First class with the airlines rules. (brought to you by the no shit club.)
Same for manicures and pedicures with Britt.
Adam’s couch is comfy, but beware of bizarre dreams.
Britt’s adorable convertible Mustang is not made for three adult women with enough luggage and computers for a small village.
Hilly is so fucking funny that she makes my sides hurt.
Free stuff for Britt makes her happy, but me and Hilly jealous.
Jared is one hell of a great sport and all around good guy.
Britt’s cat & Adam’s dog are soooo going home with me in my suitcase.
Although I have a nice little digital camera, I don’t use it near enough.
I am really looking forward to the trick or treat fun with D & E.
So I guess what I am trying to say is “Life is good here in Florida.”
Happy Halloween.
Today is the day!!! Yes, I am three exclamation points excited. Probably more so. I have a 9:30 flight outta the Burgh, headed to Avitable’s Halloween party in Florida. (First class seating…wahoo!) Gonna crash at Britt’s house and enjoy some vacation time, which includes enjoying walking around with her kids while they beg for candy Friday night. LOVE trick or treating, but I promise I won’t dress up. Poor kids will probably be embarrassed by all the adults with them in the first place.
Before you ask, no, I still don’t really have a costume for the party. I have a few ideas, but looks like Friday during the day I might have to do a little running around if I go with the one. The other is easy to throw together and can be done in just a few minutes.
Speaking of dressing up, the other day I dressed up my breasts for HNT Halloween shots…
Yep, non pierced nipple rings. hehe 
However, the fake fucking nipple rings will not be worn to Adam’s party, in fact they will probably not even ever been worn again. I decided that I don’t really like the look on me and they actually kinda hurt.
Tits for Troops asked for everyone to do a Halloween themed photo this week (they publish on Tuesdays). Vixen and Sage have been doing a terrific job recruiting folks to post so I jumped in and recruited Cinderella. She joined the fun, even letting me give her fake tattoos at the office after work.
She was totally rocking the black widow spiders.
And then there was me. Don’t be afraid… 
Enjoy your Thursday. For more HNT fun, go see Os over where it all began and check out the links in his comments. xoxo
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AND, don’t forget about October being Breast Cancer Awareness month. 
Loooooooooooooong and rough day at work plus bourbon for dinner equals short post.
Mmmmmmmmmmm, love that Maker’s Mark.
Interesting that his “personality test” for me showed up with wild, curly red hair, eh?
Click to make more biggie: 
(Special thanks to Hilly for her mad computer skills! Thanks for blurring off my full name and Ambassador number. xoxo)
P.S. If you are not following me on Twitter, you totally should be. I can be found HERE. As I am typing this I am only one little twat away from 2000 messages sent. Way cool.
I love that my family is filled with folks I would pick as friends even if we weren’t already related.
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If you get bored and wanna bowl, check out Halloween bowling.
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I didn’t have my camera at the pumpkin patch because I only thought I was going to lunch. Fortunately Sarah had her iphone. Fucker takes damn good photos for a phone!
The sunflower is only second to the daisy in my book.
Something so comforting about a pumpkin. 
Today my cousin Sarah and I had lunch with our cousin Twinkle Twat. It was a treat to dine with her made even better because her almost three your old son was with us. Bravo was a great choice because of their crayons and paper on the table, plus the waitress was smart enough to bring pizza dough for Aidan to play with. Delicious meal that ended all too early.
We decided to not end the party after lunch, instead heading to Soergel’s in order for Aidan to pick his own pumpkin. Their fall festival is wonderful and has everything from pony rides to a giant bouncy castle to underground slides to hay mazes to tractor drawn hay rides. And more. We had an excellent afternoon, but I wanted to get back in order to watch the 4 PM Steelers game.
Driving back in the perfect fall day (62 degrees and sunny), Sarah and I were chatting away when I considered exceeding the speed limit to pass a slow car. As I started to move into the left lane I caught sight of a state trooper on the left side of the highway, sort of behind some bushes. Instead of passing I drifted the few feet back into the right lane. Too late, he pulled out and eventually caught up to my vehicle, then kept going in the left lane. Got way up ahead of me so we thought he was going after someone who was speeding until we saw him pull off to the left and stop on the shoulder. WTF? We passed the trooper again and eventually he pulled back out, caught up, dropped in behind me and turned on his lights. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Immediately I flipped on a turn signal and pulled onto the right shoulder. The 30 something trooper approached the passenger side as I was reaching across a very pregnant Sarah while rooting in the glove box for my registration. He smiled and started the conversation by saying that he didn’t like the part of his job where he had to be mean. In all honestly I told him that I knew he wasn’t being mean, that my dad was a cop, as was Sarah’s dad, and I appreciated that he was just doing his job. He asked where our dads worked so we both said they each retired from the City of Pittsburgh. Seems my registration was up at the end of August, it is now the end of October, and Mr. I Don’t Wanna Be Mean had already ran my plate so he had to give me a ticket. I nodded in understanding which seemed to encourage Mr. Kindness. He told me to plead not guilty and go to the hearing where he will show up to do his best to persuade the magistrate to find me not guilty because he tries to take care of his brothers’ families. Then he went back to the patrol car to write the ticket. Without even saying a word about me not wearing a seat belt!
Sarah and I were talking and looking at baby stuff she had in her lap, kind of laughing and hoping that he didn’t notice my inspection sticker had also expired. (Yep, I was one hell of a moving violation today. Uggggggggggh. Note to self: register and inspect the damn SUV!) We had barely been alone, maybe less than two minutes, when the cop was back in the window. Kind of scared us that he was back so quickly. Seems he decided against writing the ticket. Didn’t want the trouble. Wha??!?!!! “No, that’s ok. I don’t want you to get in trouble. Just write the ticket.”
