Holy Tired.

Hey folks. Sorry the smut has been, well, a lackin’ of late. I haven’t even had time to rub one out for almost a week. Probably indicative of the amount of shopping I have been doing. When I’m sexually satisfied, I am pretty damn chill and hate shopping. When I haven’t cum in a long time I buy a metric crap ton of (in this instance) craft supplies. I am embossing, stamping, embroidering, and bead stringing up a fucking storm lately. It’s…lame.

For the last week or so I have been “moonlighting” (shit, is that even a phrase anymore?) at yet another job. Mold abatement. Great Good Gods I cannot explain how much I HATE indoor air quality work. Although to be fair I hate ergonomics more. I’ve always been a ‘heavy industry’ gal (I know there is a vibrator joke in there…I’m just too tired to make it go). Anyway, the whole thing where office workers get chilly due to the a/c and then they start doing shit like propping open doors and taping closed vents…grrrr, don’t. fucking. do. that. Also, whenever you take a 200 year old building, put in a drop ceiling, randomly place drywall over an old bathroom, have some sort of special education program design the HVAC system, store a metric crap-ton of old molding documents, prop the doors open because you’re “too cold” and tape the vents closed to help “warm up”—keeping in mind this is a tropical fucking island do not be shocked by the mold problem.

Just. Saying.

Anywhoodle…I am pooped.

The husband shows up on Wednesday. I am a lot nervous, a little excited, and a whole bunch of fucking freaked out about the potential of accidentally getting knocked up since they yanked out my IUD. Wouldn’t that be awful!!! I’m still trying to decide if this marriage is going to work out. So, I’m picking up condoms on the off chance I get to get laid.

Next weekend, if there are no jobs going on…I want to stay very very still for the whole weekend. Although, I can say working with a dozen of 20-something sexy guys has not been ALL bad. J

Muah!

Gnite.

>Wooooooo!

>I. Am. A. Party. Animal!

Wooooo!

Additionally, allow me to explain my stupidity.

So, I can hold my own in a group of dudes. I mean, I can put on a great professional face for the client and articulate myself well in a composed manner from a sound scientific position, however-stick me in a room (or rooms) with a group of laborers and I can truly hold my own. I will one-up them on naughty comments, have needed tools, know their use, crawl into inspection ports with no regard for cleanliness, etc.

And…in theory, I can outdrink a lot of them. I can certainly talk a good game anyway. Wanna know what I am doing on this rocking saturday night? That's right, I am watching bad tv while doing embroidery. Yeah, I'll take it easy, I know these crafts can be hard core.

Now, as to my stupidity. I tried to make my blackberry work faster by deleting a bunch of programs. Turns out–when you delete your operating system it causes ALL sorts of problems.

Sooo, back to my exciting evening. Please note–I am not complaining–this is exactly where I want to be. I just realized that there is a group of insulators out there who think I am out at a bar, drinking, dancing (probably on a bar), and carousing when in fact I am blogging, embroidering, drinking water, and watching (wait for it) Gilmore Girls.

Shooosh!!! You know you are jealous.

😛

~hugs~

Heather

>They Are Everywhere!!

>Haha-dont worry, I haven't gone schizophrenic yet. But seriously, the millipedes are EVERYWHERE. In my bed, in my shoes, in my car, on my car, on my couch, crunch-squish-underfoot. I am SO over these damn things.

Oh. And tonight the ants have taken over my bed.

Somedays living in the rainforest aint all it's cracked up to be.

Besides that, work is…well, its friggin' busy.

Nope-still no "official" job–i even got ballsy enough to ask my poor beleaguered boss about it today. Seriously, every time I see that guy I think–poor bastard. His like has become budgets and meetings and he looks beat-up.

I have an office! I actually have an office, a lab, and another lab. Sounds fancy-pants don't it? Yeah, it's not. But I share an office with my sarcastic co-worker and I LOVE IT!!! He probably hates it but it is SO nice being around people again.

I thrive on busy-ness and people around me.

Anyway, there is my update.

Miss everyone a lot!!!

-H.

>Crunch! Squish! Eww!

>”Crunch, Squish, “Eww”!” has been felt/heard around this apartment quite often in the last few weeks. Millipedes have been all over. As you may or may not be aware I often catch and release insects and other critters, not because I’m concerned about their welfare but more the “squish” factor. The larger the body of the insect the ickier it is to squish em. So, when a giant tree cockroach comes sauntering into the house I am much more likely to capture it and send it outside. So, these (damn) Gungalas (millipedes) are EVERYWHERE and my feet are tattooed with imprints from their poor sad little squished bodies. Their ichor tends to stain which lasts a little over a week. The sensation of unintentionally crushing an exoskeleton with the accompanying squelch is not something I wish for anyone.

