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Wednesday, April 30, 2008


That's how many grains of rice have been donated to the United Nations World Food Programme over at Freerice since it's beginning in October of 2007... click on the logo and go add some, m'kay?

Help end world hunger

Today should be wordless, but...

We are looking for alternate fuels to end our dependance on fossil fuels...

So what do we focus on? Food.

People are starving all over the world... families in our countries have a hard time sending their kids off to school with a full stomach and instead of feeding them, we feed our cars.


My ten year old book-monster wonders if this is wise... I honestly don't know what to answer. Looks like I have some research to do.

I love you all more than my luggage!
Hugs, smooches and gropes!

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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

it's raining...

but in 3 more sleeps I get to see my honey... squeeeeeeee!

That's enough to make the sun shine babies!

Photobucket Now I have to start packing some shoes... ;)

Love you all more than my luggage!
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Sunday, April 27, 2008

Have you lost your mind???

I spent some time this morning chatting with a dear friend and he planted a seed in my head... I was complaining that my life was a bit boring and that I didn't know what to post about lately. He suggested I get out and try new things - like last year's “Lobster Jacuzzi” and the time I resorted to lobstercide. For my Dad, I sucked it up and tried something new . You can read about my encounter with Morty and Saul here - I decided to name them... (the part about the lobsters is at the end...).

His suggestion for a fun new thing was: waterskiing.

Of course, my first thought was... um, NOOOO!

Why, you ask? (and if you didn't ask, I don't care, I'm gonna tell you anyway... so there!)

One, I like to look cute and I can't picture myself looking cute whilst waterskiing. I don't look cute in a bathing cap and butterfly wings, screaming and being dragged through water like snapping turtle or shark bait.

Two, I like wearing bikinis (reference number one and my desire to be cute)... I don't think there's enough engineering know-how on the planet that will allow for a bikini (a cute bikini) that can hold it's own against the water pressure exerted on a bathing suit when you fall off your skis and are dragged through the water like snapping turtle or shark bait. With my luck, I'd end up with the bottom wrapped around my face like a squid and the top would become a Mickey Mouse hat.

Three, this one follows directly from number two (novel eh?)... I'm afraid of ending up with an enema as there will no longer be a bikini bottom protecting me whilst I'm being dragged through the water like snapping turtle or shark bait after I fall off my skis.

Four, I know I'll end up swallowing a bunch of water while I'm being dragged through the water like snapping turtle or shark bait after falling off my skis... and I KNOW what people do in that water. BLECH!

Five, snapping turtles and sharks. Enough said.

I don't even think this video can convince me...

So, what kind of sport don't you want to try, and why? What kind of new things do you suggest I try?

If you can come up with valid reasons why I should go waterskiing, by all means... let me know!

Love you all more than my luggage!
Hugs, smooches and gropes!

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Friday, April 25, 2008

And the SURPRISE goes to...

I'm telling you, this was a hard choice. Now I understand the agony that Doc must go through trying to pick a winner worthy of his peach (that sounds wrong doesn't it...)

I was having a rough week and I REALLY needed a good laugh (today will also be a zoo but hopefully not quite as much... oh no, I've just tempted the "Fates"... crap-in-a-hat!). And all y'all kindly delivered!

There are some seriously sick and twisted gifted and funny folks out there and I'm glad you were around to cheer me up.

I snorted Pepsi up my nose (Thanks a million Roger!), I let out a loud HA! (and caused the clerk who has a desk near my office to poke her head in to see if I was ok - Lu'... that was your doing) and I ended up smiling for a good part of my day and evening (which also had to do with my HABS winning last night- phew!) because of everyone of you (even you Sage just cause you're you) ... but I had to pick one:

The honours go to Coopernicus for a caption that I could actually hear in my head being spoken by a very proper Englishman on the BBC (or someone from Monty Python) which GREATLY enhances the experience:

"Direct from the West Hamptonshire University Team Charades Finals, this year's third place winner The Belton-Hatchley Family with their configuration of Bridge Over Troubled Water."

So, as I said, the winner gets a SURPRISE! and this...

Now for the surprise part... if you want it (and are willing to reveal your identity to moi), I have a little gift for Coop. But it has to be sent via snail mail, so to receive part deux of your prize (it's smaller than a breadbox but bigger than a lady bug) e-mail me your coordinates my friend and I'll head to the post office this weekend!

