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TMI Tuesday: July 26, 2016

Posted on July 25, 2016by TMI Tuesday blog

What’s new? Another TMI Tuesday, that’s what!

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1. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?

Send my kids to go off and live with their mother after she remarried and could offer them a better life. PS. That did not work out.

2. What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?

Became a googly eyed romantic

3. When was the last time you had an amazing meal? What was it? Why was it amazing for you?

A lovely woman I know made pulled pork taco's from scratch. We worked together and that made it so much better.

4. What’s the best/worst gift you've ever given/received?

The affection's of  a woman. 

5. What do you miss most about being a kid?

Having someone who paid for everything that they could possibly afford for me. It wasn't everything but they did the best they could.

Bonus: What is something you learned in the last week?

That people you love will make mistakes. Forgive. 

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Burping the Antichrist - 8. Memories

Forge your memories in the sand and hang them on a wall for the rest of your life

Burping the Antichrist - 7. Restrained Beauties

As I slowly unbuttoned her blouse I was wondering where her brassiere went. The blouse was a sheer plain white button down and with Cheryl's endowments I can't imagine that I was so busy I hadn't paused a moment to breathe in the view as we transacted our commerce during business hours. With a translucent covering such as this I know I would have spotted her brown nipples clearly through the fabric. Those beauties were restrained earlier. I was sure. They were apparent and at attention now.

TMI Tuesday: July 19, 2016 Share Early. Share Often

TMI Tuesday: July 19, 2016

Posted on July 18, 2016by TMI Tuesday blog

People, hey! Good to see you back. Welcome, if it is your first time. Let’s get this TMI Tuesday going…Share!

1. Hi there. Tell us about your job and what you do?

After spending years living to work I changed my ways and have worked to live for almost two decades. My most recent job was as phone fodder for various Fortune 500 companies that have compelled me to keep them anonymous. I left to have the medical industrial complex re-enact the closing scenes of "Braveheart" on me, only to return to a RIWF (Reduction In Work Force) situation.  A great big non return one might say.

Such is life.

2. What piece of advice would you give to a co-worker?

Control your things, don't let your things control you. 

Così è la vita.

3. What 2 pieces of advice would you give to a new blogger?

Blog early and blog often.

C'est la vie

4. What 1 piece of advice would you give to a veteran blogger–someone blogging for more than 3 years?

Life is too short to sweat the spelling.

Έτσι είναι η ζωή

5. What do you hope visitors to your blog see, take away, feel or learn?

That we never really know what is going on in the others person's head even in the most intimate of times. It could be better than our wildest dreams or a nightmare welling up from humanities deepest fears.

 ¡Así es la vida!

6. Have you ever had something happen to you that you thought was bad but it turned out to be for the best? 

Getting divorced. I was too busy living to work to notice how unhappy both of us were working to live with each other. Divorced opened the door to some truly fantastic and fulfilling relationships on oh so many levels and in oh so many ways. 

So ist das Leben

Bonus: What was the last experience that made you a stronger person?

Finding out that some truly wonderful people in my life have dealt with crushing adversity in a manner foreign to me and did not become smirking little blue cherubs as I did. 

Takie jest życie

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Burping the Antichrist - 6. Zipper

I could feel the cold metal teeth pressing along the upper length of my rapidly rising cock. Fortunately she was yanking the pull tab towards her creating a blessed space as the steely clasp locker teeth separated  forming a gaping flying V hole for my release. Her normal finesse and feline grace extended to the smooth downward dispatch of the slider descending the zipper tooth chain. She was swiftly rewarded with the engorged head of me brushing the painted red thumbnail of her as I sprang forth in righteous rigid attention.  Her squeal of delight made this commando mission a rousing success. The maneuvers that ensued are an epic to be shared another time.

Burping the Antichrist - 5. Slithering Attire Required

I was grateful that for the occasion of the company Christmas party. Britney had eschewed her usual blue jeans for a little black dress. Even better were the black thigh hi stockings which were now working their magic around Gina's busy cheeks.

Burping the Antichrist - 4. Resident Redheads

Snarfy Barfins and Wheezie Sleezie were Slammies resident red heads. Snarfy was short, luscious and lascivious. Wheezie was tall, lanky and easy. #nsfw #SmutWithaSmirk #artisanalsmut #redheads

Burping the Antichrist - 3. Should You Care

Is today the day Wheezie Sleezie comes to town? Always #nsfw #SmutWithaSmirk #artisanalsmut

Sure that was probable not the question you first asked yourself when you awoke. So I did it for you.

Should you care?

Burping the Antichrist - 2. Leave the Wiping to the Invisible Hand.

Is Pope the Catholic?

Do bears shit in the woods?

If the Pope shits on Donald Trump in the woods should I care?

Burping The Antichrist - 1. Undoomed

If a doctor makes a recommendation in the forest and only I am there, has that recommendation been made?

