Daydreaming...

Fleeting thoughts easily
swayed by humming echoes of Love’s serenade…

Ardor...

A Quick “It Sucks” Update…

My 20-year-old niece got married this past Saturday… it was a redneck wedding. (I am soOo not kidding) I feel she’s making a mistake… too young… too inexperienced… too naive. It sucks…

My computer was seriously infected with several viruses & trojans… one of which made extra letters pop in while I was typing. After several attempts to remove the viruses, my system was so screwed up I had to reformat my hard drive… I just got it completely back up and running yesterday… with one major exception… my Photoshop. I had photoshop 7… now I have nothing… why??? Because my cd went poofy. I had given a copy to my nephew… and his went poofy. I don’t even feel like turning on my computer anymore… not without the main program I do my life’s work on. AND I still have one virus I can’t seem to get rid of… infecting a windows file csrss.exe. It sucks…

Trying to download a porn gave me the viruses… that totally sucks.

I am suffering Mother Nature’s curse this week and I am seriously emotional and sensitive. Even my dreams are reflecting my fears and concerns. It sucks…

I am horny, as usual, but damn the curse!!!! It sucks!!!!

My family is going through some major lows… my mom had all her teeth pulled and has dentures now. She hates them… she didn’t want her teeth pulled, but thanks to diabetes… she had to. She cried on my shoulder the other day- about how it makes her feel so old… about how they gave her horses teeth… and how it effects her speech and she is really self conscious in public now. She didn’t want to stay at the wedding… she didn’t want to eat or talk to anyone… It sucks…

Sister and I almost had a huge blowout again, this time at work. I hung up on her when she started bitching at me… BUT she works for the same company in the same building, so she just trotted over to my office and continued the bitching… I just said “Ok, whatever” and paid her no attention… she left and didn’t talk to me for a day or so… It sucks.

Sister’s ex has manipulated her son to the extreme. Sister was taking ex to court to get child support… though he’s 17, she wants some back pay… but ex told son he would get him an apartment and pay the rent until he was 18 (which is January) to totally get out of having to pay anything for the next year. He’s already threatened son, using the apartment as power… fucking conniving ruthless asshole. Sister’s heart is broken. What 17 year old can resist having an apartment with his best friend paid by his dad??? It sucks…

I feel totally lost… my plans, my goals… all scattered thanks to love and being consumed by him. He fills my every thought and I feel totally like a crazy person with how strongly I feel for him and my ‘MINE MINE MINE’ attitude. I don’t like feeling this way… it’s not me. It sucks…

Still haven’t hired a new assistant… too many other things caused that to be put on the back-burner. Our Houston plant merged into my building and the two Presidents mom died last Monday. Not having an assistant has put me so far behind… It sucks.

I haven’t got to talk to my Sam in a while… that really sucks.

I’m not my usual self… I feel totally lost.

Picture Post...

Did you know Sam can do special things with her tongue??? Very intriguing…

Sam-Vannah showing me the lovely mountain.

It’s just so friggin’ beautiful out there…

Sam, Chris, Sara & Megan… Sam’s family. I think I caught Chris while he was passing a wee bit o’gas…

Chris tried to gouge his eye out with a braising rod… so Sam decided to super glue it shut.

Remember this SIGN? It’s a real sign…

These damn Mountain Cows are a nuisance- randomly falling from the sky, landing in the road and casually trotting off as if nothing happened.

I mean geez…

Just Some Junkola...

I don’t really know what I’m doing these days. Money is very tight for me, especially since I am planning on moving closer to work. I’ve been spending an insane amount of time with Matt… avoiding issues at home with the family.

Oh don’t get me wrong… avoiding the issues is far far better than confronting them at my house. Nobody knows how to communicate… and my job has always been the mediator between my siblings and parents. I quit. I’m very tired of the negativity in my family- so I’d rather just leave it there in that house and go on floating around.

Floating around… yep- that’s me. I feel like a nomad… just roaming about… however I have no destination. Not yet. If I were to choose a destination, it would be right back at Sam’s house. The mountains… the fresh air… the lovely & fantabulous Sam.

Anyhoo… the neglect of bloggage is due to not having an assistant at work, so I’m having to seriously bust ass. And… from spending that insane amount of time with Matt.

Things I miss since I’ve become a floater… everything that belongs to me. Mainly… George. I miss him terribly… it breaks my heart. My bed, my computer and my junk in general.

Things I like since I’ve become a floater… sex, freedom, individuality and sex. Did I mention sex already?

Things I hate since I’ve become a floater… mosquitoes & flies! The bastards… Matt’s house is surrounded by trees that not only kick my ass-allergies… but swarms of mosquitoes eat me. Not him… just me. He says it’s because I taste soOo good, that I’m soO sweet. Um… ok- I’ll leave the taste-testing to him… just keep the damn bugs off me! The bastages! I am not a tasty mosquito meal or a freakin’ landing pad for flies!

I spend 3-4 days starting from Thursday-Monday at his house… then I drift on home for a couple of days… remember that I have cool junk, loving pets and a grumpy ass family.

On another note: I met Matt’s ex and his new daughter Michelle. His ex let me hold her. Such a tiny creature... refreshed my memory of why I don't want babies.

