#204

I don’t see him bitchin’ a whole lot about things. But maybe I wasn’t paying proper attention.

Let me know what you think.

King of HNT — The Other HNT

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #295

Recipe #3

So T tells me the other day that he wants corned beef and cabbage. I don’t cook, remember? I guess I can’t say that anymore. Huh. So anyway, he says he wants corned beef and cabbage, potatoes, carrots and french bread. As it is always with him, I aim to please. Or to pretend I know how. Or something like that.

So I headed to the store with his list in mind. And was able to get the cabbage, potatoes and carrots with my usual grocery trip. The french bread and corned beef were a bit more difficult to find. Two stores later (one for each item) I had it. But I didn’t bother to look at the recipe until Tuesday morning. So when I discovered that I didn’t have everything on the list, I got on facebook chat to my friend Misty and asked my questions. She reassured me that what I had was fine and it would work. So I got busy.

*****

Corned Beef and Cabbage

2 medium onions, sliced
2 1/2 to 3lbs corned beef brisket
1 cup apple juice
1/4 cup packed brown sugar
2 tsp finely shredded orange peel
2 tsp prepared mustard
6 whole cloves
6 small cabbage wedges

Place onions in crock pot.
Trim fat from brisket. If necessary, cut meat to fit into crock pot. Place on top of onions.
In a bowl combine apple juice, sugar, orange peel, mustard, and cloves – pour over brisket.
Place cabbage on top of meat.
Cover and cook on low for 10-12 hours (high 5-6 hours)

Serves 6

*****

I halved the onions and laid them on the bottom of the crock pot. T doesn’t usually like onions (but apparently likes them cooked like this), and I do not unless they are rings and come from Carl’s Jr or Burger King. I did not have orange peels, so didn’t put any in. I didn’t have whole cloves, but had ground cloves, so substituted 1 tsp ground cloves (thanks Misty!). I put it in the crock pot between 11am and 12pm. And just so you know, touching the beef was gross. It was bloody and just, ew. Anyway. I cut a few red potatoes and baby carrots and put them in at about 3pm. And then we ate around 630pm.

He proclaimed it to be perfect.

He said it was sweeter than what he remembers, but is probably because of the juice and brown sugar. He remembers it just being meat and water. Pman tried it, but didn’t really like it. Godzilla was sleeping, but I don’t think he would have eaten it either.

There you go. Recipe #3.

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #294

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This weekend…

…was spent outside in the sunshine. And I rediscovered that all that sun not only burns my skin (although not too bad this time), but makes me v.e.r.y. tired. Omg.

Pictures are up on flickr. I didn’t take any pictures on Saturday, since I was primarily in charge of the little boys. They aren’t usually an issue up on the range, but we hadn’t been there in a long time. So I took a few pics with my phone and sent them to my facebook. Like the fancy toilet facilities we had available to us. Someone actually cleaned them this time. Like for reals. Swept out, toilet seat wiped down, AND charmin tp. The blue package. My butt was happy about that. In previous times, it has been generic tp available, so I brought wipes. I brought the wipes this time, but didn’t need to use them. Sweet!

Saturday evening, we picked up PA and Tonk. Sunday morning, we went back out to the range with the kids. Fun stuff. There were a few teens there, and they took turns out-shooting each other. Godzilla spent some time being too tired to shoot, and Pman had an all out crying breakdown. Good thing it was when we decided to start cleaning up and packing up the van. Both boys were really tired and just done.

*****

Monday will be business as usual. I am picking up Franky in the morning and taking the three kids to the dentist. That should be great fun for them. I have no idea what will be happening after that, but in the evening it’s swim class.

*****

Life is good.
I am loved.

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #293

A First for Her

He kicked her chair to the side, put his hand in her hair and lifted her, making her walk in front of him to the bedroom. He pushed her back onto the bed, undid her belt and took her jeans off.

“You comfortable?” He asked as he got to his knees in front of her.
“Yeah,” she replied, just waiting to see where this was going.

His hands and arms held her legs apart, and her arms down. Not letting her move much. His tongue barely touched her cunt, moving the hair that had escaped the razor the last few days. Her body bumped up, her cunt begging for the magic of his tongue. He moved with her body, keeping the distance between his tongue and her cunt. She caught on quickly and attempted to keep her body still, letting him decide when she would get his tongue.

