Puppy update

Real quick post....

Annie is home and I am broke...lol

She is resting and it will be awhile till she is herself again.. but so good to have her here where I can touch her....Thank you all soooo much for your concern! And prayers...

The meaning of cheese....

What Cheesy Means

C is for Casual H is for Happy E is for Excellent E is for Earnest S is for Sweet Y is for Yummy

Tuesday Teehee

An odd combo to say the least...

UPDATE

{Ham's prize}

Annie Fanny

My beautiful, spoiled, bestest girl freind and sweet princess Annie is in the hospital.

Please keep her in your thoughts.. She may be having surgery soon due to an obstructed bowel. She is rather old and needs your healing vibes. I do too I'm a wreck and I know some of you enjoy her when I do post about my Puppies. Snowshoe needs some virtual hugs too...

she's his bestest girl too....

Vibrations

This post is explicit... if you are offended easily please press next blog button now.....

Cheesemeister

It felt good in her hands. Wielding it with grace and style, she could feel the raw power of it. Sensations traveling up her arms, and into her torso, caused her breasts to vibrate within her clothing. Her nipples rubbed against the material of her shirt. The fleece scratched gently against her in the cool morning air.

Not that she needed any additional stimulation.

The clean and crisp atmosphere made her feel vital and alive. And gathering her own wood, gave her inner strength and sense of purpose. And now cutting it all down to size with her chainsaw made her feel powerful and self-sufficient.

The loose fit of her clothing belied the strong muscular woman she was. Beneath her clothing was a firm strong body, able to perform any task. She intimidated most men with her strength and her abilities. She'd get into a relationship only to find that the men would simply be unable to deal with her.

They wanted a girly-girl.

NOT.

So she lived here alone in the woods. She held a position in the city, but that position gave her some flexibility and permitted her time alone which she craved.

And so here she was, cutting wood for the fire she would build later in her home.

Using the chainsaw made her hot and sweaty, even in the cool of the morning. It was getting warmer, and as such she felt the need to remove her shirt.

Doing so revealed a strong upper body. She wore no bra, so her breasts were exposed in the morning light. To the casual observer she would have appeared to be a lithe man from the back. Brown and working in the woods. But from the front, her breasts revealed and feminine form, bathed in sweat.

She folded her shirt across a tree stump and returned to her task. The vibrations of the tool transferred up her arms and into her body, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway gently.

The chainsaw was also having an additional effect. As it always has. The forces were causing her sex to awaken. She could feel little jolts of pleasure when she cut into a log or when she revved the chains slightly. She had found over the years that she could calm her pleasure by how she cut, where she cut, and for how long she cut at a time.

Today she allowed herself to run along for some time on the edge of pleasure. She wanted her release to build slowly and quietly. For the better part of the morning, she had let herself be quietly buzzing, never really going and never really releasing. Idling.

Finally she could stand it no longer.

She laid down her tool and removed her gloves. Her hands were soft and supple, treatments and care kept them that way. Her right hand touched her left breast, grazing the areola and tweaking the nipple. She smiled to herself, as only one intimately familiar with one's own pleasure can.

She also knew that she was alone in the clearing and as such she could relax her guard and perhaps pleasure herself.

Her hand slid down her chest and across her belly, then beneath the waist of her jeans. She leaned back against the stump and closed her eyes; she was going to enjoy this...


~SNAP~

Her eyes popped open at the sound. A branch breaking at the edge of the clearing penetrated her self-induced mental haze.

She slid her jeans back up over her hips. As she recovered her shirt, she cast her eyes around the edge of the woods to find the source of the interruption. A scant twenty feet away, she spied skin and a bit of clothing.

But mostly skin...

He was a tall muscular fellow, short cropped dark hair and ruddy skin. Either that or he was embarrassed to be caught. His trousers were down around his ankles and he had taken himself in hand.

Clearly he had been watching her.

Clearly he was aroused.

