The Answer IS...

Personally, I think I'm guided by the whole animal world, or maybe they just all sponge off me, but if one were to stand out, this would be a good one.


The Mustang
Th spirit of the Mustang, the everlasting symbol of
love and of generousity protects you from being
used by others who would take advantage of you.
You are the kind of person willing to lend your
strengths to those who are true to you so that
they may better themselves and get back on
their own feet. Your quote: "He who learns
but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but
does not learn is in great danger"


What is your Inner Spirit Totem Animal?
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Midnight Mahem

Transported to Germany, a lovely glade complete with pond/lake, and an unaware suitor waiting in a tree-top dwelling. All for only two hundred dollars and 50mg of generic Benadryl.

This is where my subconcious wanderings led me last night. The dream escalated into a full blown episode that ended happily... sort-of. As I reflect on it, I am now conciously aware that it was a reflection of my man-life dilemmas. Turbulent, extreme and semi-rewarding.

More exploration is needed.

Par for the Course

Long periods of desolation punctuated by brief bountiful moments. This is the typical cycle of my "man-life". Recently, I have found myself in the eye of a man hurricane being whirled and twirled this way and that, and all the circling suitors have some obstacle to be overcome. And I'm not talking about everyday obstacles, e.g. weird toes, bad breath or sloppy clothing habits. No, No... each and every candidate is attached, committed, bound-up (among other things); yet still reaching out to me.

Oh Really???????????????

Stating the obvious. Not to mention the high alcohol consumption, deafening roar of humanity, and stress on the ol' eyeballs searching for tadpoles.

Pick your poison!

Co-Ow-Boy-Oyz

I went to the Cowboys ga-ame... lalalalala... And they wo-on... lalalalala... They juked the Bro-owns... lalalala... There was a fake punt, There was a flea-flicker, There was some awesome playing... lalalalalalalalalalalalala

Dallas Rules!

Obscure Thrumming

Weird. Unique. Firecracker. Pistol. "Undomesticated". Intimidating. A few of the descriptors that I have acclimatized to over the years.

Never Normal. Obviously Odd. Quaintly Quirky. These are my modes.

The product of two immensely gifted parents occupying the most distal ends of the spectrum, I am a lethal (whether to myself or others remains undetermined) genetic spawn. Creatively retentive and analytically artistic, I have bucked the system, taken the jibes and funny-walked to the precussionists in my head.

"Why?" you ask, do I announce the obvious. Amazingly enough, I forget that not everyone is like me. Not everyone wants to stand out, to be noticed, to be the locus... and I ask, "Why?" Vanilla/Chocolate is the answer. (I like neither.) Last eve found me bitten in the proverbial buttocks by my natural bent for the bizarre and different. I was hurt. I was angry. I shot the messenger...and then I apologized for the shooting.

I only desire to be "normal", "average" in those frustrating moments when statistical outlying seems to be a handicap. And then I come to my senses, know that my idiosyncracies are what make me alluring, exotic and fetching. I like those words and I like being those words... wouldn't you??

Turn-Ons #1:

Speech Impediments
Nice Feet
Compatible Pheremones
Pets (Duh!)
Naked in the Sun

My Gawd!...

Would you just look at me go... I have images in the sidebar; images in my posts; buttons, links and galleries; I'm carelessly stealing bandwidth (I think); and who knows what will happen next. I may even get new background, font and gizmos.

Better bookmark this blog!

I Snorted....

heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee... (breath) heeheeheeheeheeheeheeeeeeee... (oo, cramp) heeheeheeheehee... (silent) heehee (snort)

"Yes, YEs, YES!!!!!!!!!!!"

I'm going to the Cowboys' game on Sunday... lalalalalalalalala... I love the Cowboys... lalalalalalala... I'm gonna marry them... lalalalalalalala... And you can't have me... lalalalalalalalala... I'm gonna love them all, I'm gonna love them all, I'm gonna LOVE ALL OF MY COWBOYS!!!!!!!!!!

YeeHaw!!!

Just WORK, Dammit!

Thanks to javablack for additional guidance on the image thing. I will whirl it when reaching the abode this eve.

Yesterday...WHOA! what a day. Taught my first regular 24Cycle class at the Irving 24Hour Fitness...yep... at the delightful hour of 6 AM! So that means I had to lever my ass out of my watery nest at 5AM, pry my eyeballs open and put on a happy face for 9 bright and bushy club members. Then off to the shop for some heavy lifting, cleaning, rearranging and a little more heavy lifting. Leave the shop, straight to the Bedford Sport to teach a 6PM 24Cycle class to 15 hungry, stressed-out, professionals who are looking to me for a nasty work-out.