I greatly enjoyed this and I know I'll do it again (it's as good as having a guest poster!)

I'm one week away from being with my honey *sigh* and this song made me frolic around the house as I was getting ready this morning and sets the tone for today's mood... enjoy and dance! Go on... it can't be worse that the neo paleolithic dance troup (that was VERY funny Travis!).

Have a great Friday babies!

Love you all more than my luggage!
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Thursday, April 24, 2008

I wanna know...

I'm just not feeling it. I walked away from my computer last night uninspired and annoyed.

"But it's HNT!", I thought. And I just didn't feel it.

So I thought I'd put up a picture (that I found at random) and let you all come up with a caption for it... whoever is funniest, wins something I haven't decided on yet a SURPRISE!

Here goes... (hey! They're half nekkid.... although I have NO clue who they are)

Please make me laugh! PLEASE!

Oh... You get points for originality and straying from the obvious BTW...

Love you all more than my luggage!
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I’m ashamed…

WARNING... I’M ANNOYED AND THERE IS TALK OF SPORTS IN THIS POST (but there’s something else at the end worth your time).

I witnessed some shameful behaviour on the part of so-called fans aka fanatics last night after the Habs went back to their season winning style in game 7 of their series and pulled off a shut-out (THANK YOU Carey Price!!!) to clinch the series and move to the next challenge.

I’m a born and bred, died in the wool, blood runs red-white-and-blue Habs fan. It’s family tradition. No matter if they win or lose, I love my team and I’m proud of it’s long and illustrious history.

I want to apologize to my team for the behaviour of some misguided, intoxicated, poorly raised arses and the way they tarnished my team, my city, the rest of Habs Nation and sports fans in general.

What kind of fan does this? Are they even fans at all? In the old days, the great days of La Sainte Flanelle, we took each of these victories as a step towards the ultimate prize… Lord Stanley’s Cup. The playoffs aren’t over, we have not won the cup (yet- a girl can hope) and we have miles to go before we can start chanting “25” (The Habs have won 24 cups over the years- I witnessed a few of them and they are making a run for this one). The Habs won their best-of-seven quarter-final series.. not the cup. They still have to win 12 games to bring that cup “home”… easier said than done.

After the riot, 16 people were arrested on numerous counts, among them 2 17 year olds and a 14 year old… FOURTEEN!

Many people are asking why… It’s on every radio station’s morning show and will carry through to afternoon call-in shows and be discussed ad nauseum in an attempt to answer that very question. You look at the age group that participated in this, you wonder about the level of intoxication, you ask where the hell were those teenagers’ parents? Basically, you ask: WTF!!!

This is but one facet of what has become the sports fanatic. There are many ugly sides.

I want my daughter to experience the pride that comes with the Cup win. But I’ve told her how ashamed I am of what happened last night and that I question what kind of idea of “sportsmanship” those miscreants were brought up with…
In sports, one team plays the best game (sometimes that day- sometimes it’s a reflection of the season) and bests the other and one team ends up losing… but I’ll give props to The Bruins who fought the good fight and tried to come back from a deficit but just weren’t in the long run able to sustain it. I celebrate my team’s win (not the other team’s loss). This was a hockey fan’s beauty of a series... hockey at its best.

There is a great deal of research into the sports fan and fanatics phenomenon which titillates someone with a psych background like myself. Are riots like this and other anti-social behaviour often engaged in by “fans” caused by deindividuation? A phenomenon by which “people lose their self-awareness and have decreased concern for how others around them evaluate their actions” (Mann, et al., 1982). People have done shameful things in the name of being a sports fan… thinking it’s harmless.

We have to start thinking about how we’re going to deal with the next matches… What are the measures we have to put in place to avoid this kind of stupidity.

I don’t know what went wrong, but I’ve seen some behaviour in fans that I don’t like… this kind of crap, bleacher creatures, opponent bashing…. So, I’ll do what I can to guide my Chicklet so she focuses on the good stuff. It’s all I can do really.

That, and fly my HABS flag high and proud. :)

Thanks for a great series boys… now let’s regroup, learn from our stumbles in this series and tackle, or is it cross-check ;-) the next one!

