2222 Lingerie

Saturday, January 17, 2009

I've been experimenting with "sexy lingerie", an area in which I have had, up until the past year or so, no experience whatsoever. You know, like teddies, chemises, and corsets with stockings, and teenie panties, and lacy cat-suits, and so on. And ya know, I'm just not comfortable in any of that stuff. I told The Man last week that he'd once said he doesn't like "role playing", and for me, wearing stuff like that is play acting. I'm just a bit too shy for most of that stuff.

But over the past few days I've discovered something I find every bit as sexy, but completely ME! Peek-a-boo long gowns!

This arrived today:

The top and the entire left side is see-through, and it's incredibly beautiful. Well made. It's from Fredericks.com. I got it in black with light flowers, like this picture, and within minutes of trying it on today, I went back and ordered the same thing in merlot (wine) (which is currently on sale for less than $25).

If you're thinking about anything like this, like maybe for a special Valentine's evening, I highly recommend this gown. Most of the sexy gowns out there are chintzy and badly made, but this one is really nice. Just be sure to order the next size up from what you think you wear. All this kind of stuff runs small.

Thursday evening I wore this:

It's from FeelingUSA.com, and is also very well made. A bit more exposure in the cuppal area than the photo implies, but that's good. Gorgeous pale orchid color, nicer than the picture. On me, it brushes the floor in front, has a train in back. It seems to have made a good impression (either that or he'd missed me a LOT), but actually, I don't care. *I* loved it! This IS ME!
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2221 Today's Favorite Jokes

Saturday, January 17, 2009

So, as I was checking into the hotel, I said to the desk clerk, "I hope the porn channel in my room is disabled."

"No," she said, "it's regular porn, you sick bastard."

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2220 Ghost House; My Satchmo

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Visiting realty listings, through "It's Lovely! I'll Take It", I saw these photos of a house for sale in the St. Louis area.

It's amazing. It's a frozen slice of the 1950s! Everything. Furniture, tile, fixtures, colors, cabinets, everything, all in pristine condition. The refrigerator and stove look a bit post-50s, but sitting there in the garage, in all its glory, is the original stove - my Gramma's stove from the 50s! Also in perfect condition. It's amazing. The place should be a museum.

And then I read the description, and a chill ran up my back. "This awesome 50's bungalow, located on a quiet, cul-de-sac street on the Hill, has seriously never been lived in... at least on the main level. This ONE-OWNER home was resided only in the lower level during their stay here, so the main level has been frozen in time and perfectly preserved...."

Now, that's scary! The lower level is the basement. Cement floor and all. One big room. Who would buy and furnish a house, and then live in the basement? Someone so sick they wouldn't take a chance on juice spilled on a rug? Scratches on the tables? Accidents on the mattresses? Wear on the floors? Did they visit upstairs on Sundays and gloat over how perfect it was? And it's not like it was a single hermit - the description says that the only use of the stove was for 28 Thanksgiving turkeys, so there probably was a family.

The thought of what may have gone on in that house scares me.

It's for sale furnished. Look quickly. It may not be on the market long.

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Thursday evening The Man and I went to karaoke again. After the incredible year-end overtime he's had, he needed to relax. The usual crowd didn't seem to be there, so the rotation was short, he got to sing a lot, so he decided to play with it.

The first song he sang was Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car", and he sounded just like her. That one was for me. I love that song. His last song of the night (probably because it's hard on his throat) was Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World", and he sounded just like him! It was incredible to hear that voice coming out of him.

The Man is utterly amazing in a lot of ways.
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2219 Bits

Friday, January 16, 2009

From around the internet:

The UK Kennel Club has changed dog breed standards, moving away from characteristics that are not healthy for the animals, like schmushed noses that cause breathing problems, heavy skin folds, and so on. I wonder how many generations it will take for the progeny of today's champions to meet the new standards. (I'm also wondering what will happen to all last year's very expensive puppies. Talk about a bad investment!)

"SOME of the hottest results in the nascent field of social neuroscience, in which emotions and behavioral traits are linked to activity in a particular region of the brain, may be inflated and in some cases entirely spurious." Damn. And I'd been following that stuff with interest. Aren't there standards for research?

"They" are getting closer to a cloak of invisibility. Cool. Which reminds me - there have been several books about people being invisible, always men, by the way, and I (who has a problem with suspension of disbelief anyway) couldn't get into them, because hey, this is a guy who wakes up one morning and finds himself invisible, but it never occurs to him to head straight for the nearest undressing/sleeping females? And really, isn't that the first thing they'd think of?