He bit her cunt, flicked her clit with his tongue, ran his tongue along her slit. She came, and he continued to suck her clit, as she drenched his face. His hands came up to push her shirt up, grabbing her breasts, twisting her nipples between his fingers, running his hands down her body to grip her hips and pull her into his mouth.

He dropped his jeans, took off his shirt. He folded her legs onto her body, and entered her. Slow and easy at first, feeling her cunt grip and squeeze his cock. Pulling out and running his cock along her slit, he watched her face as she squirted when his cock moved by her clit. Then hard and fast, letting her feel his need for her with every thrust. He slipped out and she came, squirting all over them. He entered again. Her come started hitting her face with the force of his thrusts. A first for her.

She sat up, hoping to take his cock in her mouth. He pushed her back, putting her where he wanted her. And fucked her some more.

*****

Blog Project 365-09 #292

Toy Review: Velvet Jewels

Isn’t this just the cutest little vibe? Yeah, I thought so too. Babeland sent it to me to try it out.

This vibrator is really small – about four inches long total – about three inches insertable length, although I wouldn’t insert this little thing. It has a soft velvet feel to it, and is waterproof. The little jewels in it are cute, although anyone who has dealt with jeweled items before, knows that those babies can loosen and fall out. Not the type of things I want to have to search for in my cunt, that is for sure.

The vibrations of this little thing are decent for it’s size. It only takes one AA battery, so it’s not omg-powerful, but it’s ok. I turned it on and stood it on the table and it spun in circles for me. That was fun to see. It is slightly quieter than another vibe that is the same size. It is also more user friendly, as it has the battery compartment and the on/off piece are separate.

When I tried this vibrator, I discovered that it took a while to get me to a happy place. It feels nice, but it’s just not strong enough for my liking. It might be perfect for someone who is just starting out and learning about vibrators, or who just can’t handle a heaving vibe on their clit. It just doesn’t do it for me, though.

If this one doesn’t look like it’s going to work for you, Babeland has so many others for you to choose from. And I am sure there is something that fits your price range.

A few words on Domestic Violence

October is/was Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Many of us have dealt with domestic violence in one (or two or three) form or another. Or we know someone who has. It’s that common. Or *gawd forbid* it’s happening to you and you don’t even realize it, because you grew up thinking that this was how people who loved each other treated each other.

There is a saying I have adopted as my own. Every time I say it, people agree with it. For some, it is an eye opener. For others, they just nod and move on. But the reality is:

Love is an action word.

If the actions or words or behaviors of your
partner
mother
father
lover
child
sibling
don’t match the words “I love you” – then it’s not love.
Seriously. That’s pretty much the end of that story.

But there’s so much more to the Domestic Violence story. And Britni did an excellent series about it. She’s not quite done with it, as there are two more posts she has yet to put up. But here are the first eight parts she put together.

They are extensive.
They are intense.
They are awesome.

And they need to be read. Paid attention to. Emailed or printed out and given to family members and friends.

Please. It could save a life.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8

Read. And pass this information on.

Thank you, Britni, for taking the time and effort to get this information out there for us to read, learn from, and share with others.

You rock.

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #291

So, there’s things I wanna talk about…

…but cannot. My fingers just want to write about it so my brain can process it and I can get my thoughts and questions in an order that makes sense. But I cannot, for reasons that I can’t write here. How’s that for vague?

*****

I got a second twitter account, specifically for the slut in me. A follower of mine got butthurt because I “overshared”. Whatev. But because I heart her a bunch, I decided to make the separate account. Problem is, I can’t update that account with my cell since it’s already attached to the main account. That’s going to be annoying. Anyway, so the main one is going to be (fairly) clean, and the new one will not be.

*****

Those who commented on the erotica, thank you. It’s been a while since I have been able to write some, so it felt rusty, and took me a while to write it. I appreciate the comments.

*****

We bought an item today that came in a huge box. Dimensions are 4′ wide, 3′ tall, 1′ deep. The boys had a fucking blast with the box. Getting in it, standing it up, pushing it over. Crawling in and out of it. Closing the lid on each other. If I thought I could get away with it, I would just get them boxes for Christmas. Seriously.

*****

GB called me today to talk about the trauma at Ft. Hood. She has a friend that is stationed(?) about an hour or so from there and no one could get a hold of her. I assured her that given this friend was an hour away, chances are she was just fine. She says she knows. *shrug* She made cheesecake today from scratch, and it was the best one in her class. This is a pattern with her, so I am not surprised.