And if he had two brain cells to rub together, he should be able to tell, even at 20 feet, that she was pissed off.

She took in a breath, prepared to scream abuse at him, for her command of the language could shock a longshoreman.

His arousal gave her pause.

She stared.

Slack jawed.

And exhaled.

She doubted that she could get two hands around it, let alone one. It appeared to be at least as long as her forearm.

He smiled, sheepishly.

She sat down on her stump, her breasts only moderately covered by her unbuttoned shirt. She could feel her sex alternately pucker and relax.

She closed her eyes. You can't be serious, she thought.

She looked over at him. He had turned in profile. It stood straight out from his groin, pointing slightly skyward, the foreskin pulling back over his glans.

At that point she stood up and began to walk toward him, her chain saw and wood cutting forgotten.

Their eyes found each others and locked. She knew that he knew that she knew, she thought.

When she got close enough to touch him, she began to speak, but he hushed her with a wave of his hand.

By gesture, he commanded her to sit. His hand gently caressed her cheek, while the other hand stroked his arousal. It was hard, purple and appeared the throb.

She reached for it and he turned towards her. She stroked him gently, up and back.

It was warm to her touch; she could feel his blood pulsing inside.

She became overwhelmed with the urge to take what she could of him in her mouth. This urge made her sex absolutely twitch with anticipation.

She opened her mouth and her lips touched the head, she could smell him, that male smell of heat and passion.

She licked the head, tasting his saltiness. She flicked her tongue across him and she felt him shudder. She opened her mouth and took in the head....

.... She felt him in her mouth. Hot and throbbing. She could taste his maleness, the salty musk of him. The tip of his cock slid across her tongue and she could feel him in the back of her throat. To her shock and disbelief she seemed to have taken him all in, as her lips and chin were pressed against his balls and her nose touched his silky belly hair.

She closed her mouth around him and pulled her head back, and as she did, his size reappeared.

Her eyes found his.

His blissful smile revealed nothing.

She again slid down the length of his cock, and again it seemed like she took him all in her mouth, which to her did not seem possible. She decided at that point that she was dreaming or that, well she was dreaming.

Since she was dreaming, she decided to indulge her dream and began sucking him with great vigor. She had always been able to please her lovers with her skill and with her enthusiasm at this task. And truth be known she always felt that this was a way to dominate lovers, as once she was done they would do almost anything...

Her lips found his balls and sucked them in one by one; they felt heavy, hot and swollen with cum. She sucked on his glans filling her mouth with it and tonguing the tip, teasing the end with the tip of her tongue. She could taste a bit of him on her tongue, and the look on his face told her that he was close.

Yet she could not quite get him to release. She worked hard, sucking and licking and stroking him, but to no avail.

At some point, covered in sweat and her mouth beginning to ache with effort, she realized that he wasn't going to cum for her in her mouth.

Her eyes met his.

He knew that she knew.

She trembled.

Here she was: butt naked in the woods, the fellator of a man that she didn't know, and now she was going to completely surrender to him.

She lay back on the ground and opened herself to him.

He nodded and knelt before her, casting a dark shadow across her. Her eyes met his and she looked away.

He came closer to her and she could feel him pressing against her. She felt his hardness begin to enter her, and it caused her to gasp.

She had never felt so filled, so deeply penetrated. So intimately stretched.

She gasped when his groin met hers. And she realized that she had all of him inside her.

Her eyes once again beheld his and she now saw the naked passion, lust and desire burning within them.

Slowly he began to have her. With deep steady strokes, his hips flexed and she felt him moving within her.

In

Out

In

Out

Somewhere in her mind she was thinking that there was no way she was able to accommodate him. But yet she could not deny it.

Nor did she really care anymore, as her body responded to his thrusts by meeting them with her own... losing herself in the moment...

She could feel herself losing focus on the world around her, the sensations in her loins taking hold.

His groin pushing against hers caused shudders all through her body. Her eyes closed and her head fell back...

