with your thighs between mine and your rump very fat. Fuck me in your dressing gown (I hope you have that nice one) with nothing on under it, opening it suddenly and showing me your belly and thighs and back and pulling me on top of you on the kitchen table. Fuck me into you arseways, lying on your face on the bed, your hair flying loose naked but with a lovely scented pair of pink drawers opened shamelessly behind and half slipping down over your peeping bum. Fuck me if you can squatting in the closet, with your clothes up, grunting like a young sow doing her dung, and a big fat dirty snaking thing coming slowly out of your backside. Fuck me on the stairs in the dark, like a nursery-maid fucking her soldier, unbuttoning his trousers gently and slipping her hand into his fly and fiddling with his shirt and feeling it getting wet and then pulling it gently up and fiddling with his two bursting balls and at last pulling out boldly the mickey she loves to handle and frigging it for him softly, murmuring into his ear dirty words and dirty stories that other girls told her and dirty things she said, and all the time pissing her drawers with pleasure and letting off soft warm quiet little farts behind until her own girlish cockey is as stiff as his and suddenly sticking him up in her and riding him.

Basta! Basta per Dio!

I have come now and the foolery is over. Now for your questions!

We are not open yet. I send you some posters. We hope to open on the 20th or 21st. Count 14 days from that and 3 1/2 days for the voyage and I am in Trieste.

Get ready. Put some warm-brown-linoleum on the kitchen and hang a pair of red common curtains on the windows at night. Get some kind of a cheap common comfortable armchair for your lazy lover. Do this above all, darling, as I shall not quit the kitchen for a whole week after I arrive, reading, lolling, smoking, and watching you get ready the meals and talking, talking, talking, talking to you. O how supremely happy I shall be! God in heaven, I shall be happy there! I figlioli, il fuoco, una bona mangiata, un caffe nero, un Brasil, il Piccolo della Sera, e Nora, Nora mia, Norina, Noretta, Norella, Noruccia ecc ecc…

Eva and Eileen must sleep together. Get some place for Georgie. I wish Nora and I had two beds for night-work. I am keeping and shall keep my promise, love. Time fly on, fly on quickly! I want to go back to my love, my life, my star, my little strange-eyed Ireland!

A hundred thousand kisses, darling!


Seriously, who CAN'T love that kind of talk! I wish they'd published Nora's letters too...

Happy Valentines Day!
How many pushups can Chuck Norris do?
Posted:Jan 31, 2019 4:06 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2019 7:11 am
All of them.

In about three months I'll be attending a destination 5k with my workout partner! The Inaugural Chuck Norris 5k, in Texas of course, where we'll be attempting to set a world record for the most people dressed like Chuck! We're thinking of going a slightly offbeat route and trying THIS...

In honor of that, I've collected a few of my favorite Chuck Norris facts:

Chuck Norris counted to infinity. Twice.

Chuck Norris doesn't cheat death. He wins fair and square.

Chuck Norris can speak braille. (Like me )

The boogeyman checks his closet for Chuck Norris before he goes to bed at night.

Superman owns a pair of Chuck Norris pajamas.

Chuck Norris doesn't turn the light on, he turns the dark off.

In alcohol news I treated myself to a local winery/brewery/distillery tour and got to try Aquavit for the first time. Good stuff! Distilled 8 times... here's the distiller:

The growler fill machine at one of the breweries reminded me of yet another Chuck Norris Fact...

MC Hammer learned the hard way that Chuck Norris can touch this.

Do you have a favorite Chuck Norris Fact?
More Non-innuendo
Posted:Jan 19, 2019 5:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2019 2:49 pm
That'd make it Nonnuendo? Yes?

Anyway. More glass. And trees and flowers. Hot on the heels of my exciting trip to the Neustadt and Queens museums and all the Tiffany glass there, was a family visit to central Florida! I got to tour the Morse Museum, which has one of the largest private collections of Tiffany glass!

It was nice to see flowers this time of year... even poisonous ones!

This tree was nothing but flowers, and probably 30' tall! A golden trumpet tree for my botanical minded friends.

And really... what's a trip to central Florida without a visit to Epcot!

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