A Healing Day~

It has been a very sad week in the House of Cheese.

We live in a very small farming community, and two of my kids [da twins] lost a classmate this week. He was my daughters most beloved bestest friend growing up. She has of course taken this hard. Sunday her twin brother, her cousin, uncle and myself traveled down to beautiful Ashland to rally around her and just be.....

J was a sweet soul and we lost him to complications from his almost life long struggle with diabetes at the tender age of 25. He was living in NYC and his mother, older brother, and his twin brother, have flown back to bring him home. They lost their father less than a year ago and so this will be a true struggle for this family. I believe that in a class of 26 kids.. and Daughter and J both being from sets of twins gave them a rather special bond early in life. The entire class was close.. just like family and this has been a huge loss to us all. I remember back when we lost the kids' Dad how amazing these kids were.... I know J's family will be surrounded by the same warmth.

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We decided to go to lunch then just walk around town, visit, and enjoy lovely Lithia Park. Almost a year ago my sweet daughter was married there so it is a place of love for us.

I LOVED the name of this clothing store!!

Some free entertainment~~ street style

Please enjoy the peaceful scenes we absorbed today.

It was heartwarming to see her smile again.






We will celebrate J's life and deeply mourn his loss....
Surround by family...It was a wonderful day...

iPod~sMyPod~~~

Caution... Adult Content

The *Nearly* Perfect Lover

Well dear readers, my sex life has gone into a sharp plummet lately. To be honest, it has damn near gone into cardiac arrest.
SF, bless his heart, is fucking mind blowing in bed. Yet this time of year we both have scheduling woes. Obviously, you can see my problem. Especially since SF is a tad far away.

So, what's an extremely wound up gurlie to do with herself in such a situation? Easy --- fill her iPod with more sexiness than Amsterdam's Red light District!

Between my collection of "fuck me" music, a few finely selected videos, and a vivid imagination, it's enough to knock Bill Clinton on his cigar-diddling ass.

Combine that with my oh-so-wonderful WASCALLY WABBIT, and it makes a somewhat decent alternate. My iPod & toys are always ready, willing, and able. And there is something to be said for being completely surrounded in music while you're arching your back, gasping for air, and digging your nails into the sheets as whimpers and moans escape your lips.

Having peaceful, emotion driven music (I personally recommend Marvin Gaye, Otis Redding, Etta James and Van Morrison ) pouring through you as you let your emotions and your body take over, riding wave after wave of orgasm as your heart is ready to burst, even though you're just *loving* yourself, is a dreamlike sort of high.

My only complaint? Trying to hold the blasted thing, keeping my headphones on, and watch a video is damned annoying when all I want to do is close my eyes and thrash. All things considered, not a bad price to pay for the colossal orgasms received in return.

I am thoroughly convinced that if I can just get my hands on the OhMiBod, my sex life will be bearable until I can get my hands on SF again.

I'll be honest, my iPod & vibrator are fucking deliciously wonderful, and I don't know what I'd do without them.

Having said that, I must admit...I am aching for SF. Even with my vibrator crammed into me as deeply as it can reach, my fingers fluttering over my clit as I close my eyes and throw my head back, it still can not compare to the feeling of his hands grasping my shoulders as he crashes into my body, his thighs pressed against mine as his lips graze over my shoulder, his tongue flicking against my skin as I buck against his hips, begging for more.

It can't compare to his breath on my neck as he slams into me from behind, dragging his finger tips over my nipples as he pulls me back against him is not something that my imagination and hands can imitate.

Above all, it can not duplicate his sweet, quiet breath wandering over the pillow as he falls asleep beside me. The magic of his soft eyelashes caressing his skin as he drifts off next to me, pouting lips open, as if he were about to kiss me as sleep took him, is completely beyond compare.

Finally, his strong, firm, and yet gentle arms around me as he kisses me softly, murmuring against my lips he loves me, could never be imitated or copied. There is no feeling in the world quite like his arms around me, and no matter how badly I miss the sex, I will always, always miss that so much more.

Somebody needs to invent an iPod that can hold you and make pillow talk. Either that or some kind of teleportation device.

I'll take either at this point.

MMMMMM Dinner

I remembered to take some money today...

and I got this lovely yellow watermelon...

JUICY!And these two beauties... what SHALL I make???
An onion as big as a head!

What are you?

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as though just as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners.
She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl . She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did, and noted that they were soft.The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mom?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

Think of this:

Which am I?
Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level?
How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

May we all be COFFEE!!!!!!!