Her breath came in shallow gasps...

She raised her hips to meet his, the constant bump of his strokes against her sent bolts of pleasure through her body.

She felt his hands grasp her wrists, pinning her down to the ground. She wrapped her legs around him, seeking more sensation. She could feel the weight of his body pressed against her wrists.

His regular thrusts rhythmically caused her breasts to move and shift, and she felt his lips on one of them and then the other.

Then she began to feel it rise within her.

A feeling of pure release. Complete surrender. Her body began to tingle, beginning in her very core. Rapidly it spread until she felt almost on fire with sensation.

"ohmygod, yessss.... ohmygod, take me... god yes..."

And she began to let go.

Hard.

She began to yell and thrash beneath him. She found it impossible to escape him, she wanted to and yet she wanted him to have her.

And still he stroked and filled her with his member.

She began to settle and her breathing came in deep gasps. He slowed down for a moment. As if to let her catch her breath. Her body was covered in sweat; and she could smell the musk of sex around her.

And just as she clearly perceived herself again, her body betrayed her and she felt her release begin to build slowly, and to her it seemed deeper this time.

More primal.

For his part he began to breath heavily, and he was filling her forcefully now, his thrusts deep and quick, leaving no doubt to her that he was in charge.

She rode her orgasm and tried to hang on to him. She felt as if she was going to completely disconnect from herself.

And all at once he began to liberate himself in her.

Hot.

Forceful

Sticky.

He pulled himself out and gave her the last of his seed on her belly and breasts; stroking himself to completion.

His semen was thick with potency and she felt a certain wickedness to it. And she reveled in it.

All at once he began to physically fade from view. And as he did, she could see a transformation occurring. The hair on his legs thickened, and she could make out a tail beginning to form. Right as he faded from view, she thought she saw hooves where his feet were.

And then he was gone.

She was alone in the woods once more. She closed her eyes for just a moment and her world spun and lost focus.

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She awoke several hours later, back over where she was cutting wood with her chain saw. Her clothes were still on, other than her jeans being undone and her shirt unbuttoned it was as if nothing had happened.

She was sitting at the base of the tree stump in the shade, her chain saw by her side.

Was it a dream she wondered? It seemed so real and yet she could not imagine doing that sort of thing with a man she did not know.

As she moved to get up her legs and her sex protested as if they had been worked long and hard...

Friday Funny

The way you sleep during a one night stand can say a lot about your feelings towards the situation...

Im sure this is not very PC of me but...

oh well!

It's the Perfect Day for.......

STEW!!

Cold, wet, and dreary out so what better way to spend my time but cook!

I'm sure most know how to make stew but I'll share my day anyhow lol

I like to make mine in a crockpot so when time allows~ that

is my favorite way to prepare

Layer the veggies on the bottom..

I find they take in the moisture better that way.

2 cups sliced carrots...and I just scrub them,

I do not peel

Two large Russets 1 inch dice

Russets hold there shape best

One med-lrg Onion..I prefer sweet

1 inch dice

Two pounds stew meat or a really cheap cut of roast or steak

1 inch dice

Two cups diced tomatoes

Or one large can

One cup water with spices

I use onion pwdr, garlic, LOTS of paprica,a little sugar, pwdr'd beef broth,and I also use dehydrated onions... one of the few times I do lol

Top the veggies, meat and tomatos with the liquid. Do not stir.

Cook on low for 8-10 hours.. you may open and stir it up after 6 hours

And Thanks to MO for the biscuit idea... I haven't made these in a long time.. Red Lobster Cheddar Garlic Gems

INGREDIENTS:

1 egg

2 cups Bisquick baking mix

2/3 cup milk

1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese

1/2 cup melted butter

1/2 tsp Garlic powder or garlic salt

1/2 tsp Italian seasoning

Mix Bisquick, milk and egg together. Work into a soft dough, adding more baking mix if necessary. Knead in shredded cheese, working as little as possible. Less handling makes them more tender. Drop by spoonfuls on a greased baking sheet. Bake for 8-10 minutes at 450°. Melt butter, garlic & seasoning together & brush over warm rolls when they finish baking. Serve right away.I always bake these rolls on a baking stone. They always turn out really good that way.