On a positive note…

Earth Day aka the important stuff…

If you’re at a computer and you don’t know today is Earth Day you’ve been playing too many games, dude.

There are many ways you can have a positive impact on the environment and improve your environmental footprint.

Sign up for online bills. This allows you to reduce waste and the need to recycle – which by the way, is NOT available everywhere (I KNOW Newman will get upset with me for this… but hey, let him go postal. Besides, I’m not pulling a Kramer asking ALL my mail to be stopped).

Find out about composting. It’s a great way to make whatever doesn’t qualify as edible left-overs (assuming the food was edible in the first place) and your kitchen waste work for you. You won’t have to buy chemical fertilizers, no bagging of lawn cuttings (free-up landfill space) and you’ll be saving your money and the environment… If you think that can’t really make a difference, 24% of the municipal waste stream in the U.S. is made up of yard trimmings and food residuals. Think about it.
For more info on composting: in Canada and in the U.S.

Find out how to block unwanted mail from heading strait to your recycle bin… Because paper can’t end up in your compost bin.

Try to wash your clothes in cold water, using phosphate free cleaners and really ask yourself if it needs laundering… and if you can, line-dry your clothes. Less energy is used up, you might be able to reduce waste water generated and there’s something great about sleeping in line-dried sheets. If you can’t line-dry because of too much dirt where you live, that should be incentive enough to do what you can to be greener.

If you can, plant a garden (you have to use that compost somewhere!) and while you try and reduce your CO2 emissions by driving around less, you’ll be planting things that will absorb some of that CO2 you can’t eliminate… plus it’s seriously pretty AND there’s nothing like fresh veggies on your table. Get the kiddos involved!

I’ll let everyone else bombard you with other ‘green’ solutions…

Enjoy the day , I hope the sun is shining in your neck of the woods. (Watch out for UV rays though…)

Love you all more than my luggage!
Hugs, smooches and gropes!

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Saturday, April 19, 2008

I wonder..


Thursday, April 17, 2008


I've got nothing.

Guess I lost my signal... maybe I need a "converter" or a "magic box" or something.

I'll be back when I find my funny bone again, or when I actually think this is worth a hoot.

Oh.. and if anyone knows how to completely overhaul this place, give me a shout.


Love you all more than my luggage!
Hugs, smooches and gropes!


Monday, April 14, 2008

Mo's Manic Monday - Bud

Bud.... hmmmm...

Okay, so I decided to close my eyes and see where this word would lead me.

Oddly enough, as much as I'd love for spring to finally get it's sh*t in gear (yes, I used an asterisk because I have no intention of calling Mother Nature out again and ending up with a snowstorm), what came to mind was not this:

And despite how much time I spent chatting yesterday, I also didn't come up with this either:

So, what popped into my head?

'Nip it in the Bud'... also known as: deal with a problem while it's small before it has the opportunity to grow into something serious.

Not an easy thing to do... but it sure does save a lot of aggravation and heartache. I think it's one of those wise sayings (even though apparently Barney Fife kept saying it.. and he was just plain old silly) like : 'never go to bed angry'.

This is really more about not letting feelings of hurt and anger sit there thinking they'll magically disappear... they won't.. unless you stop caring of course.

So folks, if you have any, tie up your loose ends... or you might end up tripping on them like Jack Tripper and end up in some poor woman's cleavage... hmmmmmmmm... wait... that's a bad thing, right? ;)

Join in the fun and say hey to Mo over at It's a Blog Eat Blog World... mkay?

Love you all more than my luggage!
Hugs, smooches and gropes!

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Sunday, April 13, 2008

Smooches are GOOD!

I'd like to thank Mt Cat for leaving a lovely little present for me this morning... and all I had to do was enjoy playing with his post on Friday (yes people, his post, get your minds out the gutter... sheesh!). He asked us to come up with retirement community names and my fellow players and I really had fun with this. Some mighty funny and cool people hang out with the "Us People" over there!

So far I got my hands on his peaches (when he subbed for a vacationing Doc and hosted the Tuesday Word Challenge) and now I get a SMOOCH! WOOOOOOOOO!!!

