New pic of me and John.

Just wanted to post a new pic of the happy couple. We have gone through a lot since the last time I posted.... We are gonna make it, I know this for sure.

My step Grand-Monster

Well, it has been quite a while since my last post. I have no excuse other than I am lazy and really don't know what to post about a lot of the time.
I have had some interesting stuff going on the last couple of weeks though, so here ya go.
My father's step mother is an evil woman and I usually refer to her as my Step Grand-Monster. She has always been an evil woman. My grandfather on the other hand was about as sweet and nice as they come. No one has ever been able to figure out why they were ever married and why they were married for as long as they were. A few years ago my grandfather passed away. It turns out that they had lived in the same town as I for about 9 months without ever letting me know. As you can probably figure out I don't keep in much contact with that side of my family. Anyway, the only reason I even found out that they were living there is because my grandfather was dying and had asked for me while on his death bed. Luckily my father and half sister were there when this happened because my step grandmonster would have never done anything about it. They called me and filled me in on everything and so to my grandfathers side I went. It was very touching and quite satisfying to know that even during his last moments he still thought of me. A few days later he passed away and then that left my step grandmonster alone. I am the only person in the family who lives in that town. I assume out of guilt or loneliness she made attempts at getting close to me. I, out of feeling sorry for her, made attempts to see her. Every time I called to get her to do something or go somewhere she always had other plans. Finally, after being told "no" too many times, I gave up. About once a month I would make my requisite call to her but she never had time for anything. She would then tell my father how I never called and never came to see her. This would always cause problems because my father would then call me and question me about why I never did anything for or with her. Thankfully I was not the only one she was doing this to so he finally figured out I was not lying. Not like I really cared if he knew or not, but I don't like being portrayed as something I am not. I don't like it when people paint me to be some uncaring bitch or bastard when it is they who are the bitch and/or bastard. ( let me clear up how evil she is/was...... she abandoned her children when they were little and waited almost 30 years to have anything to do with them. She kicked my father out of the house when he was 16. When I was young my parents dropped me off at their, my grandfather and step grandmonster, house and she got mad and left the house and would not return until they came back and picked me up. My grandfather had to sneak me birthday and christmas money because she would get mad if she knew he had done so. Once she did make contact with her kids again she loaned her daughter money to buy a house and a business. When they had 1 payment left to pay off the business my grandmonster forclosed on the house and business (she had them tied together in the loan) because she got in a fight with her daughters husband. I could go on and on and on but I will leave you with these examples)
Well, a week ago she, my step grandmonster, fell down and hit her head and was knocked out. While she was out she had a few strokes. She was not found until the next day by her cleaning lady. She was not supposed to make it through the night. My dad called me and let me know.
John, my partner, and I went to see her the next day and she was suprisingly doing better. She was awake and could talk. She just did not understand why she was there.
This event caused family to come out of the woodwork and also brought out all the secrets she had been keeping since my grandfather passed.
Turns out she had been seeing a younger man. She is 78 and he is 42. Turns out that she had been seeing his brother first but then found out that he was sneaking around behind her back so she dumped him. He is 36. Also turns out that she was going to buy the new bf his own restaraunt as he is a chef. Unfortunately he got sent to prison for something to do with drugs.
She was also going to marry him and the whole time that he has been in prison she has been paying all his legal fees trying to get him out. She had also found out how to marry someone by proxy since her cleaning lady had done the same thing and married someone while they were in prison. Now this next part does not bother me but it has torn up the rest of the family. Keep in mind that I live in Texas and for the most part that whole family is your typical southern family and have typical southern beliefs. I even fear that some, maybe most, of them are southern baptist. Knowing all this makes more sense as to why they are torn up over this next bit of information. Turns out the two brothers, while not only being much younger than her, are also black. ( and quite hot and hunky as I saw the first one when he came to the hospital to see her)
They are also very, very poor. It is really this last part that has me upset about the situation. I don't care of they are younger or black, I just care that it is obvious that they are after her money. It has become obvious that the whole Brown family (their last name) is after her money because they have been trying to get her married to the brother in prison before she dies. It is also obvious that my whole family is also after her money. But, they are her family and the Browns are not. We had to hire a security guard to sit outside her room to keep the many attempts at getting her to sign paperwork which would enable them to get her married from being successful.
I don't really care if I get anything from her or not, but I will be damned if I am going to let some poor nasty ass trashy family get in there and take what is not theirs. I may not like her much but I will not let her be taken advantage of in that way. I cannot prevent my family from taking advantage of her, but kind of in a way she owes it to them. These are the ones she left behind so many years ago and has treated like shit ever since she reunited with them. These are also the ones that she treated like shit while they were still in her life all these years. The only person she was ever nice to is now dead and gone.
Being that my father lives about 90 miles away he has been having to stay at our house while all this is going on. My father is kind of a flake and very much a pain in the ass so this has been emotionally draining on me factored in with everything else going on. Luckily they are going to be moving my step grandmonster to a nursing home close to her sister soon. The hospital has said there is nothing more they can do for her and that she will never recover from this. In fact, they have given her less than 60 days to live. This is lucky because my father will get to go home and I will not have to be bothered by him again until she passes away. After that it will be probably around a year or so before I speak to him or see him again. That is just the way it works and I like it just fine. My whole relationship with my father is a whole other story and I will share that one day in a different post.
So, that is what has been going on so far. I will, if in the mood and have the energy, post an update once the old bag has passed on or has decided she is going to drag this on for years and years. I can see her dragging on just to piss everyone else off. Sure this all sound mean, but if you knew her you would know that I am actually being nice.
Later...................................

