>Good Morning to Me!


Woke up. Ugh.
Grabbed diet coke. Yum.
Got in truck. Drove said truck. Said….hrmmmm, mushy. Stopped truck. Got out.
Flat tire. Not low. FLAT.
Son of a…….
Ok. On a hill. Got out of truck, brought diet coke, sat on deck, sent boss an email–gonna miss the meeting. Then grabbed neighbor lady and we began tire change attempt #1.
Obtained pineapple juice.
Grabbed other neighbor and began tire change attempt #2.
Now to get the friggin' railroad spike out of my tire.

>Stuff I miss…

>So. last week due to a rush of depressed homesickness I was sad. Not even just sad but S.A.D. However then I got some rest and felt much better. You all know I miss my friends and family and most of all my husband (no, still have no answers for you yet regarding him moving here. yes, he wants to be here. yes, we still love each other. no, this is no way to have a marriage. yes, it *does* suck, thank you for noticing. all we need to do is win the lottery and all will be well.) but this is a list of the material items I miss from the states.

  1. my dentist–I haven’t had my teeth cleaned in over a year. It is driving me nuts. I am looking for a dentist on island–just haven’t found one yet.
  2. taco bell–seriously, you don’t know how much you miss convenient drive thrus until you don’t have them anymore.
  3. dunkin donuts–*sigh* the coffee…the donuts…what more could you ask for?
  4. Chicago Water–just the water from the tap–yum. with flouride. double yum. Don’t get me wrong, I have enough gut bacteria now that I am fairly certain I could digest bone and get nutrition out of it. mmmmm, bird poop/lizard poop/frog eggs = well populated gut. For those of you unaware I use cistern water. I used to drink it. But now I just use it in applications such as toothbrushing, showering, pasta cooking, or anything thing I’m boiling and oh yeah, ice cubes–because they are conveniently made in my freezer. See, one day I thought, huh…cistern water. Then I called someone up in the environmental department and said, “so…do you drink your cistern water?” The answer was a stringent “NO”. Then I said, “but hey–you have an automatic icemaker too.” She answered, “yeah, but I usually only add ice to alcohol and other than that I just don’t think about it.” Okay…a scientific approach I can get behind.
  5. Any store other than Kmart. I do, I used to LOOOOOOVE going shopping at Target. So much crap, so little time.
  6. Thai Food — okay, in theory there is a thai restaurant on island, I just haven’t gone there yet. But in Chicago, there was thai every other street over. I also miss good Chinese Food–that’s right Moon Temple in Berkeley, IL–I miss you AND your Sinagpore Noodles!

See, nothing too drastic. šŸ™‚

Gawd I can’t wait for this turnaround to be over so I can enjoy some of the reasons I LIKE being here.



>Hello! Happy monday. Yes, still working hours of insanity. And yes, it is sucking my will to live.
Actually felt homesick last week. Got all sobby at some pictures of friends online.
So. Medical Monday–take care of yourselves people. One of my favorite relatives (stepfather) rushed (okay, Should have rushed–what he did instead was wait. *growl* then sort of amble) to the ER due to horrible chest pains. They treated him for a heart attack although thankfully it seems to be something else. So. Yes, new rule: no-one is allowed to get sick while I'm living on this rock. 'Kay?
On another note: Rum = stool softener.
Enough said.
Much love,

>Okay. It happened.

>I'm officially fussy in regards to work. I just want to be able to DO THINGS. Tonight the lovely new neighbors fed me. Bless them. It was wonderful but I kept thinking, I gotta hurry up and go to bed. Then I came home, watched 1 tv show and I'm already up WAY past my bedtime.
*fuss* *whine* *fuss*
8 more days.
Just 8.

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>Here are a few updates of things going on in my life.

