<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019</id><updated>2011-11-18T18:32:11.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1794137239439484975</id><published>2011-11-18T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:01:01.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fill in's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know I have become very BORING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As you can see _&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have not posted any pics lately&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. _&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; ____ soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to buy _&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;new undies&lt;/span&gt; ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. _&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this blog is a&lt;/span&gt; _ gift(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's up with _&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the fact I don't wanta be naughty out here&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They can give me an O.......____&lt;/span&gt; fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;having an evening at home ALONE!_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;headed to a craft fair&lt;/span&gt;___, tomorrow my plans include _&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;spending money&lt;/span&gt;__ and Sunday, I want to _&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt;____!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1794137239439484975?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1794137239439484975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1794137239439484975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1794137239439484975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1794137239439484975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-fill-ins_18.html' title='Friday fill in&apos;s'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2351390637212080489</id><published>2011-11-11T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:07:53.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fill ins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="3129173987194457674"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-fill-ins.html"&gt;Friday Fill-Ins!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Turkey is _&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a great part of a Thanksgiving meal&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;2. _&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love my Pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;____ pie.&lt;br /&gt;3. On and on and on we go _&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bitching about my job sadly I have lost my followers because of this&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;4. The last time I saw _&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;him was over a year ago, but boy it was great sex&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you believe _&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had sex with someone I met on here, in blog world twice!&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;6. I need a _&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a big O or two or three&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm looking forward to having a drink with an old friend&lt;/span&gt;_____, tomorrow my plans include _&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Going to a @ home America party&lt;/span&gt;____ and Sunday, I want to _&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sleep all day or hubs will be in the woods I might play&lt;/span&gt;____!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2351390637212080489?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2351390637212080489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2351390637212080489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2351390637212080489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2351390637212080489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-fill-ins.html' title='Friday fill ins'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-3164163318238997110</id><published>2011-11-08T08:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:52:26.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in a nut shell-An email from a long time lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This email was over the course of a week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIM:&lt;/span&gt; Good morning beautiful, I haven't heard from you in a few days. I'm guessing you're busy, as I am. Just wanted to touch base. (and your big beautiful tits!)I hope you're well.XOXOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Hi yes been crazy busy. I like it makes time fly. But exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIM: &lt;/span&gt;I'm doing well. I was beginning to think you where upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten a pic in quite a while. I miss them :-(. And you :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ME: &lt;/span&gt;Sorry work has been really busy. Home life has changed. I spent 3 hours cleaning on Saturday as Hubs said twice last week the house was a mess. (later he tells me just the mail sitting on the counter bugged him) Never said a word about how good the house looked when he got home.&lt;br /&gt;I took a bath last night after he came in the house he was in his work shop cleaning all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;He sat with me while i bathed i hinted I still had NOT started my monthly. Stand naked and dried off. He never TOUCHED me once.&lt;br /&gt;What to hell is wrong with me, him, us?&lt;br /&gt;Damn it's starting to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIM:&lt;/span&gt; I can see nothing at all wrong with you. (of course it's been a while since I've seen you)&lt;br /&gt;So I'm guessing he has some issue. Let me say that as I've gotten older, I've gotten less interested in sex. I don't even beat off as much as I use to. I'm not defending him. I'm only saying that it sounds like he cares deeply for you. But not so much for sex!! I do know that if I where to sit and watch you in the bath. I'd be stroking myself. Teasing you. And enjoying the view.&lt;br /&gt;Then after, I'd carefully and slowly dry you off and lead you to the bedroom. Where I'd spend at least an hour bringing you from one level of pleasure to the next. But that's me ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; I sometimes tell myself sex means nothing....but other times I NEED it! Damn I have options I have toys....I have men who want me....I just don't wanta play around anymore. With you yes! With the rest not really....Sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had last night from one who tells me he loves me. He just had a baby with his girl friend I tell myself NO! It's wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an email from one this am who knows I have a weekly meeting every Tuesday after work he wants to catch some head before my meeting......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHHHHH I don't know what to do anymore?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-3164163318238997110?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/3164163318238997110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=3164163318238997110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3164163318238997110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3164163318238997110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-life-in-nut-shell-email-from-long.html' title='My life in a nut shell-An email from a long time lover'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8437147691055112254</id><published>2011-11-04T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:54:19.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fills</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In November, I most look forward to _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanksgivng and family gathering&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;____...phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's right there, in the _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;panties&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reading w/a glass of wine gives me&lt;/span&gt;____ peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Water &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;48oz a day&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Helps flush ya out&lt;/span&gt;!____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll take someones eye out with that!_&lt;/span&gt;is what my grandmother used to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my glass of wine and book&lt;/span&gt;____,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow my plans include _________&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to bake and apple pie and go to dinner with my very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good friends&lt;/span&gt;_____ and Sunday, I want to _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE TO go to church with mom and maybe catcha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nap in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;____!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8437147691055112254?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8437147691055112254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8437147691055112254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8437147691055112254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8437147691055112254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-fills.html' title='Friday fills'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2071644978245707089</id><published>2011-11-02T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:10:50.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh ok.....</title><content type='html'>.....Thanks to Hubman I feel better and he doesn't even know he's the reason. I just went and checked out his blog and found some very sexy hot pics. Love checking him out. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Hubman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2071644978245707089?