Wrapped Up HNT
Care to unwrap me?
*no click this week - stay tuned*
Now go see Osbasso for all the sexy fun. happy thursday
Now go see Osbasso for all the sexy fun. happy thursday
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Bonus edition of simple truths
When you begin to think that the grass is greener on the other side, always remember that the water bills are also much higher.
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"Honey, will you love me when I get old, have wrinkles and my hair gets grey?"
"You bet I do."
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Most money is tainted. Taint yours and taint mine.
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We need to remember that a computer does not substitute for judgement any more than a pencil substitutes for literacy.
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The probability of someone watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.
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"Sweetheart, do you remember when we spent all that money on our trip like there would be no tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Well, tomorrow is here."
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In youth, anything goes. With age, everything goes.
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Prices haven't gone up on everything. For example, problems are still a dime a dozen.
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Economists are predicting that the year ahead will reward hard workers - a frightening outlook for many.
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The best vitamin for developing friends is B1
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Don't find fault. Find a remedy.
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"Honey, will you love me when I get old, have wrinkles and my hair gets grey?"
"You bet I do."
**********
Most money is tainted. Taint yours and taint mine.
**********
We need to remember that a computer does not substitute for judgement any more than a pencil substitutes for literacy.
**********
The probability of someone watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.
**********
"Sweetheart, do you remember when we spent all that money on our trip like there would be no tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Well, tomorrow is here."
**********
In youth, anything goes. With age, everything goes.
**********
Prices haven't gone up on everything. For example, problems are still a dime a dozen.
**********
Economists are predicting that the year ahead will reward hard workers - a frightening outlook for many.
**********
The best vitamin for developing friends is B1
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Don't find fault. Find a remedy.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
HNT#52--Wanna see my thing-a-ma-boob?
As you can see right there in the title, this is my 52nd hnt post. An entire year of getting half nekkid up in here! I had planned on sifting through my pictures and making a collage, but I just didn't get to it. Yep...slacker. ;)
I want to show you something really interesting. As you can see in the picture below, I'm holding *something*, but what is it?
It's called a thingamaboob and it's a key chain I got at the Canadian Cancer Society office.
Do you see the itsy-bitsy beads under the flower?
Those beads are the same size as an average size lump found by getting regular mammograms.
The next one (bigger and solid pink) is the average size lump found by first mammogram.
The next is the average size lump found by clinical breast examination by a health care professional.
The last bead *the largest of all* is the average size lump found by women checking their own breasts.
When I first saw one of these key chains and learned the significance, I was really surprised to discover that a lump would have to be that big for us to detect it on our own. This is just a friendly reminder to all you ladies out there (men as well really--you are not immune) to examine your breasts regularly. With knowledge comes power. We need to be in tune with our bodies and pay attention.
*click please*
Now go see Osbasso for all the sexy links and stuff. happy thursday!
It's always fun over here as well...
I want to show you something really interesting. As you can see in the picture below, I'm holding *something*, but what is it?
It's called a thingamaboob and it's a key chain I got at the Canadian Cancer Society office.
Do you see the itsy-bitsy beads under the flower?
Those beads are the same size as an average size lump found by getting regular mammograms.
The next one (bigger and solid pink) is the average size lump found by first mammogram.
The next is the average size lump found by clinical breast examination by a health care professional.
The last bead *the largest of all* is the average size lump found by women checking their own breasts.
When I first saw one of these key chains and learned the significance, I was really surprised to discover that a lump would have to be that big for us to detect it on our own. This is just a friendly reminder to all you ladies out there (men as well really--you are not immune) to examine your breasts regularly. With knowledge comes power. We need to be in tune with our bodies and pay attention.
Now go see Osbasso for all the sexy links and stuff. happy thursday!
It's always fun over here as well...
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Daughters
I heard this song on the radio today and decided that when I had a chance I would find it on youtube and post it here. I am using one with lyrics as I'd planned on including those as well. I love this song.
