Ok, I posted some older pics but give me a break I'm still beat and too tired to take new ones. And even made some of them tributes.

I am, however, not too tired for more sex. Wonder if I can convince my husband to accomodate me.

oh honey......

smirking
kitt xxx

I feel like a guy...
I'm tired, tired, tired
but I'm also horny

Do I sleep....
or do I have sex...
sex....or sleep...

I'm thinking sex then sleep and if I wake up I can have sex again.

oh the dilemnas...
kitt xxx

Well, the sticky white stuff appeared this morning. Just enough for me to have to clean off my car but not enough to stick to the roads. The lawns, trees...cooler stuff that wasn't travelled on, were layered in a very wet "dusting". All things considered though it was the perfect snow. It came in the morning and was gone by afternoon. Now if they would all behave like that we might get along.

Besides that, we had a nice weekend. We got our tree at a local tree farm on Saturday. You can cut your own but I'm not into all that manual labor if I can help it and Wolf cuts enough trees around here that he didn't feel deprived one bit. We picked one of the ones they keep in their lot for lazy folk like us. The cut them fresh so I don't have to worry about it drying out by Christmas. Right now it's sitting in my front room "settling" before I put the lights and all on it.

We attempted to put it in the stand I used last year but if you've read my blog with any regularity you'll recall the disastrous episode I had back then. In addition to missing a screw, the tree capsized and took out another plant and broke a section of the stand. While we were out Sunday we found another one that was built better and only cost $10.00. We put it in when we got home that night and it worked like a charm.

We were glad to get home last night despite a lovely day with my mom. We took her to a local shrine that evening to see the light display and it was beautiful but COLD!!! After walking around outside for about 2 hours we couldn't wait to get home and build a fire!

Well...we're off to another week of toil but you know what? I don't mind because Christmas is coming

still a kid at Christmas
kitt xxx

Seems like everyone I know is talking about snow. Oh, it's beautiful....I love the cold....isn't it great?....I can't wait.

Now don't get me wrong, snow is pretty and there's nothing quite like walking in a snow storm when it's falling all big and fat and fluffy and it's quiet and still. It's like magic. But then you wake up in the morning....and there it is. And it's managed to coalesce into a wet sticky mass that you now have to shovel.

If you live in an apartment (or flat for our european friends) and your property is managed by others, maybe you hold a different view. However, when you own your own place, pay property taxes and have to get to work in the morning, it no longer holds the dreamy quality it had in your youth. Especially after the town has gone by, plowed several times and left a 2 foot embankmant of chunky snow ice, that can be neither snowblown or driven through, at the end of your driveway.

I suppose after almost 40 years of dealing with the sticky white stuff I've become somewhat jaded. I don't like cold to begin with and although the pretty picture of a newly fallen snow is appealing, a day later it just looks like muddy, disgusting debris on the side of the road and I'd just as soon it were gone.

So...yes, I love that new fallen snow and the magic of it's arrival but I hate everything that follows it. Good for all of you who are revelling in its pristine glory but I'll take my 90 degree days anyday - no chills, less clothes and I don't have to shovel rain.

not ready to shovel
kitt xxx

I did something the other day that I would normally say goes against all my principles, ethics, morals...whatever you want to call them.
I work with someone who is a single dad. He has two children under the age of 12 and he receives no supplemental aid or support from their biological womb. I can't call her a mother...but I guess that's what she technically is. She's a deadbeat mom. You don't often hear about them but they do exist.

He works over 8 hours a day plus weekends often but he's on his own as far as the rest goes. He also manages to pay child support on a child he had from a previous relationship. He was heating with a particular utility last year and fell behind on his bill. He's since changed his heating method but this other utility is just as necessary.

Needless to say he found himself in a bind and the utility company shut his services.

I'm not sure what motivated him to come to me (I certainly haven't been there as long as some others and probably don't know him as well) but he asked me to call the utility for him and pretend to be his ex-wife to get the service turned on in her name. He knew he could pay the bill off but that it wouldn't be done this month and they wouldn't turn it back on until his bill was paid in full.

Normally I would say no way to something like this for a number of reasons...least of all how I would feel if someone were using my information to get services. However, the more I thought about it the less I could deny him. The children needed this utility to live decently, this man is by no means a wasteful spender, winter is quickly approaching, their mother is NOT fulfilling her parental obligations (in fact she doesn't even live around here so she doesn't even contact them)and he doesn't ask for any handouts. He needed help and the kids needed help.

I got his service turned on the next morning. I was a wreck calling but I moved through the episode with apparent ease I guess. The joy, relief and thankfulness on his face made me think that I had done the right thing in this case.

Sometimes it's not all black and white is it?

pondering ethics and shades of gray
kitt xxxx

ps...I had to delete the repeats...good God...what was that all about?