UPDATE:All Done
Eatin' good in the neighborhood

Bon Appetite

Hurtful

Upsetting confrontations often leave us feeling drained and confused. When someone attacks us emotionally, we may wonder what we did to provoke their anger, and we take their actions personally. We may ask ourselves what we could have done to induce them to behave or speak that way toward us. It's important to remember that there are no real targets in an emotional attack and that it is usually a way for the aggressor to redirect their bumpy feelings away from themselves.

When people are overcome by strong emotions, like hurt or anguish, they may see themselves as victims and lash out at others as a means of protection or to make themselves feel better. You may be able to shield yourself from an emotional assault by not taking the behavior personally. First, however, it is good to develop a state of detachment that can provide you with some protection from the person who is attacking you. This will allow you to feel compassion for this person and remember that their behavior isn't as much about you as it is about their need to vent their emotions.

If you have difficulty remaining unaffected by someone's conduct, take a moment to breathe deeply and remind yourself that you didn't do anything wrong, and you aren't responsible for people's feelings. If you can see that this person is ultimately expressing a need to you-whether they are reaching out for help or wanting to be heard-you may be able to diffuse the attack by getting them to talk about what is really bothering them.

You cannot control other people's emotions, but you can control your own. If you sense yourself responding to their negativity, try not to let yourself. Keep your heart open to them, and they may let go of their defensiveness and surrender to your empathy and openness.

Bday Gurlie Joke

Daughter works at a College....

This is the joke she told at the BBQ

A bear walks into a bar one afternoon and surveys the scene.
There is a bartender (of course) and a few patrons. At the bar is a trashy bar wench who should've left the bar years ago. The bear walks over and swallows the trashy bar wench whole, burning cigarette and all.
He turns to the bartender and asks for a drink.
"We don't serve drug addicts in here," the bartender replies.
The bear is stunned. "I'm not a drug addict!" the bear exclaims.

"Oh yeah?" The bartender asks.....

..........

.........

.......

.........


"What about that bar-bitch-you-ate?"

"One of the girls in the office told me this joke:

Gotta love health majors!"

I love my lil' funny face!

BBQ Success!

Fun was had by all at the big Twinsee Birthday bash~
Awww the Birthday kiddos

Then

Now

The weather cooperated!! Intermittent showers but AFTER I played with fire!!

You forget just how GOOD flame broiled smells...
Especially this time of year...
AND tastes!

I think the puppies agreed....

MMMMM the birthday pies....Oh and ice cream .. of course!
My brother even made it to the affair! He is looking good and feeling better...TY all for your healing thoughts!

After lunch it was then of course play time!

Wrestlemania ran amok in the House of Cheese...

Even the kittens got into the act...
The house was filled with laughter and music....

But....

This is what my sister thought of getting her picture taken~
Speaking of my Sis~ She just got

got back from Mexico....

she brought me a little prezzie...

An ashtray/ring holder...Dammit I asked for a Cabana boy!

WENCH!

Random goofball and playful moments

Ok!! So I am almost used to seeing all my kiddos drink

at family functions~

But this was something new...

Uncle is gonna get bitch~slapped

for sharing Cigars with my BABY!

Kids all left...We had a grand time.

I think they wore out Snowshoe~

What do you think?

Wuv..Twue..Wuv

It's the Valentine's Day gift that keeps on giving...

I'm SOOOO Excited!!!

Spring is on it's way!!!!

But then Crocuses have been

known to be little liars....

Naming The Dog

Saturday smile for you!!!