The relationship that I have with my father is tentative at best. As little girls I think we all want to please our fathers. We long to feel especially loved and we want them to be proud. I don't have strong memories of living with my father. Through my teen years (after mom died), I had difficulties working all the emotion out in my mind. I asked him once to take me away from my guardian parents and have me live with him. He said no. I blame myself in part for not explaining the situation in full. What's done cannot be undone and so we move on...
When I saw him in September, we had a really nice visit. He told me that he sees a very marked difference in me. He said I am so self assured and confident. He said I look beautiful, that I've always been so pretty. Please understand that I don't ever recall getting such praise from him. Not ever. He's usually much better at pointing out my mistakes and what he *thinks* I'm doing wrong. This visit made me feel good. I let my guard down and allowed my love for him to come forward. I thought we'd come to a better understanding of one another as father and daughter.
Just before my young one (he's six now) was born, my father and stepmother moved out of province. They have visited only once and that was nearly five years ago. I went in the summer of 2008, and again this past September. Both trips were to stand in weddings but I was able to visit with them a bit and the boys got to stay with them for a few days during the first trip. I have invited them to come spend Christmas with us this year. Normally my ex husband and I switch at noon on Christmas day. I either have them for Christmas Eve and morning, or after noon for dinner and all. This year is special. I get them for the whole weekend! Of course, that's because next year they will be out of province for the holidays visiting with their step-mother's family, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
I did my best to make Dad understand why it has to be this year. It's now or fucking never old man, so get out of your retired rut and pay attention!
They have declined my invitation.
Everyone says "don't worry about it. it's their loss. your kids will still have fun and they'll get over it."
All those things are very true, but it doesn't seem to stop the pain I am feeling in my heart. I got my silly little girl hopes up. I'm debating whether or not I should call and tell him exactly how it's made me feel. If I thought it would make a difference, I would.
The relationship that I have with my father is tentative at best. As little girls I think we all want to please our fathers. We long to feel especially loved and we want them to be proud. I don't have strong memories of living with my father. Through my teen years (after mom died), I had difficulties working all the emotion out in my mind. I asked him once to take me away from my guardian parents and have me live with him. He said no. I blame myself in part for not explaining the situation in full. What's done cannot be undone and so we move on...
When I saw him in September, we had a really nice visit. He told me that he sees a very marked difference in me. He said I am so self assured and confident. He said I look beautiful, that I've always been so pretty. Please understand that I don't ever recall getting such praise from him. Not ever. He's usually much better at pointing out my mistakes and what he *thinks* I'm doing wrong. This visit made me feel good. I let my guard down and allowed my love for him to come forward. I thought we'd come to a better understanding of one another as father and daughter.
Just before my young one (he's six now) was born, my father and stepmother moved out of province. They have visited only once and that was nearly five years ago. I went in the summer of 2008, and again this past September. Both trips were to stand in weddings but I was able to visit with them a bit and the boys got to stay with them for a few days during the first trip. I have invited them to come spend Christmas with us this year. Normally my ex husband and I switch at noon on Christmas day. I either have them for Christmas Eve and morning, or after noon for dinner and all. This year is special. I get them for the whole weekend! Of course, that's because next year they will be out of province for the holidays visiting with their step-mother's family, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
I did my best to make Dad understand why it has to be this year. It's now or fucking never old man, so get out of your retired rut and pay attention!
They have declined my invitation.
Everyone says "don't worry about it. it's their loss. your kids will still have fun and they'll get over it."
All those things are very true, but it doesn't seem to stop the pain I am feeling in my heart. I got my silly little girl hopes up. I'm debating whether or not I should call and tell him exactly how it's made me feel. If I thought it would make a difference, I would.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
THE FIGHT IS ON
I've taken this from my Relay for Life agenda book. There are some wonderful quotes that I will post from time to time as well.
Dear Cancer,
Your war on humanity has been long and destructive.
You have taken our brothers and sisters , our mothers,
fathers and our friends. You have threatened the very
core of our existence. You have threatened our lives.