Last week I got to play the first ever Hall of Fame edition of the Tuesday Word Challenge... it was craziness I tell you.. like Midnight Madness sales at Spatula City! ;)

Do yourselves a favour and go play with Doc and Mt Cat (out of the gutter.. good grief).

Their years of friendship really do show when you spend enough time there, especially the comment section. I don't know why some folks don't realize that some of the most interesting stuff on a blog happens in the comment section, it's like a clubhouse really...

Love you all more than my luggage!
Hugs, smooches and gropes!

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Friday, April 11, 2008

girls wanna have fun

Hey! Somebody finally gets my snarkiness for what it is (with the exception of my chosen recipient for this award) and actually gives me kudos for it... hehehe!

Recently, I've had the immense pleasure of interacting with this amazing, funny, hot chick... Leighann. She's a kindred spirit. You have to think fast with this one, but it's always a blast (and as tough as she can be... I know she's really a softie).

She saw fit this week to bestow upon yours truly this award:

Here's what she had to say about me:

"And last but not least, Anndi. She's a spicy little vixen who's going to get her ass beat as soon as her plane arrives great gal who gets my sense of humor and no matter how fast I dish shit out, she gives it right back to me. Oh yeah, she also participates in Half Nekkid Thursday! "

*giggle and blush*

I was honored to be in the company of the two awesome chicks she chose for this... the funny as hell and fellow smartass extraordinaire Lulita and the cooler than cool Dana and fantastic half nekkid Thursdayer (is that a word?). I seriously pink puffy heart these 3 women...

So.. thought I'd pass along the good juju to:


She's a great blogger, a fantastic blogtalk radio host, a sultry participant of Half Nekkid Thursdays... but most of all, one of the best people to ever walk into my life (she gives kickass gropes and smooches by the way - real ones!) and I simply love her. I couldn't ask for a better friend (and no, I am not all misty eyed as I write this since I'm not a softie).

This is the kind of sound I associate with Turnbaby....

and babe, you ARE getting a Sunday Kind of Love, and it's about time! For both of us. SMOOCH!

At any given time, people may be overwhelmed with too much real life crap... and sometimes, we end up with blinders on because what's going on is just too damn intense. But true friends find their way back to one another, always.

Turnbaby has shown me a very important dimension of friendship... one that very few people possess. So many say they love their friends "warts and all and that they don't try to change them"... very few actually walk the walk. Turnbaby sashays and bounces (*giggle* and is that ever fun to watch) her way through that in the most sincere and delicious way. If I didn't love my honey so much I'd probably fall in love with her.

She knows I'm not a coddler. I get it from my Mom. It can be tough sometimes being my friend. If people don't take the time to really get to know me, they tend to misinterpret what I say. I possess very few filters. If you want an honest answer, I'll give it. She knows this and still hangs with me (ok, I know my gropes can be real good, but it can't be just because of that...*wink*)

It sucks (and not in the good way) that she's so far away from me... because there's nothing I'd love more than to spend time talking about anything and everything with her, sharing a cocktail ( I already know she'll take care of me if I need her) and drooling over righteous shoes. Of course, the world probably isn't ready for a ton of Turnbaby and Anndi together time *giggle*

I love you my dearest, sweetest friend... thank you.

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

HNT - ticklish

Soft... vulnerable... waiting...

Don't forget to check out Osbasso at the HNT home... Visit a few other nekkids! Like Turnbaby and a fond(led) memory!

Love you all more than my luggage!
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Wednesday, April 09, 2008

another year...

About this time last year I wrote a post that was born of memories... Memories that were both joyful and painful.

As my sidebar states, I live somewhere near Montreal. I listen to the rock station here (CHOM Rocks!), and every year they hold a radiothon for The Montreal Children's Hospital.

Today is the first day of the radiothon and I'm home with my Chicklet who has a fever and a tummy ache (probably a version of the flu I had about a week ago). My heart breaks as I listen to parents recount their losses, for not all stories have a happy ending. But one thing is constant in all their stories... there are angels walking among us in that very hospital, and their support through the most difficult times a parent can be faced with bring renewed faith that there is good in the world.

Here's the story I shared in that post... with a few minor edits. (You can read the original here if you're so inclined)

Hope... give... life... angels... better days

December 24th, 1997.