We had a lovely Thanksgiving as I hope all of you did. The day after we worked around and in the house and then took Saturday as a day off of everything. We took a long ride on back roads and travelled to the Berkshires, the Green Mountains and the Monadnock region. That ride took us through 4 states ... Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont and New Hampshire. We left the house about 10:30 am and got back about 7:30 pm.
On the way we found an old diner and had a late breakfast and broke in a new waitress. Poor thing, she was so flustered that she had messed up our order. It really wasn't a big thing and she had a lovely personality so I think she'll end up doing just fine.
We stopped in Vermont and took a picture of a glass like lake that Wolf insisted had to be frozen ... it was so cold. We enjoyed the view from Route 9 ... it so resembles the Shenandoah's in Virginia.
We watched all the shoppers roaming around the little towns, appreciated the white steepled churches in the town squares and enjoyed the lights put up for the season. Our favorite moment had to be a road sign we saw in Massachusetts. I believe it was in Wilbraham....although I could be wrong. It was a typical caution sign for moose however it also had a squirrel on it...can anyone say Moose and Squirrel? The moose looked normal but the squirrel was obviously Rocky from the Rocky and Bullwinkle show. Now there's a town with a sense of humor.

And now it's Monday and we're back to the usual schedule. Ah well, it could be worse...we could be unemployed.

Enjoy the season
kitt xxxx

Happy Thanksgiving to all the other Americans on here. I extend that wish to everyone else too because in general, we all have so many things to be thankful for.

This year has been very good to me despite having difficulties along the way. I look around and know that many others are less fortunate than myself and I am humbled and grateful for the blessings that have come my way.

I wish all a day to reflect on the good things in your lives and be thankful.

grateful
kitt xxx

Called the processing facility the other day. We have an appointment on Saturday to pick up the fruits of our labor. We get to go and tell them how we want them cut and what we want sent out to be smoked. The smoking is done at another facilty and the bacon and hams will go there. We'll get those in another couple of weeks.

All that work will cost about $50 a pig for slaughter then .60 cents a pound cut and wrapped. The smoking is a bit extra but well worth it. Not a bad deal when you get right down to it. And OHHHHH so tasty! Once you've had farm raised pork the supermarket stuff just does not hold a candle to it.

Ya'll come on over for some fresh pork now ya hear!

salivating already
kitt xxx

Our goats have been finding a way out of the pasture. While this is generally a royal pain in the ass and a growing annoyance to our neighbor, they truly mean no harm and are quite friendly. Two of them have no fear of humans whatsoever and merely look at us as the big things on two legs who have food (or at the very least will pet us). The third one is rather aloof and can't be bothered with people unless there's actual food involved and she's already determined this from a distance.

Well, the other day the goats got out again. Wolf and I were both at work so naturally they wandered over to the neighbor's. In the meantime, the Jehovah's were on their usual rounds through the neighborhood.

First off, let me tell you that the Jehovah's view goats as those who are not saved and will be put on the left hand of God when the day of judgement comes. They are those who are the devil's property. I'm not even going to bother going into belief systems and what I think about all this but suffice it to say the goats could've cared less.

Out come the Jehovah's and over go the goats. Immediately the Jehovah's start backing away. The goats follow, tails a wagging, all happy. Oh Joy...a people...they can pet me...maybe they have food!!!

The goats follow them to their car...much to the Jehovah's chagrin. One of them chanting "Back you...in the name of Christ...back, get out of here!!"

Aretha, the nosiest and most friendly, follows right to the car and proceeds to try to climb in the back seat with one of them. By now, the Jehovah's are freaking out..."quick, get in the car...we have to get out of here!"

They may have left literature on the our porch (they never made it to the neighbor's), but somehow I don't think they'll be back.

still giggling
kitt xxx

Pigs are smart...make no mistake. And yes, they are plotting against you. If you don't believe me read Animal Farm by George Orwell. The pigs were the ringleaders.

Sunday 8am..Wolf:"honey, we should get going, we have to pick up the truck"

It all went downhill from there. We picked up the Ford E150 box truck with the full intent of loading up the three pigs and taking them to the "processing" facility.

9am...truck gets stuck in the mud outside of the barn.

11am...call facility and tell them we'll be late, we're stuck in the mud...can we put the pigs in the outside pen. Sure.

1pm...I seriously think we need to go to Home Depot and pick up some gravel. Nice thought....useless endeavor.

3:55...call AAA, can you all tell me who in the area has the ability to get a truck out of the mud? Nice folks at AAA...the membership doesn't cover trucks of that size but they did make the call for me and sent some one out.

4:30ish...truck is now out of the mud...$75.00 later. We've revised our pig loading plan and now have a fence panel chute leading to the ramp of the truck. The bucket on the head, lead 'em by the tail thing ain't working. They are WAY too big and will have no part of it. After Wolf takes a ride on one of them (guess he missed the rodeo), cuts his thumb open on a fence and I get pig pooped on we call that plan a bust.

6pm...we have one pig in there gorging on chocolate chips and other goodies we've strewn about the truck bed. The other two pigs have no intention of getting in. "hey, wolf...don't pigs just love donuts?" Off goes Wolf to get donuts.

8pm....two pigs in....no more donuts...last pig has discovered he can get under the ramp, squeeze under the truck and take off. We finally get him up the ramp, get ready to lift the door to let him in...he jumps off the ramp and pig #2 jumps out of the truck.

9ish...pig #2 is back in...pig #3 has decided to plot against us again.

Sometime later..."screw it...can we shoot him and bring him in?" "I don't know...but I'm thinking about it" We decide to let him into the barn and just take the other two. We'll deal with him later.

10:30pm...I'm making our breakfast/lunch/dinner that we never ate...Wolf is cleaning out the truck...showers and bed...and if you think we managed to do anything but sleep you're out of your mind.

God, I hate pigs. They're way too smart for their own good. My own good too.

still aching
kitt xxx