Thought for the day

Handle every situation like a dog.

If you can't Eat it or Screw it.

Piss on it and Walk Away

Sunday Sightings

Sunday sightings-

and appreciative flashes...

Realizing Eeyore is alive and

well right here in my valley

[he found his tail!!]

Sharing a moment with another redhead in nature.....

Thankful I only got caught behind this bike race for a mile!
Sited a happy pup with a new chew toy....
Blessed to have cold clean water

on a hot sticky-ish day

Grateful for being surrounded by luv at nap time..

To the right~~

Middle...
And left....
Waking to the gift of my favorite coffee....
I adore Sundays!

There is such a thing as.....

There is such a thing as.....

A free lunch!

I have been keeping my eyes on these beauties for a couple of weeks now...

Tom and Margaret run a small organic farm out by the river on my route. I look forward to the days that they open shop and sell some of their wares. Today was the day! As I was filling their mailbox with the usual ads, fliers, and bills; Margaret waved me over. I got to pick something from the tables for lunch! Oh the decisions!

Kind of messy and hard to eat in the truck.... Didn't have a bowl or a fork~damn!

Very pretty but...not too tasty....

Extremely yummy I'm sure...

But I didn't have any gum

Not quite ripe....

My choice for lunch...mmmm,

mmmmm,

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Thanks Margaret!!

Red Tomatoes

{Image borrowed from Slag's blog}

I am jealous of Slag and Jill's 'maters.....

This reminded me of them lol!

A beautiful woman loved growing tomatoes, but couldn't seem to get her tomatoes to turn red.One day, while taking a stroll, she came upon a gentleman neighbor who had the most beautiful garden full of huge red tomatoes.The woman asked the gentlemen, "What do you do to get your tomatoes so red?" The gentlemen responded, "Well, twice a day I stand in front of my tomato garden naked in my trench coat and flash. My tomatoes turn red from blushing so much.

"Well, the woman was so impressed, she decided to try doing the same thing to her tomato garden to see if it would work. So twice a day for two weeks she flashed her garden hoping for the best.One day the gentleman was passing by and asked the woman, "By the way, how did you make out? Did your tomatoes turn red?" No", she replied,

"but my cucumbers are enormous."

The not so mighty Rogue River

Some peaceful moments at a calm

spot on the Rogue River......

Me in the Tub.......

Going out on a limb here....

ready for it??

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Lost in your Kiss

Your warm soft lips gently

cascade over my face

I feel the warmth of your

hands as you trace

I feel lost in your kiss

a warmth spreads through me

I never dreamed it could be like this...

I long to tell you all that I want

all that I desire

As your eyes, your hands, your lips

spread my lustful fire

Your sweet warm breath

I feel against my skin

as I move my head back

and draw you further in

Like a sponge..my body absorbs you

every pore

every part of me

feels the sensation ripple through

When our lips part

I whisper in your ear

"This is what I wished for...

to feel your body near"

Ya Right.......

The best part of~~~

Waking up.....

In Memory of Tuti

Sunday one of our blogger buddies lost his beloved dog Tuti~

I am so saddened by this; I had the great fortune of spending a day with Scott and his furfaces at the beach not too long ago. Tuti was not the most social pup but she sure did tickle my soul with the way she "told" you how she felt with her cute little doggie words and I enjoyed watching her make cool "beds" in the sand when one spot got too hot for her.

Scott...be at peace and I for one am glad I got to be a tiny part of her life.

My love, a love that's through and though. For my loyal friend, my dog, that's you.

"Wisdom usually does not fall from high places. The mighty and the splendid have taught me little. I have learned more from my dog than from all the great books I have read. The wisdom of my dog is the product of his inability to conceal his wants. When he yearns to be loved, there is no pouting in the corner. There are no games entitled 'Guess what is the matter with me.' He puts his head on my lap, wags his tail and looks up at me with kind eyes, waiting to be petted. No professor or sage ever told me I might live a more successful life if I simply asked for love when I needed it."

Gerry Spence

"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself."

Josh Billings

"A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down."

Robert Benchley

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night.
And if I go, while you are still here... Know that I still live on, Vibrating to a different measure, Behind a thin veil that you cannot see through. You will not see me, so you must have faith. I will wait there for the time when we can soar together again, both aware of each other. Until then, live your life to the fullest. And when you need me, just whisper my name in your heart, ...I will be there.

You will be missed Tuti

A Study in~~~~

Hay~~~~

Buzz buzz~~~~

Sunday was.....