Christmas Eve. I sit up in bed, surrounded by darkness, and it hits me. I get out of bed and make my way to the washroom, as quickly as I can waddle. It feels like the child I’m carrying is trying to push my bladder up through my right nostril and if I don’t get there soon, the Great Flood of the Saguenay back in 1996 will look like a someone spilled a glass of water.

As I open the door I come face to face with the man responsible for the basketball that has slowly been inflating itself under the skin of my previously flat stomach (have I mentioned that basketball was invented by James Naismith, a Canadian?) and start doing the pregnant woman’s version of the peepee dance.

We exchange a quick nervous glance and he knows.. if he doesn’t move, I’ll run over his 6ft 190 pound frame on my way to relief (a few friends have experienced a mild version of sudden impact with me.. and I all but knocked a few of them down).

Um, sorry dear reader, you are NOT following me in here.

*door closes*

*hum the theme to Jeopardy here as you wait or look for Waldo in the bus at the top of the blog*

OH NO! I remember that I’m actually not supposed to go this morning.. have to keep it in if I can as per doctor’s instructions and of course the father-to-be chimes in with that very comment as I am about to sit down.

Ok.. you can come in now… Might as well start washing up.

As I stand in front of the sink brushing my teeth, I stare at the woman in the mirror. Who is this slightly puffy faced woman standing before me? Man am I glad I’m not her… I don’t want to be in her shoes.. wait… wool socks. Not today…

The phone rings, he answers, I pretend I’m not interested… it’s Mom.. oh now I’m really not interested. I want to crawl back into bed and pretend today never came. I especially want to go pee, but that ain’t happening either.

He hands me the phone with a sheepish smile, kisses my forehead and whispers “it’s your mother”. **cue sinister music here**

The following takes place in French, so I’ll translate.

“Hi mom”
“No, I haven’t listened to the traffic report”
“A jam huh?”
“I’ll be ready in 30 minutes, I just need to find a tent to wear and I’ll be good to go”
“Yes mom, I’ll be sure and wear nice underwear”
“no Mom, I didn’t go pee”
“ok, see you in 30 minutes”

I have dear reader, as a courtesy, spared you the other end of the conversation which was quite long and filled with numerous admonishments and instructions, and talk of what the neighbor’s daughter had done lately (or something to that effect). My mother had a tendency to become chatty when nervous, or should I say chattier.

My child’s father-to-be stands in the doorway waiting for me to hang up. And when I do, eyes rolling and head spinning, he walks up to me, hugs me and asks me to call him as soon as it’s done. He turns quickly, I hear him sniffle and heads out to go to work.

I have an appointment at Montreal’s Children’s Hospital for an ultrasound. They want to look at my baby's heart.

I’d been having a lot of contractions lately and since my due date was Valentine’s Day and a while away, my OBGYN , a lovely slip of a woman who although little had a look in her eye that told you she was the kind of person that could rival Atlas in world shouldering duties, had me regularly scheduled for fetal monitoring at the hospital where I was to give birth.

It was during one of those routine visits that the nurse had heard something that made her frown, stand perfectly still and close her eyes.

Have you ever wondered why we do that? Closing our eyes when we want to listen better? Goes against everything your mother told you doesn’t it: “look at me when I talk to you!”. I of course, have never used that line on my child or the big grown middle-aged babies I work with (I much prefer “Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial” when it comes to them).

There was a skip in my baby’s heartbeat.

And my heart sank.

I think it may have stopped beating altogether for a few minutes as I held my breath. My doctor was informed and I had to go back the next day so she could listen to it herself.

That’s when she told me she was going to send me to The Montreal Children’s Hospital for an ultrasound of my child’s heart. The appointment was made and I was surprised how quickly I had been given one. Which didn’t reassure me one bit.

I am standing in the kitchen by myself on Christmas Eve morning, desperately needing to pee but holding it in, wanting a big ass cup of coffee, in my pyjamas, looking at the bedroom door across the hall, my feet unable to move, knowing I had to get dressed and ready…

Next thing I know I’m sitting in my mother’s car, cursing the seatbelt for adding that extra bit of pressure I needed to make my holding it in a complete experience. I thought it couldn't be any harder to hold it in until we hit a pothole (I swear Jimmy Hoffa was in that pothole) and I start wondering if my mother ever got her seats scotchguarded.

