Hmmm... twice, in the last 4 days, I have had two, COUNT EM... TWO!! really attractive women give me a smile. And I don't mean one of those "Smile at him and he'll go away" smiles. I mean, one eye brow cocked in a decidedly attracted way. Either that or my fly was open... had something in my teeth etc.

First, I went to karate Saturday morning. I usually go on Tue and Thurs nights. But there was a seminar scheduled for Thurs and I didn't want to miss my workout. I went to a class with a lot of kids and low belts. It was a really frustrating class for many reasons I will talk about in another post. Anyway, the class after that one was for higher belts (I presume). I finished my workout and walked to the little waiting area. A bunch of students for the next class was milling about. In particular, there was this cute little blonde. I have seen her a few times in the class before my regular Tue. and Thurs nights. Julie (tired of clever... or not... initials. Besides, what are the odds...) is her name. I learned from a couple of guys in my class... overheard that is, she works where I work. She is in a field making a TON of money. And she's a bad ass. I watched her spar a few times and... let's just say she has some aggresion issues. Anyway, I finished the class Saturday. As I walked to the bench where I left my bag I ran into her. There were a fair amount of people milling about, but not so crowded we couldn't pass each other. I stepped to my right to make it obvious which way I was going so we wouldn't do that little dance when you don't know which way to go. I wasn't really even looking directly at her. But when I glanced up, she was looking at me and smiling. The kind of smile that holds your gaze for a second. And when I smiled back, she continued. It wasn't like the kind of nervous smile you see someone have then they break it as soon as you make eye contact. No. She continued smiling and looking me square in the eye. Ahh....

Then today, I ran at lunch. I walked out of the front door to my building and crossed the street. The whole time I was fiddling with my new mp3 player trying to get my workout playlist to start. I had my head down looking at the mp3 player and didn't really notice who was around me. The song I was after started and I took off at a pretty quick pace. I went maybe 20 yards or so when I passed a girl walking in my direction. She had a petite little figure, brown hair. And she smiled. A BIG smile. And she did that thing where she looked ahead, but her eyes followed me as I ran by. I couldn't help it, I ran for the rest of that block with a big stupid grin on my face... that is until my heart reminded me this wasn't supposed to be fun.

C stayed with the Mrs-in-law friday night. Mrs picked up chinese take-out and a movie on the way home from work and dropping C off. I kinda expected we would get settled into our evening around 7:30 or 8ish. But it didn't take Mrs nearly that long to drop off C and get food. We ended up eating around 6:00. It was way too early to put in the movie. I wanted to pick up some compression shorts to wear under my gi at karate. Since it was so early I decided to go ahead and run to the sporting goods store.

After I got back, I tried on the shorts. I have to say, compression shorts ROCK! Aside from the fact that you feel much cooler, it really makes things... stand out. I walked into the living room to model them for Mrs. She was sitting on the floor working on a photo album project. She sat up on her knees, walked her way over to me, and started running her hands along my thighs, my ass, my cock, my balls. Her hands almost tickled through the cool, smooth fabric hugging my body. It was pretty obvious it felt really good. You could see the outline of my cock swell and stretch the fabric. Mrs pushed me back on the couch. She ran her mouth along my shaft. It was the most bizarre feeling, the warmth of her breath and mouth against my cock followed by the coolness of the air through the fabric when she moved elsewhere. After just a few minutes, she peeled my shorts off and took my cock in her mouth. She took her time, taking me completely in her mouth, then running her tongue around the tip, down the shaft to my balls. She circled each ball with her tongue. After just a few minutes of this, she peeled off her dress and panties. Without wasting any time, she lowered herself onto my cock. She grabbed my head and guided my mouth to her right nipple. I sucked it deeply into my mouth. She slowly ground her self onto my cock. It felt almost as if she were consuming my cock and balls with her pussy. She began to thrust herself up and down my shaft all the while grinding my mouth onto her nipple. I felt her shudder and heard her breath catch. With both hands she drove my mouth even harder onto her nipple. I could fee the heat from her pussy throb against my cock as she came. Almost as soon as her shaking subsided, she leaned back pulling my head with her so she could lay on the couch. I slid easily into her pussy, feeling the juices against the insides of her thighs. She wrapped both hands around my ass and urged me to thrust deeper and faster. She closed her eyes and held her breath. I could feel her fingernails dig into my ass as she shuddered again. I came deep inside her.

