Birthday Meme....

Found this at Hammer's place and though it was interesting.Go to Wikipedia and type in your birthday, month and day only. (mine is September 20th)

List events that occurred that day.

1. 1891 - The first gasoline-powered car debuts in Springfield, Massachusetts, United States.

2. 1946 - The first Cannes Film Festival is held.

3. 1973 - Billie Jean King beats Bobby Riggs in battle-of-sexes tennis match at the Houston Astrodome in Houston, Texas.

4. 1984 - A suicide bomber in a car attacks the U.S. embassy in Beirut, Lebanon, killing twenty-two people.

5. 1979 - Lee Iacocca is elected president of the Chrysler Corporation.

List 3 people with funny names that share your birthday

1. 1599 - Christian the Younger, German Protestant military leader (d. 1623) [how many birthdays till he is considered the "older"?]

2. 1853 - Chulalongkorn, Rama V, King of Thailand (d. 1910)

3. 1981 - Dimitrios Papadopoulos, Greek football player

List a holiday or observance if any

1. Feast day of the following saints in the Roman Catholic Church:
The Korean Martyrs
Eustace
Vincent Madelgaire
Yves Mayeuc
Francis de Posadas
Thomas Johnson, John Davy, and companions

Hidden Desires

This post contains adult matter...

Push "next blog" if this is not of interest to you~

Cheese

There is an instant, during sex, in foreplay, while making out, when I get this sensation that I can't put in plain words. I've tried to touch on it, tried to give details about it, but I really have no idea what it is or where it comes from or what it means. I've never really followed it long enough to know what I would do in the middle of it, what would be on the other side of it.
I only feel the beginnings of it before I shy away.





Its power scares me.





It is some sort of overwhelming desire, where I feel I could do anything. Where I just want to take and take and rip through someone else with no regard to what they are feeling or what they want, only paying attention to my own sensation, what I want.


This is something I have kept hidden for a while. In fact, this is a rather new feeling in me all together, something brought on by being on top. By feeling strong while fucking, something about position is very much tied to this in a way I can't quite explain or express.

This last week, I wanted to casually discuss orgasms (my two kinds: 1. specific physical precision and 2. attitude, dirty talk and force). Lounging~ having lunch, after having a pleasant romp in the hay,I also wanted to tell my lover my fantasies consist of force. Of being taken by surprise and fucked with no regard for my own physical pleasure or discomfort or harm or enjoyment. Also adding that I want to take him in a way where I have all the control. ALL the say so. We have been together quite a few years and have touched on a lower level of this, but lately it has come more to the surface.

I want to tell him I enjoy it. I want to explain it in a timid and sly manner.

This is how I picture it in my head during those hours and days we can’t spend together. Yet somehow when we DO get those precious moments together I shy away from it or I am all consumed with the comfort of the known; The warmth of his presence. This is how I want this discussion to go.

I lower my eyes and finger the collar on his shirt.
I tell him my thoughts.

Trying to contain his coolness and not become a blubbering idiot on the ground in front of this girl, this fucking girl in his room, revealing to him one of her deepest desires. Something she doesn't ever really want to reveal because it scares her too deeply.

We kiss; damn do we kiss, all day long. I barely even have to close my eyes to remember all the precise contours and curves of his lips, his cheeks, his chin, his mouth, his tongue. I can feel him everywhere, still.

My teeth against his lips; my tongue on his teeth; My mouth achingly close to his without touching, pulling back, leaving precise centimeters between us, hot breath weaving together. My hands on his chest, on his biceps, which are laid out over the bed and I'm straining, pushing against his thighs, fingers kneading his muscles as he writhes under my hands.

I move his hand to mine and pull on his wrist; guide his hand under my skirt to my clit. He finds me wet and swollen already, slick and red and warm. Wanting.

He traces his fingers along my lips. "What do you want?" he asks, in an on-going attempt to encourage me to tell. Much greater are the chances of getting it, if I do. "Do you want my fingers inside you?" he touches my opening with his fingertips, pressing gently against me, but not inside. Not until I ask.

"No," I say. "On my clit. I want your fingers on my clit."

"Ahh," he says again, understanding, still learning my body, my desires, and he traces his fingers along my wet slit, up to the ridge of my clit, that tiny precise spot; Circling around it slowly.

