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Archive for June, 2006

SLEEPYTIME
Just a quick post to say a) I’m an aunt!, b) we’re home, c) we’re SUPER SLEEPY having gotten no sleep last night, and d) I’ll be able to post my update on time since we came home to catch up on sleep. We’d planned on staying the night at their longer, but Bradle’s mom is flying in tomorrow to stay for a week so today/night is really the only time they will have to themselves with their new baby. Plus I just wanted to sleep in our own cat-free bed.

More later . . .

WATER BROKE
My sister’s water just broke SO we’re packing up to go to the hospital. I didn’t get my update done; my computer started freaking out as though in an attempt to remind me to get my priorities straight so I’m leaving it to post when we get back, probably on Wednesday or Thursday.

UNCOMFORTABLY HORNY
I just found myself getting uncomfortably aroused sorting through some of Delia’s pics to use for promotional content. Sheer panties? Precum? I was *throbbing*. I wound up grabbing my hitachi magic wand, closing the door, and turning on some music hoping it would mask the buzzing so Tucker wouldn’t catch me.

Even after I came, I felt really . . . uncomfortable. I often find the sensation of intense arousal literally MADDENING, to the point where I sometimes try to avoid getting too turned on if I have non-sex things to do that I don’t want to drop.

My pelvic area is literally aching right now in an annoying way that makes my temper flare up. It’s one of those days where I could waste HOURS masturbating and at the end of it feel even more aggravated than when I began.

There is only one cure for this: food.

FERRY BUSH
On our excited way hoping to see our nephew being born on Tuesday (he wasn’t — we’re still waiting), we had to wait in line for the ferry boat. While Tucker took the dog for a walk, I sat in the car playing Sudoku. An older man walked towards our car and passed it on the way to his own and for a brief moment I entertained concern about the state of my dress (pulled up over my knees, no panties), but I quickly dismissed the potential for people to see straight up my skirt to my snatch and went back to concentrating my efforts on the puzzle on my lap.

Not ten minutes later the same man walked by our car again heading the other way, only to soon turn around and return, walking towards and past me again. At this point I considered that it might actually be quite possible that my “beev” was on display so when Tucker returned I had him test it out.

Yup. My hairy beaver, plainly visible to passersby.

You know, there’s something about being inside my car that makes me feel invisible. I forget that the car sits down really low and anyone over four feet tall can easily see right down into it. It was a strange experience, accidentally exhibiting myself so shamelessly to someone in real life. I felt a combination of embarrassment, regret, and defiance. I considered finding the man and apologizing to him, letting him know I hadn’t intended for him to see my bush — the look on his face had been one of consternation, not one of enchantment or delight. On the other hand, it would obviously be bizarre to approach someone to talk about my cunt being on display and besides, he’s probably seen plenty of hairy snatch in his life. He’s a grown up — he’ll survive. Anyway, I’m pretty sure he made that second trip specifically to determine whether he was hallucinating the bush on his first walk-by.

I have to wonder if there’s some subconscious urge I have to do things like this. Part of me knows I didn’t do it on purpose and it was honestly a matter of me a) just wanting to be comfortable and get some air circulating between my legs, and b) being completely oblivious and feeling removed from other people and reality. On the other hand, I don’t think it should be so horrifying for people to be naked in their cars unless they’re trying to engage people in uncomfortable sexual confrontations. It’s not like I was masturbating or anything. I was just playing Sudoku.

BODY . . . FLOW???
If you’re wondering why I spent all day in bed watching television today it’s because I *didn’t* actually spend *all* day in bed watching television. I got caught up on bills and some filing, blah blah blah.

And I joined the gym. And attended “Body Flow”. It’s some trademarked combination of yoga, tai chi, and pilates designed to help your mind/body connection stronger or something. Most of my “flow” consisted of rank sweat dripping off of my body and trying to restrain my stuck chi from blasting its way out of my ass in the form of stinky farts, but I really enjoyed it though my arms and butt cheeks are a little sore. Anyway, I rewarded myself for my hard work at the gym by wasting time in bed catching up on the important recordings on our DVR.

I’m actually pretty excited to have my gym membership back because I love the classes; it motivates me to not quit ten minutes into exercising because if I do that in a class, I’ll look like an ass and a . . . quitter. I think I might even try the patented “Body Combat” class! Anyway, when I had a gym membership before, Tucker *didn’t* and then he joined right as mine was expiring so we didn’t really have each other to reinforce our gym habits. I will probably get a lot more out of it this time around since he goes practically every day.

Apparently my sister had her mucous plug removed (or something) today which should help get her going with this birthing thing. And for US (you and me and the rest of us) it means that we’ll probably have to cancel shows this week unless, of course, she keeps retaining child.

Speaking of “child”, I have to go take my birth control pill.

UNDELIVERED
Well, the baby still hasn’t come, so we came home late last night and are awaiting notice when to go back to Seattle. I’m glad we went anyway because it was nice to visit with my sister and Bradle plus Gypsy and her new boyfriend. We saw the stupid (but irresistable) Stick It (a must-see for foot fetishists, spandex lovers, and fans of muscular female-gymnast bodies). Cedar and I did Sudoko faceoffs and we had frozen pizza for dinner — a mistake.

For some reason I constantly think my lactose intolerance can be suppressed: mind over matter and all of that. I honestly thought I was fine with the pizza yesterday and went to bed proudly unnauseated only to be awoken a few hours later with horrifying stabbing abdominal cramps. It sucked and deprived me of much-needed sleep so I’ve spent the bulk of today just napping and shitting.

The weather has been warm and damp — sultry enough to make me even sleepier.

I’ve got another blog entry in the chute I’ll post later after my members’ update.

ON THE WAY!
My sister sounds reluctant to proclaim that she’s in labor for fear that she’s not, but I think she is so regardless we are going to Seattle and will be gone for awhile (a day or two or three?).

I’m very excited!

I’M GOLDEN

A little screencap from Thursday:

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Ahhh . . . my legs and hips and buttocks are still sore from that lovely post-show fuck session involving many positions and orgasms.

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I’m debating whether or not to blog about the types of television shows we’ve been watching lately — it’s such a guilty pleasure (both watching the shit AND blogging about the shit).

I watched one of those inspiring geriatric health shows on PBS last night, and it was really cool: Real Age Makeover. Did you know your penis is the dipstick of health?

I don’t have a penis, but I enjoyed the program so much I had to wonder if I would have stopped for more than two seconds to watch it ten years ago. I wonder what it means about my “real age” that I watched this show. I think it made me 37.4 years older, but I realize that I *enjoy* being 70.4 years old! Tucker told me that a 69 year old at the gym has really been thriving on the new body flow classes and it inspired me to join the gym again! Okay, not really — it has inspired me to CONSIDER joining the gym again! I’m only one year older than that guy and nothing is going to stop me from enjoying my golden years.