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2071644978245707089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2071644978245707089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2071644978245707089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2071644978245707089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-ok.html' title='Oh ok.....'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1682717346099130746</id><published>2011-11-02T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:03:07.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup! I'm gonna BITCH!</title><content type='html'>Seems I'm the only one who can cover another office (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;toolcrib&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;She is going to lunch at 12pm (my day to cover her lunch)&lt;br /&gt;Then at 2pm she is going to go give blood. So again I have to cover her.&lt;br /&gt;After a number of emails back and forth each one I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CC'ed&lt;/span&gt; my boss as last time she came out and screamed at me in front of the whole office.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;toolcrib&lt;/span&gt; lady told my boss I was too busy to cover her!??!!?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;??? So this time I made sure she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cc'ed&lt;/span&gt;....Get this MY BOSS emails me and tells me she is only seeing my email.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I can see all of it, she emails back and says "Oh guess I should have scrolled down"....DUH? This my friends (the few who read my grips) is my boss who makes twice what I make!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1682717346099130746?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1682717346099130746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1682717346099130746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1682717346099130746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1682717346099130746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/11/yup-im-gonna-bitch.html' title='Yup! I&apos;m gonna BITCH!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2727625849744055365</id><published>2011-10-25T09:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:10:16.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>now for some mathematical humor.....</title><content type='html'>I'm sure most of you have seen this but just a fun tidbit for people like me whom are feeling pissy about their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THE BEST MOTIVATIONAL MATH-ENGLISH-NUMEROLOGY EXAMPLES EVER!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mathematics:*&lt;br /&gt;*This comes from 2 math teachers with a combined total of 70 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;experience.&lt;br /&gt;It has an indisputable mathematical logic. * *It also made me Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;This is a strictly ..... mathematical viewpoint.. and it goes like this:**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Makes **100%**?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to give **MORE** than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about achieving 103%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes up 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these&lt;br /&gt;questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then: **&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K** **&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = **98%**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E **&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = **96% **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ,**&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E **&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = **100% **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,** **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T **&lt;br /&gt;2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = **103%** **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, look how far **ass kissing** will take you. **&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G **&lt;br /&gt;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = **118%** **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty, that while **Hard work** *&lt;br /&gt;*and**Knowledge** will get you close, and**Attitude** **will get you there.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*Its the** **Bullshit** **and** **Ass Kissing** that will put you over the&lt;br /&gt;top.*&lt;br /&gt;*Now you know why some people are where they are!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2727625849744055365?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2727625849744055365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2727625849744055365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2727625849744055365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2727625849744055365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/10/now-for-some-mathematical-humor.html' title='now for some mathematical humor.....'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6740990459474970419</id><published>2011-10-24T14:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:32:17.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yet another day at a job I paste on a smile and come to.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a break. I need to travel and check out the world.&lt;br /&gt;Or just a day or two. To run off some where and sit and read or shop.&lt;br /&gt;Camping season is over so that escape is no longer.&lt;br /&gt;Poor me feeling sorry for myself. Hopefully I will get out of this slump soon.&lt;br /&gt;Cause until I do I'm not gonna be much fun to read.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I decide to come out here and start writing dirty stories.&lt;br /&gt;Some may be true some maybe made up fantasies&lt;br /&gt;til next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6740990459474970419?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6740990459474970419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6740990459474970419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6740990459474970419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6740990459474970419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!!!!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2028143851276253620</id><published>2011-10-21T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:04:01.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fills</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;1. Old me would __&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;go nuts out here&lt;/span&gt;___; new me would _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is going to try to be good&lt;/span&gt;____.&lt;br /&gt;2. _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time to start&lt;/span&gt;____ taking responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;3. So...in a way _things are good____.&lt;br /&gt;4. _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who cares&lt;/span&gt;____ right?&lt;br /&gt;5. The big difference __&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is this new office&lt;/span&gt; ___.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; not at work&lt;/span&gt;_____ makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bacon chicken ranch pizza&lt;/span&gt;____, tomorrow my plans include _&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;going to the mall with my daughter&lt;/span&gt;____ and Sunday, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to go go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; to Keene, eat at Olive garden for lunch and go to Sears to buy tights._10 years with hubs this last Thursday this will be our date&lt;/span&gt;____!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty exciting huh? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2028143851276253620?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2028143851276253620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2028143851276253620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2028143851276253620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2028143851276253620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/10/and.html' title='Friday fills'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-7555762138240688191</id><published>2011-10-21T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:54:40.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided to come back....</title><content type='html'>Not sure how long I will stay and I'm sure what I have to say will bore you....&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I have been in my office for almost two years. I HATE it.&lt;br /&gt;So rather then open my mouth and say anything to the back stabbing bitches I work with I will start writing it out here...&lt;br /&gt;I will try and play along with the fun the TGIF's and such if they are still out here....&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.....&lt;br /&gt;OXOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-7555762138240688191?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/7555762138240688191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=7555762138240688191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7555762138240688191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7555762138240688191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-decided-to-come-back.html' title='I decided to come back....'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1842599402265603639</id><published>2010-09-17T10:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:51:11.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can not wait for this week to be over.&lt;br /&gt;I have already asked for Wednesday of next week off!&lt;br /&gt;May meet a blogger friend for lunch,....We'll see if it works out.&lt;br /&gt;I worked extra days at the part time job 20 hrs there and a little OT here.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks running a 3 man office alone.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is they knew we were going to short so they trained the temp who has been here a 4 weeks-for 1 1/2 hrs&lt;br /&gt;They trained one of other girls on the same thing BUT shes one of the ones out! HELPFUL!&lt;br /&gt;We got a thank you email today to doing the work of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bar with a bunch of people from work on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Not a real good idea to drink with no food on my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;The second barwe went to I got hit on my a 22yr old. WOW!