Afterwards, she was ready to start a movie. It was evidently a true story about the first all nude burlesque show in London right before and during WWII. I don't know what she is thinking when she picks movies sometimes. She thought, a) it's a chick flick, but b) there are tons of naked women in it so it will be ok with me. The movie was essentially about an eccentric rich woman who bought a theater on a whim. They put on a show that did well at first, but then was lost to every other theater around. So she decided to mimic the french and do an all nude show. There was a TON of nudity in the movie. Including one of the main characters played by Bob Hoskins (egads!). It was kind of funny and had it's moments. The nudity wasn't really anything spectacular for me. It wasn't like she got us a porn or anything.

The movie ended around 11:30. I had a hard time sleeping the night before and was pretty exhausted. That and I had a pretty long day planned Saturday. I was ready for bed. Mrs went off to do her nightly routine before bed. I grabbed a book to read. I never got to read a single page. Mrs climbed in bed, threw her leg over mine, ground herself onto my thigh while attacking my mouth. I thought to myself "What the hell?!?! TWO times in one night?!?! What in the hell has gotten into her?!?!" Not that I was going to argue. She threw back the covers and... well... assaulted my cock. Which responded quickly. Once she had me rock hard (not long), she rolled over pulling me on top. As I climbed between her legs she grabbed my head and thrust my mouth onto her nipple again. After just a few seconds, she pushed me back and rolled over. She pressed her ass to me. My cock slid quickly into her dripping pussy. I didn't have a chance to do anything. She began to thrust herself back onto my cock. It was all I could do to keep my balance as she pushed back harder and harder. She held the pillow to her face as she screamed into it. I reached forward and grabbed the headboard for support as she fucked me harder. Her body finally started to go limp. I was far from finished though. I rolled her over onto her back. She put a leg on either shoulder. She was so wet my cock slid inside without any help from either of us. Her pussy was almost pulsing against my cock as she began to cum almost immediately. She urged me to fuck her harder and faster than before. Again, I braced myself against the headboard. Our bodies slapped together rythmically. The bed creaked furiosly. Mrs moved her mouth but no sound came out as she came again. Finally, we collapsed in a heap.

Almost as soon as we finished, I heard the deep "SNNNNNXXXxXXNSNSXXX" of Mrs snoring. I lay in bed for a while longer wondering what in the hell had gotten into her. Could it be the movie turned her on? Hmmm.....

Please tell me this is a global phenomena and not just me. Why is it, when I'm horny enough for the neighbor's shitzu to have a tiny bit of appeal, the one person who blatanly expresses interest probably one of a handful of people I WOULDN'T fuck?!

I talked to HF yesterday. We were supposed to get together and do something. But schedules didn't mesh etc. etc. and she had to cancel. She called yesterday to see if I could do something, but again those damned schedules.. As I was about to hang up she shouted "WAIT!! I almost forgot to tell you. I ran into AM the other day. She totally wants to fuck you!"

AM is a girl who used to play on my old pool team. She is/was/who knows married to Work C's brother. Now, I try not to be judgemental of others. But these two personified trailer trash. The did in fact, live in a trailer (there's nothing wrong with that) out in the middle of nowhere. They had this on again/off again relationship. The first time I ever met her, I helped Work C move out of a house. He gave them one of his couches. We took it to their place. When we got there, AM was sitting on the couch smoking in piles of filth, their baby girl was running around in just a diaper... with shit running down her leg. I was a scene right out of the movies.

They joined the old pool team. I got to know them pretty well. Work C's brother is an ok guy. Not overly bright. Redneck as hell. Calls people Bo or Bubba (really). But he's a decent guy at heart. Works hard. Doesn't make much. Does what he can to take care of his family. AM is pretty much the opposite of that. Gold digger comes to mind, except she picked the wrong mine to dig from.

