It’s time that I face facts. I’m 46. Grey. I’ve got a “dad bod”. I have more aches and pains accumulating. I also have a stable job, and a living environment with no roommates.
I’m a *gasp*…
I’m really not ready for this moniker yet. I don’t want to be old!! Mentally I feel like I’m 19. Chronologically? Not so much.
But sometimes membership does have its privileges.
Like on Friday when I was hit on by (and subsequently had sex with) a 23 year old regulation hottie.
And when I say “hottie” I mean this kid is a solid 9.
Handsome as fuck. Chestnut hair and beard. Stacked muscular torso with pecs for days! And as for *doen there*?
I will say the one drawback is that he fucked like a 23 year old- and I think we all have an idea of what this entails. But he definitely got extra credit for alacrity and effulgence!
And he texted me this weekend.
So, while I may not quite be ready for full daddy status, I will try my best to enjoy myself along the downhill slide.
So, it’s snowing today in Minnesota and you would think its the end of the world.
I mean, sure. We’ve had a mild winter and almost no snow so far this year. The weather folks are predicting a fairly heavy snow, and yeah– it’s gonna impact the evening commute. But they are closing schools here. People are leaving work early.
A storm named “Kayla” and 5-10 inches of snow??
Shit people– 5 years ago we had one of the snowiest winters in record and nearly EVERY snowfall was over a foot. Even the metronome collapsed, fer cryin’ in a bucket! And it was business as goddamn usual.
But for this snow storm , everyone is going bonkers.
I figure my drive home will be a breeze because (a) all-wheel drive and (b) everyone will have left early.
**UPDATE: they just cancelled chorus rehearsal tonight. Well- I guess I can just head home and have a relaxing evening instead.
It’s a big day. I hope we don’t get fucked!
This week (on Tuesday evening) I went under the needle again in order to add to my leg tattoo.
I like the results!
The original tattoo was the Hindu mantra text which spiraled around and down my leg.
But over time I decided that it was too spare a design. I wanted other spiritual designs incorporated — and something representing air (like clouds or smoke).
The mandala on the back of my calf was added last year. It hurt like a sonofabitch, btw. And it also left the front side looking very unbalanced.
So this week the front mandala was added with some light cloud outlines to border and contain the design.
This was MUCH less hurty and it’s healing nicely.
It’s all black ink (or grey) which is in keeping with the theme on the rest of my body. (The purple is left over from where he sketched on me). The two mandalas and the text also fall into my ikebana sensibilities (two elements, 3 heights, scalene triangle form).
And yes– this is shit I think about before marking my body.
The text really isn’t covered up or inked over, but rather overlays and incorporates into the mandalas. Yes, it makes the text harder to discern– but I know it’s there and what it says.
I am now satisfied with the balance on my leg; and I think it’s done. If I want to add some shading or something later, I can. But right now I want the skin to be the backdrop of the design.
And I need to live with it for awhile.
My table is in, and boy do I love it!
Now if I could just find five friends to invite over for a dinner party!
Or three for a card night.
Or one, where we could sit in the captain’s chairs and say things like “please pass the salt.”
BRRRR! *clap clap stomp* ITS COLD IN HERE!
There must be some vortex in the at. Mos. Phere.
It’s been pretty darn cold the past few days. Like, we finally cracked the 0 mark yesterday– but only for an hour before we went back down down down.
All this past weekend was downright frigid. And today it’s finally up to 8 above.
We survived this first Arctic blast and it’s already abating. Besides, the cold keeps out the riffraff.
Here’s my chance to exercise my inner bitch. I secretly love being all judgmental and catty, so….
Evidently her husband only had to tell her the one time.
Do you like dragons? Cuz Imma be dragon deez nails down your back later.
“WRONG HOLE, STAN!”
I just ate Honey Boo Boo.
Le Vian Diamonds introduces their latest line: chocolate grillz.
Cheryl’s turn-ons include: open carry laws, militias, and Walmart
Avast ye scurvy dogs and feast yer eyes on me plundered booty.
Cynthia always sports fivehead bangs– cuz fore just isn’t enough.
This is as close to being a mermaid as Gladys ever got… Other than the smell.
You have the right to remain sexy.
I believe Harley Davidson just issued a recall notice.
The love… It burns!
Eat your heart out, Chaka!
Why yes, I AM a Canadian figure skater– why do you ask?
What? It’s “steampunk”.
And now here is one for you to do! Submit your bitchy caption in the comments. And yes– I know we’re going to hell….