I’m quiet during the trip and my mother feels the need to ensure that sound waves will indeed fill every single moment of the trip.

We park the car in a lot near the hospital and we make our way through snowbanks and slush towards the entrance. I waddle elegantly (yeah right) and we walk in looking for admission.

We go through the whole process of registering, I'm directed to the proper floor and told where to go. The lady sees I am nervous and reaches out, in that moment I feel I have made a friend for life... that an angel has touched my hand.

In was the first in a series of celestial contacts.

I meet the nurse who greats me with a soft smile, introduces herself to my Mom and leads us to a blue room full of equipment. She asks me if I've managed to hold it in. Proudly I say yes .. ''but I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to''. She laughs and tells me we'll get started in a few minutes. She has a lovely lilting laugh and I know I have met angel number 2.

I sit on the examination table and take the gown she hands me telling me she'll give me a couple of minutes to slip it on and then the doctor will come in and get things started.

Mom stays with me, I put on the gown (it's surprisingly soft). And I wait...

The nurse peaks in and checks on me and the doctor follows her in. He steps up to the side of the examination table and extends his hand as he introduces himself and starts explaining the process. ''Of course you've had an ultrsound before, this one will allow us to get a good view of the baby's heart''. At this moment I feel the need to blurt out that I don't know the baby's sex and would really like it to stay that way. He smiles and looks at Mom who would love to know and says ''well, Grandma, looks like you're not going to find that out today now doesn't it.. ''.

I have to say, the staff at this hospital are some of the most caring and compassionnate people I've ever met, it's a hallmark of the Montreal Children's Hospital.

I'm helped onto my back and the lights are dimmed a bit, it's actually quite soothing. The equipment is turned on, the nurse lifts up the gown and the jelly wasn't even cold. Now that's a detail my full bladder appreciates.

I look at the monitor and I have no idea what I'm seeing. It seems like at eternity and he finally says ''this is your baby's heart''. I can see the rapid beating.. my baby's heart. The most beautiful thing. I feel Mom's hand on my foot but I can't tear my eyes away from the screen.

''It's normal, a beautiful strong heart''.

No truer words have ever been spoken, my girl has shown me how beautiful her heart is. She has throughout her 9 years taught me so much.

My baby...

I can't tell you how it felt, there are no words. An expecting mother's deepest fear is that something will go wrong. My baby's heart is perfectly formed, and I am surrounded by angels.

My daughter is now 10, basically healthy and is currently reading in bed. Other parents aren't so lucky.

I'll be calling in today, to give. To give back.

Love you all more than my luggage!
Hugs, smooches and gropes!

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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

it helps when someone makes you laugh

My honey sent me just the thing to make me laugh my ass off... he's the best man I could ever hope for.

Here's a little funny folks...

A co-worker got a pen stuck inside our printer. He started to try and remove the pen, but I told him we don't have time for that now, just put a note on the printer telling folks not to use it and then report it to the Help Desk. So he grabbed a piece of paper and scrawled on it. I left before he finished the note.

About 20 minutes later, one of my techs comes in laughing and says he was just in the lobby, saw a piece of paper on a printer and went to investigate.

Attached is what he found. Sometimes things don't always come out the way you want them to...

Love you all more than my luggage!
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Monday, April 07, 2008

what do you do...

when someone asks you why and you don't have the answer?


Friday, April 04, 2008

could it be?

I took the dogs out this morning and the birds were chirping... for the first time in a long time I didn't freeze my pyjama bottom clad butt waiting for Dum-Dum to pee on every vertical surface he could find and for Shark-dog to finally decide on a spot to daintily squat and do her thang.

Dare I hope against all hope to think that spring is in the air?

Yes, I do realize I probably just jinxed myself by writing this.. and Mother Nature will torment me with yet another wave of the White Death.


But a girl can hope... right?

Love you all more than my luggage!
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Thursday, April 03, 2008

HNT - sweet promise

Following the pearls to the nape of the neck...

soft kisses...


pleading moans...

pleasure from pain...



Don't forget to check out the HNT home...

Love you all more than my luggage!
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Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Hi Ho.... it's back to work I fear

This is one way of dealing with it...

Love you all more than my luggage!
Hugs, smooches and gropes!

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