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;He was rubbing his hand up and down my back!&lt;br /&gt;I have a 22yrold girl and boy yes twins.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice but NO.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;I'm working Sat at second and I plan to SLEEP all day Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1842599402265603639?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1842599402265603639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1842599402265603639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1842599402265603639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1842599402265603639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-648907976714306289</id><published>2010-09-08T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:33:13.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much happening</title><content type='html'>I made an ass out of myself at my PT job on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Being the good little worker,,,,this guy keeps walking by the deli. Italian I assume, dark curly hair. He keeps making eye contact with me and giving me a smile. I figured out he must work here as he has walked by at different times and no one would shop that long.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the last time I see him walk by and give me a good ole smile. I sheepishly smile back...I ask one of the other girls as he passes "who is that guy? He keeps smiling at me?!!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Her answer,,,Hmmm I don't think you have to worry about him trying to pick you up...that's the manager!" I felt like such an ass! I tried to save myself and said. Oh he's probably saying to himself that's the one they said we need to get rid of! haha.... She said, No I don't think you have to worry about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was Saturday afternoon.. Saturday am I came to the full time job to play catch up...&lt;br /&gt;Remember the very young coach??? Let me remind you....&lt;br /&gt;He's 26yrs/old and I guess he's looking to have some fun....Well he wrote very intriguing emails he had me so so close to giving in to him. But suddenly he just stopped!??!?! Freaked me out! I pictured all his coach buddies reading the emails and him saying see I told you I can have her if I want...He told me that wasn't the case at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well he stopped in a couple of weeks ago and is at it again....I'm trying to be stand offish...&lt;br /&gt;He watched me leave the gym this am but didn't come out to say hello....We'll see I keep telling myself NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I got home last night to find only one dog....I knew it was coming our 12 year old Dolby/Collie wasn't doing well... got put on med's over the long weekend if he was going to get better the med's would have helped in four days....It didn't help we both knew this. Well I knew the minute I drove in and heard the little female yelping he wasn't with her.&lt;br /&gt;The minute Mr. Spins truck drove in I ran out and looked for him...Not there. We'll get his ashes back.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-648907976714306289?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/648907976714306289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=648907976714306289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/648907976714306289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/648907976714306289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-much-happening.html' title='So much happening'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2773519233085613240</id><published>2010-09-03T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:32:23.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fill in's</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor Day weekend to all who celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Family &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and friends gather for lots of food and booze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. _&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will being running&lt;/span&gt;_ back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love a __&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;guy who loves a good BJ&lt;/span&gt;___.&lt;br /&gt;4. __&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mac and cheese&lt;/span&gt;___ makes a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;5. I've got the _&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;urge to bake apple pies&lt;/span&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;6. _&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;working on the holiday weekend??&lt;/span&gt;____: wth!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to __&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;getting out of the second job at 9pm&lt;/span&gt;___, tomorrow my plans include _&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;working again 1130 to 8pm&lt;/span&gt;____ and Sunday, I want to _&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;chill, eat and drink&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday will be baking pies&lt;/span&gt; ___!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hope you all have a GREAT holiday weekend-Be safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2773519233085613240?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2773519233085613240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2773519233085613240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2773519233085613240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2773519233085613240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-fill-ins.html' title='Friday fill in&apos;s'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-7184317136462362457</id><published>2010-09-01T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:26:02.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too long!!</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;Not sure any of you even follow me any more. It's been soooo long! Life in the new office?&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS! I feel so out of place.&lt;br /&gt;I try and sit in my corner they gave me and mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;This week and it's only Wednesday has been very trying....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more later on my new life in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been happening with me?&lt;br /&gt;Well I lost my dad, July. That was very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;A very difficult time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my my lover of 10 years. My own fault.&lt;br /&gt;He is too far away for us to hook up much. I found a new friend here in the new building..&lt;br /&gt;We have been playing but nothing real serious yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a second job...&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever looking for some yummy deli meats come see me!&lt;br /&gt;It's two nights a week and Saturdays. Kinda F's up camping trips but summer is coming to a close anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having our annual BBQ on the first day of Oct. I will be baking a couple of Apple pies as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;The gent I have found is invited to this BBQ as are all the supervisors.&lt;br /&gt;He has told me he has noticed me for years at BBQ's or meetings. I never knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start PT for my shoulder tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt it over 2 years ago. Was told it was nerve damage and not much I could do.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got sick of it and went to the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will finally get better, as I told the Doc I'm NOT stopping my workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nice to finally get out here and at least say hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-7184317136462362457?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/7184317136462362457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=7184317136462362457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7184317136462362457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7184317136462362457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/09/way-too-long.html' title='Way too long!!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-5872171778452759027</id><published>2010-03-12T08:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:03:50.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down..../Friday in's</title><content type='html'>Well our big move is a week from today.&lt;br /&gt;We had a meeting yesterday with the ladies who's area we are going to be sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Made me realize a little more what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"DRAMA QUEEN"&lt;/span&gt; my boss really is!&lt;br /&gt;She told myself and my fellow employee that the girls over there called the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;NOT TRUE- the planning and design gent called the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;He said you all have to share this space I want your input on how you think it will work for you.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will take it to those who have to approve it and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;The meeting went well. They showed us the area where we will be.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as nice as here. It seems kinda dirty? I think it's due to the older filing cabinets and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Something a bit off......one of the ladies has flower boxes with fake flowers???&lt;br /&gt;That's a bit off....&lt;br /&gt;Although I did she the contention between my supervisor and the lady who used to do what I do now.&lt;br /&gt;I felt myself and fellow employee will be welcomed with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;Our supervisor not so much!