I got about 15 minutes into that evening workout and I didn't think I would make it. I was bushed. Man I had to fight for that one. But made it to the end, slogged home, thrust some BARS down the ol' gullet, tickled the birds and dogs, fell asleep during halftime of the Panthers/GreenBay game...despite John Madden's commentary.

Yeesh!

#52

If You're my Parents or Not Over 18... Don't Read This!!...
I'm NOT Kidding!!!!!

Wild disco music pumping in another room. You are thinking, "Jeezy Chreezy, I hate these functions. Hobnobbing with a bunch of gits and not a female prospect in sight. Getting glad-eyed by large hirsute gay men.This blows - I'm outta here." And as you turn in your party napkin and head for the door, you spy an old friend trapped in the corner by an older man who is trying to impart his wisdom on her thigh. You laugh inwardly because you know she is too nice to turn the suitor away and yet she has that wild trapped rabbit look going on that you have seen so many times before.

You head over to the duo hoping to rescue your friend and catch up on the news, as well as relieve her from the sure delights of denturely debauchery. You saunter up and recognition washes over her face, her septugenarian is dismayed and you cleverly, wittily extract her from her discourse by announcing to the gentleman that you have a date with this "dirty little whore" and you plan to get every minute's worth. Our drooling woo-er flees the scene and the two of you dissolve into giggles.

"Well, My Darling," she purrs. "Where have you been and what have you been doing with yourself?"

You start forming a reply and she cuts in, "No, don't answer that last bit...I think I know," she affirms with a wink.

"God, she hasn't changed one whit. In fact, I think she has become more, more of everything. Is there a ring? Do I see someone floating around to whom she might be tethered," you think. You decide that she can be yours for the evening if only you are clever enough. Your friendship/premature relationship was never bad, was never ended...just faded away like so many do. After a while you regretted that...losing that friend. And, now, here she is.

You both creep off to find a quiet place to re-connect. How long has it been?? Too long. The heat is rising off of her and there is something rising in you as well. Nope, nothing has changed. You flirt and banter, picking up where you left off as if you had just met for tea yesterday. She is looking edible in black - small flippy skirt accentuating her firm round buttocks with just a hint of cheek peeking out, scoop neck clingy top giving away the globes of her magnificent breasts. And, that brain...still in tip-top shape. Suddenly you have the overwhleming urge to ravish her..., now! As you think these indecent thoughts, you can see that she is headed right down the path with you. She smolders, her heat turns up a notch and the legs splay just a tad.

"Another drink?" you inquire.

"Sure, I'm still drinking that old fuzzy water."

And you head to the bar, hand protectively on the small of her back, eyes challenging any male you come across. "This choice little morsel is mine!" you radiate. After retrieving the beverages you manuever her down a short hall citing the need for relief. She willingly trips along before you. As you reach the small powder room you start to enter and then grab her by the wrist pulling her in with you. Quickly shutting the door and twisting the lock, you trap her. You grab her silken long hair, pressing your lips firmly to hers, tongues frantically struggling , hands roving mindlessly trying to take it all in again. Both breathless, you fumble at zippers and buttons, hooks and stays. As soon as you can get your trousers to your knees, she drops to hers, taking all of you in her wet, warm mouth. She suckles you like someone starving, her hand massaging your shaft while her expert tongue moves dartingly. She cups and massages your bag, knowing just how to bring you to the edge and then back off.

You are just as hungry for her pussy. You remember that tight, delicious cave that never failed to satisfy. Reluctantly and before you release you pull out of her mouth, turning her to the lavatory, lifting and perching her there on the edge. Your fingers go to her tiny secret places and re-acquaint themselves with her smoothness, perfection. She chirps in delight and you feel sure that her pleasure can be only moments away. You plunge into her heedlessly, holding her head back by her hair and exposing her creamy neck. You are both frantic now, grappling and sucking, teething and struggling. It's too overwhelming and you both come...motionless. Letting the ecstasy pour over you.

Directly you say, "Nice to see you again....."

Festing the Grape

Yesterday found me celebrating life, friends and the grape at the annual GrapeFest in Grapevine, Texas. A coincidental morning communique from my lovely friend Duff and we were off to grape it. The fair has grown over the years and now is a lovely affair that will soon rival Fort Worth's Main Street Festival. We made new friends, met old friends and revelled in a beautiful Texas afternoon capped off with the musical stylings of Mingo Fishtrap (see link to left), a thoroughly entertaining band that never fails to deliver.

Still Trying to Learn...

I think my images are not displaying because I don't have the right "hosting" situation. Hell...I don't know. If anyone can guide through this image morass I would be most obliged and will attempt to post a link to the Samaritan.

Post Script: raspberry sundae sent valuable info allowing me to figure out how to get my images on my blog, however I don't think they are loading right so you may have to right click on the image and choose "show picture." Nevertheless, thanks for getting me started, ras, and I have added your link