So call me a skeptic, but after a lifetime of avoiding and not feeling a need for fixing what is working, the only things that were broken were the things I went in to have remedied. That has been done and have no correlation to any other remedy offered. Of course the outrage of not being on a plethora of preventive salves, solvents, and high dollar potions caused a ripple in the research which could only be remedied by a barrage of high cost, low effect pharma.

But who can afford that shit. Nothing market place when the market place will not  bear such prices. A billion burgers would not have been served if their price was $35.95 since 1962. The scourge of Golden Arches across the globe would have been suffocated in it's baby birthing bun.

As I slowly ween myself off Big Pharma's preventative crack I realized once more that everything is OK until it isn't.

Meanwhile I shall chalk it up to very expensive pee that has passed under the bridge.

I and the world around me shall be the better for it.

Now back to the long awaited transacting of commerce.

I'm Doomed - 6. Pay Up

Once upon a time the Narco Pharma Medical Industrial Complex would try to create a sense of urgency because they knew could badger you to pay when the Insurance Protection Racket Industry demurred about payment.

Now it is more a case of ..... whenever.

Meanwhile, now that the Insurance Protection Racket Industry actually has to pay for healthcare procedures rather then hoard the cash profits and invest them in black market oil deals with nefarious organizations generating more share holder profits; their collective whining is enough to wake the dead from past preexisting condition canards.

How do they do it.

Volume!

Step right up.

To top it off while being sliced and diced marginal source of revenue goes poof like the vapors released from incision.

Oh My.

I'm Doomed - 5. Ouch

OUCH

I'm Doomed - 4. Cascade

As all ecosystems cascade and collapse into decay, so does a body's. Tomorrow an attempt to buttress and contain one such system shall be attempted through the Pharma Narco Medical Industrial Complex upon my person.

I salute all who have endured previous medical transactions like mine and those who follow on tables to come.

Life At The Sentient Bean - The Eternal Work In Progress

Where are you Fang Fang Wu?

 She was a driver for Golden Labrador Retrieval Waste and Recycle , and was thumping a dumpster into the hopper, humming Bang a Gong in the key of “O”, when she turned around and saw me smoking a cigarette at the back door of the “Sentient Bean”

She whistled through the gap in her front teeth and exclaimed in the unforgivable voice of hers,

 “Well slap my ass and call me Sally “

1. Police
2. Casino
3. Sally
4. Bannister
5. Mediatrix
6. Braking Ugly
7. Suite Fang Fang Wu
8. Night of the Living Drunks
9. Fish on the Brain
10. Randy
11. Gaping Maw

I'm Doomed - 3. Confess

The Pharmo Narco Medical Industrial. Complex says "Under the knife you go."

Never mind that the Mercury rising meds don't fit their criteria or the gear that tracks how high the Merc shall rise; it's "hi ho hi ho to the cutting block you go..."

As described the surgery will be handled akin to the final scenes from the movie "Braveheart".

They upside is that anesthesia will be used and said procedure will not happen in surgeons garage or in a public forum. Apparently that is where some of his best consultations transpire.

But the learned man looks exactly how I would cast a doctor, so what can go wrong,

After all when is the last time a man has been hung drawn and quartered. So maybe quartered isn't in the prognosis.

Yet....

I'm Doomed - 2. Honoré de Balzac

Upon further review, mercury has risen through the roof. Many of my treat types of HTL, HTC, Hot LC are in my blood and I border on the sugar blues.

More Narco Pharmo Mojo is indicated.

But wurst of all (sausage reference intended):

Many unspeakable things have found their was into my balzac. We are not talking Honoré de here.

Plus I have to ask my doctor if I can have nookie.

You would think since she palpitated my Honoré de Balzac doppelganger on our first meeting, asking would be a snap.

But it ain't. 

Reflection

I was driving this train. I was the conductor, engineer, and fire woman. He had lit this flame and I was stoking it up for a full speed ahead cross cuntry trip. 

1 Reflecting On His Toes

2 Reflections Two

3 To Motion Reflected

I'm Doomed - 1. Pharmo Narco Industrial Complex

The Pharmo Narco Industrial Complex has got my coat sleeves. I feel it pulling me into their clutches. For the first sixty years I have never been on "medication" before. Now the siren song of sulfoid derivatives has gotten on my back. Who knows what unspeakable snake oil concoctions they will hook me on next.

Sure the mercury defied gravity, but it should when first introductions are asking to touch my swellings where no swelling should ever be. It was like a nightmare first date without the dinner, or the candlelight, or the drive to, or the drop off at home.

Just Boom.

Cut to the chase.

Touch me here.

Quick

“Looks like a pumpkin patch of delight."

What did he just say?

 “Feels like banana heaven.”

Quick

Quick 

Not Quick Enough 

Quick Like A Bunny 

Quick Thumper Now! 

Quick Breakfast Carrot 

Quick Thumper Good 

Quick Control 

Cum Me To The Quick 

Notes - The Mill

That's when he notices me. He rests his hand on mine but I know it is so my cleavage stays tucked around his arm. His blue eyes swallow me and his attention engulfs me. Suddenly it is just us two in the late night jazz club.

