For much of our lives we have tried to fit in/defy categorization and yet here we are on NN forcing ourselves into a "slot" for pic genre. Making us take stock of ourselves and trying to decide where we should put our pics so that others find us in the correct category. Guys not so much mainly because there aren't as many categories for you to chose from. But ladies , good lord we have options!
"Do I have big tits, med tits or small tits"
Are my tits wet and messy? Are they mature? Are they BBW tits?
Am I a mature woman? A chick? A bbw?
Artistic?? What the hell is artistic on an amateur site?
Some think taking an ordinary pic and making it black and white, or at the worst negative, artistic.
We all want to fit in/stand out.
I tend to always post in mature women mainly because over 40 is who I am, I really have no idea if my pics belong in a different category. I tried posting in tits small once and was hollered at.
Yup the beer and cold meds have kicked in together.
I'm thinking i should go off to the suggestions section of the forum and ask for my own category
ju

I did get an early start, I was home from the store just after 9am but I have so many things that I want to get done I don't know where to start.
Heading to the shower to organize my thoughts and hoping I don't get side tracked,
ju

to seeing red!!
I am so furious I am having a tough time thinking about much else. WHY do some parents think it is their god given right to bring kids into their relationship that has gone wrong?
If I thought this was the right venue I would explain, but it isn't.
cryptically furious!!!!!
ju

The primer went on really well, as for the red well not so much. I knew and was told again that red was a bitch of a colour and yup I will say it is. I have 2 coats on now and I can see it, the places I have brushed it on what it will eventually look like, but damn this stuff doesn't hide anything! I think I have enough paint left to do a 3rd coat but I am thinking even so it isn't going to be enough. It will look really good when it is finally done. The red is really dark. Unfortunately the next can of paint will have to wait till I have $ again on the 20th.
Looking forward to finally getting this project done and dreading when I change my mind and have to paint over it (I have heard it is equally hard to hide)
Wondering what on earth ever possesed me,
ju

I started on the kitchen this am, finally got the ceiling finished and the trim painted, then it was onto patching and sanding the walls. I have just finally finished the second coat of primer and my kitchen is now a hideous shade of bubble gum pink. If that isn't motivation to get the job done then i don't know what is. I SHOULD have the job done tomorrow.
Fingers crossed that this hideous colour of primer will do the job its supposed to and make the red go on the way it should.
Totally worn out,
ju

we all have them and the longer you live the more you will have. The tattooes of life are as varied as our lives are. There will be surgery's, stitches, physical as well as emotional scars. Look at them as something to be cherished because those tats make you who you are today. If you have gotten to today you deserve a huge round of applause and a well wish for the future.
scared and tattooed and damn proud of them all,
ju

a sunny winter day and we have recently gotten some more snow (it's about time) So when I had to take a hike to the store I decided to grab the cam and take the long way down there. It was so pretty and so peacefull I dawdled for a long time before heading back to civilization.



While I was in the store I got talking to a guy who told me several years ago he was walking the same path with his daughter and they were lucky enough to have seen a snowy owl.
Revived by nature,
ju

that I want to paint the kitchen red. I started on the weekend with the ceiling it is almost done (just don't ask why 4 coats of paint isn't enough I would have to write a novel)
As I was painting and making a mess of the walls, which I knew needed to be painted anyway I suddenly decided I want a RED kitchen.
Today I had use of a car so off I went for paint etc. I got to my local Canadian Tire (google it, it is much more than tires) and got talking to the woman in the paint dept. Me talkative? Not at all compared to her but I was enjoying our chat. To make a really long story short the colour of red I chose had apparently been giving them fits and they had come up with a new formula which was taped to the counter and half worn away.
Part of our discussion had to do with kids, money, budgeting etc. My new "best friend" then said "I know what we can do" and proceeded to haul me away from other customers to fill me in. Paritally hidden behind the paint shaker and the counter she informed me that she could mix the colour and get as close as possible to the one I wanted and if I liked it she would give it to me for half price (what they charge for colours gone wrong) At this point I am thinking I have nothing to lose and said go for it, after all I was under no obligation to buy it if I did't like it.
As it turned out the paint wasn't EXACTLY the colour on the chip but close enough for me.
Almost an hour and a half later I walked out of the store with a gallon of half price paint custom mixed.
Seeing red and grinning
ju

I was having such a wonderful dream I did NOT want to wake up this morning.
Enjoying the after glow,
ju

and walked right past this guy, he seems to have picked up his lunch at my neighbours bird feeder. He was calmly eating as I stood there looking at him. I then came home grabbed the camera and hoped he would stay put and pose for some pics. The flash seemed to bother him just enough to stop eating but not enough to take off.



It's not everyday we get to see something like this in such an urban area.
Bird watching,
ju