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You say I'm a bitch as if it were a BAD thing.

Art Thread
Posted:Jan 28, 2017 10:33 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2017 5:42 pm
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Pinning this to the top of my blog so we can have an ongoing thread about art.

No rules, per se –
I only ask that you read what is written before commenting. Try to use information such as the title or the artists name when responding (so if the thread gets busy, we will know what others are talking about).

It also will help if a WIP (work in progress) is posted.

If posting/sharing art – do not do more than one at a time so others can have a chance to comment/discuss before moving on to the next. (look at me – all positive it will be a busy thread…)

I might occasionally change this cover photo.
For now – my painting ‘Nevertheless’ 42x60” oil on panel
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that chubby 13-year-old has nothing on me
Posted:Jul 25, 2017 11:08 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2017 4:23 am
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For anyone who has ever taken a ‘sexy waterfall’ photo – kudos to you.
As for us, we laughed so hard when we got our water camera photos back.
It was a big waterfall. So the water falling was falling…hard.
The facial expressions were painful-looking.
We look anguished, uncomfortable and just awkward.
Each photo showed a funnier facial expression…like you might see on someone being water boarded.
No modeling in our future….unless it is for ‘awkward family vacation photos’

There was one the slave took from fairly far away.
I had been helped up onto a ‘seat’ of rocks by our guide.
Hard hard water falling there.
He had just given up on trying to help a chubby teen boy up there (the kid cried).
I got to the seat and proceeded to throw my arms out wide…’yay, I made it!’
I was feeling proud I managed something the 13-year-old could not.
We got the film back and I can see that the guide had his arm out across my stomach…making sure I did not fall, I assume. I didn’t notice at the time.
(apparently, not being trusted on wet rocks has been a thing before my fall last week)

On that climb back up the trail, one woman fell and broke her nose. On the way down, one fell and was saved from a 100 foot drop by a tiny little rope.

That rope swing was the one used by Harrison Ford in the first Indiana Jones movie (right up until recently, you could jump off it – our guide was responsible for messing that up for everyone). And the mountains right above it is where they filmed the opening with the helicopters for MASH.

That was our first time in a 2-person kayak. I was difficult, so he says (who is not surprised)?. Like past dancing lessons, this white girl lacks some basic rhythm. And, I go hard on the left, making us steer right – so he spent a considerable amount of time correcting our course.

I would start to get paranoid about all these things I am not good at, but…fuck it. I can paint like a mad, have fun hair, and am good at bossing people around for my pleasure….soooooo….it’s all good.
It’s all about knowing your strengths.

Oh – AND I have been successful at growing things this year. Queen!
I made my fist homemade pesto from my own basil last week.
I feel like a regular hippie-earth-mother, I tell you.


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what I look like giving a bj
Posted:Jul 23, 2017 7:58 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2017 10:56 pm
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Have you ever wonder what I look like giving a BJ?
Yeah, me neither.
But, I imagine it is something like this.
I kind of want to tie him up, leave the room...return with snorkling gear on my face and proceed to suck his cock.
The question is, would be laugh or be able to stay hard? Both?
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Payment was due
Posted:Jul 21, 2017 2:45 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2017 6:03 am
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You know, for having a great vacation.

There was the tree branch that hit the windshield during a storm – while he was driving. How he didn’t go off the road, I have no idea.

The 4-hour traffic jam because of a tree down that he got stuck in. Almost out of gas. In 90-degree heat…with no AC. And no open windows since it was down-pouring and lightening.

There was the mild food poisoning he got the next day.

There was my allergy testing – verdict being I am allergic to my cat (now just to decide if I love him enough to get 3 years of shots since I can not take any more sinus issues).

There was the built-in microwave that broke, so we ordered another and struggled to put it in. Much cursing ensued.

The giant delivery truck for said microwave ran over a concrete/reflector thing the neighbor old-man made (to keep delivery trucks from going into the ditch and eroding the gravel driveway). It is apparently the second time this has happened and he sent a rude ass text to us. He pitched an old-man-fit. He has complained passive aggressively since we moved in about all the deliveries. (we share a long gravel driveway). Suck it up old-timer, this is my business and deliveries aren’t going to stop. We are attempting to make a couple concrete-reflector things to replace the ones he made (of course they are homemade, he has a full carpentry workshop and we do not, so great). The concrete mix I used is not drying in the holes. Three days now. I think I used the wrong stuff.