Moments of Stillness

like a trembling candle

that no rainstorm can smolder

like a tender lover

tearfully aching for my embrace

like a thousand sunrises

breathed into my soul anew

a lover's embrace

gushing forth passion renewed

in moments of stillness

you are there, in all ways and always

offering life's most joyful experience:

healing re-union

Hammer Time!

Was tagged by Hammer I don't usually do meme's but,, it beats doing housework right now lol

1. A song? Kiss me..Sixpence None The Richer
[it just makes me want to twirl in a field]

2. An 80's rock album? I'm sorry,,, the 80's didn't rock for me

3. A singer? Al Green

4. A man? Yes please!

5. A woman? Yes.. Last time I checked

6. A writer? Mark Haskell Smith

7. A book? Moist

8. A word? Shudup :o) [SF that's for you]

9. A movie? A Fish Called Wanda

10. A wise statement? You laugh because I'm different.......I laugh cause I just farted!

11. A colour? Deep Forest Green

12. A flower? Passion Flower

13. A fictional character? "you're some pig" Wilbur [Charlotte's Web]

14. A name? Barack Obama

15. A guitarist? Carlos Santana

16. A guitar? I don't play ~but anything 12 string acoustic...I'm yours!

17. An Age? Liking my 40's althought they are about over :o(

18. A famous Historical character? Jonny Appleseed! [John Chapman]

19. A flavour? No contest... Chocolate

20. A meal? Cheese and mushroom stuffed ravioli with smoked Fontina cheese sauce and sun dried tomatoes , With spinach salad and warm Pancetta dressing! [too specific? lol]

21. A country? MY country!!

22. A city? Gotta love Toronto

23. A monument? The Lincoln Memorial.. It took
my breath away

Happy Hearts

Happy Valentine's Day All!!!!

Gates vs. GM

For all of us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way computers have enhanced our lives, read on.

At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated,"If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon."

In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating: If GM had developed technology like Microsoft,
we would all be driving cars with the following
characteristics (and I just love this part):


1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash........Twice a day.

2. Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a new car.

3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows,shut off the car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some reason you would simply accept this.

4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.

5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable,five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only five percent of the roads.

6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be replaced by a single "This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation" warning light.

7. The airbag system would ask "Are you sure?" before deploying.


I love the next one!!!

8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna.

9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.

10. You'd have to press the "Start" button to turn the engine off.

Answer to NWO~~

Quick Idea for your VD conundrum~~



For that very special someone...

A Little Surprise...

Finally!!! Home !

Got in about 5pm ,unloaded the truck of the various
doodads I need for work...

headed up the walkway from the driveway...

cleared the corner of the shed
and low and behold I have company!!

She's a looker.. nice teets but... she's

not mine!

Finally tracked down who she belongs
to after a call to the Branding Office...

But while she was here.. she was a hit!

Even Annie and Buddah thought

"Hey we have another dog!"

Ok Ok So it was a BIG surprise~~~
Ahhh the joys of country life!

5:23 AM

duck slippers shuffle a morning song.

my eyes are glued shut and like a horse that returns to the barn

I instinctively go to the cupboard where the coffee is waiting.

sun is trying to sneak into the kitchen.little slivers of it slash across the countertop

razor sharp, it cuts whats left of the night to shreds.
yawn and stretch.bad idea.

for a moment every bone in my body, locked.

a painful contortion of comedic proportions.

COFFEE……

I spoon out the rich dark blend

into its little white paper bed and tuck it gently in.

flip the switch.

uncivilized mornings like this are tamed soon enough.

Coffee’s on.

Drinking Water

It has been scientifically proven that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia Coli (E-Coli) bacteria found in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop!

However, we do not run that risk when drinking wine (or rum, whiskey, vodka, beer or other liquors) because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling, filtering, and fermenting.

It is better to drink wine and talk shit - than to drink water and be full of shit.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I am doing it as a public service

Highs and Lows

Today's High
Two of my babies turn 26 today!!