Very nice shot. Very nice ass.  

With a face like that do you really need to see the body? 

The middle ass really does it for me. Not to take anything away from the other two, but that middle ass is a work of art. 

Holy crap he is hot. Wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with him. That would be "just fine". 

Ahhhh, the horror of it all..................

OK, call me sick, call me twisted or call me whatever you want.
Not only am I very excited about this movie coming out today, but the guy in this poster, from what I can see of him, is damn HOT! Now I do understand that he is holding a chainsaw protruding from his groin as if it is his "junk". That I do not find hot. I also know that he most likely has the intentions of using that chainsaw in ways that would not make my " junk" jump to attention.
However, I am an arm man and his arms look fierce. I also have a thing for leather and the leather mask that he is wearing really does it for me. So if you can look past the menacing parts of him you can probably see what I am talking about.
He also looks as if he would be the strong silent type. Now, if he wanted to punish me in ways that would not end my life, make me scream in pain, horror or fear and make me lose any amounts of blood, I would be up for it. We would just have to find a different type of toy for him to use that did not require gasoline and have to be sharpened after being used.
Now more on the movie. If this movie turns out to be anything like Eli's prior movie, "Cabin Fever", then I am going to be one giddy screaming bitch. Horror/Thriller/Scary movies are my favorite and when one comes around that can actually scare me and make me want to leave the theater (or turn off the DVD) then I am in heaven. That rarely happens, but when it does, I am just beside myself in pure bliss and pleasure. I don't know why it is that I love these types of movies. As a child I was always mortified after watching anything remotely scary. I would have to sleep at the foot of my parents bed for weeks after watching something like that.
My mother took me to see "Orca, The Killer Whale" after much begging and pleading from me. I wanted to see the whale. It was a movie about animals and I was a freak over movies like that back then. Benji was one of my favorite franchises. So come on, a movie about a big cool looking whale had to be right up my alley. Once that whale jumped up and bit off Bo Dereks leg it was over for me. My mother had to rush me out of the theater and for months after that my parents would wake to find me on the floor at the foot of their bed sleeping.
Our maid, Felisa, either before or after Orca, took me to see "Sasquatch". It was a Disney movie. It was rated G. It was a movie made for kids. I don't think there is any movie from my childhood that has caused me more trauma and sleepless nights than this movie. It was also this experience that made me realize that Felisa hated me. I did not ask to see this movie. I don't think I even knew that this movie existed until she took me to see it. During the movie I screamed and cried more than I ever have in my life. The entire time Felisa just sat there and laughed. I begged her to leave and yet she made me sit there and watch it. When I would go to hide or sit on the floor she would force me back in my seat and direct my eyes to the screen. The more terrified I got the more she seemed to enjoy it. It was this movie, this Disney G rated kiddy movie that then ruined my summer trips to my grandparents house for many years to come. My grandparents (my mothers parents) lived in the piney woods of east Texas and I was now convinced that sasquatchs existed and they all lived in the vicinity of my grandparents house. I was convinced that at any given moment in the night they were going to come for me and take me away. Even in to my adulthood I still had lingering fears of those woods (actually it was more like a forrest). About a year after this traumatic event I got my version of revenge on her, even though I was not directly involved in what happened. It seems that my father was giving Felisa some bonuses on top of the pay and board that they were giving her. They were bonuses that my mother was not aware of and would never have approved of. One day my mother came home to find my father giving her one of these bonuses and the next day Felisa was being deported. It seems that Felisa was not a citizen and had no green card so with one phone call she was forever gone from my life. I couldn't have been happier to have her gone. Not only did she torture me with that movie but she was always getting me in trouble. It was not till many years later that I found out what had actually happened but I still counted this as my own personal revenge on her.
Sometime after this I was visiting my grandparents. I wanted to see the new Star Trek movie that was out. My grandparents took me to see it. This was also the same time that they started advertising the movie "The Shining". The first preview they showed was the teaser for "The Shining". It was a simple teaser which only showed the elevator doors while an announcer talked about the movie, saying shit like "from famed author Stephen King comes a movie of unimaginable horror"... blah blah blah. I don't remember what was said I just remember the camera being focused on the elevator doors and nothing else. Then it happened. The guy was done talking and the doors opened up and tons of blood came rushing out. Hundreds and hundreds of gallons of blood spilled forth. That is all it took. Some elevator doors and hundreds of gallons of blood and I was a goner. That image haunted me for months to come. I don't think I slept a single wink the remainder of my stay at my grandparents house. Not only did I have to worry about the sasquatchs coming to get me I now had this vision of horror that would not leave my head. I can still think of that and get a feeling of dread. I bought the DVD of "The Shining" a few years ago and they had that as an extra. I watched it and all the feelings came rushing back. I was no longer scared of it or anything like that, but it brought back the memories of what it did to me back then.
I only mention all of this to point out the irony of how I now love horror/scary movies. I don't know when it happened or what caused it to happen, but eventually I found that I was in search of movies that I feared as a young kid. The more they scared me, the more I loved them.
When I was about 15 or so my father introduced me to the movie "Black Christmas". To this day that is probably my favorite scary movie of all time. If you have never seen this movie and you love scary movies I highly urge you to rent this jewel. It is an older movie from the seventies, but it is one that still stands up against all others. It is also what most people call the granddaddy of movies like "Halloween", "Friday the 13th" and all other movies like that.
OK, so now that I have rambled on and on, I hope I have made some sort of point and sense. The point being that I love horror movies and cannot wait to see "Hostel". I hope that it brings out the feelings that I once used to run from. I hope it makes me want to run out of the theater screaming. I hope it makes me have to sleep with the lights on and double check the doors at night to make sure that a Sasquatch cannot come in and get me.
There also seems to be a similar deal with roller coasters but that is another post for another day.

