As my son said it earlier "Ma, You're Gooftastic"

So here it is.
I was standing at a stop light waiting to walk when I heard some Salsa Music. It was a cool tune and I liked it, so I began to tap my feet and danced a wee bit. Yuppers, I did a lil salsa move. *I thought, hhmm? I would like to know who plays that* So I kept moving my hips until the tune faded away.

Then, while walking through the parking lot of the store I was going to, I heard the salsa music again. I was looking around at which car was playing the music. I was hoping to see, so I could ask them who played it. So on I danced into the store...still humming the salsa song.

About 15 minutes later, I am standing in line and heard the tune again. It was getting weird now. Who was walking around playing that tune? Ho hum...So I just did a little toe tapping again. A few seconds later, the tune began playing again. All of a sudden the lady behind me says "I like your ring tone, what is the name of the song?"

I absolutely forgot that I had changed my cell ring tone yesterday!! God am I laughing and snorting!

Once you get past the EEW and ICK factor, you are going to laugh your ass off!



Sorry about this one: Girl goes to puke in a portable toilet, falls in
[Source] 14 hours ago. msnNOW College: Trending Topic; By Michaela Gianotti

There was really no other way to put it. An anonymous tipster spotted the worst photo of all time on and sent it in to TFM, explaining, "Saw this on my newsfeed. Some girl tried to puke in a public toilet during a big festival, she fell in and got covered in poo…" The details are scant, but frankly we don't want any more details. In fact, we don't ever want to visit a music festival again. Or use a portable toilet. Or go to the bathroom. Or look at this photo. It's going to be a tough road ahead for this girl. We imagine the only thing worse than falling into a pile of crap while puking is having a photo of you falling into a pile of crap while puking make its rounds on the Internet. Like we said, sorry.
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She took getting "shit faced" a wee bit too literally.
See, now your day doesn't seem so bad now.....does it!

Yesterday, I mentioned that I almost fell off of about a 30 foot cliff...lol. I went to a specific beach cove in Carmel that is down below the Point Lobos Cliffs. If you go into Point Lobos the legal way, you have no problem. But nooooooo, I wanted to stay at the beach and hike one of the many man made trails up the cliff and through the bushes. I walked up the cliffs and reached the top of the first hill and followed on of the trails along a fence marked "enter hiking area through main gate" I kept walking until it ended. It ended at the edge of a cliff that was marked at 65 Feet.

Okaaaaaaay, but! There was a a section where the fence posts ended and a giant bar was stretching out over the cliff. People were holding on to the bar, swinging out and around to the other side of the fence. Soooooooo I did it!...lol. I grabbed a hold and reached the other side. The grey area in this pic, is not a shadow. It is the dirt and the dirt marks where the cliff falls off. After the dirt is nothing. To the left you can see the pole in which you would grab a hold and swing out over the rocks below.

Man that was thrilling!.......lol.

It is hard to believe that at one time all of these mountains were under water. Besides the sea boulders jutting out of the mountains, the other sign that the mountains were under water is that the dirt is partially crushed sea shells. You can see them in person but not on a camera. I tried taking the pictures and they didn't turn out. But I was amazed by the giant boulders that were once home to sea creatures. The holes are gigantic in person. But can you imagine that at one time life lived in these formations?


I walked along the cliffs and was admiring all of the changing beauty below me. Each time a wave crashed against the rocks, they would move and create another vision. You could see the birds attacking gathering fish and otters lounging around in kelp beds. These are the cliffs I strolled along. As high as 80 to 100 feet high. I was in heaven. I was happy. I was content and with mother nature. I was also in danger, but truly did not want to believe it.


I decided to just wander on down one of the cliffs...lol. Oh crazy me! I wanted close up pics of the otters! I put my camera belt in my mouth and stuffed my cell phone down my bikini top. I went down the rocks easy enough, but when it was time to come back up, I took another route. I went up the dirt side. Big Mistake! By my height I figured I was up about 40 feet. The dirt began to give way and I was slipping down the cliff. I slid down about 10 feet. I was digging my hands into the ground and it felt like my ankles were going to snap from digging them in to create a barrier. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!! Well I stopped sliding and slowly but carefully turned my body around and leaned back into the dirt and slid down safely. I was saying Gods name I don't know how many times. I didn't panic, but I sure wasn't calm......lol. Here is the cliff I almost fell off.


I made it back to the beach from where I began my journey and started to laugh. My heart was still pounding...lol. I rinsed all of the dirt off of my body and kicked back to look up at the sparkling blue sky.


Soon I was ready for my nap, so I got comfy and removed my shorts. Time to sun and time to just listen to the birds and the ocean waves. The cove was quite enough and empty enough to wear which ever bikini I wanted.

Of course it is my thong bikini....lol. How do you think I got my trademark tan line?...

Tomorrow, the adventure continues! No worries, the cliff danger is over. I am on the ground for the rest of the way.

I snapped quite a few photos around Carmel and the Point Lobos area and I am excited to show them.
I almost fell off of a 30 foot cliff (pic later) to get a great shot....lol. Whew! God was smiling on me.

Anyhoo, while I was at the printers getting some scene shots in various sizes, a lady saw this shot and wanted a copy. Wooooohoooooooo! I was elated! I was printing this one out for my son and his girlfriend as an anniversary gift and now it will also be given to this woman's daughter as a gift. I helped her pick out the mat color and frame. I advised her that a white frame and white mat would be best. I signed her photo and off she went. What a great way to start the day!