Now for the icing….
We decided to head to a nearby beach in the mountains yesterday. I’ve painted 12 plus hours a day since we got back, so yes, this will be fun. But first - a couple hours on rocks at a river near the beach. I love that area and haven’t gotten to go rock-to-rock like I love. I was excited. It was fun as hell. There is a name for it: the exploring a river by wading and jumping/climbing rocks (but I can not remember it). It makes me sentimental about my childhood and NH.
It is just my thing. A gurgling river and rocks. Heaven.

Until I noticed him following so close to me and looking a bit stressed. He had quietly told me to be careful several times. I gave him a ‘you-are-such-an-old-lady’ look and leaped to the next rock. I eventually took pity on him and decided to take his help getting out, thereby letting him relax and enjoy his day. I was now in 2 inches of water, at the edge – he had just helped me up and we were heading out. Just as he turned away from me, I slipped on a rock and went down. My face right onto the rocks. I didn’t know what was going on, but damn…and he was yelling to lift my face and apparently it was a sheet of blood and it was dripping off my chin.

My first thought was: ‘oh great, I will never hear the end of this’. He ruined a shirt soaking up the blood and we stumbled off to find first aid. He thought I needed stitches. I had no clue because it didn’t really hurt yet. My prescription sunglasses were ruined with scratches, but they saved my eye and eye socket, I believe. The gash is just above an eyebrow. I was limping as my leg was bleeding and swelling as well as my wrist hurting.

No first aid in this tiny town. I just wanted a bathroom with a mirror so I could asses the damage…no luck. I stubbornly refused to leave, I am fine – I am not ruining our day at the beach! He finally convinced me that I could not go to the beach with several open wounds. He promised not to say ‘I told you so’. We traveled to our doctors back in our town (45 minutes away) who would not see me as they worried I had a concussion and told me to go to the ER. (No. The last time we did that for him and his bronchitis the bill was $1200 for an hour…and we have insurance)! We ended up at an urgent care clinic. I did not need stitches, but they glued my facial wound and cleaned up my leg. And gave me a Tetanus shot. Ruined day thanks to me.

One fun part. The cut started bleeding again while in the waiting room. He jumped up to get a paper towel. I waited until I felt it running down my face, then turned and smiled at 2 pre-teens. Huh. They got up and moved….lol

Side note:
(There was a wall with waves crashing over it on Waikiki Beach. There were kids running on it, so I hauled myself on it and sat. A wave knocked my ass over and I got a bit scratched up. He now likes to say: ‘remember the wall’ to try and get me to slow down whatever it is I am apparently (to his mind), recklessly doing. Unfortunately, a week after we left…some college football player who got drafted jumped off that same wall we were on and is now paralyzed)

I’ll live and may have a black eye to show for it. Whatever. I am not 20 anymore, but I am not old. Shit happens. Before getting out, I was a damn gazelle. I was having a blast. I have done this hundreds of times all over . And maybe only an occasional bump/bruise. I have also never broken a bone, so I can not be that clumsy.

He is finding new and interesting ways to say ‘I told you so’ without saying those exact words. I told him if he keeps it up I am going to wait until the black eye is good and evident, and then the next time we are out in public….I will cry. So people look at him like he is a monster. That shut him up for a moment....then he burst out laughing....I didn't do anything, I swear....

I left to run errands today and he told me to drive carefully. I gave him a look. I get that he cares & worries (it is very sweet and he loves me), but accidents do happen.
I’m not a danger to myself or others.

Well, maybe I am to him.
Either physically or because of his frayed nerves....it's a toss up.

I regret nothing!
Next up is a rope swing I found at a nearby National Park.
And maybe I will see if I can find him some Xanex.
I’ll just throw one directly into his mouth before we get there.
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vacation randomness
Posted:Jul 15, 2017 6:15 pm
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2017 11:12 pm
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I do not like being ‘herded’ or waiting in long lines. Who does, right? Well, apparently a lot of people are willing to do this to see certain touristy things. Had it been my choice, I would have skipped much of it. I don’t know what is worth the herding for hours. It would have to be something pretty damn special.

Apparently, decontamination is the name of the game on cruise ships. Everywhere you go, there are employees standing around with spray bottles asking: ‘washy washy?’ I don’t know what bothered me more: the baby talk or the assumption that I am not already dousing myself in Purel because of all the people. If I had said ‘yes’ even half of the time, I am pretty sure I would not have fingerprints any longer.

Those all-you-can-eat buffets on the cruise ships are like watching pigs at a troth. And they push each other. What the hell? There is enough food there for months and it never closes…why push? What is wrong with people? (I gained 10 lbs, sooo…..I am not exempt from that pig comment).

I dig Elvis, even when sung by a cruddy lounge singer on a cruise ship. In a velvet jacket, no less.