BS BS
I’m tired of all the bs… life is tough enough just trying to make a living and have a home… but people have to junk it all up with drama… and not the Shakespeare kind o’ theatrics. I’m talking melancholy hooey. Why do you have to get so irritated with minor, insignificant things?

Like one of sister’s boys left the DVD/VCR for 2 days… soO grandpa (my dad) grounded them from using any of the electronic devices in the living room for a week. That’s just silly. Kids leave junk on all the time… heck grandpa does too. The boys could have shoved a peanut butter & jelly sandwich in the DVD/VCR… it could have been worse.

Oh, but wait… it did get worse. Sister didn’t like that punishment- so she tells the boys they aren’t allowed to go into the living room at all so’s not to piss off g-pa. Ok… you have 2 boys home for summer vacation and you are going to make them stay cooped up in their room all day, everyday for 7 days. Suffering each other (meaning the usual brotherly harassment)… suffering the wrath of mom and g-pa. Wow… all over leaving the freakin’ DVD/VCR on for 2 days. And how did you know it was left on for 2 days??? Ahh, that’s lovely g-pa… scheming to nitpick something.

I’m not going to bear the weight of piddly junk like that when things could be far more serious… we could be suffering drug abuse, violence and pregnancy with those boys… but instead we are suffering 2 days with the DVD/VCR left on and a week of grumpy ass people getting on each other’s nerves- eventually fighting.

That type of junk goes on daily at my house… and I feel it’s ridiculous. It turns ugly because everyone is so bent out of shape over something stupid- that it becomes screaming arguments and then ice cold shoulders ignoring each other. I quit.

YeE-HaA

Well… sex has been extremely fucktacular! I’ve been kind of dominant lately… I initiate- control and finish it. It’s cool! And he doesn’t mind at all! *Snort* I’ve been riding him like a bucking bronco, waking him with blow jobs… even sleep-sexing him, lol. It’s good stuff… and the look he gives me when the deed is done is priceless. He appears to be nothing short of amazed each time… a lovely little ego booster for myself.

He just loves the muscle control I have… so do I… soOo do I! There’s nothing like the sensation of being close to having an orgasm, then squeezing your muscles to grip his hard…

Oh I’m sorry… I got lost in porn-dreams. Similar to daydreams… but far far more entertaining.

Bending Over for Another Ass Kicking…

Yes... Sam is seriously gonna kick my booty!

Hey! Did you guys know Samantha was a pirate in a previous life?

A pirate walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened, you look terrible!"

"Whatever do ye mean?" the pirate replies, "I be fine."
The bartender says, "But what about that wooden leg? You didn't have that before."

"Arrr," says the pirate, "Was in a battle at sea an’ a cannon ball hit me leg… but da surgeon fixed me up, and I be fine, really."

"Yeah," says the bartender, "But what about that hook? Last time I saw you, you had both hands."

"Arrrr," says the pirate, "I were in another battle and boarded an enemy ship. I were sword fightin’ and me hand was cut off… but Da surgeon patched me up with this hook, and I be feelin’ dandy, really."

"Oh," says the bartender, "What about that eye patch? Last time you were in here you had both eyes."

"Arrgghh," says the pirate, "One day when I be at sea, some birds were flyin’ over da ship. I looked up, and one of them shat in me eye."

"So?" replied the bartender, "what happened? You couldn't have lost an eye just from some bird shit!"

"Arrgghh," says the pirate, "wasn't totally used to da hook yet."

Har Harrrgghh!

When you step outside of Sam’s front door, this is what you see…

When we picnicked out at the river Chris found a distant relation to the airplane gremlin.

Awww! look at the sleepdoo!

I wonder if she was dreaming of the Sims. I brought my game boy and she got totally hooked on the Sims Bustin’ Out.

My Sam… my kindred sistah.

New Artwork

I made a hideous new art picture… but it’s very grotesque… if you’d like to see it go to my gallery… you can’t miss it. But be warned!!!! Everyone is freaking out about how creepy it is… cause I am the Queen of Macabre! Arrr!

I Am Still Alive!

Yeah yeah, I Should Be Spanked.

I’m soOo incredibly sorry I haven’t been updating. Life, as you know, gets in the way some times.

How am I? Oh, I’m my usual messy self… but would you have it any other way?

I thought not.

Things are CRAZY! I had to fire my assistant cause he was looking/printing inappropriate images while I was on vacation. Sucks too… cause now I’m so freaking busy at work it’s driving me nuts.

Then my man tried to steal me away from the world… it worked for 4 days… but finally I said enough was enough! I need MY bed, MY computer, MY junk! I miss my junk! Since I’ve been back from California it seems I have absolutely no time for myself. Which is good I suppose- but I’m pooped. Pooped I tells ya…

“Do you pop out at parties? Are you unpoopular?” (My fav episode of what TV show???)

This picture was taken the original day I was suppose to come home from California… but I had to get Sam and Chris to pick me back up after sitting at the airport for 6 hours thanks to engine troubles with the plane. So, needless to say I'm not at my best... and I cut part of my face off. But this one is all about my Sam. *SmoOches Sistah*