"Is that it?" he asks, whispering, barely speaking, lips next to my ear.

"Ohhh ... yeah baby," I coo, head bent back, back arched.

"Fuck you for telling me fantasies like that," he says, and I’m a little startled by the harshness, looking at him with my eyes wide. "It makes me want to take you into the bedroom and bend you over my bed, push up your skirt and slide my cock inside you hard. Press my hand against your head, fingers tangled in your hair."

Fingers, mouths, skin. He continues: "My hands on your hips so I can pull you against me as I thrust inside you. My hands on your shoulders holding you down; Holding you against me as you squirm to get away."

I am wild on his hand; Pressing hot and heavy against him. I come once, but am still wet and wanting when he starts moving his hand again. I come twice.

"I'm not opposed to ... doing that," I say, "There’s time."


He is faced away from me, pulling his shirt over his head, unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down. Pulling off his briefs he steps to the bed. I place myself on the bed in front of him and fold my legs under my body, fan my skirt out over them.
I am on my knees on the bed, he is still standing, I reach for his cock with my fingers and he pushes my hand away.

I give him a long, hard look and he grips my upper arms in his fists, a little too tight, holds my gaze for a moment before he twists my torso and pushes me down to the bed on my stomach. He pulls at my skirt hard and thrusts his hand between my legs. He pushes his thumb inside me and bends it at the knuckle, opening me, pressing on the edges of my pussy. I gasp, laughing a little bit and gasping, breathing loud, moaning with every exhale.

He pushes his body against mine. As I arch my back, spread my legs, one hand takes hold of his cock and the other is still on my pussy, spreading my lips, locating the inlet.

He slides his cock inside. Puts it inside, presses inside and he is not being gentle. Thrusts it inside. He is not concerned about how wet I am, the angle, if I’m ready. I am, but it doesn't matter. He has my explicit permission to take me with no regard, and he will. He is.

"You like that?” He asks, whispering, growling. "You like my cock in you like that?"

Pushing and pulling my torso again, he moves my body so I’m width-wise on the bed, bent over the edge, ass in the air in front of him and he sticks his cock in me again. Press thrust plunge. Dipping inside and sliding out. He can see my cunt, red and swollen under him, even in the shadows. Stretched at the edges: with his dick within me.

He grabs my hips for leverage, to give his own hips a break and instead just moves mine against himself, pulling back and then away. Less work this way. He is breathless, needs a chance to calm his heart and pulse.

He is a good 10 inches taller than me and the bed is too low, the angle is not quite right, so his half-squatting legs are bent, pressing into me hard as I hang off the edge of the bed. I am still squirming but he keeps thrusting, clit straining against his hardness. He pushes his hand into my hair and grips a fistful, pressing my face into the bedspread. I catch my breath and laugh again, raspy, moaning.

"Oh god ... oh yeah ... oh baby," He is saying all the apt things. Fuck, I feel incredible, open under him like that. He bites my shoulder. I want him to leave marks on me, his marks, teeth marks and red love bites. I want to feel this for days. He pulls out slowly and pauses, presses inside of me hard. He is moaning with every thrust, lips next to my ear. "Uhh, uhh, ugh ... "

He pulls out once more and flips me onto my back, I wrap my legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders. My mouth is on his collarbone and he slides inside me again, fucking hard, hips bucking against me, head bent back, arms shaking from holding himself up so he collapses onto me and keeps fucking.

"I can feel every muscle in you," he says, "I can feel it when you pulse under me like that, when you tighten."

Eventually, he comes like this, thrusting inside me, wishing he could release inside me like this every day. Shaking rather than thrusting inside of me at the end, pulsing everywhere, screaming with release, groaning. His lips next to my ear, whispering fuck-talk, hand in my hair, until he gets sweet again and starts kissing my face, touching my cheeks, smoothing my wild hair that he has tangled.

We hold onto each other and kiss and he has friction burns on his elbows, spots rubbed red and raw from all the fucking. His knees are weak; he is shaking and shaken, practically crying at moments, other times laughing and giddy.

