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My number tonight is 5. Trips up and down the stairs between the living room and front door in the time it took to slap together this post! Nope, make it 6…
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Oct 302011
Goddamn I’m tired!
The drive to Pittsburgh and back wasn’t terrible, 9 hrs 45 min to get there and 9 hrs flat to get home. Fortunately DB was in agreement with me that we should stop as little as possible and just get the driving over with. When all 4 of us made the trip in August for our family vacation we took our time and it was an 11 hour trip.
Would have been nice to have someone to share the driving with though.
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I almost didn’t make it home Sunday evening!
I do my best to avoid getting gas in Connecticut, for some reason prices are typically $0.20-0.25/gallon higher there. Traveling on I-84 in NY I did the mental arithmetic and figured that I could easily make the truck stop just off exit 1 in MA. We get to MA, I exit the interstate and find that one of the gas stations is out of gas. WTF? I go to the other one and it’s out too.
And then my gas light comes on.
Instead of getting back on the interstate I take a state highway toward home, where I find station after station after station is closed. That storm that hit Sat night/Sun morning? There’s power outages all over the state (including my home for about 4 hrs Sat night) and without power, of course gas pumps won’t work.
Now I’m starting to get nervous, I’ve never seen the needle on the gas gauge that low. Fortunately no sooner than I called Veronica to let her know what’s going on did I find an open gas station.
I put 21.1 gallons of gas in a 24 gallon tank. I theoretically could have made it home, but was glad I found an open station!
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Apparently “stoic” is not a personality trait to ascribe to my mother.
Yes, she had a car accident last Tuesday and has a bruised sternum, I’m not doubting that it hurts. But every movement elicited a groan, a sigh, a grimace on her face.
For a while on Saturday I welcomed to chance to escape to her home office and update her iTunes and iPad, at least there I didn’t have to hear her whining.
If that makes me a bad son, so be it…
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Darling Boy may live to regret being so eager to help his grandma. Vacuuming, emptying the dishwasher, walking her dog, and numerous other tasks, all done without complaint.
Unlike at home, where he grudgingly does what he’s asked to do. I’ll be reminding him of his difference in attitude.
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Sitting here Sunday night, for all of my grumbling, I’m glad we made the trip, mom really appreciated having us there.
Maybe I’m not such a bad son…
Oct 302011
I teased my mom that the cones were put there to make sure she doesn’t run into the pole, since she took out the one that used to be there. Fortunately she has a good sense of humor about everything!
Is anyone really surprised that I took a photo of this?
18-105mm lens at 105 mm, 1/640 sec at f/5.6, ISO 400
Oct 292011
Mine is 3,663,156,099 
That is, when I was born according to this website I was the 3,663,156,099th person on Earth. The site also tells me that I was the 77,778,560,477th person to have lived since history began.
Now I have to wonder, how the fuck did they come up with numbers that precise?
My other number, the one most of you perverts thought of when you saw the title of this post, THAT number I know!
Oh, and it’s a slightly smaller number too…
Oct 292011
A quick shot before I crawled into bed last night after a very long day…
I’ve always thought this is a pretty lamp and I liked the shadows it cast on the wall.
18-105mm lens at 48 mm, 1/15 sec at f/4.8, ISO 800
Oct 282011
As we age, eventually our roles with our parents change. Where once they took care of us, we gradually help take care of them. I just wish it wasn’t starting to happen already…
My dad is 67 and mom is 64. Even a year a go, if you asked me to guess which would need more help eventually, I would have said my dad. As it turns out, I think it might be my mom.
Last Fall she was driving to NY to see my sister and had an accident on the highway. It was raining pretty hard and she hydroplaned, right into the concrete center divider. Fortunately the only damage was to her car, which was considerable.
Over the summer we visited her and my step-dad and I noticed some damage under the passenger side doors. I asked her about it and she made some comment about a pole or curb jumping out to get her.