*****

Remember when T’s parents passed away, and he said he never wanted to go to Phoenix again? He lied. He wants to head that way on his motorcycle. With me. Sometime next late-summer-early-fall. When he originally mentioned this to me, it sounded like he wanted to do this in the next couple of months. I, of course, started to think about who was going to watch the boys and reasons why my parents could not but I wanted my parents to have access to them, etc. He, of course, said I was over thinking the whole thing, he didn’t want to go until almost a year from now. *sigh* At least I have some time to think about this.

Anyway, we will probably head to southern Cali and see his uncle and Sam. Then visit his brother, EssinEm and his parent’s grave site while in Phoenix, and then head on to Las Vegas to visit a friend of ours. If you are somewhere on that path, let me know. We might be able to stop by for an hour or so.

And I have to figure out the luggage situation. Because there’s just not that much room on the bike. And the luggage rack thing T wants for the bike is currently $300. For a few pieces of bent metal. Grr. Good thing we have some time before we leave, maybe Harley will drop the price a bit. Unless, of course, someone wants to get that for him for Christmas. That would be awesome. I can’t find a link to the one he wants, though. I can find it in a catalog, but not online. *sigh*

*****

Ok. I’m going to bed.

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #290

#203

Just something about his hand and how it holds me.
Can’t get enough.

Make sure you stop by Osbasso’s place and the Other HNT.

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #289

Don’t come.

He woke her up just to kiss her goodbye, with one hand at her face and the other under the covers at her belly. She pushed his hand down to cover her cunt.

“Just for a minute,” she whispered into his mouth.

His fingers found her cunt as he kissed her again. He ducked under the covers and found her clit with this teeth, flicking it with his tongue. Running his tongue along her slit, dipping it between her lips and into her cunt. Tasting her. Feeling her cunt bump up against his face, her hands on his back and his head. He stayed there for a minute and then pulled out and kissed her again. Sharing the taste of her with her.

He stood and reached for the toy drawer, pulling something out. As it was still dark in the room, she couldn’t see what he had in his hand. His mouth found hers again as he slid his hand to her cunt. He ran the plug along her slit and sliding it in, using her natural juices to lubricate it enough to slide.

“You’re so fucking hot, so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear as he inserted the plug into her cunt. “I wish I could just stay here and eat your cunt all day.”

After one more kiss, he instructed her to keep the plug in for the rest of the day, and walked out of the room.

*****

She got out of the shower and started to get dressed, plug still in her cunt. He came in the room and let her know he was disappointed to see the jeans covering her ass already.

“I can take care of that,” she said. He just slid his hand between her jeans and skin. He flicked her clit and pushed on the plug in her cunt. Her knees gave and she pushed back against his hand. His other hand was wrapped around her and full of tit, holding her in place.

“Don’t you move. You are mine. And I want you right here.”
“And don’t you come. Not until my tongue is on your clit again”.

He turned her to face him and her hands found the zipper on his jeans, opening them up for her. She took his cock out and bent to wrap her mouth around him. Running her tongue along him, wrapping her hand around his cock, pulling it deep into her mouth. His put his hand in her hair, holding her face close to his cock, and started moving, slowly fucking her face.

He pulled her away from his cock by her hair and brought her face close to his. “You’re my slut,” he said as his hand reached down her pants to push on the plug again. Her body reacted to his touch and pushed the plug out into his hand. She undid her jeans and let them fall. He set the plug aside, grabbed her by the hips and put her on the bed. He dropped his jeans and slid his cock in her cunt.

He was lazy about fucking her. Doing it for feel and anticipation, rather than for the end result of coming. Pulling it out and letting it slide along her clit, then pushing it back in. Her body tensed, her orgasm building. “Don’t come,” he reminded her. She bit his shoulder.

He pulled out and back, letting her sit up on the bed. Steadied her as she reinserted the plug in her cunt. Watched as she got dressed. He pulled her to him, kissing her.

“I’ll take care of that cunt tonight. I love you.” And he left for work.

*****

Blog Project 365-09 #288

Unbalanced

Saturday night I went to bed like I always do. Well, not always. It was later than normal, especially with the time change. But eventually I got in bed and settled down to sleep. And then didn’t sleep well. Every time I turned my head, or shifted my upper body, then the world shifted. Having that happen when you are awake is one thing, when you are asleep it’s entirely different. And I did not like it.

Sunday morning it continued. During our play and in the shower. And I almost fell over in the shower. If T hadn’t been there, I am sure I would have. In the words of the 3yo, “that not be a good idea”. Ya think? And then it stopped. And I was ok.