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness she will have her own office far away from us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now for Friday in's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am so looking forward to __&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seeing the new grandson that is hopefully going to be born today as my step daughter is being induced this morning at 9am&lt;/span&gt;__?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. _&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have to put a turkey in the oven&lt;/span&gt;_ later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you get _&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;out of work today I have a three day weekend! Got Monday off!&lt;/span&gt; ___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. _&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;_ is a big part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you need anything _&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ease don't call on me right now too much going on&lt;/span&gt;__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life is&lt;/span&gt;_ a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to___ &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;going to the hospital and seeing new baby boy&lt;/span&gt;_____, tomorrow my plans include _&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;working at the church getting ready for the dinner, craving turkeys&lt;/span&gt;____ and Sunday, I want to _&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;prepping the walls in the hall to paint on Monday&lt;/span&gt;____!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being out here.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all doing well.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-5872171778452759027?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/5872171778452759027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=5872171778452759027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5872171778452759027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5872171778452759027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/03/count-down.html' title='The count down..../Friday in&apos;s'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-304959836599189274</id><published>2010-03-05T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:20:40.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fill in #166</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I have not been out here much have I?&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you making _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so stressed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;___?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want you to take __&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once we get moved into our new office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_ then it will be on my terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will get settled mind my own business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;__ and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I could use a __&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I Valium!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. __&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We move on the 19th into the new office/building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;___ and then _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hopefully all this stress will go away&lt;/span&gt;__.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just getting home and relaxing with a glass of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;____, tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Elvis is BACK working out at 9am again! Then getting my nails done, I think I will have Kenny paint a cute spring flower on the ring finger nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;__ and Sunday, I want to _&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take hubs to a dinner just up the road for a yummy&lt;/em&gt; breakfast&lt;/span&gt;____!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain a bit about the move and my stress. I love change I can handle change just fine usually.&lt;br /&gt;But I out of the three of us I am the only one who has to push someone out of their space that has been there space for YEARS. Even before I came to work here.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the job I'm doing now is a job they took from this same individual 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;So I have her job and now I'm taking her space....&lt;br /&gt;This can't be good?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-304959836599189274?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/304959836599189274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=304959836599189274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/304959836599189274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/304959836599189274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-fill-in-166.html' title='Friday fill in #166'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8474603142297921122</id><published>2010-02-26T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:12:56.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fills</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A cup of tea _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or coffee for me, a good book and alone time&lt;/span&gt;_.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Warm memories &amp;amp; family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;__ makes a place feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Everything has its beauty _ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if you take time to look for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. __&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is there a KY out there with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;__ the taste of strawberries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Art makes me _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;think of An Artist exposed. What a sweet loving man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. LOL I just noticed I forgot _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to put on my panties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;going home and snuggling under a blanket and reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_, tomorrow my plans include _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;vacuuming, laundry, dusting, touch paint up in the new bathroom. Hopefully have that DONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;__ and Sunday, I want to _&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ME TIME-&lt;em&gt;read more, relax, maybe watch a movie, take a nap__! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8474603142297921122?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8474603142297921122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8474603142297921122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8474603142297921122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8474603142297921122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-fills.html' title='Friday fills'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2995451038947614019</id><published>2010-02-13T09:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:08:05.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Started vac with a bang!</title><content type='html'>Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful very new to me hook up. I met with him about 3 months ago. He was the perfect gentleman. Although he doesn't want to be seen as that. (-;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway last time his beautiful wife wasn't able to join us. She did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous-being my first time with a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! She is amazing. The two of them together even more so.&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to experience this with the two of them. Just watching them play, the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;They are a great couple and she was a wonderful teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you both for helping me learn that yes I am bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last chance to blog until the 22nd when I go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the 15th of March our big office move starts.&lt;br /&gt;My blogging will become even less.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2995451038947614019?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2995451038947614019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2995451038947614019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2995451038947614019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2995451038947614019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/02/started-vac-with-bang.html' title='Started vac with a bang!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4277147569399325812</id><published>2010-02-11T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:32:03.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired...</title><content type='html'>I'm tried of the people in my office. Crying and whining!&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of listening to my boss sigh every time she walks out of her office.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the emails "Did you hear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of men who come into my life and say oh oh I want you.&lt;br /&gt;Then just stop talking to me. Did I say something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the games.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the emails "how's your puppies today?" Just fucking fine! Thanks for asking and too bad you got layoff and won't see them any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying to please everyone else and not thinking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of feeling guilty when I do think about me!&lt;br /&gt;That is when I have the rare moments-Such as the one I will have tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I hope it lets all my cares drain away even if just for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to both of you for taking the time to allow me to experience something very new and exciting to me. I hope I please you both. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be on vacation starting tomorrow. Going to start it off right!