You strike fear into all who know you and bring
anguish to those you touch and while we have lost
many to your cruel and random attacks, know that
you have not beaten us. You have not won.
Let this letter be a warning to you. A warning of our
continued commitment and passion to help those
you hurt and a written declaration of our promise to
escalate our fight against you.
While at times it may appear like you have the upper
hand, know that we're only getting stronger. That
every day we fight you, more people live. We can
see your weaknesses and we will not relent.
Mark our words, on behalf of those still with us
and those we have lost, we shall rise up against
you and end this once and for all. This is our
mission. Our promise.
THE FIGHT IS ON
Sincerely,
The Canadian Cancer Society
Dear Cancer,
Your war on humanity has been long and destructive.
You have taken our brothers and sisters , our mothers,
fathers and our friends. You have threatened the very
core of our existence. You have threatened our lives.
You strike fear into all who know you and bring
anguish to those you touch and while we have lost
many to your cruel and random attacks, know that
you have not beaten us. You have not won.
Let this letter be a warning to you. A warning of our
continued commitment and passion to help those
you hurt and a written declaration of our promise to
escalate our fight against you.
While at times it may appear like you have the upper
hand, know that we're only getting stronger. That
every day we fight you, more people live. We can
see your weaknesses and we will not relent.
Mark our words, on behalf of those still with us
and those we have lost, we shall rise up against
you and end this once and for all. This is our
mission. Our promise.
THE FIGHT IS ON
Sincerely,
The Canadian Cancer Society
Thursday, November 26, 2009
HNT#51--Wanna control her? Try to hold the sun
I have been a very busy lady. I haven't had a good opportunity to view your posts in over a week! I'm always amazed at how many sexy people still come and see me when I'm clearly being such a lame-ass about my blogging. In truth, I've been staying off the computer more and spending time with the boys, going out to visit friends, and occasionally having friends pop over to my place. I also tend to get caught up in chatty-chat and it can really suck up a lot of time. That's not to say I don't enjoy the chats, but I really must stay focused.
Guess what?
I've decided to get even more involved in Relay For Life 2010. I've joined the committee and will now be the Co-Bitch in Charge of the Survivor dinner/reception and first lap of Relay! Yay! I will post more about this over the weekend, but I am extremely excited about it. All part of my master plan to get out there, do new things and meet new people. My wonderful friend lil mama is also a committee head and I've been helping her for the past 3 years now. Because my portion ends shortly after 7pm, I am still able to help with the luminaries, which I really love. As some of you may know, I lost my mother to cancer when I was 13 years old, so it's a cause near and dear to my heart.
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My Favourite Things (a re-post i thought you might enjoy)
To the tune of "My Favorite Things" from "The Sound of Music"
A partner who'll call me his little sex kitten
Warm sunny days that require no mittens
Pretty pink boxes of bright shiny bling
These are a few of my favorite things.
Sexytime, lovers and pink leather paddles
Spanking my ass now be quiet, don't tattle!
Butterflies gliding on colorful wings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Sleek, stylish outfits and open toed sandals
Candy and chocolate and sweet smelling candles
Sipping a beer on the deck in the spring
These are a few of my favorite things...
When there's pimples
and bad hair days
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
and then I don't feel so baaaaaaaaad!
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I've been spending time thinking about what I want lately. What I need in future relationships--what my expectations are, and what I'm willing to accept as well. I'm still in no great rush and make very little effort to meet new people, yet it's been on my mind.
I am a woman of great passion. When I enjoy something, I REALLY enjoy it. When I love someone, I pour my heart and soul into it. I am loving and generous with my time, but I do not take kindly to having someone tell me what to do. I suppose that's why I love being single. There is no one here to judge or criticize my choices and I'm diggin it.
As you all know from previous posts, I am itching for a new lover in my life. Mostly the idea of new exploration and all of that. I'll get there. I just know it!