I hope that everyone had a great weekend! Later I need to catch up on blogs and all that new happenings and jokes.

You know that you can do this! There are devils and angels within us all. You can have a wicked sexual appeal yet have the sweetest appearance. Or you can have the most innocent appeal yet have a wicked appearance. Would you like to be an Angel, a Devil or both at the same time? Give me that Wicked Appeal with a hint of Innocence or give me that Innocent Appeal with a hint of Wicked.

Who will you let win? You have a Devil and an Angel on your shoulders....who will win? Or will they agree to tempt you?




Like these panties. They are innocent in front, but naughty in the back.


#1. Is nice on top and wicked underneath. #2. Is wicked and innocent at the same time.
1. 2.


THE RULES ARE:
** You don't have to be nude if you don't want to be. Nudes or Non Nudes, that is your choice.
**Post 1 to 4 pics in your blog.
**Title your blog: "Wickedly Innocent Vs. Innocently Wicked"
** NO PHOTO SHOPPING OF PROPS IS ALLOWED. But you can write on your pic with photo shop.
** You are NOT ALLOWED to use old photos. This is a challenge to think of new pics.
**When the times comes, post the participants of the blog challenge under your pics.
**Next Week are the games.....so we play in 8 days. This means one week from this Monday and Tuesday. The players have grown in numbers, so we will be posting on both Monday and Tuesday.

Are you the Devils Advocate, the Angel of Mercy or a lil of both?
I cannot wait to see!
Sign up below if you dare to be challenged!

A plea for help last night was a 3 hour phone call. It was a successful call, but a tiring one for both of us.
This morning I am heading out to appreciate life like I always do. I feel like taking a nap on a beach in Carmel. But then again, maybe I won't.

What will I do? What will I find? What will I see? Where will I hike? Who knows!
But it is Sunday Morning and I am off on what ever adventure awaits for me!
*sswwwwwoooosh*

Had a chat with Sister V. She is less than 2 years older than me, yet her personality has turned prudish. My sisters and I used to talk about sex in great detail, all of the time. At times our brother would interject, which made it even more interesting!...lol. Anyhoo, she called me gross and hung up on me. Me gross? Hardly....*evil snicker*

V: What'cha doin?
Me: Sitting here reading...hold on I am opening up a carton of milk (then I took a drink)
V: Are you drinking right from the carton?
Me: Yes. I do when I am in a hurry and just want a sip.
V: It must be nice to do that now. No one yelling at you to stop.
Me: V, I did it when I as married.
V: GROSS!
Me: Well Hubs used to dip his finger in the peanut butter, so we were even.
V: I would never! That is bad!
Me: V, don't talk to me about what goes in your mouth, you swap spit with your guy and suck on his dick don't you? So what is wrong with sipping from the carton?
V: God I hate it when you are so gross! *click*

I wish they would stop hanging up on me.
I am starting to think I am doing something to offend them..........hahahahaahha

Don't you just love the taste of one of your favorite flavors on your lips? You lick it off and you want more of it.
I just had my own recipe of specially made maple syrup bacon......mmmm
What I do is fry the bacon and when it is almost at the crispy part, I pour in just a bit of New England Maple Syrup and fry it the rest of the way while the syrup soaks into the bacon. Good Lord it makes the bacon even better!

Now I am savoring the taste on my lips.....mmmmmmmm



What flavor do you like to remember on your lips?

Earlier, I went to the Farewell Dinner for the officer I work with. When I walked up to the guys, one of the officers greeted me at the bar, hugged me hello and asked if I had trouble finding the place. Then he said "Hey, can I get you a drink? Let me get you their famous Grande Mango Margaritas" I politely said yes and thanked him. The bartender brought the drink over, he gave it to the officer and the officer handed it to me. Then we walked to the table and sat down.

A few minutes later the cocktail waitress walked up to the officer and he handed her some money. Then she walked up to me and handed me the bill for my drink. It was $16!! Now it wasn't the price of the drink that mattered. It was the matter of offering to get me a drink and not paying for it. To him "getting me a drink" was just ordering it......lol.

In my old fashioned world when a man offers to "get you a drink" It means that he is buying the drink. I have said it many times over my years and have paid. Someone needs to teach him some etiquette and manners of being a gentleman. I never thought I would have to learn a lesson in thinking that when a man offers to get me a drink, don't accept it because he might not pay for it..........lol. There are two reasons why he would do this: His young age of 23 or he is a tightwad...lol

In passing blogs, I have mentioned my brother, C. (mayhe rest in peace)
But I very rarely mention my other brother, E. I spoke with him this morning. I usually avoid his calls because he is always in trouble or causing drama. He can be so sweet, supportive, humorous and loving, but at other times he is the worst pain in the ass!

Besides his immense humour, he has this outstanding quality when it comes to being around when his friends are hurting and paying his respects to friends during a death. E will attend every funeral for any friend or any part of that friends family. If he doesn't have the funds available he will borrow them from a bank or sell something he owns in order to travel and attend that funeral. One of our long time childhood friends called E and told him that his mom had passed away in the night from the treatments of cancer. Even though E had not seen this friend in a few years or even the friends mom in even more years, E will attend the funeral.

To my brother, the funeral is the utmost in respect shown towards his friends and the epitome of sharing the past and all that others have shared in it. "The last stop of love" is what he calls it.

I adore him for his dedication during that last stop.