Until I went to bed Sunday night. And it started back up again. And now it’s Monday afternoon, and it’s hasn’t stopped. This continues to “not be a good idea”.

I called T and asked if he was going to be able to come home and drive me to the doc if they said I needed to go in today. He said he could. Then I called the doc. And was told I would have a phone call back from the nurse within two hours. That didn’t happen, so I called back. And just minutes after I hung up the phone, they called me back. And told me that my doc doesn’t have any appointments available (surprise, surprise) and my doc would have to call me back. If they didn’t get me an appointment in the next day or so, then I could go into the VA’s version of an ER.

So several hours later (and many episodes of “omg I’m going to fall”) my doc finally calls. She diagnoses me with vertigo over the phone. And says that if it doesn’t get better (less episodes) or new/more symptoms show up, then I need to come in.

So here I am. Waiting for things to calm down.

*****

In other news, the heater guy was scheduled to come by between 4 and 5 this evening. And since I can’t drive in this condition, then that meant I got to stay home and T took the kids to swim class. The heater guy came and switched out the thermostat. We now have heat! Yah! Hopefully that solves the heater issue for a long time.

*****

Now I need to continue to organize the legos. And watch NCIS shows on CBS while doing it. Because I am a weirdo. (I wrote this Monday evening. And was all excited because NCIS was going to come on. Except it doesn’t come on until Tuesday. *sigh*)

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #287

5 Things

A random list —

• The heater in my house doesn’t work. Well, it blows air, but not warm air. That’s not working for me tonight. Heater guy is coming out tomorrow between 4 and 5pm. It’s quite possible I will be taking kids to swim lessons on my own tomorrow. Dammit.
• Halloween was fun with the boys. They didn’t get a whole lot of candy, but enough to make them happy. We didn’t have many kids come to our door, but we weren’t in the house for about an hour and a half during the evening. Whatev. T seems to be happy that there is candy left. I’m not bitching either. lol
• The squirrels are loving the feeder that we have for them. Today there were three squirrels. And not a one of them was smart enough to lift the top of the feeder. We put a stick in it to hold the lid up, just to give them some help. They needed it.
• I started organizing the legos. It is a bigger project than I thought it was going to be. But I will get it done. And the kids will like it, dammit. Or at least I will. Who cares what they think.
• This man that I live with – who shares my bed, and takes care of me, and helps cook, and helps clean, and loves my kids, and works his ass off for his family, and fucks me silly – loves me with everything he has. And I just do not have the words to explain just how much that works for me. I love him so much.

Have a happy monday, ya’ll!

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #286

Suspicious Minds

I have one. Especially when it comes to people and places that are too close to, say, South Dakota.

You see, that’s where biomom went – what was it, three years ago now? – yeah, three years. Because it was in 2006 that I got custody of the girls. And while I haven’t spent a whole lot of time trying to find her – or figure out what she is doing – or making sure she is staying in her own part of the world – I haven’t forgotten that she is there. Or was there, last time I checked.

Recently someone started commenting on the blog. They said they were in Minnesota, but their IP address says South Dakota. Then they got a facebook. And a twitter. And there are no pictures anywhere. (And yes, I know that pictures can be fake.) And while the name given isn’t the same as biomom’s, the location is pretty damn close. And the girlfriends name is the same. And she got my blog from a yahoo group I no longer am a member of. And she talked about quilts. And she showed up just after GB’s 18th birthday. And while, technically, it’s all circumstantial, I have to be careful.

So for now, I have taken her off my facebook and removed her from my twitter. I don’t want to take the risk of biomom having too much information. No, I don’t have any proof that this person is biomom. She may very well be who she says she is. But right now, with everything we are going through, and will be going through in the next six months, that’s not a risk I am willing to take. Especially since I know what biomom has tried in the past.

So, to that person, here is a public apology – if you really are who you say you are. I am sorry for this.

But if you are biomom, nice try. And fuck you.

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #285

Recipe’s 1 and 2

Written thursday night

So since I am being forced into the kitchen – and yes, I’m kicking and screaming while I’m in there – I decided to share the two new recipe’s that I have made. One is new to me and this house. The second is my mom and Gma’s recipe, so it’s only new to this house. I remember it when I was a kid.