While out shopping with my son one night, I came across these funky hot pink skinny jeans. I am so practical that I normally don't buy anything that isn't a basic colour because I just don't wear it enough, but these were on sale and I just had to have them. Didn't help that my first born was encouraging me either. *oh mom, you just got paid, you deserve it*
*click to smack it*
Be sure to visit Osbasso for more half nekkid fun. happy thursday!
Please click the link but remember it's not at all safe for work.
Guess what?
I've decided to get even more involved in Relay For Life 2010. I've joined the committee and will now be the Co-Bitch in Charge of the Survivor dinner/reception and first lap of Relay! Yay! I will post more about this over the weekend, but I am extremely excited about it. All part of my master plan to get out there, do new things and meet new people. My wonderful friend lil mama is also a committee head and I've been helping her for the past 3 years now. Because my portion ends shortly after 7pm, I am still able to help with the luminaries, which I really love. As some of you may know, I lost my mother to cancer when I was 13 years old, so it's a cause near and dear to my heart.
_______________________________________________________
My Favourite Things (a re-post i thought you might enjoy)
To the tune of "My Favorite Things" from "The Sound of Music"
A partner who'll call me his little sex kitten
Warm sunny days that require no mittens
Pretty pink boxes of bright shiny bling
These are a few of my favorite things.
Sexytime, lovers and pink leather paddles
Spanking my ass now be quiet, don't tattle!
Butterflies gliding on colorful wings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Sleek, stylish outfits and open toed sandals
Candy and chocolate and sweet smelling candles
Sipping a beer on the deck in the spring
These are a few of my favorite things...
When there's pimples
and bad hair days
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
and then I don't feel so baaaaaaaaad!
________________________________________________________
I've been spending time thinking about what I want lately. What I need in future relationships--what my expectations are, and what I'm willing to accept as well. I'm still in no great rush and make very little effort to meet new people, yet it's been on my mind.
I am a woman of great passion. When I enjoy something, I REALLY enjoy it. When I love someone, I pour my heart and soul into it. I am loving and generous with my time, but I do not take kindly to having someone tell me what to do. I suppose that's why I love being single. There is no one here to judge or criticize my choices and I'm diggin it.
As you all know from previous posts, I am itching for a new lover in my life. Mostly the idea of new exploration and all of that. I'll get there. I just know it!
While out shopping with my son one night, I came across these funky hot pink skinny jeans. I am so practical that I normally don't buy anything that isn't a basic colour because I just don't wear it enough, but these were on sale and I just had to have them. Didn't help that my first born was encouraging me either. *oh mom, you just got paid, you deserve it*
Be sure to visit Osbasso for more half nekkid fun. happy thursday!
Please click the link but remember it's not at all safe for work.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
HNT#50--Tinkerbell Exposed
Well, I'm at the end of my "Tinkerbell" series. I really love these pictures and enjoyed sharing them with you. I can definitely still be a princess even without the costume. Sometimes that's just how it is.
You know when you are taking timer pictures and you *think* the timer is on, but it is in fact not on? My click was one such picture. Sometimes those spontaneous shots seem to make the most impact, don't you think? Looks almost like you can scoop right in there, doesn't it? Don't know what the hell I'm talking about? Click the picture and tell me I'm wrong. I double-dog-dare ya!
*click for my wardrobe malfunction*
Don't forget to visit Osbasso and let all the other folks know your post is up. :)
It's fun over here as well...
I've also decided to include the totally awesome collage that Barefoot Dreamer made for me. She's got talent for many things, that lady.
happy thursday!
You know when you are taking timer pictures and you *think* the timer is on, but it is in fact not on? My click was one such picture. Sometimes those spontaneous shots seem to make the most impact, don't you think? Looks almost like you can scoop right in there, doesn't it? Don't know what the hell I'm talking about? Click the picture and tell me I'm wrong. I double-dog-dare ya!
Don't forget to visit Osbasso and let all the other folks know your post is up. :)
It's fun over here as well...
I've also decided to include the totally awesome collage that Barefoot Dreamer made for me. She's got talent for many things, that lady.
happy thursday!
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