So back to the conversation with HF. She said AM wants to fuck you. I seem to remember a similar conversation with someone else on the pool team. I didn't really take it seriously. I thought at the time it was just a passing comment... like "he's so cute I'd tear him up" or something like that. So I said "Yeah, I know". HF said "No. I mean, she really wants to fuck you.. now. She asked me if I ever ran into you and wanted me to let you know she wants to fuck you... bad".

Here's the wierd thing. I don't find AM remotely attractive. For me, attraction is about 50/50 appearance and personality. I can't help it. I likes what I likes and I like a trim fit body. I also like nice people. I can't stand petty or hateful people. I have met some smoking hot women who were complete bitches and I don't think I could've gotten it up for them. I have also met women who weren't my type physically (maybe a little overweight, or maybe not stunningly beautiful) who I was very attracted to because they had just a great personality (I know the cliche... but it's true and I don't care about cliches). AM is neither. She is WAY overweight. And she's a lazy evil bitch. Sure she's fun to party with. But you know deep down, she's a spiteful, gold digging bitch and therefore SO off my fuckable chart. However,.... I couldn't help but notice a tiny twitch in my cock as HF was telling me about AM.

WTF?!?! I have absolutely no desire to fuck AM. But the thought, actually turns me on a bit. I think, maybe it's the thought that somewhere out there is someone who isn't just attracted to me, but blatantly lusts after me. It's turning into a powerful aphrodisiac. God help me I've been picturing meeting with her, ordering her to her knees to suck my cock. I would never in a million years do it. But I can't get the picture out of my head. DAMNIT!!

Why the hell is it, HF doesn't want to fuck me... or that adorable blonde waitress from the bar we shoot pool at (or I used to)... or the girl who humored the other Work C but who talked trash that one night.... sigh

Uh... ladies.... THIS doesn't look like it would be any fun at all. But then again I'm a guy and have no idea what shapes etc. would feel good or not. Thoughts?

I want to feel the cool, smooth, silk of your skin at the turn of your cheeks brush against my chest as my breath slides up your spine. I want to feel your arms and legs explode into tiny little pin pricks when my teeth rasp against the nape of your neck. I want to feel the full, wetness of your lips press against my face while my tongue cleaves your pussy like a ripe peach. I want to taste your juice on my lips, in my beard. I want to carry that smell with me throughout the rest of the day. I want to hear the slapping of flesh as we consume each other with lust. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock as your orgasm assaults you. I want to see the crumpled aftermath of the sweat covered bed still smelling of lust and sex. I want to feel the familiar ache in my well used cock to remind me of how much I want to do it all over again.

and again....

and again...

and again....

I briefly chatted via e-mail with HF. We may do something Friday. No details yet.

I haven't talked about it recently. But my new years resolution (that didn't get started until May) is going well. I have been sticking to my workout schedule as much as life will permit. Which has been pretty regular. I missed karate 2 Thursdays in a row. But I had other things that were a priority. I'm finally able to get through a class without feeling like my chest is going to explode. I have also been running on my karate "off" days. I'm no example of prime fitness, but I'm getting there.

The thing that was really pissing me off was, I was working out 4 days a week for well over an hour a day. But my weight was going up. Yeah yeah, muscle weighs more than fat. But I figured the fat would start coming off and my weight would hover around the same. Not so. Last tues I started cutting out all carbs. My weight has flown off ever since. In the past, I have lost around 8 or 9 pounds over the first 2 weeks. Then I would steadily lose about 2 pounds a week after that. This time, I lost 12 pounds in about 6 days. I don't know if I look any better or not. But I damn sure feel stronger.

Elsewhere, I'm starting to get bolder and bolder. I updated my AFF profile with... gasp... a picture. Sort of. It really sucks not having a camera. I had to take one from our vacation and crop it. I smudged my face a bit. I hope no one I know recognizes me. Of course, if they do, THEY are also on AFF. I'm so bored right now though, I'm SO ready for some kind of mischief. So far I haven't had anymore hits on my profile (that would be NONE). I'm so inept at these kind of things I'm not sure how to make it more visible with my level of paranoia. Sometimes this alter ego of mine REALLY sucks! Sigh..