A new year, a new post.

Well, let me first say that I don't really know who I am writing this for other than my other half. I don't know if anyone ever comes across this blog or not. And if they do, I don't know if they bother to read it. But, since I am optimistic, I am going to write this as if I have thousands of readers each day.
First off, the pics of the fabulous lights that adorned our house, I am still waiting on honey to send them to me so I can post them here for all of you thousands to view and rejoice at the beauty. OK, so, until I get them posted, do not bitch.
Second, New Years eve and how we spent it. To even give the long story of our New Years Eve would still be brief so here's all of it. Once we finally got motivated I got our friend Kata to come over. Over she came with food in hand. We ate and then played games. I think we might have watched a movie, but I don't really remember. During one of the games I looked up at the clock and noticed that it was 12:04. Hmmmph. I announced this to the group, the two of them, and my honey and I kissed and then Kata and I exchanged pecks on the cheek. That was it. Shortly after that she had to leave so she could get some sleep before her little paper route.
There you have it, our exciting New Years Eve extravaganza. It really was not as bad as I make it sound as I am not really up to the partying anymore. I just cannot garner the energy to head out to a club and stand around people that I don't really care for and act all smiley and shit. I can do that at home. Just kidding honey.
So that is how the 2006 started and it has been going fine since. I hope that is a sign for the new year that everything is going to be fine. Nothing out of this world, nothing too devastating, just fine. I can handle "just fine", in fact, most of the time I prefer "just fine" over anything else. At least with "just fine" it is just that, just fine.
Now I leave you with a pic of one of our babies. That is Chico at the top. He was the youngest of the brood but that all changed a couple of days after Christmas when honey came home with our new baby, Scarlet.
Along with the promise of putting up pics of the lights I will make the same claim about a pic of scarlet. She is still so young and I am not sure that we are ready to expose her to society yet, but when we are, you all will be the first to see her.
Happy New Year to you all. All the thousands or just the one. Whatever, it is just fine.

Straight boys in heat.

I just love the way he is looking at him. It is sooo damn hot.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to the few who might come across this tiny little blog. I hope everyone has a great Christmas and a super New Year. Since I made such a big fuss about putting up lights on my house I will get some pics and post them, provided they come out well. I will have the better half take them since he does a better job of stuff like that.