It is usually in the morning, waking with him, that the other feeling comes up in me. Awake and playful, I want to lay my body down on top of his, around his legs, and immediately I’m so turned on it is painful, so tough and wanting it nearly knocks the breath from me and though his face is upturned, looking for me to kiss him, his arms around me, fingers on my skin, I have to bury my face in the pillow next to him and breathe, focus, calm my muscles because I wanted so badly to rip something, to use my fingernails to keep him in place, to keep him with me, to cause that look of slight pain on his face.

To hear HIM cry out.

Desire so overwhelming I have little regard for pain, for boundaries, for anything except taking.

I have to back off. But perhaps next time, I'll discover where that feeling will take me, where it will take us~~~

Quote O' da Day

"Sometimes the appropriate response

to reality is to go insane."

-Philip K. Dick

Today should prove interesting...

I have been summond by my siblings to FINISH a project THEY started!

My mother purchased a new bed... so of course they decided it was time to paint my Mom's bedroom before it got delivered. And somehow they also can't seem to get this small task done in the 2 days they and their families had off this weekend. People this is a 15x15 room. Ok yes you do detect a small hint of disappointment in my written words. Picture this~ My brother and sister actually LIVE in the same town as my Mom AND my sister LIVES with my Mom. I on the other hand live an hour and a half away. So now they have emptied the room [with the help of 2 of my children who also do NOT live close to Grandma] vacuumed, washed the walls, primed the walls and now they have decided they can't PAINT the walls without my presents. I now believe my first suggestion of actually hiring a painter would have been the ticket... I sure as hell know it now would have been cheaper than all the gas money the family has spent lol.

Oh well I will be the dutiful daughter and do my part. I will NOT let my Mom push my buttons

[I do love the hell out of her but I always feel

5 instead of the close to 50 I am]

I will remeber she is a real person and not just my Mommers.

I will make her new bedroom as pretty as I can~ she deserves beauty in her life.

I will NOT complain anymore about this situation... I promise these words to be true.. heheh!

Ok now I will leave you with something that made me think...

Why aren't we allowed to eat our young?

How does this happen?

Do you remember......

Remember that cute little Coppertone girl

with her dog pulling on her blue bathing suit bottoms

during the late 50's and throughout the 60's?
Well, she's all grown up now,

and is living in Sarasota,

Florida at Siesta Key Beach.

Back Roads

I got to visit with SF today. We met up for the morning~afternoon. It is always so special when we can get a day off together!

He held my hand

[amongst other things **wink wink**]

as my beloved Ducks fell to the evil Gators. I am still proud of them!

We had a great picnic type meal together and even caught a peaceful little nap.

Sundays were MEANT for naps in my book!

Even got my hair brushed,, how perfect a day is that?

I always enjoy when we can be alone..

together-

I decided to take one of the lovely winding back roads home...

Please enjoy a little slice of Cheeseland..

Almost home....

Even the weeds in the yard were a joy...

I'll be able to survive another week...
I'll breath~

New to my Office

I came across a new traffic signal today...

It made me happy to be alive...

And it made my day!

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SWEET 16 !!

Oregon 76

UNLV 72

Gooooooooooo Ducks!

Game Haiku:

Was a close ending

Fun was had by all duck fans

We won, enough said

:o)

How SWEET it is!

Look out Gators...

Here we come!!

A Bright Cheese Moment...

Matt is taking off on a jet plane tomorrow.. I told him that I love to fly...

here's the proof!


Pictures of my first jump... sorry for the quality lol.. I didn't take them and the scanner I had at the time sucked... Hopefully someday I'll get grand scans of them!

People sometimes have asked me "Why would you jump out a perfectly good airplane?"

Because..

There is no such thing as a perfectly good airplane!

This is the BEST part!

And this is the peaceful part....

Maybe someday I will figure out how to share my jumping videos...

you would be able to hear me scream "OH SHIT" the first time the plane door was opened lol....

Mountain Tops/Deep Valleys

I've wandered the caverns,

Deep valleys below,

Slammed hard when I've walked into walls,

So lost in dark places,

Not wanting to know,

Been right to the edge of the falls.

So cautiously stepping,

For fear of my finds,

Not wanting to make any noise,

Eluding the monster,

That's haunted me so,

Forgetting to live, I suppose.

A hard time discerning,

Who I really am,

Or what I was missing in me,

And counting on others,

To fill in my blanks,

And tell me by what they,

would see.