C stayed at the Mrs-in-laws Friday night. Mrs wanted to do a date night. A bunch of guys from work went to the lake Thurs night to "fish" (translation, get drunk as shit in boats). I was pretty tired and a teenie bit hung over. But it had been months since we had a chance to be by ourselves. So I said "sure what the hell".

We met at a bar and grill for happy hour right after work. As I am trying to low carb right now I held back on the drinking and food (my weight is flying off... 'nother story). Mrs, however, got pleasantly buzzed. After a couple of hours we had all we could stand of the bar scene. Mrs said "How 'bout I go get a movie and meet you at home". This is the typical Friday night at our house. Frankly, I'm over it. I was still about 99.9% sober. I said "How about, we take a ride on the motorcycle? Perhaps down to the beach?" Mrs readily agreed. I had to run a quick errand and Mrs wanted to get a bottle of wine. So we went our separate ways temporarily.

By the time we met at the house, the sun was mostly set. I gathered up a beach towel. Mrs grabbed a corkscrew and a couple of cups. The ride was almost perfect. Standing still, the air had that sticky hot summer night feel. But once the bike started moving, it cooled right down. I could feel her hot hands on my rib cage. She doesn't have the comfort HF has on the bike, so she still holds on pretty tight. After a few miles she would occasionally loosen up and let her hand slide down to my thigh. But mostly she held on tight.

We drove to a barrier island. There is one central road onto the island that ends at a hotel on the beach. You have to turn right or left. To the left, is a popular surf hangout. I figured there would be a bunch of kids. I turned right. Every block or so is a little parking area with access to the beach. I drove past parking lot after parking lot until we reached the very last one. There weren't any cars in this lot.

We set up a little space in the darkness. The lights from the city shone behind us. The stars were pinpoints in inky blackness to our front. I poured the wine as we got settled. Mrs scooted next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I felt a hand sneak to my thigh, then steathily slide to my crotch. I glanced around to see if anyone was near. There were kids playing with flashlights about 1/2 mile down the beach. Behind us a few houses were ablaze with summer vacationers eating dinner. It was quiet and dark where we sat.

I leaned back on my shoulders. Our towel was really too small to lay down together. Mrs rested her head on my chest. Her hands moved more deliberately, no longer tentative out in the open. I felt my cock press against my jeans. Mrs traced the outline of it with her fingers until it strained fully against the denim. Mrs hand slid to my belt. I could feel the buckle come loose, followed by the soft pop of my pants button. A slow zzzip. Finally, the night, ocean air blowing across my fully erect cock. I let my head fall completely back so that I was looking at the houses behind us upside down. Still no-one around to notice.

Mrs ran her tongue along my shaft as she gently played with my balls. She was slow and deliberate. I kept glancing left, right, backwards/upside down expecting to see someone with a flashlight at any moment. Finally, I let my eyes wander to the infinite blackness of the stary sky. If I held my head just right, the beach drifted out of my peripheral vision and the wash of the lights from the city faded to blackness. There was my cock, the warm ocean breeze, and Mrs' mouth and hands. Almost every other sensation faded away.

Mrs began to fuck my cock with her mouth. My balls began to tighten as that familiar tingle in the base of my cock grew. For just a minute I considered stopping her so we could fuck. But I thought about the logistics. It's also one thing for her head to be bobbing blocked by part of my torso, it's another for my bare ass to be pumping away on top of her bathed in the glow of city lights off in the distance. While that though was going through my mind I felt my orgasm wash over me. Mrs kept sucking and sucking until it was too intense. Every time her tongue flicked the head of my cock a painful pleasure made me jump until I finally had to push her away (I guess it's tit for tat). We left the beach shortly afterwards.

On the way home, I realized that was the first time I have ever had a blowjob on the beach. Maybe if we find a spot with a little less ambient light we'll go for full on sex on the beach.

