What a day!
Food shopping...Check
Read blogs and catch up? Not yet, but soon!!
Start taking Blog Challenge pics...check.
Talk to my youngest son for a while....check check check!

He called to let me know that he has a new job. He loves working in food service and wants to get a full time position with the FDA as a Food Inspector. But as of now, the place he works does not fit his classes. He found the coolest creepiest job! My exact words were "No fucking way!! How ghoulishly cool and creepy" He will be working for a company that transports dead bodies. WOW! He is sooooooooooo looking forward to it.

I advised him and warned him of the various noises, body movements and spontaneous things that a body goes through hours after death. I could tell you some on duty stories, but I don't want to freak any of you out....lol. A body can poop, pee, fart, burp, get erections, muscles will move and at times be vocal. He is his Mommies son because he said "I am sooooooo going to laugh" Ahhhhh the trait of being morbid.....it carries on to the next generation.

There is also respect involved. I know he possesses that trait. He is a kind young man who already helps out twice a week at the homeless shelter.

His talk of transporting bodies has made me hungry! Dinner time!

I have lived in a variety of places in which I was treated to a multitude of scents. Living in the mountains you could smell wet bark, mushrooms, wild flowers, soil and leaves. For 2 1/2 years that I lived in AZ, I woke up to the pleasant aromas of sage, tumble weeds, lavender, pastures of sheep, cattle and cotton. When it rained, the scents were even more prominent. During my life in the big cities there was smog. We know about car exhaust and technology. But mingling among those fumes were local eateries cooking their food, homes surrounding the area with their gardens and fields of produce being grown for our consumption.

When I had first met my sons Dad, I was 18 on our first date. We were driving through Wilmington, CA. If you do not know of this area...IT SMELLS! There are Oil Refineries everywhere! Anyway, I rolled the window up because the odor was great. He said "That is the smell of food on the table and clothes on my back" He was right. His family had spent their lives working the oil field. I had a greater appreciation of that odor after that day.

I have spent my life around the ocean. Even when I didn't live next to it or down the street, I would drive to it quite often.


I snapped this picture while sitting on the cliff enjoying the sea mist lingering in the air. When the waves crash upon the rocks, the wind and the breeze carry the mist through the air. When you breathe it in you smell and taste salty and sweet. The mist permeates everything in its wake. Besides the sea mist, you inhale the scents of sea weed, wet sand and pine trees. During the winter those scents are mixed with fire places ignited by the residents to keep warm from the cold ocean air. During the summer there will be bar-b-q scents lingering about, cut grass bundles and sun tan lotion aromas.

I appreciate every area I have lived in. Each scent triggers memories that remain with me to this day. My day was busy yesterday and I did too much. Today, I will rest and catch up on blogs.

**It isn't too late!
Sign up and join in THIS MONDAY! US Time. Those ahead of the US this will be your TUESDAY.

Show your favorite sport, your team or a player and be an athletic supporter! Choose any sport that you want.
Come on everyone! I want to feel that spirit! Let's make those passes...Let's Score!

Here is how we will play:
**We play THIS MONDAY!! Out of th US Time ZONE and for those across the pond..THIS IS YOUR TUESDAY.
**Title your blog "Let's Score"
**Post 1 to 4 pics in your blog showing how big of a fan you are.
**YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE NAKED
**Post the names of the players under your pics.
**NO PHOTO SHOPPING OF DECORATIONS IS ALLOWED.




**Any questions....drop an email.
**Remember, Nudity is not required.
**Sign up below if you dare to play with us. It won't hurt, I promise.

The Players are:
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I was on a roll! It was time to take the 200,000 Visitor Blog Pics.
1. Make a plan.
2. Get the names in order.
3. Figure out who goes where.
4. 3 Ladies names in 1 pic
5. 2 Men's names in 3 separate pics.
6. Write the names carefully on my body.
7. Snap away, take extra pics for mistakes, posing, setting timer, pose again.....laughing and having a good time.
8. Whew! Beat and ready to get going. I was proud!
9. Upload pics, view, keep viewing...eyes widening....no...it can't be...not all of them!
And scream to the heavens!!!!! "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME"!!
***The camera was on the wrong setting...**ughh*

That is what I get for trying a webcam.


I won't give up! I need food. That made me hungry

All of you are Psychologists for a few moments.

It takes place at night. I'm in a t-shirt, driving a tractor on the wharf. There is a man standing up behind me...I don't know who he is, but he is singing "Who Let The Dogs Out....whoo whoo whoo"

Why are there dancing squirrels?

One man on this site combined bacon and nudity in one pic. Ibhunting is a very smart man!
Heaven in the morning is being naked and eating your bacon in bed.