He refused. Again I told him that since he ran my plates the powers that be know he pulled me over so he should just write me a ticket. (And fucking quickly, the Steelers game was about to start and I didn’t want to have to speed the fuck home!) Yet he let me go.
On one hand I am grateful because I don’t have massive tickets to pay, yet on the other hand I don’t think preferential treatment should be given to other cops, let alone the families of other cops. BUT, all of that was not what this post was to be about. Nope. All of that reminded me of a story that still cracks me up.
About 18 or 19 years ago my Mom and Dad had separated. It would be an understatement to say that the separation and impending divorce was not friendly. One particularly bad day Mom was speeding while driving right past a city cop. She was overwhelmed and as he stepped to her window. Mom pretty much burst into tears and tried talking her way out of the ticket. She even mentioned being married to a cop. This guy wanted none of it, just her license and registration. He went back to his car, returning with the completed ticket for Mom to sign. As she handed him back the pen she sobbed, “Great! Now I have been fucked by two cops!!”
hehe
Happy Monday.
I did it. Set up a Zazzle store. With magnets and t-shirts. Oh, and a mug. Coz I can.
To check out the store, CLICK HERE. Only problem is that it seems one must log in to view all items for sale. I’m still new at Zazzle so perhaps I will fix that. In the meantime, it was fun playing with the new store.
So this past week I got all brave…brave to the point of posting my oh so not small ass on the internet. Here for Half Nekkid Thursday and also over where it all started. Here in the underwear, over at Osbasso’s place in nothing but a white shirt, fishnets and heels. Although slightly nervous because my body is not as spectacular as Vixen or Biscuit or any number of stunning women who post for HNT, being the Mystery Guest was still something that I wanted to do, as was pushing a personal boundary by putting up a photo of my rear.
So I went for it. Hit publish. Maybe four positive and encouraging comments hit my inbox (yay!). Then nuttin. Not a damn thing. Crickets in the inbox. My normal predominately confident self started to crack a bit and doubt whether or not anyone wanted to see my big old butt. Had I made a mistake? Was I too confident?
Another hour and no more comments. Fuck, they can’t find anything nice to say. Not even anything funny. That’s not good. Another hour. Another nothing.
At lunch I tried to reach Jester’s site and couldn’t get to it. Host Gator was showing a cranky message. Just about then a friend sent me an instant message that they couldn’t reach my site. Seemed my site was down (so THAT is why no comments!), as were all of the sites that Jester hosts.
All I could do was laugh…my butt broke the internet. Plus my butt took down other sites along with my own! How many folks can say that? Os and I had a good laugh about it. We might start selling t-shirts that say “My Butt Broke the Internet” so place your orders now.
(Thanks to Jester for quickly getting us back up and running.)
Now, onto the post I originally wanted to post today:
That magnet is on my fridge. You can clicky to make it bigger. It says:
I AM…
Amazing, the architect of my destiny.
Beautiful, both inside and out.
Courageous, being true to myself.
Dynamic, constantly changing and growing.
Enlightened, knowing all is well with the world.
Fallible, perfectly imperfect.
Grateful, for each and every day.
Healthy, full of energy.
Intuitive, honoring the still small space within.
Joyful, celebrating the truth of my being.
Kindhearted, reaching out to others.
Lovable, exactly as I am.
Miraculous, a precious child of the universe.
Now Here, fully in this moment.
Optimistic, anything is possible.
Prosperous, manifesting abundance.
Quick to build bridges, not walls.
Resourceful, obstacles are my stepping stones.
Spiritual, having a human experience.
Trustworthy, speaking the language of the heart.
Unique, the only me there is, was or ever will be.
Valuable, I make a difference.
Wise, open to all of life’s lessons.
Xcited, about living and loving life.
Young at heart, delightfully childlike.
Zestful, happy to be me!
(A girl can’t help but be happy and confident when such nice things are seen every day.)
Somehow Half Nekkid Thursdays turned into me getting strangers to show me their nipples or into me holding the camera out and taking a photo of my left breast (I am right handed so you keep seeing only the left…sorry) or into me pushing my “hatred of feet boundaries” by showing you my new pedicure. Well my friends, today that is changing. Today I am showing you a different side of me.
Yep, there’s my butt. Can’t believe I am posting it, however there is really no reason not to. So there it is. In fact, I am going to post it in negative as well. Because I can!
Not that I am negative about my butt: 
Ok, another boundary pushed. Only took half a year of me showing various body parts, however I have now showed my ass to the internet.
And I accidentally showed it to a few Amish folks on Tuesday. Wearing only black heels, a skirt and a blouse, I walked from the hotel to the store next door. It was a windy day. Wind kicked up. So did my skirt. Helllllllo, Amish! Woops.
Don’t forget to CLICK HERE to check out the commenters over where HNT all started. Also? Rumor has it that Os has a smoken hot mystery guest this week. Don’t forget to click on the photos over there. hehe
I totally quit the bowling league. All women was not as fun. Those bitches talk too much and it took an hour longer than when I was on the summer league. With people other than just women. The CO-ED summer league.
Yeah, I am a quitter. And I don’t care.
At least I got to listen to Britt & Adam’s show (on Talk Shoe Wednesday nights at 9 PM). Fucking funny stuff. Adam has lost his mind. I like that about him. Britt is passionate. I like that about her. Although my new bloggy crush is Faiqa. Bitch is wicked awesome & did a great job when she called into the show tonight.
Anyhow, check out Britt & Adam’s show. You can download previous shows, but live is way fun. Folks in the chat are hill-larry-us!
You can’t stem the tide, so the way I see it, you have two options:
- Cry;
- Play in the surf and sand.
If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go splash in the waves…
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