Precious
These are the moments I cherish~~

Do you really know your theology?

I am off to the races today, but before I leave I have a Sunday quiz for you.....

Who was the 3rd man in history to walk on water?

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The 2nd was the apostle Peter.

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Then there was this guy Jose...

Have a most excellent day everyone!

Swimming with dogs.....

Can be dangerous..A slight mishap with Annie Fannie..

As I coaxed her into the water she leap in and raked my chest and arm with her killer nails....

Two words....

Ow itch

[I tried a pic of the injury but it just came across as porn

so I'll skip it]

Another lovely hot day in the Valley of Cheese...the lake was quiet and

the water PERFECT!

Tuckered the pups out with a grand morning swim

Day 2 of happy toes!

Helped son look at houses again this afternoon... then headed back to the lake for a cook out with old friends and kids that used to work with hubby...It was a sweet evening at the lake!

I woke from a dream....

[Update:End of the day added to the end of the post]

First of all Happy Birthday America..

I am blessed and proud to be your child!

Today I woke from a dream. This dream has left me in a slightly melancholy mood. You see this was my husband's favorite holiday. Better than Christmas... better than his birthday...even better than Super Bowl Sunday..

I know he was weird...

He was a true pyro at heart. He would gather up the kids and travel to far corners, usually unknown to me, in search of firepower illegal in this area to feed his addiction for BOOM. My boys have inherited this vice. He even once loaded up the rug rats and drove to Wyoming.. yes WYOMING.

What a nerd he was.

The dream was so real...the dream was a true memory of a 4th about 20 years ago. The time he acquired something called "Helicopters". They flew high...they went BOOM. They also once landed in the middle of the street in front of his business...right in the path of a police car. Good thing they all loved him.

He has been gone almost 12 years now. I have a sweet man I love to spend time with, but we were not able to make today an "us" day. Sometimes long distance relationships are taxing no matter how wonderful they are. So I think I will load up my pups and head to a lake....as of yet in an unknown location....and try and be at peace with myself.

Will it ever get easier?

Later that evening...lol....

The lake was super crowded, so I drove a bit further and settled in at a secluded spot on the Row River.

Pups got right in and cooled down.

I think the expression on Snow's face says it all

I spent the day relaxing, swimming, reading and giggling at the pups.

It was a peaceful heart healing day. None of us wanted to leave but it was getting dark so we loaded up and headed back. It was a pretty evening and I enjoyed the ride home.

Happy Cheese toes...Good night~~

Get Well Alberto!!

Way way back in the 70's when I was young and wide eyed, there was a young man who I held in great esteem. His name was Alberto Salazar and we went to college together.

I was also a U of O athlete at the time [swimmer] and he was the up and coming star of the long distance track team.[And the world] I was by no means on his level, but at times in the early dawn, we would share either gym training time or he would pass me on the Prefontaine Trails here in my beautiful city. He always had kind words to share and ALWAYS was encouraging to others trying to reach their goals.

That seems like a true lifetime ago, hell it was a lifetime ago. I was saddened to hear this weekend that he collapsed at the Nike campus in PDX Saturday from a heart woe.

Berto dammit get better SOON!

The reason.....

The main reason for my visit back east was for my Oldest daughter's 30th birthday. I am finally posting the last of the vacation posts. I suppose it is time to get back to my day to day life.

We started out the day with a trip into the city of Raleigh to cruise the museums. I wont bore you with the pics I took in there. But my favorite was the butterfly room at the science museum. I wanted to go into Durham to see the huge butterfly exhibits but time did not allow. NEXT trip!

My goofball girls

Talking to statues...asking for directions. He said thata way>
Texting the other boys wondering what cute girl they were stalking now....
When we got back the gurlie girls and I were off for mani-pedi's
[this was all a ruse to get J out of the house so the boys could set up for the B-day party]


BEFORE
[As you can see my girls got there Dad's monkey toes]
DURING


AFTER

She didn't have a clue and the men folk did a GREAT job!
Even set the table with the new dishes we all chipped in on for her.
Mommers delivering the goods. Chocolate cake with Coconut rum/chocolate frosting. J is by no means a cook but she likes a good rum so N and I improvised with the flavorings lol.

A big blow hard... like her Mom!!

My Princess
Da Cult O' Cheese
She LOVED her new shirt. Was scary for her to wear in public though.. NC was playing Oregon State in the college baseball finals while we we there ... hehhe OSU won!
My big girl...shiney...buzzed... and happy...