After we got home, we spent a few minutes putting up the beach supplies. I went to the bedroom and took my clothes off. Mrs was doing her best to try to undo the curls from the ocean air in the bathroom. She gave up about the time I dropped my pants. I moved to go to the bathroom passing Mrs on the way by. Instead of continuing on, I grabbed her and pushed her to the bed. She landed far enough back on the bed I only had to bed slightly to rest my mouth on her pussy. I ran my tongue the length of her slit through her pants. She quickly pushed them over her hips. I knelt beside the bed and dove in. My face was instantly drenched with her juice. Her hands immediately went to her nipples, alternately twisting and rubbing her knuckles across them. I moved my mouth to her clit and slid my index finger inside her. She clenched her pussy around it and thrust her hips. I took that as my hint and began to finger fuck her. She let out a cry as more juice flowed freely down my chin and hand. I started sucking her clit and fucking it with my mouth like a tiny little cock while I turned my finger over and stroked her g-spot. She screamed and shoved my head away as she came.

I climbed on the bed while kissing my way up her body. She shook and pushed away with every touch. Finally I reached her neck and bit down on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She threw her legs around my waist and pulled me so my cock was pressing against her pussy. She pulled me inside her with her legs shuddering again. I tried to let her recover by fucking her slowly. She would have none of that. She dug her heels into my ass urging me to fuck her harder and faster. Our bodies made a slapping noise as I drove myself deep inside then pulled almost completely out over and over. After just a few minutes she pushed me away. Quickly, she flipped over onto all fours. I didn't even have a chance to position myself. She reached between her legs and tugged my cock to her pussy. The tip had barely cleared her pussy lips when she threw herself back onto me. I could feel my balls swing and slap her pussy each time we drove into each other. I saw her wrap both of her hands in the sheets and I again, felt that tingling sensation build at the base of my cock. She buried her face in the sheets twisted into a ball in her hands and let out a muffled scream. I finally exploded sending streams of hot cum into her pussy. She untangled her hands and tried to grab as much of my ass/leg as she could pulling me deeper inside as I continued to shoot what seemed like a never ending load.

Finally we collapsed in a heap. Usually, Mrs is pretty squeemish about... the aftermath. This time we lay in a pile of limbs; our sweat and cum and limbs intermingling in a tangle of post coital bliss. It was one of the few times I could still feel the orgasm reaching the tips of my limbs like tiny little waves reach a distant shore after someone does a cannonball off of a tree.

Big thanks to Piper over at Piper's Place for the reciprocal link. I have been a fan of hers for some time and am flattered she would link back.

Also, be sure to check out a few new links in the sidebar. Awesome reading:

Just a Lady With a Secret
Beautifully Human
Extramarital Affairs Without the Guilt
Elexus Exposed

I have probably one or two other additions to the sidebar. It's all such good reading I have a hard time keeping track of them all. My apologies to anyone I forgot to give a shout out.

Here's hoping my anonymity holds out. Here are a few pictures of the love shack to put it in perspective:











The blob is C pointing at the "Never Mind the Dog, Beware of Owner Sign". That's just classy! The white thing to the left of C is the "dining room table".








This is the back side of the love shack. Note the siding that stops just above the window. One of my cousins asked my Dad, "If you keep adding on to this thing pretty soon you'll have a real cabin". To which I quickly retorted "Nope. Add on's stopped about.... here!"






This is the love shack 2.0. Not spectacular, but WAY more comfortable.

Vacation continued...

The camper also has nice little things like, a stove and oven... microwave... TV with DVD... heat. Lastly, actual beds. Well, bed (not plural). Other parts of the camper fold into beds of one type or another. But in the back there actually is a real bed and a tiny little bedroom.

