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elfsSo J and I go out the all-men's party at the Wetspot Friday night.
We (well, I; it's definitely not J's kink, but he took it the way an athropologist might) enjoyed the fisting demonstration before the actual party, although I have to admit that I was humbled by the stunt bottom. This guy was taking hand and arm halfway to the elbow and I was wondering where the Hell someone came up with that much room. It's one thing to see that kind of depth on a video screen; it's another to see it in public. And it doesn't hurt that the bottom was a handsome specimen, even if the top was, well, never mind. Readers of Doc Savage will remember Monk. I was surprised that in all of the discussion of Crisco nobody mentioned my favorite tricks: vitamin-E oil, three capsules per cup of Crisco. And putting silicone lube inside your glove to enhance sensation.
The party itself was curiously sedate. No, let's rephrase: nothing was happening. J and I finally took out a pair of Nerf® bats and started wailing on each other combatively. Got a couple of nice bruises from it. He's so much faster than I am that it was only a contest because he was operating on three hours of sleep. We left only two hours after the party began because, well, nothing else was going to happen for a while.
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fallenpegasus came over and ended up staying so late that he crashed on the couch. His coming over reminds me of this article because I get the feeling that he and I would both be nodding and going "Mmm-hmm. Yep. Yep." It's called "Caring for your Introvert." [sic after suggestion by fallenpegasus.]
I made pancakes in the morning... real ones, with butter and milk and eggs (whipthe whites for fluff!) and more melted butter and warmed dark amber maple syrup. That and a cup of Torrefazione Palermo coffee and I was ready to take on the day.
Which was good becauseomahas was going to be spending the day at... I'm loathe to call something that doesn't bring income "work," but they're not willing to call it a failed startup... yet.
I stayed with the kids, made bread, broke up screaming matches between the two of them. Poor Yamaarashi-chan took the brunt of Kouryou-chan's grumpiness. The little one has a head sniffle and every little tragedy was worthy of an operatic libretto in scream-sharp. Yamaarashi-chan tried so hard to make nice, and did such a wonderful job of it, but still, Kouryou-chan was a pain.
The kids were better in the evening. We stunned them with a Pooh video and a lot of good food... One thing they'll always eat is paella or risotto, so Omaha made a lovely paella with shrimp.
Sunday, we did yard work. Raked up all of the wood chips in the back yard that were left over from the yard cleaning way back in fall. It was on a tarp all winter and is nicely composted and chipped now, which will make great weed control over the vegetable garden bed. I can't wait to have some fresh basil planted. And it looks like the rosemary plant survived the winter in good shape. Looking forward to summer lunches of garden tomatoes, basil, balsamic vinegar, and mozerrella sandwiches on home-made foccacia.
Goddess, I am becoming such a foodie. And I'm glad Omaha and I agreed that we would have family meals as often as possible-- which means eating real food cooked at home, at the family dining table, and breakfast, lunch, and dinner when we can. Rarely, we'll make dinner and eat while we watch a movie together-- the kids know what a pizza night means. The more I read about the consequences of doing otherwise, I'm sure we made the right decision.
Anyway, we also took the back gate off the fence and rehung it and inch higher. The wood is old and the gate sagged terribly such that it dragged on the ground-- which didn't help matters by sloping up towards the foundation. Now we can open it, although Omaha had to spend a while with the saw to cut off a new gap in the doorstop so it would close properly.
I also took out a garden weasel (it's sad when former S&M toys get "repurposed" for their marketed use) and aerated all of the soil under the tarp. I'll have to do that again soon and then reseed. The back yard is such a mess and I refuse to let it become a horrible jungle. I have kids now. Never know what kinds of snakes and such might show up in there. We already have enough trouble with that freakin' gopher.
And then I took a nap. Kouryou-chan passed out next to me and we got in two whole hours. Maybe I've simply become a Gentleman Of A Certain Age, and naps are a requisite to being able to enjoy the simpler things in life.