They auction off crappy art in gilded frames on cruise ships. And apparently, people buy it. I must consider this. I shake my head, but my business side is thinking on this hard.

It’s been 2 years since I left Texas and that stifling heat & humidity. I have already grown unaccustomed to it. I shall never move to Hawaii, no matter how lovely. I want to enjoy the outdoors without melting.

Hawaii did no favors for my hair. I don’t know if it was the water or what. It wasn’t the humidity, I know how to deal with that when it comes to the curls.

My favorite things we did: snorkeling and kayaking down a river and hiking to a hidden glorious waterfall. My least favorite: Pearl Harbor (herding, lines and the military taking your bag…with the sunscreen in it), and the long ass bus ride to a dormant volcano. I loved the Polynesian Cultural Center. That was one long day though. Again, a bus ride/tour thing…so you were gone 12 hours. Forget about dressing pretty for the luau…I had melted into a puddle by then. That’s the real reason I wont post the photos of me with flowers in my hair…I looked like I had been dragged through the ringer by then (and had hat-hair). I love their culture of kindness and earth-friendliness though. And they do put on a jolly-good show. They really seem to objectify the men more than the women there. Nice.

Did you know that cruise ship employees work 6 months on without a day off? Then 6 weeks off. We got friendly with our cute cabin steward. I was horrified. How is that legal to not have a day off for 6 months? We had a battle of the towel-animals with her. She would leave a dog made out of towels on the bed and we would drunkenly google and leave her a towel-snail. Needless to say, she won.

I spent a lot of time watching for someone to break character. These people are so smiling and happy. All of them. I know, tourism is the business there, so it makes sense. But, come on! Someone has to be not all ecstatic with life every moment. After 10 days and so many interactions – I caught out one cleaning person who couldn’t smile if her life depended on it (I don’t blame her, she must have been at the end of her 6 months) and one Asian taxi driver who wanted to argue politics about how Muslims are all dangerous (and he kept waving his arm in the FIL’s face…way to work that tip). That’s it – the other 2000 islanders and cruise ship employees we came into contact with were all chipper and extremely happy.

Does every ship have a Titanic-like grand staircase? We got snazzily-dressed the last night and took photos standing there. I was trying to get everyone to pose as if the ship was sinking. Screaming faces and grabbing the banister-like. So there they all are looking dressed-up and stiff….and there I am with my mouth wide open in a laugh. Nice photos….lol….(and proof that I am not single or I would not post that).

People. It was 10 days around so so many people, (13 days if you include when the PIL arrived). I literally did not spend one minute alone the entire time. I am not used to that. The husband is not as bad as I am, but he is similar. We arrived home and went to separate ends of the house for a good amount of time. ‘Love you, BYE!’ (that is still holding…this post is what I am doing on a Saturday night as he is asleep already).
That is not to say we did not re-connect later in the week in a very very sexy manner. Ahhh….no one in a room next door…finally. Yay!

I made a deal for the sale of 30 paintings (the alias work) when I was on vacation. I sat on the deck of the ship and did the invoicing/emails for it.
It felt a tad surreal. I felt like a fancy-ass big-wheeler-and-dealer. We wanted to make a video of us dancing to that song 'I'm on a motherfucking boat!' I am really kind of sad we did not.

(putting photos in the comments)


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Did you know?
Posted:Jul 15, 2017 9:38 am
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2017 5:32 am
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There are no snakes in Hawaii.
No squirrels, raccoons nor chipmunks either.
You can hike through the jungle there and smell rotting vegetation, yet there is nothing there that will kill you.
There are no seagulls either.



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down time
Posted:Jul 14, 2017 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2017 6:03 am
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There was not a lot of down-time to relax during our vacation.
The PIL do trips to…DO things. They have a checklist of things to see & do and they power through it all. There was not a lot of time to…savor.
The activities…wow….we are still tired and sore.
This was a moment though. There was booze involved and the Na Pali coast going by.
I am grateful and glad for all the activities (helicopter, snorkeling, kayaking, etc) – but if we were to ever go back….I want to sit and savor.
Perhaps on a secluded beach.
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It was awesome!
Posted:Jul 11, 2017 1:11 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2017 7:41 pm
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OK, that was awesome.
(although, I saw no dolphins)
Snorkling is hugely fun - I have no idea why I was worried.
I got flowers in my hair.
There are no 1-hour photo places anymore - so it may be 2 weeks before I get the disposable water cameras back developed.
I tried to bring home a souvenir, but he didn't fit in the carry-on....