A discussion of a lawsuit indirectly implicating (possibly) Trent Lott and others in an attempt to (possibly) bribe Mississippi Judge Bobby DeLaughter, led me to wonder how the judge's name is pronounced. My immediate choice was to rhyme with "daughter". "Laughter" feels wrong. I wish I knew. And why are laughter and daughter pronounced differently, anyway?

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The Man found this sign in the restroom of a tire store today, sent me photos from his cell phone. The sign scared me (don't even think about the waste basket).


By the way, I'm in love again.

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Found in this blog, early November, 2005:

"Sometimes you can't really know what someone is saying to you. You hear the words, but sometimes the words carry a meaning different from their dictionary definition. If you have no other basis for interpretation, you interpret from your own base. In an intimate relationship, the only way to fully understand the other person's messages, or lack thereof, is to understand their motivations, how their mind works.

If you don't understand that, you don't have an intimate relationship. You're just skimming along the surface."

It's still true.
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2218 Not Safe for Work Update

Friday, January 16, 2009

The video in the immediately preceding post is no longer there. I suspect they were getting too many hits, bandwidth overload. If you look quickly, you'll find it here.

...and if that one's gone, try searching for "durex get it on" in YouTube.com. Pick one of the 31-second ones.
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2217 NOT SAFE for work

... but funny. It's an ad campaign, but you'll probably never see it in the US.
http://superfad.com/player.php?project=251&item=566
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2216 Hearse and Tea

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Suzie the Aerio is now at the automotive spa getting an eyelash transplant. The rental place gave me a new black PT Cruiser. Nice interior, all kinds of fancy options, but it looks like a hearse!. There's something strange about the steering, too. Normally I handle the steering wheel very little, very steady. This thing feels like it needs constant correction. I felt like my tail was wagging all the way down the road.

I had a cup of tea in a mid-scale Italian family restaurant last night that pretty much freaked me out. I was with friends who were eating, but all I wanted was tea. It was one Lipton teabag in a mug (not even a real teacup) of not quite hot enough water, into which I added one packet of sweetner. No refills offered.

$1.95

Were they kidding me? And I'm supposed to tip, too?

I don't understand.
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2215 Tie Those Guys Down!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

I don't know about other states, but in NY if a workman is injured while working on your property, you can be sued, even if you didn't create the dangerous condition and are not at fault. As the lawyers' commercials say, "...entitled to more than just workmen's compensation." What they mean by that is "you". (Your homeowner's insurance, or personally if the insurance is inadequate.)

The contractor is required to provide all necessary safety equipment, but if he/she doesn't, or if it is provided but the worker chooses not to use it, then the property owner is liable, too.

So in NYS, I guess I'm supposed to know what the dangers are, what equipment is required, and watch the workers every minute to ensure they're using it? Isn't that asking more than is reasonable?
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2214 How to get out of jury duty

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

If you can't get your doctor to agree that you're sick, and you can't get your employer to swear that the safety of the nation depends on your presence, there's still one option available and (almost) completely under your control.

Stink.
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2213 Blogs That Bug Me

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Nah, I'm not gonna list them, but I'm sure everybody has a candidate or two. They're the blogs that are really good, interesting, informative, or funny - until the blogger gets a contract for stuff based on the blog. Then the content changes to constant flogging of the book (or calendar, or mugs, or lecture/signing tour, or whatever).

Boo. I feel so used and dropped. Sucked in and spit out....

Do they realize that the thousands of regular readers (based upon whom they got the contract) don't need to buy the book? We have read the blog!
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2212 Hungry Turkeys!

Monday, January 12, 2009

The turkeys are hungry. The storm about a week or ten days ago laid down an ice layer, and I guess they're having trouble scratching through it. I cleared snow from the driveway yesterday, and in a few places I went past the edge of the driveway and cut into the crust over the grass.

This is what I found this morning:

The turkeys have been digging for good stuff, probably wild cherry pits, maybe bugs. They've dug a pretty deep trench there.

This is my foot, and turkey tracks. Those aren't the largest tracks out there, just the most clear. Some of the tracks are almost as long as my foot. They're big birds.

I'll look for cracked corn next time I'm in the village, before they dig up more of the lawn..