And then Tuesday morning happened
I’m at work and get a phone call from my sister – “First of all, mom is ok. She’s been in an accident and they’re taking her to the hospital. I haven’t spoken to her, but the paramedic says she’s alert and just most likely banged up some. As a precaution they’ve got her on a backboard and neck brace until they can check her out at the hospital.”
My sister told me that she was leaving for moms ASAP and would call me once she knew more. As the day goes on, we learn that mom just has a bruised sternum, due to the seatbelt doing its job. We also learn that it was a single-car accident. Somehow (she says it was foggy out) mom managed to plow into a telephone pole before she even left the condo complex.
Not only that, but she hit the pole hard enough to break it.
She was discharged from the hospital later that day, and my sister has been staying with her. Since my step-dad passed away last month, mom is alone there. I told them I would hit the road if they needed me to, but neither of them thought it was necessary.
Now my sister has to head back home, but mom isn’t ready to be alone yet, so she asked me to come visit.
By the time this post goes up, Darling Boy and I will be on the road. We’re having him skip school today, knowing full well that as much as mom will like to see me, having a grandchild around will please her to no end.
9 hrs and 525 miles each way. This is going to be a long weekend. If I think mom is in the right frame of mind, I think we’re going to have a talk…
Oct 282011
The word is snow, of course!
As a general rule, I don’t complain about snow, I do live in New England after all, it kinda comes with the territory. But when the first snow, even if it won’t last, comes before the leaves are off the trees, well, that’s just fucked up.
18-105mm lens at 18 mm, 1/60 sec at f/3.5, ISO 1600, with flash
Earlier in the evening I enticed Veronica to flash me her tits for a photo with the intention of calling it “Day 301 – Gratuitous Tit Pic”. Once it started snowing, I knew I had to get a photo of that.
But I decided to share the photo of Veronica anyway, because that’s the kind of guy I am
105mm macro lens, 1/15 sec at f/3.0, ISO 800
Oct 272011
Veronica is on her hands and knees on the hotel room bed, our friend is by her side and watching me fuck her. Remembering something that our friend once told me, I reach over and grab her head.
Slick with Veronica’s juices, I push my cock into her mouth, then keep pushing until she’s taken all of me. With a firm handful of hair, I keep my cock there for just a moment longer than she’s comfortable with. Releasing her from my grasp, I withdraw and slip back into Veronica’s cunt.
Did Veronica even realize what I was doing while I left there, ass up in the air, cunt so rudely left wanting for something inside?
Back and forth I go
Fucking Veronica
Fucking our friends mouth
Fucking Veronica
Over and over, making sure our friend get to fulfill her fantasy of sucking my cock intermingled with the taste of Veronica.
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3+ years of swinging and numerous 3somes with a variety of women, and yet I’m still experiencing some things for the first time.
I love my life
Oct 272011
Veronica was working on cleaning out PP’s pumpkin when I heard her say “oops”
Someone was a little too enthusiastic about scraping out the inside of the pumpkin.
And let me tell you, PP was none too pleased with what happened!
105mm macro lens, 1/16 sec at f/3.0, ISO 1600
Oct 262011
As I check off more locations on the Scavenger Hunt list, it’s getting more difficult to find places that remain on the list. In the back of my mind, I know that I’d like to get photos at a half dozen different locations.
Tuesday afternoon I had an appointment somewhere, when I arrived I saw the parking deck, which is a “car park” in Curvaceous Dee’s Aussie Kiwi vernacular. Perfect! Now I just had to find a spot to get a photo without getting in trouble!
*Click-click for a more revealing view*
Now I’m up to 8, here are the other Scavenger Hunt locations I’ve already visited! 2 more locations and I’ll have earned the Scavenger Hunt Gold Award. Where will I go next- beach, boat ramp, library, tunnel? Who knows!
Park
Office
Road
Airport
Bridge
Hotel
On the Roof
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