I would not have even noticed Jim staggering out if Lynne had not lingered a bit too long and a bit too close as she left. It almost felt like she had expected Sam to leave with them. Not necessarily with me along was my impression.

Notes - Pass Around Joy

The ride home with the Nanny was indeed frosty. Not only since I had driven there with the windows rolled down to air out the spacious double couch design of the Bonneville hoping that the scent of other women and male splooge would be whisked away on the wind. Now with the heater on the atmosphere within was still frosty.

“So that guy must be used to giving their Nannie’s a ride home.” I said sheepishly.

“No. I am their first nanny.” she said coldly, adding “They had an Au Pair before me.”

“An oh pair of what?” I asked trying to weasel my way through with humor.

Au Pair. A. U.  P. A. I. R. silly.” The Nanny giggled after a brief attempt not to be thawed. “Some foreign chick that lived in and cared for the kids.” she concluded.

“Cozy.” Was all that I could say as I imagined a foreign floozy in the family home.

“Maybe too cozy.” The Nanny added cryptically.

Not cryptically enough as the tableau of the wife looking anxiously after the hubby and the Nanny out the window as they headed for his car when I arrived. The plot was thickening.

I glanced over and noticed just how hot she looked in her Nanny uniform. Especially since I knew what this rather prim and proper garb obscured. I am sure her middle aged male client had noticed the same. I knew her female client knew.

No generation gap there.

As the Bonneville cut through the frosty night the Nanny curled up next to me in he front seat and place her head on my shoulder just where Beverly had cuddled an hour earlier. Only the Nanny had shorter, lighter, and certainly better maintained coiffer than the Bev.

“I know it’s late, but can we go to your place for a bit.” She cooed” Maybe moke -a joint.” she said in mock baby talk stoner jargon we had adopted.

“I can do better than that.,” as I pulled one out of my pocket and pushed the car cigarette lighter in. As the smoke wafted through the cabin I knew my scent and betrayal trail had been covered.

Notes-The Mill

One look at the photograph taken in the early morning does not do the story justice. There I was. There was Jim. There was Lynn also on the far side of me. Sam was front and center, as he likes it, with me peering around him leaning on the bar. There was my cleavage pressing into Sam's arm. I had his bicep in my boobs grasp.That was the night I got what I had longed for. This night also drove home the words, “be careful what you wish for”.

My frustration had reached new heights that very day. Why is it the men I do not want peering at my breasts are always leering, while the man I want to show them off to would always speak to me eye to eye. I had never even caught Sam sneaking a peek. What I did not realize is just how sneaky he really was. But he is a man. Now he is my midnight Sam.

Notes - Pass Around Joy

Parked in the forest preserve with Beverly and I in the front seat, Reno and Joy in the back, while The Nanny was waiting impatiently at her work place for me to pick her up after theater practice.

I don't know why I always do this.

Well. Yes I do.

I fell in love way too young.

I stayed in love way too young.

Yet I wanted to partake of the strange and varied fruits that were out in the world.

Few were stranger or unusual as Beverly.

Still fewer were as bountiful as Joy.

There was much thrashing, smacking, and gnashing going on in the deep pool of blackness behind the front seat of my 1966 Pontiac Bonneville. Meanwhile I was awash in the moist resplendence and tossing throes between Beverly’s cheeks and tongue.

Notes-The Mill

I used to feel bad for some of the poor dears who became flustered when I bestowed my bounty on them. The gift of my big beautiful girls. I could always tell the ones who were accustomed to a thin strapped single clasped bra. Some were even foolish enough to search the front for release. Sweat would form on their dear flustered brows when faced with my full metal four clasp behind the back brassiere regalia.

Notes - Pass Around Joy

I put on side one of “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd and watched approvingly as the Nanny sprawled out on the floor level mattress with her long legs splayed for comfort.

Nanny had legs that made grown men burst into tears just watching her walk by, but here tonight with the silly knee socks of the nanny uniform she was like some Mary Poppins meets Catholic school girl mash-up. Her sipping a beer, limbs all akimbo, ensconced on my bed as the music rose had me set down my beer and drop slowly between her knees. My hand traced gently over her knee as she said, “If you are a good boy I’ll leave the socks on.”

She knew me too well.

Heard on the Street

A middle aged woman teetering down Belmont Avenue at Halsted Street shouting into her phone, "I haven't had sex in a long time Constance,  so I do not want to hear about it." 

She clatters down the sidewalk in her too short shorts and come fuck me heels. 

If my bus wasn't arriving I might have stepped up and volunteered. 

A Durable Men

Just got a spam e-mail stating they were looking for a durable men. Hmmmm...

Durable,doable,disposable.

D's are the times we live in.

Petey's Stoopid Thought For The Day

Life is a vacation from being dead.

I shall take that thought and now merrily run through my vacation time with more glee than ever.