*****

Recipe #1 — Impossible Cheeseburger Pie

1lb ground beef
1 cup chopped onion
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 cup bisquick
1 cup milk
2 eggs

Heat oven to 400 degrees.
Cook ground beef and onion until beef is brown. Drain.
Put beef and onion into a mixing bowl and let cool down.
Add salt, bisquick, milk and eggs. Stir until blended well.
Grease 9″ pie plate.
Pour mixture into pie plate.
Spread with cheese.
Bake about 25 min or until knife inserted into center comes clean.

Now we didn’t put the onion in it because I would have just picked it out, and T doesn’t like onion in a lot of things. But we decided that next time we make this, we will put 1/2 cup of onion in it. And we decided that it must be served with salsa. Pman ate it with ketchup, because all meat gets eaten with ketchup.

The recipe says that it gives six servings. Now I don’t know what other people put with it, but it didn’t make six servings in this house of four. And one of the people didn’t even eat it.

T says that this is definitely a cold weather meal. And something that can be eaten again.

*****

Recipe #2 — Mom’s Chicken and Rice

2.5-3lbs chicken pieces
2 cans chicken and rice soup (standard size)
2 cans cream of chicken soup (standard size)
1/2 tsp poultry seasoning
salt, pepper, garlic salt
water

Mix all soups and one can of water together in a pan with a lid that can go in the oven.
Add chicken.
Sprinkle with salt, pepper, garlic salt.
Stir so chicken is all coated.
Cover pot.
Bake in oven at 325 degrees for three hours.
Serve with rice and garlic bread

Now I don’t have a pot with a lid to put in the oven. Hence the reason why it’s only christmas list. Anyway. I really wanted to make this, as it’s one of my favorite meals of all time. Seriously. I can remember my mom making this on sunday mornings, we leave home and go to church, and as we got out of the suburban after church, we could smell the chicken and rice from outside. So damn yummy.

Anyway. So I found a conversion chart for ovens/crock pots. Score!! So here’s what I did. I put the stuff in the crock pot, added 1/2 the amount of water and really could have skipped the water amount altogether. Then turned the crock pot on high for three hours. The conversion chart said 4-5 hours, but T said the chicken was done at three. He then turned it on low and we didn’t eat for another hour or so. He then made rice and asked if he was supposed to put the chicken mixture on the rice. Umm, no. People dish it out as they want to, it does not get mixed together.

This recipe technically feeds about eight. And I made the full recipe this time, because I’m new at this and didn’t remember just how much it made. So I have a bunch left over. Most of it will get eaten. Next time, if there are only four people in the house, I will make half the recipe. But even Pman ate it, and he doesn’t like rice. Godzilla didn’t even attempt it.

*****

Ok. There you go. We will see how often I actually do this. I might like it.

For friday, T says he wants hamburger helper. I have never made that either. And I probably won’t make it this time either, because I don’t like making pasta/rice. Actually, I don’t know how. Unless it’s mac-n-cheese. But there’s timed directions on the box, so that’s easy for me.

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #284

Christmas List

I have been thinking for a while about what I want for Christmas. I don’t need just things. And, in fact, don’t want things that have to be put on shelves and get dusty.

As I was shopping today for Pman’s costume (he wanted/needed a different one than he originally picked out) I saw a few things, and thought of others, that I am going to put on a list that T can pick from.

I, of course, am going to share it here. Because you all want to know what I want for Christmas this year.

<> Towels that match the red/burnt orange color in the shower curtain in our bathroom.
<> A pot with a lid that I can use in the oven. Two of them, actually. One for a small size family, and one for a large size family.
<> Any book that is on my list of books. I am sure I should just make a list at B&N or Borders. But I tend to purchase as soon as I find a new one from my list.
<> New rings that fit my shrinking fingers. I emailed him some links already.
<> Picture frames – preferably black – that have multiple 4×6 photo spots. I will actually put pictures on the walls when I have them.
<> Jar candles. Melon/strawberry/apple/ocean smells. No flower smells.
<> Recipes that are quick and easy and yummy. And can be halved or doubled just as easily. With specific directions and steps. Remember, I’m new at this.
<> Grandma’s couch and recliner. She is moving soon, and might have to give it up. And I want it. She knows I want it. It’s leather. And has been in her house since I was a small child. It is my favorite.
<> A kitchen table with chairs that match. One that sits six. Any bigger and it will take over the space it is to be in.
<> Christmas dinner at my mother’s house.

I think that’s it for now. Ya think it’s doable? I dunno either.

peace…

Blog Project 365-09 #283