Tuesday, August 26, 2008

I'm Totally Going To Get A BOB!

Karen over at Smiling Through It All cracked my ass UP this morning by showing her pics from Yearbookyourself.com. So I had to try it. On my break, of course. ;)

First, we have 1950. So forgive me for looking funky. I wasn't even born yet. 


And now, for 1960. Again, I'm using the "before my time" excuse. I think it's the Birth Control Glasses that ruin it. 

Ahhh...1966. I was a year old, but I'm totally loving the gigantic bob! The sweater's nice, too.

And now for 1974. What I would have done for hair like this! It's so CHER! Alas, mine refused this style. The curls at the top are from my 1999 pic, so forgive those. But 10 years later, I did rock the ribbed turtleneck!


And finally, 1984. The year after I graduated. Although, I did have a disastrous 1982 pic that looked entirely too much like this. It was our Senior Pic day. I forgot and wore my hair in the "wet look." Completely curly. Then panicked and tried to "fix" it. Horrendous.


Now, go play. It's fun. And you never know...you might look good in a bob, too! 

Sunday, August 24, 2008

It's A Maine Quiz! Cape Neddick it is! Micky-T Wins!

Because frankly, I can't remember exactly where we saw the first lighthouse. I know it was around York, Maine. Surely one of you will know.

We drove through miles and miles of Northern Folk frolicking in water that would make my nipples fall off it was so cold. We had on long sleeves and could barely keep the windows down to enjoy the drive. And yet, they were swimming!

I never saw the sign for this lighthouse. But we found it anyway. Stunning for our first one.


I had made arrangements to stay in Boothbay Harbor for the first two nights at a Bed and Breakfast. After settling in, we walked down to the town for dinner. The innkeeper had suggested the Lobster Dock, which you can see in the pic below if you click for a larger view. Darling little place on the water with red umbrellas.


The air was moist and salty and smelled of fresh ocean. We walked across a long pier to the other side of Boothbay and made our way to the Lobster Dock. A long line trailed from the place with people laughing and not caring about the wait. This was the only place in town that had a crowd.

We ordered our lobsters in the only size they had left and went to wait with our beers at a table. As we sat there, the love of my life looked at me and asked me to spend the rest of my life with her. It's a blurry pic, but I think we both look happy.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Last Night's Chocolate Indulgence

*Click pics for larger views.


was held in the Westin Hotel in Providence, Rhode Island. We've spend the last nine days touring the coast of Maine. Starting out the first night in Boston and driving all the way to Machias and back.

Last night we arrived back at our starting point in Providence. As we walked down the corridor of the Westin (hotwire.com, folks for $88/night) to our room on the 15th floor, we saw a wasteful sight. An entire tray full of welcoming chocolates wasting. Swarming with fruit flies. Tragic.

We did the only thing we could do. We ordered one for ourselves to appease the chocolate gods for the wastefulness of our floormates.

We ate every bite. Feeding each other from the teensy cup of chocolate mousse. Stuffing champagne grapes into bites of chocolate ganache cake. And gently biting into chocolate covered strawberries praying that the coating didn't fall onto the crisp white sheets of the Heavenly Bed. One drip of raspberry sauce dropped onto the whiteness. We didn't let that stop the frenzy. We just vowed to be more careful.

Here's one of my favorite pics. Taken by the love of my life on the Margaret Todd Windjammer Sunset Cruise in Bar Harbor, Maine.



We had the most fantastic trip. I can't wait to tell you all about it....as soon as I've had a good night's sleep.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Pleasure


He sits me down. Takes off my shoes. One. by. one.

Tells me to lie back. Relax. Enjoy. Words aren't even needed. His smile speaks volumes.

He rubs lotion around my legs. Behind my knees. More lotion than I could even need. Extra. So much that his hands glide on a layer of lotion that is so exquisite that words cannot describe it.

And he doesn't stop short. He makes a fist and pushes into the arch of my foot. Pulls my toes. Goes back to that little spot behind my knee. Back down the front and around. For what seems like an eternity.

He knows what I like. What I want. What I need.

It feels so good. I let him give me a manicure, too!

Does enjoying this Vietnamese man make me any less of a lesbian?

Monday, August 11, 2008

Where's My Fainting Couch?


Somedays, I'd like to just faint and not worry about stuff anymore.

What am I stressed about, you ask?

We are selling our house. The first day it was on the market, the first person that looked at it put a contract on it. But I haven't gotten a letter from her lender saying that she has secured financing. Now I have to be a bitch and say either get me the letter or I'm going to void your contract. I hate being a bitch. It's just so...well, not me.

IF she gets financing, we close on the 28th. Of this month. Seventeen days from now.

We leave for Maine on Thursday of this week. And we'll be gone until the 22nd. That will leave me 5 days to pack IF she can buy the house.

If she can't, we have to start all over again. And somebody else might buy my little log house before I can. But I don't think that can happen. But it might.

I'm living in the Land of Worry and What IF?!

I refuse to let this ruin my vacation. So I'm going to have to Scarlet this away until I return. If I can.

Who's going to worry about all of this if I don't?

Monday, August 4, 2008

Everybody's Doin' It

In an effort to improve upon my vlogging skills, I have another vlog for you.

Welcome to my tiny home...

video

It's still damn shaky....but, perhaps that's just me. I get nervous around ya'll.