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to be away from all this for the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4277147569399325812?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4277147569399325812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4277147569399325812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4277147569399325812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4277147569399325812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired...'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1393590179257875082</id><published>2010-02-03T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:42:38.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much going on.....</title><content type='html'>No one is chat too much today, work is actually at a nice pace.&lt;br /&gt;I have been under the weather since Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day I feel almost normal again. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Missed both Monday and Tuesday workout.&lt;br /&gt;On the bikes in the corner today with my favorite w/o partner. (nothing more honest)&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW hard to believe!&lt;br /&gt;Well any way one of the girls walked by and said you two are the talk!&lt;br /&gt;Neither of you were here yesterday-having an affair???&lt;br /&gt;As he said it's this place we work. Always gotta have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;May as well be me they are leaving someone else alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1393590179257875082?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1393590179257875082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1393590179257875082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1393590179257875082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1393590179257875082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-much-going-on.html' title='Not much going on.....'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6830106559569777659</id><published>2010-01-28T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:19:48.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much more clear can it be?</title><content type='html'>The following is the message I sent to my boss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would like to start on Feb 12 Friday-through the Feb 19th Friday is what I want to put in for.But I may come back early Thursday and Friday. Depands on how this bath face lifts goes...Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty clear right? Well I get this message from her this am-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So far for February I have the following on my Calendar:&lt;br /&gt;February 2: FOM Supervisors Meeting (doubtful)&lt;br /&gt;February 12: Drs for daughter 8:00 a.m. ( I will be late)&lt;br /&gt;February 18: Meeting OPO 9:00 a.m. - 10:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Spin is on vacation the week of February 15.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Boss lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I call into her office and say I told you I was starting my vacation on the 12th!??!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't have it on my calendar she calls back. Can I say thank goodness I save such emails as she is so into her own life she doesn't pay attention! Of course I found it and forwarded it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the two I got back from her-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I remember the email, I just misread the dates even though it's clear, I wouldn't have said no either way. It's perfectly fine. I've been trying to get hubs to take daughter to these apts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He has been unemployed since August! Oh no don't feel sorry for him. LAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;February apts revised February 11 - meeting here - 9:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;February 2: FOM Supervisors Meeting (doubtful)&lt;br /&gt;February 18: Meeting OPO 9:00 a.m. - 10:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Spin is on vacation February 12 - February 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe it's just me? But this isn't the first time she has done this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This being the reason I save all emails to and from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh Yeah! And now she is all pissy!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The started the minute I walked through the door about recalls. Didn't even have my jacket off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's my vent for the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6830106559569777659?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6830106559569777659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6830106559569777659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6830106559569777659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6830106559569777659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-much-more-clear-can-it-be.html' title='How much more clear can it be?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4808233386429052803</id><published>2010-01-27T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:48:14.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch?!?!?</title><content type='html'>So I just spoke with one of my clients who works for the 5 star Inn here in town.&lt;br /&gt;I emailed him and asked "Are you still need you rental you requested for today."&lt;br /&gt;Moments later my phone rings and he tells me he made an error on his request and doesn't need it until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I told him in my flirty little voice, Oh ok I will go ahead and change that for you.&lt;br /&gt;But the next time you get a hand slap.&lt;br /&gt;He said I will bring you all lunch tomorrow. How many in you office? Of course I said oh no don't do that! I was just picking on you. No no he said how many people in your office?&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see if the executive chef brings us lunch tomorrow??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4808233386429052803?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4808233386429052803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4808233386429052803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4808233386429052803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4808233386429052803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/01/lunch.html' title='Lunch?!?!?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-5404478092385417582</id><published>2010-01-26T14:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:34:08.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think she crushing on me!!!</title><content type='html'>I sure hope so cause I'm crushing on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came by the office as you know if you read my last post.&lt;br /&gt;When she left that day I tried to find reasons to call her.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of any???&lt;br /&gt;Well she is finding silly reasons to call me.&lt;br /&gt;AND she keeps bringing up drinks!&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna find a time we can do this. But she is over an hour away....)-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday wasn't a good day....&lt;br /&gt;Spoke with the 26 year old told him to NOT play games with me. As he talked like he wanted to hook up last Thursday never showed, never called....He stopped in yesterday went back to his office and said "You're looking good" wrote back said you mean that?&lt;br /&gt;As you seem to be playing me??? So we chatted him telling me he's really busy things will slow next week.&lt;br /&gt;Told him okay, you won't be hearing from me unless you email me first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told the Marine also yesterday that I don't want to play his games either.&lt;br /&gt;I thought once I got him he would be back for more. But I said I guess I didn't leave much of any impression. He waved his arms as if to say look around, when and where?&lt;br /&gt;I told him well if you really wanted to you would find time and call my cell and say hey come meet me.&lt;br /&gt;Told him I could take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;So yes I left the door open for both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into what I thought was a fight my regular FB yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;He's telling me all about the fun he and the wife have been having.&lt;br /&gt;Than goes on to tell me what a slut I am as I have all these on-line boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what babes?!?!?!? You may be having sex with your wife ONLY, but you have had sex at least 5 time this month. Me ONCE!!! yeah ONCE!!! a whole 4minutes with my hubs!&lt;br /&gt;So back off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I was asked to take a day off in Feb. I did. Haven't had a chance to tell him. Hope things will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-5404478092385417582?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/5404478092385417582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=5404478092385417582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5404478092385417582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5404478092385417582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-she-crushing-on-me.html' title='I think she crushing on me!!!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6337860769856297571</id><published>2010-01-22T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T05:22:00.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is beautiful!</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know I do rentals.&lt;br /&gt;Well Avis is one of my biggest rep's.&lt;br /&gt;I have a rep who I speak with almost on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;She and I talk and laugh and have a good time. Venting about difficult clients.&lt;br /&gt;We have had many conversations about her coming this way&lt;br /&gt;and going to the local pub and having $2.00 margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;I have never met her until today.&lt;br /&gt;She brought me a minivan. I was in AAHHHH over her!&lt;br /&gt;She has bronzed beautiful skin, freckles, and dark silky hair.