I have much to share, but of course there is the price to pay...so so much work to catch up on. And I am dizzy. No idea why, but it has been 3 days now. I am at risk of falling over all day long...very weird.

I'll be back to share at some point - I hope all you kinkster friends are well!
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Hair flowers are required
Posted:Jun 25, 2017 7:43 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2017 12:08 pm
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I did not realize until the other day that the flight to Hawaii is 10 or 11 hours.
I am seriously dreading that. Our knees. Damn.
But ok…Hawaii. Got to be worth it.

My good camera is big. I have decided not to take it as it is a distraction and a pain to carry around. Just the small one we bought for hiking. This is a hard decision. I love photos. That’s all I want for souvenirs is photos. What if I see something I want to paint? That small digital isn’t usually good enough for that. Damn. Damn. Major decisions here. But it is true that I will be more ‘in the moment’ without the camera.

I don’t care how old you get – cleaning like crazy people for the parents is a thing.

They are here a couple days before we leave. We have given them our bedroom and we will find out if that new pull-out couch bed is going to kill us or not. I had to do a serious purge of the bedroom. Holy perverts! We have a lot of kinky/dirty stuff. Sneaky side tables and their drawers almost tripped me up. not that I think they will open them, but still….lube, small book about the karma sutra, cock rings, some little vibrating cock ring thing, etc. And locks…so so many locks.

I have never seen anyone pack for a trip like my husband. He was a boy scout. I tease him, but he is right. We have used so many of those things on trips. There was that time there was a black out in New Orleans and he had a small flashlight. Who thinks to take a flash light when staying in hotels? If we had had to repel down the side of a building, we might have been good to go. Need stitches or to disable a bomb? He might be all set for that.

I’m so excited.

I can’t wait to wear that white dress. With flowers in my hair. I was talking about this – saying there had best be some big beautiful flowers around to put in my hair. It is a requirement. He promised to head off into the jungle with a knife between his teeth to get me hair flowers, if necessary.

He has been off for the summer now for 4 days. This bitch has gotten some for the last 4 days straight. Ahhhhh….summer! and holy shit does our property look beautiful! That man is handy I tell you.

Life is good. So freaking good.
Aloha!
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A really complicated story about a mug
Posted:Jun 16, 2017 11:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2017 12:08 pm
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I posted a photo of myself drinking out of it back in December.
I bought it for myself.
It says: Male Tears

You know, because I like to hit men.

I forgot to take it out of the cupboard before my 20-year-old son came to visit.
No biggie – I had a cover story ready if anyone asked.

He did ask.
I told him that the husband bought it for me.
As a tease because I am such a feminist.
A funny poke about being a feminazi/man-hater.

He says…really?
Like he doesn’t believe me.

Turns out, according to Urban Dictionary…it means semen.

Now, he is laughing at me and asking why the husband would buy that.
I tell him that he wouldn’t, of course. It was a feminist thing.
He says he has to tell him…laughing.
No, we don’t need to do that, I say.
(Yeah, I know that isn’t going to work)
(in fact, he ran to tell my mother because it was so funny- but also he was shocked and grossed out when he opened the cupboard)

I rush to privately call the husband.
Tell him he has play along that he bought it for me.
Because I started lying and now I have to keep lying and…fuck…. this is so ridiculous.
I explain it all – tell him to act surprised about it meaning semen.
He laughs and says he is going to say he knew what it meant.
Whatever….I rush to get off the phone, I’m dealing with a collector via email, so I am busy (not thinking that through)

So yeah, over dinner.
The kid starts to laugh and tell him…and the husband interrupts him to say:
‘she found out what it means?’

So…hahaha…everyone is laughing.
I’m pretending to glare, but start to really glare because I realize now what I agreed to.
And how is this kid believing any of this in the first place?
(he isn’t the kind of man to play a joke like that on me...at all).
The husband eventually tells him he bought it for the feminazi poke, hoping I wouldn’t find out what the other meaning was. And he is such a bad liar. He should have been twitching for how believable it was.

Jesusfuckingchrist.
I should have just let the kid find out we are kinky.
Would have been a hell of a lot more simple.
Learn from me – if you are going to lie to your kids, think it through all the way.

And now…wtf…I have a mug I bought MYSELF that apparently means/looks like I like to guzzle cum.

Whatever.
I sold a big beautiful painting today.
Because I am talented.
So there.
I can afford a new mug.
One in which I will research very carefully.

Anyone want a slightly ‘used’ jizz cup?

Here is a photo of me stabbing something.
For the purpose of this post – just imagine I am stabbing myself in the foot.
Repeatedly.
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