We (well, I; it's definitely not J's kink, but he took it the way an athropologist might) enjoyed the fisting demonstration before the actual party, although I have to admit that I was humbled by the stunt bottom. This guy was taking hand and arm halfway to the elbow and I was wondering where the Hell someone came up with that much room. It's one thing to see that kind of depth on a video screen; it's another to see it in public. And it doesn't hurt that the bottom was a handsome specimen, even if the top was, well, never mind. Readers of Doc Savage will remember Monk. I was surprised that in all of the discussion of Crisco nobody mentioned my favorite tricks: vitamin-E oil, three capsules per cup of Crisco. And putting silicone lube inside your glove to enhance sensation.
The party itself was curiously sedate. No, let's rephrase: nothing was happening. J and I finally took out a pair of Nerf® bats and started wailing on each other combatively. Got a couple of nice bruises from it. He's so much faster than I am that it was only a contest because he was operating on three hours of sleep. We left only two hours after the party began because, well, nothing else was going to happen for a while.
fallenpegasus came over and ended up staying so late that he crashed on the couch. His coming over reminds me of this article because I get the feeling that he and I would both be nodding and going "Mmm-hmm. Yep. Yep." It's called "Caring for your Introvert." [sic after suggestion by fallenpegasus.]I made pancakes in the morning... real ones, with butter and milk and eggs (whipthe whites for fluff!) and more melted butter and warmed dark amber maple syrup. That and a cup of Torrefazione Palermo coffee and I was ready to take on the day.
Which was good because
omahas was going to be spending the day at... I'm loathe to call something that doesn't bring income "work," but they're not willing to call it a failed startup... yet.I stayed with the kids, made bread, broke up screaming matches between the two of them. Poor Yamaarashi-chan took the brunt of Kouryou-chan's grumpiness. The little one has a head sniffle and every little tragedy was worthy of an operatic libretto in scream-sharp. Yamaarashi-chan tried so hard to make nice, and did such a wonderful job of it, but still, Kouryou-chan was a pain.
The kids were better in the evening. We stunned them with a Pooh video and a lot of good food... One thing they'll always eat is paella or risotto, so Omaha made a lovely paella with shrimp.
Sunday, we did yard work. Raked up all of the wood chips in the back yard that were left over from the yard cleaning way back in fall. It was on a tarp all winter and is nicely composted and chipped now, which will make great weed control over the vegetable garden bed. I can't wait to have some fresh basil planted. And it looks like the rosemary plant survived the winter in good shape. Looking forward to summer lunches of garden tomatoes, basil, balsamic vinegar, and mozerrella sandwiches on home-made foccacia.
Goddess, I am becoming such a foodie. And I'm glad Omaha and I agreed that we would have family meals as often as possible-- which means eating real food cooked at home, at the family dining table, and breakfast, lunch, and dinner when we can. Rarely, we'll make dinner and eat while we watch a movie together-- the kids know what a pizza night means. The more I read about the consequences of doing otherwise, I'm sure we made the right decision.
Anyway, we also took the back gate off the fence and rehung it and inch higher. The wood is old and the gate sagged terribly such that it dragged on the ground-- which didn't help matters by sloping up towards the foundation. Now we can open it, although Omaha had to spend a while with the saw to cut off a new gap in the doorstop so it would close properly.
I also took out a garden weasel (it's sad when former S&M toys get "repurposed" for their marketed use) and aerated all of the soil under the tarp. I'll have to do that again soon and then reseed. The back yard is such a mess and I refuse to let it become a horrible jungle. I have kids now. Never know what kinds of snakes and such might show up in there. We already have enough trouble with that freakin' gopher.
And then I took a nap. Kouryou-chan passed out next to me and we got in two whole hours. Maybe I've simply become a Gentleman Of A Certain Age, and naps are a requisite to being able to enjoy the simpler things in life.
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