&lt;br /&gt;She looked in my bosses office, and said we're headed to get drinks!&lt;br /&gt;Of course my boss said not without her.&lt;br /&gt;So it didn't happen. We chatted for a bit both of us seemed a little nervous. It was cute, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;I found out she was 28 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to find a reason to call her after she left. She was headed to one the other Avis offices as a new girl got stranded alone only after a week and 1/2 of training.&lt;br /&gt;Her trainer fall on the ice and landed in the hospital. So I thought I will call and ask how she is doing. Just checking up the other rep. I didn't...chickened out...&lt;br /&gt;I really wanta go for drinks with her and get to know her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. The 26 y/o asked what time I was leaving the office today (thurs) I emailed him back and told him. He didn't show and he hasn't emailed. I think he has lost his chance...&lt;br /&gt;It's okay,,,,he pursued me. I wasn't so sure about that anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6337860769856297571?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6337860769856297571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6337860769856297571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6337860769856297571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6337860769856297571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-is-beautiful.html' title='She is beautiful!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-227505672220869146</id><published>2010-01-13T10:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:02:15.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sex dream</title><content type='html'>I had this dream last night that I hooked up with my swinger fb and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;They brought along a second man as I don't have hub who would go along with this.&lt;br /&gt;So we're in the hotel and she and I are sucking him off, and also kissing each other. As her hubs lays next to us watching.&lt;br /&gt;This guy is uncut and he has some size to him. But.....he has a right defined bend to the left. Almost looks like if it were a bone it broke and healed wrong?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;You how dreams are.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know we're walking out and no one is putting their clothes back on?&lt;br /&gt;I did pulled my flannel pants on, still had a top on.&lt;br /&gt;The guy that was with us is suddenly in a bright orange crossing guard vest. Had to play crossing guard for bit? Found clothes somewhere cause at this point he was fully dressed.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all ended up on the play ground sitting on the grass and eating lunch?&lt;br /&gt;That's all I remember.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Hubs said boy you were talking in your sleep last night. He says he couldn't understand what I was saying. &lt;br /&gt;I felt the guilt flow across my face....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-227505672220869146?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/227505672220869146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=227505672220869146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/227505672220869146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/227505672220869146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/01/sex-dream.html' title='sex dream'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4838345474074340039</id><published>2010-01-06T04:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:13:00.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The hold he has on me?!?!?</title><content type='html'>So I figured my one hook up with the Marine would be the only one. I told myself i can take it or leave it.....&lt;br /&gt;He stopped by the office today. (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;Been a week since our time together.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just want to reach out a touch him...he's so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Brought by another guy asking questions about the driver approval program.&lt;br /&gt;So I started out being the professional.&lt;br /&gt;Answered all his questions. I came back to my desk and sat. The marine said something about DOT physical, he stated that he was due for one as they need them yearly.&lt;br /&gt;I said bend over. Didn't think the guy with heard me. As he was on the other side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;So I got up from my desk and told him that if his employee needed to driver larger trucks....He stopped me and said "Oh I heard what you said" and grinned, I blushed and he said "you thought that wasn't heard?" Damn me! I'm so naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy went on his way the marine hung out and said just thought I'd stop by and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;Melted! WHY WHY WHY???&lt;br /&gt;So of course being the "girl" I am I emailed him and said thanks for coming to visit. Wanted to grab you.&lt;br /&gt;He writes back and says he wanted a handful too.&lt;br /&gt;So this leads into him saying he's ready for round 2.&lt;br /&gt;Where and when will round 2 happen I wonder. I got one orgasm and so did he. I asked do I get two in round 2. He said we'll see depends on where we are.&lt;br /&gt;I told him the ball was in his court.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4838345474074340039?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4838345474074340039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4838345474074340039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4838345474074340039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4838345474074340039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/01/hold-he-has-on-me.html' title='The hold he has on me?!?!?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4145028711654066092</id><published>2010-01-05T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:00:16.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #220</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S0NcKp5ZItI/AAAAAAAAAgg/I0wVazVZRwY/s1600-h/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423279714399232722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S0NcKp5ZItI/AAAAAAAAAgg/I0wVazVZRwY/s200/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A relaxing vacation or an adventurous trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well I love to camp and relax-but we walk and ride bikes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm leaning more toward the relaxing I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wild sex for hours that would be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Not into jumping out of planes or white water rafting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a perfect nights sleep or have amazing sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing sex of course! Any volunteers to help me out with this one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be intimate with the lights on or off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lights on please. Or candle light, that would pretty nice too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ahhh the flickering glow on each others skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your S/O be a terrible kisser who could always make you orgasm or an amazing kisser who&lt;br /&gt;could never make you orgasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gosh I hate wet sloppy kisses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But I really can't have sex without an orgasm or 2 or 3....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Date someone much younger or much older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have had a guy 12 yrs younger. And lets see oldest is only three years older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Younger is okay, but I want someone who is open and up to new ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I want it to last too. I want him to be able to have more than one orgasm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lets see I can't remember what he called it? But it was great-he was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But anyway-it was three something-once in the mouth, once in the pussy and once in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;These were his orgasms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional): Which reality show would you be good at? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hmmm lets see I watch a lot of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I would love to do Biggest loser. But I don't think the extra 5 pounds I wanta take off qualifies me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Amazing Race I think that would be pretty cool. What a great way to see the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Big brother. I don't have enough Bitch in me for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Survivor I really don't think I could go without clean panties and tooth brush that long....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4145028711654066092?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4145028711654066092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4145028711654066092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4145028711654066092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4145028711654066092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2010/01/tmi-tuesday-220.html' title='TMI Tuesday #220'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S0NcKp5ZItI/AAAAAAAAAgg/I0wVazVZRwY/s72-c/dw3xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1632649224687503822</id><published>2009-11-30T11:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:53:06.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Home Makeover</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you have all seen this right?&lt;br /&gt;Well the one that was shown this last week was practically in my back yard.&lt;br /&gt;Actually was in the back yard of one of my fellow employees-who recently retired.&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay a town or two away for me......&lt;br /&gt;I was getting kinda tired of watching these.&lt;br /&gt;This one though.&lt;br /&gt;This boy is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen it you should take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1632649224687503822?