Nov 212011
 

Monday morning, it’s brain dump time!

Last night I logged onto our SLS account and saw that we had a new e-mail.  Sounded promising, the couple are swingers and also play separately, profile reads well, they had already exchanged a few messages with Veronica.  Good, right? Then I saw their profile pics and winced. Veronica swears that the pics weren’t there when she first checked out their profile.

I’m leaving it to her to back off from them after several encouraging messages!

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It’s just me and Darling Boy for the next 3 days. This evening Veronica and Princess Persistent are flying to New York for some extra family time before Thanksgiving. On Thanksgiving Day DB and I will drive down and join them and we’ll all return together sometime Friday.

We’ll be having Thanksgiving dinner at Veronica’s step-sisters place. The woman is NOT known for her cooking, Veronica insists that she maintains she size 2 figure with a diet of cheetos and diet soda. Good thing my mother-in-law will be there and will likely take over in the kitchen.

Speaking of moms and Turkey Day, my mother will also be on Long Island, with my sister and her in-laws. Last year Veronica and I stayed home, which would have been our preference again this year. But no, my mom had to insist that we come to Long Island. Of course, there wasn’t an invitation to my brother-in-laws families place, so we’re not actually spending the holiday with her.

Gotta love family….

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Thanks to certain online friends, I’ve been thinking a lot about double penetration lately. I’ve participated several times, with Veronica and another guy as part of a 4some swap, with Veronica and another woman & a strap-on, and when I joined another couple for a MFM 3some.

I love seeing a woman enjoy 2 cocks at once, better if one of those cocks is mine, it’s been too long, over a year and a half.

Any ladies with a generously sized strap-on want to visit and help me double-stuff Veronica? :-)

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Yesterday I got out for a 15 mile bike ride, that makes 6 rides and almost 100 cumulative miles for the month, not bad for November! Still, I’m 100′s of miles short of last years total mileage.

Even if it means risking hypothermia, I WILL get out for one last ride, of at least 19 miles, so that I can reach an arbitrary and otherwise meaningless goal. Because I’m dumb like that…

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It’s been 2 days and I’m already second-guessing whether I like having comments turned off.

Comments are turned back on for this post. We’ll see about future posts.

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Sometimes I miss Katie.

Correction, sometimes I miss *fucking* Katie, I could do without her emotional neediness.

With Veronica gone for the next 3 nights, it would have been good to have Katie around for a bootie call.  I wonder how she’d react if I texted her today and invited her over?

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Time to get my ass out of bed and get a move on.

Have a great Monday!

The Weekend in Review

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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

Mom

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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…

 

It’s embarrassing how long it took us [us being Veronica :-) ] to get these slides sent out and converted to digital images. The bags contain over 1500 slides spanning the years 1968-1978, they’ve all been reduced to 2 CD-ROMs. Now I just have to organize the images and burn copies to give to my parents and sister.

18-105mm lens at 42 mm, 1/10 sec at f/4.8, ISO 800

 

When my step-father passed away last month, my mom gave us a collection of model antique cars and trucks that he wanted Darling Boy to have.

I took DB to Lowes so he could pick out a shelf for them and he helped me put it up, now he has a place to proudly display the collection.

35mm prime lens, 1/15 sec at f/1.8, ISO 800

Time

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Sep 112011
 

Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with $86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!

Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is TIME.

Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the “tomorrow”. You must live in the present on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!

For the victims of the 9/11 attacks and the untold 1000s who have perished in conflicts since then, their time prematurely ran out.

For my step-father, his time ran out earlier this morning, he passed away in his sleep.

Rest in peace “Dad”

Aug 242011
 

We’re been having a great visit with my mom and step-dad. I haven’t been here since mid-September of last year and the rest of the family hasn’t been here since last June. My step-dad is in VERY poor health, he’s 87 yrs old and he probably doesn’t have much time left.

The downside, which really isn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, is a lack of privacy and intimacy for Veronica and I. There is a finished basement which has a full-size bed as well as a fold out couch.  Veronica and I get the bed while Princess Persistent gets the couch and Darling Boy is upstairs with my mom (step-dad is in a hospital bed in the living room, he hasn’t had the strength to make it upstairs to his bedroom for several months).

Having one of our kids this close to our bed kinda restricts our usual nightly fun and games, though we did manage to end our wedding anniversary appropriately :-)

While we’re decidedly un-wanton this week, I’m sure others are more than making up for it, click the button to visit Molly’s blog and see who else is playing.

 

I swear, Veronica’s hands NEVER deviate from the textbook 10-and-2 position!

18-105mm lens at 58 mm, 1/125 sec at f/5.0, ISO 400

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It’s road trip week for us. DB’s summer camp is over and school doesn’t start until August 31, so Veronica and I used some vacation time and took the family on the road. Sunday we drove from our home in the Boston suburbs to my mom and step-dads home in the Pittsburgh area, with a pit stop in State College PA & Penn State University along the way. If you follow me on Twitter you might know this already, there were a few tweets along the way!

We’ll be here until Wednesday, then it’s off to Maryland for a day followed by a stop in NY and a visit with other extended family members.

Perhaps the best part of the trip?

Veronica and I return home on Friday, WITHOUT THE KIDS!! They’re staying in NY for some extra quality time with grandparents, aunts and uncles. We’ll be kid-free for 4 days.

Whatever will we do with ourselves? ;-)

 

Okay, not really, and there’s not a photo of a kitchen mishap or anything like that!

I came across this website where people post photos of what they would try if their house was on fire. Rather than post my photos there I’m using my response as my Project 365/Gratitude365 photos of the day today.

105mm macro lens, 1/15 sec at f/3.0, ISO 800

105mm macro lens, 1/20 sec at f/3.0, ISO 1600

Obviously I would make sure that Veronica, Darling Boy and Princess Persistent were safe before I was concerned with any material possessions.

105mm macro lens, 1/400 sec at f/2.8, ISO 400

She’s a destructive little fucker (see Day 113 for photo evidence) but the dog is still a part of the family and I’d hate for her to get hurt.

105mm macro lens, 1/40 sec at f/3.0, ISO 800

I’d grab my laptop if I could, but not because you’re all in there. Grabbing piles of photo albums would be nice if impractical, but if I grab this I’m saving 1000s of family photos over the last 7-8 years since we got our first digital camera. There is also quite a bit of other valuable information in there.  On my way out the door I’d grab my wallet and car keys and that would be it.  Everything else is just material stuff, we have insurance and can replace most of it, nothing is more important than making sure my family is safe.

If there was one purely material item I would try to save, I’d grab my camera.

So how about you, your house is on fire, what do you try to save? Feel free to steal this for your blog or leave a reply in the comments section, I’m interest in your thoughts.

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