The low
My baby brother is in the hospital [but now thankfully out of ICU]
Due to complications from his diabetes...
He needs good thoughts..

So if you have a few to spare....

Mirror Imagination

Days' break, I allow myself the luxury of hot water and perfumed lather to soothe away the pains, both body and soul,that have accumulated like so much grime on my psyche.
I rise from the bath,steamy tendrils circling my legs, rivulets streaming,feeling the thirsty softness of the towel drink the last drops from my skin.
Through the mist on the mirror I catch a glimpse of a girl~ damp hair curling madly around rose-flushed cheeks,familiar but forgotten in the years that have passed since I last saw that face.
Misty mirror clearing, she changes;becomes the woman I know now,curls of auburn sprinkled with silver,cheeks flushed with heat,not the blush of excitement -
the transformation first startles,then intrigues.

Dear Cats:

"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much."
-Oscar Wilde

What do you have against me?

I give you food, water, nice windowsills so you can sit and make strange noises at the squirrels and birds, and a cardboard scratcher-thing with catnip in it. I leave my clothes on the floor so you can curl up on them and get them all hairy. I keep you safe from the dangers of country life. Sometimes, when your lingering instincts—which are, at this point in your domesticated evolution, useless—make you think you want to go outside, I hold open the door for you. I continue to hold the door open until the breeze of the outdoors freaks you out and you slink, low to the ground for protection from the unknown forces, back inside. I let you bite and scratch me, and, in those rare moments when the voices in your head have silenced enough to let me, I pet you and scratch under your chin.

So what compels you to keep breaking my drinkware? I know I should wash the dishes before I go to bed instead of leaving them on the counter, but frankly, you shouldn't be up there in the first place. What is it that tempts you? It can't be the water, because you have plenty of that in your plastic dish on the floor, not to mention in the toilet, a source you've availed yourself of in the past. Perhaps your super feline sense of smell tells you that there was, hours ago, chicken on the counter, even though I've wiped it down with Method magnolia dish soap. Or maybe it's the magnolia scent, reminiscent of the outdoors of your blood-memory, that seduces you to leap. But regardless of why you jump up there, it seems to be only malice that drives you to break my glasses. Though you may think your technique is a secret, I've seen you try to push an object to the floor. You bat it repeatedly with your paw, like you're putting in mini-golf, until I yell at you and you run to your scratcher, which you seem to consider "base." But when I'm in bed, there is no stopping you, and the incidents end with my cheap Fred Meyer goblets and Pier 1 tumblers shattered on the floor. At the sound of the breakage, I wake up and you run and hide under the couch, leaving me to clean up the shards, which are not only saddening but dangerous. Cats, do you want to see me with stitches?

I have to tell you, Cats, that if this behavior doesn't end soon, I am not going to have any glasses left. And because I am broke, I am going to have to buy you cheaper food so I can afford to get more glasses. You think that Meow Mix is bad?

Regretfully,

Mamma Cheese

They look all sweet and innocent don't they?

But there is evil deep in those eyes!

Life's Goal

I am middle in age and young at heart,

Sometimes old in body and soul.

But in my mind I am just one part,

Striving to reach life's ultimate goal.

Happiness and sorrow,

My life has in it each part.

For with each passing day old life ends,

And a new beginning must start.

I still remember childhood dreams,

And wait patiently for futures untold.

In present time I unwrap each day,

And welcome each passing fold.

For life is like a game,

Where the heart and soul may ever soar.

Where no one is first and no one is last,

And no one is keeping score.

So if you are middle in age young at heart,

And sometimes old in body and soul.

Remember to live each day with your mind as part,

And you will reach life's ultimate goal.

Barn's~Eye View

Dazzling sunny days and harshly frigid nights have cycled round and round like a couple locked in a long, loping Virginia reel

February First Fluff

Warning

Never,

Never,

Never,Never,
ever..

fart in a wet suit !!!!!!