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1632649224687503822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1632649224687503822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1632649224687503822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1632649224687503822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/extreme-home-makeover.html' title='Extreme Home Makeover'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2675154269388404266</id><published>2009-11-23T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:09:18.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooking up Last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-This is a very long post-hope you can get through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mentioned I had hooked up last week but didn't give a lot detail.&lt;br /&gt;As I have been feeling a bit out of sorts about it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe there was a bit of guilt for us both.&lt;br /&gt;Even though he has an awesome wife who told him to "go for it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have talked about it for sometime and finally picked a day.&lt;br /&gt;He found the hotel room and we met 1/2 way.&lt;br /&gt;I got there before him. Sat in my vehicle for a bit and waited. The maintenance man was walking and and kept giving me a look.&lt;br /&gt;I text him to let him know I was there. He was still 20 minutes out. So I took a little drive came back and waited less than 5 minutes. I see a truck pull up. OMG! It's him as we had exchanged pictures I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;I get out and walk to his truck. He gets out, much taller than I expected. He says hello and gives me a gentle kiss. Soft and warm.&lt;br /&gt;We walk to the office together he gives all the info to the front desk clerk.&lt;br /&gt;Walking out in I'm front of him, he states "I can see this is going to be fun"&lt;br /&gt;I blush hoping he can see it from behind me.&lt;br /&gt;We find our room. He opens the door and waves me in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very nervous this is really all new to me. I grew up in the hills of Vermont on dairy farms.&lt;br /&gt;Once inside I turn and he comes to me and gives me another kiss. He tells me soft lips.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trembling so bad he feels it. He reassures me it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Tells me I'm prettier than my picture. I glow, and politely say "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;As we kiss I believe I'm the first to start unbuttoning his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Once we're both naked he takes me to the bed and we kiss and fondle each other. He's the perfect gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;Sticking his fingers in his mouth. Looking at me with lust in his eyes, he slides the into my warm awaiting pussy. I instantly moan with pleasure and close me eyes. He goes down on me and I have an orgasm almost immediately. He has me moaning louder and bucking off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I need to taste him. He pulls himself up to me we kiss I taste myself of his lips.&lt;br /&gt;I now go down on him. I have seen pictures he's big! Well he's bigger than the pics show. I tell him so. I lick my lips and take just the tip of his cock. Pulling away I slide my tongue up and down his shaft to get him wet with my saliva. I then take all of him, well as much as I can. (-;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take him all in my mouth. I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked do you want to feel my cock in your pussy. I let out a husky, yes please.&lt;br /&gt;He puts on a condom. Comes back to the bed and as promised. Looks into my eyes as he slides into me. I love the feeling of him inside me. He's hits bottom. I told him he would.&lt;br /&gt;The first round and slow and gentle. I cum again. When he gets close he pulls out and I take him in my mouth and he fills my mouth with his hot cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay on the bed together I'm breathless. We just lay there. Talk, close our eyes and catch our breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time around I start. We're just chatting learning about each other running our hands over each other. I start playing and getting him hard again. This time. I believe the whole hotel heard me. A number of orgasms. Wild fast fun.&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, on my back, in my ass in my pussy, my legs wrapped tightly around his back.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me to hang on, my arms wrapped around his neck my legs still wrapped around his back. He pulls us of the bed and now he's on his back I'm on top. Ahhh every girls dream right? Legs wrapped around a guy he's still deep inside you.&lt;br /&gt;Thrusting myself deep on to him I cry with pleasurable pain as I jam him into as far as he go. Hitting bottom every time I thrust down on him.&lt;br /&gt;I beg, will you please come inside me this time? I feel cum pulsing up and out. Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying there he realizes he is hungry. It's 1:00pm. I haven't had anything to eat yet. He states his bagel from 6:00am is gone. I fear I won't be able to eat as my nerves are now, flipping from excited fun sex, the fear is gone.&lt;br /&gt;We go into town kinda cool as we both drove an hour him from the south me from the north.&lt;br /&gt;He recognised the area from years ago. It made for easy conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back that hotel I went to the rest room. When I came out he was on the phone with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up laying together for a bit longer still fully clothed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made us decide to go for it again?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe talking about the anal? Off the come the clothes. He's standing there with a raging hard on. Looks at me and points to the floor and says on you knees. I gladly obey.&lt;br /&gt;I take him in my mouth hoping I might be able to take all of him. Again I can't. I gag and keep trying. He is thrusting hard face fucking me deep. I'm gagging but I don't want it to stop. My hands are clinched to his firm ass his hands in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the bed and on your knees" Again I gladly obey.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Please"&lt;br /&gt;He starts slowly, Ouuuuch.&lt;br /&gt;"Is that an ouch?'&lt;br /&gt;"yes it's okay keeping going slowly"&lt;br /&gt;Once he was in there it was great.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bit to take him all but he knew when it was safe to start thrusting hard and fast in me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed at how wonderful he felt in me thrusting so hard and fast.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to lay and spread my legs. I don't know how many orgasms he gave me but they kept coming harder and faster. When he came, all I could say was "THAT WAS AMAZING!"&lt;br /&gt;Again I was breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how he gave me commands on your knees, on your back, suck my cock. I obeyed with pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was so exhausted. I tried to blame every muscle ache on him but he wouldn't take credit. I guess part of it could have been the work out a few hours before we I came to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing experience. I thanked him, I emailed his beautiful wife the very next day and thanked her for letting her husband please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said this has caused some tension between my lover and myself.&lt;br /&gt;He called this am to tell me he won't be hooking up with his ex lover tomorrow as planned.&lt;br /&gt;he told her there would be no hook ups. He had decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;As I told him I didn't know how I would feel. I couldn't give him an answer until after the fact.&lt;br /&gt;I have not rights to you. I did it now you get your turn. As he wouldn't tell me not to do it. I couldn't tell him not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;One thing he has asked me over and over. "Is the benefit worth the risk?"&lt;br /&gt;He decided not knowing how I would feel wasn't worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to never hurt him again either.&lt;br /&gt;If the chance to play does come along again.&lt;br /&gt;I will only accept if he can be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not worth risk of hurting him or losing him.&lt;br /&gt;I believe this has only made us stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2675154269388404266?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2675154269388404266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2675154269388404266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2675154269388404266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2675154269388404266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/hooking-up-last-week.html' title='Hooking up Last week'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6027818139886756780</id><published>2009-11-23T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:43:14.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic News</title><content type='html'>Since I had my hook up things have not been the best between my lover and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a real issue with him having his hook.&lt;br /&gt;The reason being-My hook up was with a swinger.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't plan a second fuck date.&lt;br /&gt;We really haven't talked much since it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Will it again I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover is hooking up with an ex lover. &lt;br /&gt;He tells me it may happen more then just this one time.&lt;br /&gt;They have a past and that bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well any way I told him today I needed some space. I didn't want to talk to him until he at least got through his sex date. It was going to happen this coming Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have a chance to talk to him again until after the holiday. Monday would be the soonest. I told him I would have to wait and see how I was feeling come Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to talk if I was still feeling a bit off about it. For fear of saying things I don't want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my phone rings a bit ago. It's him? Why is he calling?