This is a far cry from the amenities in the love shack itself. Early in our courtship, I took Mrs to the love shack. If I remember correctly we went in the fall/early winter. I don't think she was too impressed with it. The bunks are exactly 1 person wide. We tried to fit side by side the first night, but you could only do it lying on your side. You couldn't even roll over. Mrs climbed into the bunk across from mine. The temperature dropped below freezing that night. We had a tiny little ceramic heater that kept the temperature around 50 degrees inside. Around daylight I felt a nudge. Mrs had crawled out of her bunk and stood shivering waiting for me to do the side by side shuffle so we could share body heat. We both wore long johns for warmth. She climbed in the bunk and immediately ran her icy hand down to my cock. There wasn't much I could do to get away from the chunk of ice that was her hand as she ran it along my stomach and into my long johns. At first all I could think about was how cold her hand felt. But then, to my surprise, I quickly felt something new as my hot cock grew stiff in her cold hands. The rest of the story isn't really all that sexy or erotic. I remember a lot of head bumping as we pulled our bottoms down enough to free my cock and her pussy. If you've never tried it, fucking while wearing long johns inside a sleeping bag is a real challenge of coordination and determination. I think after a long struggle her bottoms ended up around her ankles. By the time we finished we were pretty warm. I think she jumped back out of my bunk... well... jump isn't the right word as her long johns were still around her ankles... but you get the idea. Anyway she quickly went back to her own bunk.

This time I had great visions of luxuriating in the bed while the mountain breeze blew through the windows. Maybe even trying out the porch on the love shack. Unfortunately, a combination of a death in the family and my Dad wanting to spend time with us got in the way. He ended up in the camper with Mrs, C, and I. But... the 2nd day we were there, he had to leave early in the morning to attend the funeral service. It's a long story, but he went only to support my Aunt. The relative was a real SOB without any immediate family. I wasn't remotely obliged to go.

As soon as the sound of his truck faded in the distance, I felt Mrs hand wander to my cock. While we weren't out in the open, you just needed to lift your head to see woods on 3 of 4 sides. A cool breeze wafted through the windows. Mrs rolled on her side with her back to me. Slowly, I raised her hair off of her neck and let my teeth scrape from the nape of her neck up to her shoulder. She rolled slightly forward so that her legs parted. Her ass was still facing me. I ran my hand along her hip to her cheeks. She pressed herself back towards me while spreading her legs more. My hand slid between her cheeks and down underneath her ass where my fingers could explore the lips of her pussy. I could feel goose bumps forming on her legs as I gently bit her ear lobe. Her pussy exploded with wetness. We were still sort of spooning. My other arm was under her head and neck. My hand naturally rested on her breast. Her nipple grew stiff against the palm of my hand. I began to gently twist her nipple while I continued to bite her neck and ear. My finger plunged into her pussy. She began to shake and cry out. Quickly she slid her body so that she was lying on her back. She pulled me on top of her. I raised myself up to slide my cock into her pussy. I glanced up and noticed I had an almost unobstructed view of the forest through the rear window. I felt the cold air on my cock turn to heat as I slid inside. Mrs gasped and started shaking almost immediately as I slid completely inside her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me further inside. Each time I slid my cock out I could feel the cool air across the wetness left from her pussy chilling my cock. She grunted and dug her heels into my ass as she came. I could feel the heat of my own cum spilling deep in her pussy adding to the intense heat of our bodies connected by our sexes.

Unfortunately, that was the only time we got to play in the camper. My Dad was around the rest of the time. After that though, my mind went into fantasy overdrive as I imagined sitting on the porch in the cool night air in front of the fire pit (we have one of those copper fire pits on the porch). A body bathed in the light of the flames riding my cock. Her breasts glowing red and orange with rivulets of sweat running between them. I can almost hear the cicadas making their chorus throughout the forest in time with the rhythm of our bodies.

I would love to be able to live that fantasy out. I just learned of a change in ownership of my company. As result, we all have to use up our vacation by the first of November. I have TONS of time accrued. Usually I roll over a week or two every year. But now I have to use it or lose it. Do you think anyone would be interested in going off to the woods for an extended weekend of debauchery? Or would that seem a little bit creepy? "Hello, I'd love to get together for a weekend of sex... do you like going off into the deep woods?"