  • 8 Days Left of this turnaround. Holy spam on a cracker people, I’m wiped out. My job isn’t even particularly tough these past couple days. But I have ceased to have a personality anymore. Although I am getting more secure in my job…which usually tends to mean sometime soon I will make a mistake and feel like the slow 3rd cousin who wants to play with the cool kids but doesn’t fit in. (next morning update: it happened. I *AM* the slow 3rd cousin who doesn’t fit in. Not only did my counterpart on nights bust out with a splendiferous statistical analysis with pretty graphs but I have to order a re-test on my proficiency stuff cause I counted too many fibers. *sigh* I was feeling pretty good there for a bit.)
  • I live on an island and yet I am freakishly pale. I find this annoying, just sayin.
  • At the end of March two of my friends are coming to visit! YAY! And I am attempting to take the entire time they are here off. I need a vacation like…I’m too tired to come up with an analogy that is how much I need a vacation.
  • I have new neighbors (crap, did I say this already, I think I did…?) anyway, they are very nice people. (okay, just went and looked and no, I have not told ya’ll about my new neighbors) The guy is in the military doing something military-y and his fiance and daughter are with him. So, know how normally I don’t so much like kids mainly because I don’t know how to deal with them. Well this kid is nice–she likes my dogs. It turns out I can put up with pretty much anyone if they like my dogs. Anyway, the same neighbors are attatched to me, these new neighbors are in the ‘main’ house. *shrugs* everyone is fairly nice but this leads to drama regarding the landlord cause he doesn’t have a place to stay when he flies on island. This leads to drama at a friends house and gosh darnit–other people’s drama is always funnier than drama in your own life.
  • Speaking of drama in my own life: 1. the houses’ septic system backed up. It was….unpleasant. However I did learn that showering outside (yes, there is an outdoor shower) is not entirely unpleasant. It is kind of fun to look up at the stars while rinsing out your hair. and 2. equally shitty (didya like how I tied it all in there? didya? šŸ˜‰ ) I offended people. I know, I know. I cannot live my life this mouthy and not expect to piss a few people off. And the more comfortable I get in a place the mouthier I get (just ask my old co-workers). Sure, most of the time when you call someone a jackass to their face it is taken in stride…here’s the thing, not. always. šŸ™‚ *deep sigh* So, yeah–I was dealt that blow which is the social equivalent of a professional blackballing–The Facebook Deletion

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Anyway, live and learn and really all is going fairly well. I’m tired…but nothing a week off in the sun can’t cure.



good old fashioned smuttery

So due to the boringness of my (supposed) sex life here is a gem I have created for your (and my) pleasure. Enjoy!

She sits on the edge of the bed, fresh from the shower they had shared. His hands covering her with soap. He washed her hair, there wasn’t a pressing need, but a slow growing warmth. They both grabbed towels and went upstairs, giggling, talking about nothing. As he stood there naked she plopped on the bed and with her legs spread looked at him and said, “okay, show me what you got.” He had been saying over and over that he would be the best oral she had ever had. Without a word he dove down to his knees and buried his face into her cunt. It wasn’t just devouring either, it was a slow tease with his tongue. His fingers went inside and his other hand pressed down above her pubic bone aligning her gspot to his fingers. Then he sucked and she flew off the bed. Fingers were busily moving inside…causing an intense pressure, a good pressure. To keep from making too much noise she had crammed a plum into her mouth, now as her screams of pleasure were muffled her teeth peirced the plum and sweet juice filled her mouth. After she had exploded a few times and his face was wet from her juices she called for a break. It was his turn. She took the plum from her mouth and stuffed it into his. He was hard but she really didn’t care. Grabbing a toy, and so pleased from the great oral, that she covered both him and the toy with lube. Slippery is good. The toy easily slid inside him…forcing it deeper, harder, faster…she got a little too into it and he cried out in pain. Immediately backing off, not wanting this to be unpleasant for him she kissed his thighs and gently took his penis into her mouth, slowed down with thrusting and depth and he began to groan. She laid across the bottom of the bed and told him he was to cum on her tits. He tasted her pussy again, and began expertly playing with her clit. Then played while watching her cum and cumming all over her. Giggling, laughing, and completely sated they re-entered the shower and washed all the sticky off. At the end of the shower she looked at him, shook his hand and said, “very good work”. Then there were many giggles and hugs. Afterwards both were hungry and went to a fast food dinner which he, very romantically, bought for her.