"No leads in road rage case, thanks to hypnotic cleavage"
[Source] msnNOW.com, 3 Hrs ago. (updated 24 hours a day)

Hot tip for busty ladies who like to drive angry: Don't hide your assets. Police say a woman rammed a man's car in San Francisco during an argument over a parking spot. The fiery driver most likely will never be caught, however, since her alleged victim could not describe any of her features except her breasts, according to police. The make of the woman's car and its license-plate number also escaped his attention, courtesy of her low-cut dress. Police said the man was only "able to give a detailed description of the suspect's cleavage." Hey, San Francisco? "Police Academy" wants its script back!
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My immediate thought when I read this was 'There's a straight man in San Francisco?'

Really? Men? You would let a set of boobs get away with a crime?

There are a number of you under the weather now. So here is my hug blog for you.



I received so many well wishes during the two weeks I was feeling icky poo poo and now it is my turn to send the same hugs and kisses.

XO..Tighty

**In my Great Grams Texas accent** Lawdee Lawdee!! I'm ready for it!.

The last 2 weeks inside were brutal! But life does go on and I am ready to go wreak some havoc. This weekend I am going for a slow walk, smell the ocean, watch the tourists snap pictures of one another, go to my favorite bistro and just enjoy watching the otters play in the water.

There are two VERY important things on my To-Do-List.
*1. Take the "shout out" pictures for the 7 NNers who were promised special pics when they visited my blog during the 200,000th visitor run off. How we got a 7-way tie is beyond me.
*2. Take the pictures for Mondays blog challenge "Let's Score"

I asked Tux if he wanted to assist me in writing the names on my body....but dag nabbit! *grams words* He is not driving through California. My loss

The camera will be busy this weekend.

It is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. We should recognize this type of trauma and everyone who has been affected by it and to give awareness to those who do not know. A great deal of people hear the word "" and think of women. Men are d, it's just that men do not report it. The statistics for male is incorrect because men are ashamed to report it. There is also a flaw in how the statistics are shown for the of women. The CDC even states that the system is flawed because they cannot account for the number of women who do not report their or even the cases in which a accuser comes forward and admits to lying after the report it made. Those numbers are not included because they are not reported to the CDC.

I am not down playing nor am I making light of it. My years have been spent with the trauma of from all sides of the spectrum. The Victim, The Perpetrator, The Accused, The Wrongfully Accused, The Un-reported, the family members of all of the mentioned and in my personal life. I have seen the court systems work and I have seen the court systems fail. Either way, it isn't pleasant.

Over the years I cannot begin to tell you how many times I have heard the words "You do not understand" or "You just don't know"

But I do know about this type of assault, not only professionally, but personally. I will only blog this one time. Why? Because it is not a moment that I am fixated on through time. It is a moment in my time. At the age of 16 I was held for hours in a room by my best friends brother. I stayed home from school because I was sick. Then while everyone was at work and at school, E called up and asked if he could borrow one of my sisters cigarettes. I crossed the street and then it happened. E held me in a room for a few hours and d me repeatedly. He was 18. When he let me go, he told me not to tell. How could I tell and break up 2 families that had known each other since I was born? I did not tell a soul. I lived across the street from him and faced him everyday. For months I cried.... but then it hit me...... Why? Why am I going to let him take who I am? I channeled my Dads words about sadness and not letting anyone take my smile. So I held my head high and eventually E. was just someone I did not acknowledge.

Back then support groups and the stages of grief were not prominent. But I did go through them and didn't know it until years later. That moment in my life, as traumatic as it was for a young girl to experience, does not define me. I do not let it hinder my days, how I think about the opposite sex, my desires and lust for sexual intimacy and I certainly do not wear it on my sleeve and beat the day lights out of it. It happened, I am over it. I am me, not him. I don't even remember the date it happened. To me, it isn't healthy to consider it a day to memorialize. Letting go of that date was healthy for me. Will I ever forget the incident? No. But I don't hurt over it anymore. Like I said, I am not fixated on it. I don't and won't trivialize , but I won't live with it either.

It wasn't until years later that I spoke of that day and used that negative to be a positive. I went into Law Enforcement. Then another step began. I started to teach recruits at the Police Academy how to treat Victims. From there I joined the un-spoken survivors of and helped counsel women on how to grieve, mend, cope, survive and move on. Even though at this time, I had moved on, some of the other women hadn't.

Now, through the years of experience when I speak to someone who needs help and I hear the words "You do not know" I won't and never have made it about me. It is their moment to talk and then at the opportune time, I interject and speak for a moment about my incident. I won't beat them about the head with it, but I do choose my words wisely. After all, it isn't a fixated moment in my life. It was a moment. A moment I do remember, but do not dwell on. After all, one of the Grieving Stages is to become the Survivor and not remain the Victim by keeping it in the moment. Everyone has their time lines on how to deal with survival. And that is the key....to eventually survive and move from being the victim.

I did not write this blog for sympathy. I write it because I know about the many sides to the crisis and I have seen them all. This blog is about my understanding of this month and it's significance.

Remember: "Do not let one cloud obliterate the sky" Anais Nin.