In my darkest hour,

And hope nearly gone,

A gift sent from heaven above,

The most gentle voice,

Was leading me on,

To point out the sunrise above.

The path that would take me,

To my mountain top,

And show me how special I was,

To meet every challenge,

The best that I can,

With humor, and smiles and with love.

Gobs of Green

Happy Saint Patrick's day!

Yes I know it's German beer.. but it is green!

Celebrating My Mom

Happy Birthday Purdy Lady!

Cheesy Wubbas U!

EXPLOSION !!

Views of Wenesday....

Oregon is in bloom!

A Friend

His smile
Like a warm embrace
To make me laugh
From this awful place.
The sadness that was all around,
So lost inside
Can I be found?
A story,
A joke,
A casual touch,
The softest stroke.
A friend to soothe
My deepest need,
A friend to listen
A friend indeed.
I always notice
Your stunning eyes,
And the casual power
Of your thighs.
So strong,
Yet sweet,
An engaging smile,
Touch me
Touch me
Just for awhile.
The heat, it shimmers
From far below.
How deep this need
How deep it goes.
I consider you friend,
I find you lover.
Your lips so soft,
My breasts you cover.
With your hand
You pull me close.
My need is rising
Until I explode.
At last I lay
Content,
A sigh.
My breathing slows
The knots untie.
My deepest sadness
Now my deepest peace.
The ache within
At last has eased.
A friend you've been,
In my heart you'll stay.
You touched my soul,
While in your arms I lay.

Sunday fun.....

Had a faboo time Friday night @ Janie's B~day party! Her granddaughter had it at a super eatery called The Claim Jumper. Cripes I will be eating off the leftovers for 4 days!

Saturday all of us girls went to the movies, we saw "Wild Hogs". I now love theaters in Portland, they have Starbucks!This movie was by no means made to try and win the Oscar but DAMMIT I freekin laughed my ass off! It was a little cheesy, goofy and PURE entertainment! This is the first movie I had truly enjoyed Martin Lawrence in. Travolta was a little odd in the part he played, Tim Allen was pretty believable but,William H. Macy stole the show. I fell in love with his character!

Today I am home and we are celebrating my Mom and Bro-in-laws' birthdays. Middle kiddo also showed up with the new dish set up.. yes the House of Cheese is stepping into the 19-20th centurties!

It was absolutly grand weather and he had alot of supervision.

Annie was doing great outside and also had a nice trip in the car somewhere other than the vets. She also had a good time with her Vancouver and Portland pup pals.

Squash was non-plused with the company. I tried a few times to get him to come join the party, but he had other plans.

Made a red velvet cake and ranch chicken for the crowd and we hung outside and just relaxed most of the day. I love watching spring arrive! It was a nice change from the last couple of weeks and much appreciated on my part!

One more day off for me then back to the daily routine of my real job. In some ways I'm looking forward to it. I've had my fill of homeland drama for awhile!

Farewell and Friday Funny

I am off to PDX for my best gurlie type friends' surprize birthday party.... see you all Saturday night!

~I leave you with something I found amusing this week~

This is an open letter written to the brand manager of Proctor andGamble (Maker of Always Maxi Pads)...

Dear Mr. Thatcher,






I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core(tm) or Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.



Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?




As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the reason for my letter.




Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period."







Are you fucking kidding me?



What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness-actual smiling, laughing happiness-is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kah lú a and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you just picking on us?


Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.Always.

Best, Wendi

Austin , TX

[damned if I'm not glad I don't have to deal with this!]

Tickle me Thursday

"You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants."

-Stephen King

I'm starting to feel like my ol' self again....Back to my life as I know it~

Thanks for bearing with me....

Cheesydoodle

We all need heroes...

Who designs these things?

The Best Part of Waking Up...

A moment in Cheeseville

The roomie and I are having arguments about who should brew the coffee each morning.
I said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."
Bro said, "You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."
I replied, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."
He snorts, "I can't believe that, show me."
So I fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages that it indeed says:

"HEBREWS"

I adore it when I can make him grimmace!

The good.the bad, the decompression

This post may take awhile to load for some...

long and many pictures.

Bear with me if you will..