Hmmm... partner or no partner I'm definitely planning to head back up there. Somehow I don't think jerking off on the porch will be as satisfying.

What a relaxing vacation. Mrs, C, and I piled in the car and did a little tour of the southeast. We started off visiting my Mom. We mostly had a relaxing time. My stepfather is... well... a geek really doesn't cover it. I'm a geek. Most people I work with/know are geeks. He ventures beyond into full on nerd. Mostly he has a habit of coming up with something that interests him, then projecting that interest on you. I.e., he is into barber shop quartettes. Yes... he sings... he wears the clothes... the whole nine yards. He knows I play in bands and have some training. SOo I have to listen to him tell story after story about concerts and gags. THEN he starts insisting I LISTEN... THEN he goes on to insist I join in. At which point I excuse myself to the farthest room in the house. WHERE HE FUCKING HUNTS ME DOWN AND TORTURES ME MORE!! I'm all about listening to people and acknowledging their interests. In moderation. Not for 40 fucking hours... not when I'M sucked into them.

That's really the only downside to visiting my Mom. It could be worse. He could be a molester and I have to spend my time watching him like a hawk. He could be abusive. If his only fault is being and annoying nerd... well then that's not so bad.

We spent some time with my Grandfather in my hometown. I grew up in a small town that recently had a population explosion sending the number of residents to around 6k. It is nestled in the foothills of some famous mountains here in the southeast. I forget how beautiful that area is until I go back. And I'm not saying that because it's my hometown. It is truly a remarkable area. Almost every turn of the road has a view of the mountains off in the distance. Lush vegetation. We stepped out of the car at My Grandfather's home and immediately, the smell of the country hit me. His house is in the middle of the town too. It never smells like that where I live.

My Grandfather is getting on up in years. He is developing a lot of problems. While we were there he had to make a trip to the ER. He was once a country Dr. himself. He is prone to self-diagnose problems. This time it was a case of knowing too much to be dangerous to ones self. He left and came back before we ever woke up in the wee hours of the morning. Turns out it was nothing.

Poor C was bored to tears most of the time. But it was nice to visit with him. I hope he is around for a while longer. But it is scary to see things start to shut down. I have a bad feeling he's getting close to the end. All in all we had a great visit.

Finally we ended up at what I like to call the "love shack". I don't know if I've described this place in previous posts or not. I'll give a quick description. The "love shack" started off as a picnic shelter on some land my Dad owns on the side of a mountain. Then it grew into a "tool shed". It's about as big as an oversized garden shed. I think the dimensions are around 10x14. About the size of a large bathroom. Oh... except 4ft of it is a covered porch. so really it's about 10x10 inside. There are shelves on either side that double as "bunks". Over the course of a couple of years my Dad aquired a college refridgerator, an air conditioner, and a tiny little ceiling fan. When you walk inside, if you stretch your arms out you can touch the bunks on either side. You have to empty all of the amenities on to the porch when you first get there. I.e., the fridge ends up outside by the door. There is no running water. No toilette. He built a little box with a hole in top and screwed a toilet seat to the top. You have to go off in the woods, dig a hole, then place the box over it. It's not even an outhouse.

Recently, my Dad decided to upgrade. We now have a camper. It has almost all the amenities of home, except there is no water supply. You have to bring jugs of water with you. The camper does have a 20 gallon water tank and once you fill it you have a toilet and running water... even hot water. Until you use up the 20 gallons whereby you have to fill more jugs etc. etc.

More later....

Ha! Found this and tried it. The response was... shocking. I would venture to say 100% is an overstatement. I'm sure there are those who will agree.

pluff -- [adjective]: 100% kinky 'How will you be defined in the sexual dictionary?' at QuizUniverse.com

I'm bbaaAAAAaack!

Short post. I have been trying to get caught up on reading e-mail and posts etc. However, every 30 seconds or so something interupts me. I find myself shutting down the laptop, then booting it up only to shut it down.

Anyway, it was a very relaxing vacation. It's going to suck to be back to work tommorrow. Blechch! I'll have more to say in the morning.