There is no real point to this post except that every stupid time I step on a stupid millipede I think, “I really need to write about this”.
So I did.
Anyway, all is well, things are going good. Been busy, but busy is good.
Love ya’ll
-H.

>…everyone hold hands…

>Today was interesting. Actually this whole week has been interesting.

This week began the yearly "asbestos refresher training". I actually enjoy taking time and getting to know all the insulators. It makes my job smoother throughout the year and they are a fun group of dudes.

Well, this year we are getting a whole new crop of asbestos insulators. They are training all week (as opposed to refresher training which is usually just a day). On Monday during my Asbestos Supervisor Refresher training the power went out in the refinery. I took that time to go and chatter with the new asbestos insulators. Talked about their concerns and spent time joking with them. It was easier talking to a room full of people in the pitch dark and I had WAY too much fun calling them on their random double standards regarding women. 🙂

So, today I stopped in to check on training progress and got put on the spot by the instructor–can we visit your lab?

Uh. Okay. FIELD TRIP!!!!

So I go over there and the 20 insulators follow in A YELLOW SCHOOL BUS.

Grown men. School bus.

Then they all tried to crowd into the tiny lab. I explained we were going to have to do this one at a time. I showed them all what it looks like under the microscope and it was fun. They were excited to be there. Loved learning.

Then I had to rush off to a different training session where there is one lady I want to backhand as she is snotty.

So, I'm pretty sure today is as close is I ever wanna get to being a teacher.

🙂

Now remember the buddy system on your next field trip!

😀

>Essential Truths of Heather

>

Okay, here is a bunch of crap I have had in my phone to try to flesh out into full blog postings. Obviously, that system ain’t working so here you go. My insanely lame notes on my life. 🙂
muah!
-H.
  • only if I pick at a scab in a visible location (i.e. face) will my boss or some other important official person show up as I try to staunch what immediately seems to be arterial bleeding.
  • there is never enough diet coke
  • there are never enough jumpring keychains. They are insanely useful and everyone should spend a dollar and get 5 at the hardware store.
  • Always keep duct tape in your car. Seriously. Then, when you have no rope and someone tied something up there that isn’t going to stay ~coughmattresscough~ you can fold the duct tape together and make rope and ACTUALLY tie stuff down.
  • Amtrak will never stop sending me emails.

>I Ain’t Dead!!

>Sorry, I know it’s been a while. I don’t have an excuse but I can honestly say I wasn’t feeling overly funny or even overly happy for that matter. Thankfully I am over it. 🙂 Turns out I had an infection I had been fighting for a while and a magical z-pack pilfered from an unauthorized source has put me back into my normal sarcastic pain in the ass happy mood. 🙂

Now, I am NOT suggesting anyone take non-prescribed drugs however if your choice is a slightly expired full course of antibiotics you have taken in the past with no problems or a doctors appointment in 3 weeks…well, we all make our choices.
So, what’s been happening with Heather? You guessed it. Not flippin’ much. I recently started a new campaign called “make some damn friends”. Which surprisingly step one of such a program was “leave. my. couch”. Well, let’s just say, that was freakin’ exhausting.
Although I do have some lovely friend prospects and I have really made myself known at a certain beer drinking pig bar. Apparently (ahahahahahaha) they thought I was really shy because I always read a book. Well, one afternoon I was all in a mood and telling stories and showing pictures and….well, uh, yeah, now they know the real me. 🙂
My boss is on vacation. So are a few other high up folks at the refinery. This has caused me to fully believe in magic because every single day last week SOMETHING happened. So, I think my sarcastic co-worker and myself have decided that our boss is never allowed to leave island again.
So, that’s about it. The dogs are doing well, the cat keeps killing things and leaving them in the shower for me–so that’s nice. I turned on the air conditioning this weekend because I had so much indoor typing to do. So all the animals are laid out in the stream of the cold-maker with serious day long napping. 🙂
love and hugs to everyone!
-H.

and blegh.

hello.

Hi.

fuck.

you ever have so much to do your head wants to implode?  and nothing you need to do appeals to you to do?  Like, you will scrub your house from top to bottom to avoid doing it, and clean, polish, re-oil, and refinish the majority of your knife collection?

yeah.  that was my day.  accomplishing a lot of stuff that didn’t need to be done and a whole big ass pile of stuff that needs to be done still sitting there.

But thankfully these days I have a Demon to keep me on track here.  Even if I don’t feel like writing he bemoans regular porn for my musings.  🙂  Flattering as hell.  Meanwhile my “g-rated” blog is suffering because, well, people don’t really wanna read “so, work is hard, the island is fucking small, I miss taco bell, and no I still don’t know why my “husband” hasn’t moved here yet”.

Anywhoodle, love all ya’ll.