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I had a long list of things that had to be done today, and got very little of it done. I spent over an hour on the phone with May, trying to convince her that our friend NJ is not dying, she simply doesn't want people to know where she is (especially May, but I didn't tell her that) and that the day May called the police to go to NJ's house and ensure that she was not dead on the floor, the police did NOT "break down the door". I was there, and I know what happened. May is only 2 years older than I, but she's morbid. She's waiting to die.

She's also heard of hearing, and phone conversations with her are painful. You have to repeat yourself a lot, and you'll be in the middle of an explanation and she'll interrupt and talk over you as if you were not speaking at all. Beyond the hearing problem, I don't think she really "hears" anything, anyway. Nothing gets through or past what's already in her mind. She also tells the same stories over and over. Aaaaagh! Sometimes when she calls and I'm not in a mood to deal with her, I just let the machine pick up. I don't have to call her back, because I don't think she remembers having called.

I feel very bad about all of that, because she is, at heart, a good person, and she's so very alone. I know that if I needed help, she would do everything she could. Almost all of "the group" has pretty much shut her out already, abandoned her. Someone will say "May called yesterday...", and you'll see or hear the eyerolls. In a group, sympathy is offered. Nobody ever calls her to see how she is. I hate the whole situation, but then, she'll call, and I let the machine pick up.

I am a bad person. Sometimes. I guess.

Then Daughter called. She was upset about something that had happened, and I was on with her for about an hour, talking her down off an emotional roof. I think she's ok now.

All I got done from the list was getting someone to look at the car windshield wipers. I took it to the guys I trust most. Yeah, they're screwed up, more than just a belt or gear slipping. It may be a "tweak" fix, or it may require a part, they'll know better after they open the box. I have an appointment to drop the car off there Wednesday. Enterprise will pick me up at the service place Wednesday morning, and I'll have a rental car for however long it takes.

I hate when things get complicated.
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2211 Awards

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The 2008 Darwin Awards are here. Enjoy.

Also, there's two days left to vote for your favorite blogs in the 2008 Weblog Awards polls. I've voted for a few of my favorites (Michael Totten in the Mideast and Africa category, and PostSecret in I forget which category, and Cake Wrecks in Food, for example). But better than voting is the opportunity to check out the nominees, which theroetically should be some of the best of the best.

In the category "Best Hidden Gem" (described as blogs no body much knows about) I found "Dizzying Intellect", which I've spent much of this evening enjoying.

If you want to find some good blogs, wander on over there to the awards link above. When you click on a category, it'll take you to the nominees list and voting page for that category. Links to the individual blogs are toward the bottom of that screen. (Unfortunately, you can't see which ones are highest scoring until after you vote, but so many thousand votes are out there already that a random vote won't hurt.)
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2210 Snow Sunday

Sunday, January 11, 2009

My car's windshield wipers are messed up. A few weeks ago, on a Saturday afternoon when I planned to drive to New Jersey in messy "winter mix" weather the next day, I accidentally tore the rubber when they were frozen down and I pulled them to release them from the ice. I had to go buy new wipers before the trip.

Since then when I know frozen stuff is coming, I raise the wipers so they're up in the air and won't get frozen down.

But, I'm short, and it's difficult for me to reach the passenger-side wiper. I think I may have twisted it one of these times trying to get it up or down. Now suddenly they aren't working. Sometimes one or the other doesn't go up at all, sometimes one goes halfway while the other goes all the way, and they ignore each other, work randomly, and crash into each other. Something inside is slipping or something. I hope the weather and the roads stay dry until I can get it fixed.

I cleared the driveway this afternoon from last night's storm. The snowthrower still isn't working right. It'll start, but I have to keep the choke almost full open or it stalls, and it doesn't have much power. It if tip it up even an inch or so to get the hood off the ground to turn it, it threatens to stall. And if it stalls away from the reach of the electric cord to restart it, I'd be in trouble, because I'm too short to pull the starter cord all the way, and it's too heavy for me to push it up the driveway myself.

I guess I'll have to have it checked out again, but I have to find a snow-free week, because I really don't want to be without it when it snows.

Yeah, Mother is unhappy today.
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2209 Warning!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Do not, under any circumstances watch this video!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oGFogwcx-E&feature=related
Memorize the URL, and no matter who sends it to you, don't watch it, especially if you have anything in your stomach.

It's the Microsoft ad for their new Songsmith application. It's real. The download for the sample application is at http://research.microsoft.com/en-us/um/redmond/projects/songsmith/. (Or you can just go to Microsoft.com and search their website for "songsmith".)

If I had any Microsoft stock, I'd sell it. They've lost their minds.
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