Ramblings and joys and sorrows.

Hard to believe but the pulling of juniper

was the good this past weekend~

As I was loading my vehicle for my trip to the daughters house Sunday morning,I found my beloved Buddah in the driveway.

From the looks of things I believe he may have been hit by

a car. I know many of you have been riding the House of Cheese roller coaster of Pet-dome the last two weeks and this put me over that edge of emotions that I could barely handle. I took many moments to wrap him, cuddle him, allow his furfaced family to acknowledge his passing, dug a grave and buried my little cuddle boy.

I've had him and his brother Squash since they were rescued and weighed less than 7 oz. They have been a total joy to me and I will miss him. I will have to become his brothers wrestle mate.

After composing myself, checking with roomie about care of the ani-mules while I was away~ I decided to go ahead and head south as I had promised. I believe it was a good choice for me; I needed a break.

It was a sunny semi-warm day and a perfect day for a drive. I arrived later in the day than I would have liked, but we got almost all the cut juniper taken to the recycle lot and some of the stumps pulled. The rest will have to be chain sawed out.



I wont have to buy balls for Snowshoe for awhile.. we hit paydirt under the juniper lol.

Great sight,, an empty truckbed..DONE!




Monday I finished the last load and returned to daughters' peaceful quiet house and yard and took advantage of admiring the first signs of spring. Spent the rest of my time there relaxing, cooking and catching up with Daughter and her posse.


I needed the time away to heal a bit and collect my emotions... I'm so glad I didn't stay home to mope and mourn... I can do that the rest of the week.

I drove home Tuesday and was able to even stop in for a quick visit with SF. Got comforting hugs... needed that. I've learned that sharing with someone increases your joys by 100%, and decreases your sorrow by 50%.


All in all my mind is at peace but my heart will take awhile to mend...

Buddah Belly, thank you for being such a bright spot in my life the last year and a half, you will be missed terribly!




Did alot of up-close practicing with my new camera, I'll get it figured out yet. Enjoy the awakening sights of spring....

Tueday Teehee

Posting from afar lol....
headed home this morning...
So until I can download my camera
here's a little filler

Very crafty, those ducks...

L is for ......

LOSER

Which is what I was the evening of our Annual Postal

MDA Texas Hold~em Event.

Great turn out this year... 64 participants

Setting up the chips....this is gonna be FUN

Here's my seat.. Table 6 seat 7...Seat One ended up the winner at my table..chit

Clint to my right had never played... look at that stack of chips!!....never played~~~ya right.

JD got the first flush of the eve... he won a Levi jacket

At this point I was out....Had gone all in with a pair of Jacks and a pair of 4's and 3's showing...damned that 3 Clint had

Ending up winning a $25 Jerry's Home improvement Gift Certificate

so the evening was full of fun AND I get to go cruise my favorite store!

And the moon was just amazing last night... wish I would have brought the telephoto thought... sigh

I want to thank Jerry's, Levi Strauss, Seven Feathers Casino, Chinook Winds Casino, Munks Beef Jerky, Bi~mart, Costco, Starbucks,and a Private owner of a cabin at the coast [grand prize a week in the cabin] for their generous donations of gifts and prizes! We ended up raising over $2400!!

I am off to Ashland for a couple of days to help the Daughter and her hubby pull and haul off Juniper.. oh joy! See you all soon!

Me thinks I should rethink....

Was sitting here going over my Stats counter..having a cup o' java..just chilling and enjoying my day off.

Decided to go over my keyword Analysis... Maybe I have a wee bit too much adult content?? lol

she gasped as i slowly penetrated her

she felt his balls

she could feel the hardness of his member

big breasts bar wench stories

dark thoughts

his tongue moved on her body

And that was just the last two days!

Maybe I should lean more toward writing about butterflies and blue skies?

Update & Friday Funnies

Annie update... are you ready for this one???

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SHE POOOOOOOO'D

it's been a week..

finally... a good sign

[yes I know my life is rich and exciting..]

Now... I actually feel like posting something

not furface related,,,

I'll bet you are freekin relieved eh?

Story of my life...

On ebay!? The internet is amazing...

Breakfast IS the most important meal of the day....

Ok SOME furface ...

just funny ones though...

Talk about a spendy Chick!!!