-H.

Ask Haven!

Having lived my life as more of a horrible warning than a good example I don’t honestly consider myself qualified to give advice.  However, I’m a very open person and that seems to cause people who know me to ask.  I have answered many a question from how to get a girl off, how to ask someone to do you a different way, and how to masturbate better.  These were easy questions.   Recently I was asked a question that I am really not sure how to answer.  At least not how to answer it clearly.

But, I’m giving it a whirl:

I am a happily married man. But I have a little lady whom I have been flirting outrageously with over the past year. We have both been quite dirty with each other over email and text. We have only kissed each other once in the flesh. However, her hairdresser, is a girl I once pulled a fair bit. The hairdresser is now bi. Both myself and this girl  fancy the hairdresser and want a threesome with her, how do we go about it? We don’t see this girl really socially as such, but both have occasional contact with her.

Havens Advice

Besides the obvious advice regarding you being married in a non-open marriage and morality and blah blah blah blah blah…sorry, I can’t go any further in this comment without stating my personal view that based upon personal experience, observation, and spending the majority of my time with men and not women here is what I know.  The majority of men cheat; and quite a big percentage of women also cheat.  It has been also noticed that the higher the education level of the men tends to equal less cheating BUT I haven’t noticed a trending regarding education and its impact on a woman’s infidelity.  However, all of my experience is just that *my* experience.  Take it at it’s worth.  You have to be comfortable taking the karmic hit for you’re choices.  No judgement here.

Now, onto a DANGER DANGER warning:  Women. Are. A. Pain. In. The. Ass.  Shit, ask Polly.  She and I laughed and laughed over our experiences with the gentler sex.  I love my men and women equally; however it is a very rare woman who can maintain a sex only relationship.  This leaves me in a quandary which I shall now explain.  I can either hook up with a lady where I end up being the aggressor and getting them off and them saying thanks and leaving me wet and frustrated OR I can be in a relationship with a woman, get off, but have to commit a lot of time to the relationship.  Sex with women can be amazing…however once you are in a relationship with a woman there are feelings involved.  It’s just how they work (yeah, I am a woman, but seriously–I’m an odd one. ).  Anyway, you are considering a hook-up with not one–but two.   And dude.  That is a LOT of work.  Not to mention it doubles the chance of ending up with a bunny boiler (bunny boiler = home wrecker/stalker/insanely clingy).   Also on the side of reasons to bail on the whole idea is that just because someone is bi doesn’t mean they are into threesomes.  I mean, I am…but as I have said before (and will say again), I’m a little bit different than your average chic.

Now that all the reasons not to have been explored; here are some steps towards getting those ladies to bed.  Ready?

-first off–begin flirting in some sort of email/text format with the hairdresser.  Feel her out one-on-one in regards to whether she would be interested in fucking you again.  I recommend getting yourself a pre-paid phone with a separate number.

-so, now that you are flirting and have found out where she is in regards to YOU.  Ask her how things have been going with the ladies.  Ask her if she knows your flirt-buddy.   Then begin texting both of them together.  See how that works.

-so, you are all chatting now.  yay!  Time for groundrules.  Make sure they are both aware you have chosen your primary partner.  That this is just experimentation and fun.  Make sure they know this is a one-off.  Plan for it to only be for one time.  Again, make it VERY clear that this does not nor will it EVER become a relationship.  with either of them.  Having flirted with you before sir I know that you are intense. And that one night a bazillion years ago branded you deeply into my heart and brain and I wanted you BAD.  You are a prime candidate for a bunny boiler.

-Now everyone has agreed.  It seems business-like but the planning is critical.  Make sure you meet up with them bringing your own supplies…condoms, alcohol, more condoms, more alcohol and lube.  Then, before you start drinking, confirm everyone is okay, confident, and not in love.  Then, start drinking, laughing, tasting, and lose yourself in the moment.  Because it does feel good.  Change condoms between women as well as between holes. 🙂

I hope this helped luv!

muah!

-Haven

>Ha!

>I have found the key to happiness. Sure, I don't get another weekday off for 7 months BUT today (people–get excited), today I found at Office Max a giant tub of individually wrapped twizzlers and a box of purple pens.
~performs happy dance~
The twizzlers just make me happy because they are delicious and I haven't had a piece of licorice the whole time I've been on island (I've only seen ginormous bags of twizzlers for like $20-i couldn't commit to that many).
The purple pens make me happy cause 1. they were $2 for 12 of them and 2. They are going to make my sarcastic co-worker a little more insane. Some of my greatest joys in life are hearing him say in a shocked hissing tone, "inappropriate" at one of my horrifyingly inappropriate stories or when he stomps around the lab stating–"why are there no NORMAL-colored pens here!"

Sleep well ya'll!