Well, this christmas should be interesting as we are having it at our house for the first time. I don't know what came over me earlier this year when the subject of christmas came up, but it just poured out of my mouth like vocal vomit. (sorry for that mental image) I just figured that we had been in our house for about 5 years now and had yet to have any major event there. Also, John and I are the only ones who bother to put up a tree and decorate the house and all that good stuff. My grandparents put up a tree, but it is one of those ceramic deals and I don't really count that as a Christmas tree. It is a Christmas decoration, but it is just not the same to gather around a 12" tall ceramic tree and celebrate Christmas. Plus, we have such a large extended family now since we have the two families together (my grandmother becomes almost unbearable with large groups in her house) that it just makes more sense to have them all join at our house. That way when my grandmother gets in her mood I can remind her that she is no longer on her turf and she does not call the shots. I know that sounds kind of rude and mean, but if you knew her you would understand completely. Luckily we still have Johns mom living with us and she is a wonderful cook and really gets into cooking all that stuff, so we will not have to worry about all that. With the three of us we are going to pull off a great dinner. We were even lucky enough to get the last Turducken. For those of you who thought I just spoke some foreign language there, a Turducken is a boneless turkey stuffed with a boneless duck which is then stuffed with a bonelss chicken and then stuffed with some excellent stuffing. It started somewhere in Louisiana and my Aunt and Uncle from New Orleans would always have one or bring one with them. Well they finally made it across the state line into Texas and you can buy them at H.E.B. or Wal-Mart. They don't have many of them so to get one is a great feat indeed. For those who have no idea what H.E.B. is, it is a large Southern/Central Texas grocery chain. Almost the only grocery chain there is around here anymore. Every time one opens up in a town/city all the other grocery stores close down. They only competition they have now days is from all the super Wal-Mart's that open up. The super Wal-Mart's are another story all their own. We have two that are only three miles apart from each other out of the 5 or so that are in our area.

OK, so after everything is said and done, hopefully there will be some pretty interesting things to write about. As soon as I have time and get my thoughts together I will post some of the better things or all of them, just depends on how interesting things get and how evil my grandmother gets.

So, once again just want to say have a Merry Christmas. Hope that Santa is good to you and you get everything on your list. Don't drink too much egg nog and take care if you are having to travel out of town for the holidays.

Very hot pic. 

Yummy!!! Rusty Joiner is soooooooooooo hot. 

water, does a body good................. 

Makes me wanna be a horse. 

Christmas mood

So, christmas is almost here and I am still trying to find the mood. Used to be when November arrived I could not wait for it to be over so I could drag all the lights and the tree out and then go crazy. This year, Thanksgiving came and went and I just sat around dreading having to get out all the decorations. I don't know what it is about this year. Halloween came and I was not in the mood. Thanksgiving came and I was not in the mood. Christmas is almost here and I have yet to put up a single light. The only reason that I will put up any decorations this year is because I have a competitive spirit and I will be damned if I am going to let the neighbors outdo me. I must put up christmas lights so that they will know how must be done. I am no Griswald by any means, but I am very particular about how christmas lights should look. I think there is a tasteful way to do it and there is a trashy way to do it. I, being biased of course, believe that I do it in a tasteful and classy way. My neighbors, however, do it in a trashy way. It is up to me to be the leader and make them feel like the white trash that they are. They need to be schooled in the art of christmas decorations. Hmmm, now after re-reading what I just wrote, I wonder if it is the christmas spirit that I have ever had and not just some enormous drive to be the best. Ha, the best at putting up christmas lights. Is there such a thing? Well, just drive by my house and look at the rest of the neighborhood then rest your adoring eyes on my tastefully lit house and you will know there is such a thing.

Damn, he is too hot for words. 

Still getting a feel for this

I am still not sure what it is I want to do with this. I have many blogs that I like to read daily and I am still searching for ideas. Until I know what it is I want to do and how to do it, I will post pics as regularly as possible and some text posts from time to time to keep you up to date on what the hell is going on with me (just in case you care). One thing I would like to do is link to other blogs that I read. I am going to try and figure this out first, but if anyone would like to help me and give me some hints, please feel free, I will be more than glad to hear from you.
Peace and love to ya.

Poor Laura. Poor, poor, poor Laura. I would feel sorry for her if I could stop laughing my ass off.  

If only I had been this smart as a little girl. HA HA HA I love this. 

If I remember correctly, I took this from Alex over at The Great Cock Hunt. I love that blog and cannot get enough of it. If you have never seen his blog before, you really need to check it out. It will have you horny and ready to go in no time. 

Speaks for itself 

Just in case you care, this is a pic of me and my honey taken in New Orleans before all the drama and horror. This is at the museum that sits to the left of the cathedral in Jackson square. 

I am also a supporter of our military. God knows I would give him the support he needed in any form that he needed it. 

Don't you just love a hot cowboy. I know I do. Yummy!!! Save a horse, ride a cowboy!!!! Yee Haw!!!! 

I just love Absolut and their ads. This hits the mark and is humorous at the same time. 

Me on right with a friend 

Me with Deborah Gibson