Remember, you do not have to be nude if you don't want to be.
During this challenge, the dates are different.
The costumes will go for 3 days.
3 days of sexy & naughty fun!

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**All I ask is that you refer to the list of players and view the participants.
Everyone wants to be seen and everyone should be seen.
Smooches! Tighty...xo

Those who know....will understand.

YOWZA!

Lennyknatural.
I perved you in the bath my dear. You naughty naughty man in socks. You have been such a great gent the entire time I have known you. You are at the top of the list of fine men on the site. One of these days you will remove those socks and drive us women wild!


Here's to you LennyLuv. Don't ever say that women don't tribute men.

I have a legitimate hater on the site. I am so proud! **passes around chocolate cigars** You know you have made it when your friends get hate mail about you....lol. I have tears of pride right now 'tee hee'...giggles. And the best part is I am a slut because I am Guitartxn's friend....ain't that a kicker?
Now you have to wonder? How can a woman be a slut with a man she has never met who lives a few states away? Damn I am good!
When you have been in my field of work and have been called every name in the book, a simple word like slut is child's play and low in class. Come up with something stronger and maybe, just maybe I will consider you an adult...otherwise don't waste my time.

Oh and by the way, single women who chat with men on this site are not sluts. Women are not sluts just because they are on a nude web site. Wouldn't that mean that the person who called me a slut, be a slut too? I mean, she's here and chatting with other men...right? But I do thank you for using the most obvious come back. How old are you? 18?

***check out guitars blog for the very kind person who uses a double standard.

Monday - Good
Tuesday - Gooder
Wednesday - Goodest
Thursday - Gooderest
Friday - It's Friday, so nuff said.
That was my week....lol
*I made up some words. It's my blog....bite me*

Now, on to the weekend.
I'm going to drive into Santa Cruz and take pics of the historic lighthouse. It would be a nice addition and ending to my white wall. The weekend is for me. It has been a while since the department phone was in the hands of someone else. I need to refresh...it's time and it's important. In order to be strong for others, I must first be strong for myself. If I weaken, then I fail at my job. Let's go on an adventure again. Everyone pack a picnic basket.

Men who have a fetish for stinky feet. Oh it's a real fetish! honest, it is.
So I looked it up. And yes, there are men who like to lick and smell dirty feet. The smellier they are the harder the man gets. I have heard of a foot fetish, who would have thought that there would be a dirty foot fetish? There is a fetish for all kinds of things.

To each his own. I will admit that I do like the scent of a sweaty man. There is something primal about the scent.

Dirty feet on a woman? Yes? No?

In rural or desolate areas in California, the fire departments schedule controlled burns. I am sure all of you know what they are. They are necessary in order to keep any future wild fires from consuming lives and homes. Occasionally a controlled burn gets away and creates problems, but those accidents are few and far between. The fire warden usually plans the burns during kind weather. Around here, the burns are planned within a few days and must be conducted when the wind is down. The fire and police departments give the residents a heads up. They send out quick notices to the schools in the area, the hospitals, the local tv channels, and with letters to residents etc etc. They advise residents to stay inside and if they go outside, they should wear masks.

Last week we had three days of controlled burns in the Fort Ord area. See across the bay? That is Fort Ord. During this time of year it's thousands of acres of dry land and it is surrounded by military homes, private homes, public homes and businesses.


Today I read in the newspaper that some residents will be filing suit against the fire department because the smoke made life unbearable and made people with lung ailments sick. WTH? I guess not having the controlled burns and possibly losing their house to a raging wild fire is a lot less difficult to bear.

Do they not see the fires on TV in Australia? The residents of Fort Ord should be thankful and grateful that the city is trying to save them from any future tragedy or heartache.

I am quite sure the firemen are shaking their heads and thinking "Damned if we do and damned if we don't"

It has been a few months since I have written in my book. Just a few simple words.

Make Me Believe.

My face in your hands. Don't just say the words.......
make me feel them.....believe them.....remember them

My hand in yours. Choose one.........
take my hand.....let me feel the strength.....don't let go

Look into my heart. See my scars...........
remember where they came from......know that they have mended.....creating new ones would hurt.

My soul. She is deep........
fall into it....swim in it....there isn't a shallow end.
You would be safe.........we will swim together.

Why do drivers turn their cars out to the left when they go to make a right turn?
Why?.....lol That has always been a mystery to me.

My son was here for collegiate reasons over at the University of Santa Cruz and to also see his Ma. He had a choice to head on over to So Cal or to my area. He asked another professor to take the other end of Cali, so he could visit me. Because of what he needed to get done at the university, we spent our time indoors just catching up. I took him out to dinner and then we vegged on the sofa. I am not one to watch television, but for him I did. Even then, we ignored the tv and just watched funny videos on the computer. He showed me some of the speeches that he has been giving to universities and unions. I am so proud. So instead of doing some exploring, we spent time being together and catching up.

That best part of the visit was just looking at him. Since my sons were born I was always staring at them. I wanted to memorize their sounds, their traits, their facial movements and gestures. I know it sounds silly, but I find something different about their appearance each time I look at them. All of us look back at how people change and grow. It isn't so far fetched to stare at someone that you love.

One thing that I did as they grew, was to sit in their rooms each night for about 15 minutes and watch them sleep. Weird? No. It wasn't that I was over protective or afraid they would die in their sleep. I was in awe of life. The creation of it all. Even now, when I visit them and they fall asleep on the couch, I will stare. My how they grow so fast. One day they were in my arms barely able to open their eyes....and now....adults with lives of their own. It doesn't feel like 29 years have passed. It doesn't! They are still the lil ones (in my mind) that I used to dig in the mud with, build legos, race matchbox cars, jump off cliffs with, climb mountains with and or run into the surf.

My sons discovered that I stared at them in their sleep when they were in elementary school. It didn't bother them. They would roll their eyes just like typical kids would do when they discovered that their parents were goofy. One day, years later, they played a joke on me. They were teenagers about this time. I was asleep and when I woke up and there they were...both of them...a few inches from my face. I screamed and they laughed. The oldest brat *snicker* said "If you can do it so can we" Well hell, I didn't get that close........lol

So guess what I did while my son was asleep on the couch? You got it! I woke up to use the bathroom and then walked into the living room and watched him sleep for a little bit. I looked on the wall at his kindergarten plaster hand print and then looked at his hands now....and just smiled. Those hands used to line the hallway walls with paint and dirt. I am glad that I took pictures of those stains and put them in his baby book.

When my son hugged me goodbye this morning he asked
"Ma? Did you stare at me while I was sleeping?"
Yes, I did.
Then he rolled his eyes.

What a peaceful 2 days.