When I went to pick up my Grams last Friday for an overnight fun-fest at my Grandparents' place in Bellville, I found a pile of photo albums in her living room.  So naturally, I started to snoop through them.  OH MAN, was there ever some good stuff in those things.  We're talking solid blackmail material.  Myself not excluded.  In fact, I found a ( Read more... )

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Late this morning I caught a movie on T.V. that I hadn't seen in years.  I realized that the last time I'd watched it was with my brother, when he was slightly obsessed with this particular flick.  I said to Rhonda, "Man.  Adam used to really love this movie, we watched it about a bagillion times together ( Read more... )

For as long as I can remember I have been completely fascinated with trees.  When I was old enough and strong enough to climb them, it was about all I did.  I remember seeing the Disney movie, The Jungle Book for the first time, feeling nothing but overpowering envy that Mowgli could conform his feet, back, and hands in such a way that enabled him ( Read more... )

She slips into my consciousness from nowhere.  Electric impulses in flutters, like the steady beat of a hummingbird wrestling with the sky.  As I wrestle the want to smell her nectar scented skin.

She used to sip blueberries and cream like rain water.  Her pleasure-filled face tilted back just enough, to convince me that never has there been a ( Read more... )

Becky started it!

Since Becky and I couldn't manage to get our shit together on setting up a scanner date, I pulled that ghetto move 
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Last night Rhonda and I fell into the topic of first kisses.  We spent a significant portion of yesterday evening making out and relishing the fact that we still enjoy kissing each other so much. [Remember those few years after you first discovered kissing when you could be perfectly content just making out with someone for hours on end?  What ( Read more... )

For this year's Independence holiday, I dedicated my day-and-a-half off of work to "spring cleaning" the house.  Yes, I am aware that the season upon us is summer and not spring... but dammit, I was sick of not being able to set foot in two of the five closets in our house.  It has also been bugging me that though Rhonda and I moved into our house ( Read more... )

My friend, Glenda blogged about "falling into a work of art," and has inquired about other people's experiences.
          "So, what about you?  Have you ever "fallen into a work of art with all of your being?"  Do you ever connect with a piece without knowing anything about it?  Have you ever initially rejected a work as junk only to fall in love  ( Read more... )

Often I joke about how I grew up with a "Planned Parenthood Mom."  My mother worked for Planned Parenthood for thirteen years.  Somewhere in that thirteen years she planned and parented me; and then taught me everything she knew at a much too young age.  As a result I, an eager sponge for new information and completely oblivious to appropriate ( Read more... )