&lt;br /&gt;He just received some tragic news.&lt;br /&gt;His best friends son was hit by a train and killed. 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;His friend lives in Chicago, they grew up together there.&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you how much I hate myself for being so selfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all seems so small in the big picture. I need to stop......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6027818139886756780?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6027818139886756780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6027818139886756780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6027818139886756780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6027818139886756780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/tragic-news.html' title='Tragic News'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-9127671921133329367</id><published>2009-11-20T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:42:56.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooking up</title><content type='html'>I did something I have never done in my life!&lt;br /&gt;I hooked up with someone I have never met in person.&lt;br /&gt;We have talked many many times. On the phone and on line.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time. It was nothing like I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;He was such a perfect gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;I pictured going into the room and having my our clothes ripped off and throwing ourselves on the bed. And going at it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like that at all, he knew how nervous I was as I was shaking so badly.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a gentle kiss and I felt all my fear melt away.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there was wild sex, gentle sex, all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say there were some hardships getting to this point.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hubby who knows nothing of my affairs.&lt;br /&gt;I love him very much. I would never want to hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend-Who knows everything. I have not lied to him.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to always tell him the truth but I won't keep it from him.&lt;br /&gt;So yes my guilt was doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is now it's his turn.&lt;br /&gt;It started out with him "getting me at back" He was jabbing me pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;As he wasn't happy about my hooking up.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's more of a "I have set up my sex date and I have to see it through. "&lt;br /&gt;The problem being he has been with her before.&lt;br /&gt;I was with someone completely new.&lt;br /&gt;So of course my way of thinking is he has feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think his will be a one time deal as mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that if anything this makes our relationship stronger, as he said maybe&lt;br /&gt;we can both bring something from our individual experiences back to each other.&lt;br /&gt;I told him he is the best I have ever had and I don't want to lose him.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get through his hook up as well as he did with mine.&lt;br /&gt;Once we both get past the jabbing and trying to hurt each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-9127671921133329367?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/9127671921133329367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=9127671921133329367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/9127671921133329367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/9127671921133329367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/hooking-up.html' title='Hooking up'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-7239877570563022390</id><published>2009-11-16T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:37:14.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices we make.....</title><content type='html'>Aren't always good for all.&lt;br /&gt;Being truthful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling the truth isn't always the way to go but I promised him I would never lie to him.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I had. I think,,,,Or would have kept his secret from me?&lt;br /&gt;He's hooking up with an old fling. Is he doing it to hurt me. Cause I have hurt him?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. Can't think about that right now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a break from him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about getting a kiss. A simple kiss from the Marine.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's going to go any further than that.&lt;br /&gt;As he has today off to go hook up with his lover.&lt;br /&gt;He teases the hell out of me. And I allow it. Vent about it here.&lt;br /&gt;I know some bloggers are bugged by this.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say I'm sorry, I have not made any promises to be a good girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-7239877570563022390?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/7239877570563022390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=7239877570563022390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7239877570563022390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7239877570563022390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices-we-make.html' title='Choices we make.....'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-345285792909687445</id><published>2009-11-13T08:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:02:24.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red sky at night....Friday fill ins</title><content type='html'>Sailors delight....The sky was so pretty last night.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;But I was going 70 mph down the high way. rushing around to go to my daughters and her boyfriends for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Yup my daddy was a sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The last band I saw live was _&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lynard Skynard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yeah yeah I know.....Say what you must. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(-:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What I look forward to most on Thanksgiving is _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Family! I love being with my family, brothers, sister, my mom some of our kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_. (if you don't celebrate thanksgiving, insert your favorite holiday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My Christmas/holiday shopping is ___&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Almost done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thoughts of&lt;em&gt;_&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sex,,,, hooking up with someone new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;fill my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish I could wear ___&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;t&lt;em&gt;hongs and feel good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bagpipes ___&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;play the most beautiful sweet music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;_&lt;em&gt;putting a turkey in the oven at midnight and going to bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, tomorrow my plans include _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;baking pies for the church dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;____ and Sunday, I want to _&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;relax! May do more baking as I promised a fellow employee I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-345285792909687445?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/345285792909687445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=345285792909687445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/345285792909687445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/345285792909687445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/red-sky-at-nightfriday-fill-ins.html' title='Red sky at night....Friday fill ins'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-509221946181537240</id><published>2009-11-11T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:53:43.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting/I got a KISS!!!</title><content type='html'>Huh? Oh no not from the client I spoke of yesterday. She disappeared very quickly. Didn't see what way she ran........Nope. Gone? It was from the Marine!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he had me follow him to a quiet room and pulled me in for a nice warm kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a nice kiss it was.&lt;br /&gt;The little tease.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went off to lunch with on of the other clients who was part of the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;All and all it turned out nicely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-509221946181537240?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/509221946181537240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=509221946181537240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/509221946181537240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/509221946181537240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/meetingi-got-kiss.html' title='Meeting/I got a KISS!!!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-553708752012051541</id><published>2009-11-10T09:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:54:10.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she being coy? Sending little hints?</title><content type='html'>Got a meeting tomorrow with one of the groups I rent to.&lt;br /&gt;They are not happy. They don't feel the maintenance is getting done on the rentals in a timely manner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving them what they want/need when they want it....(can't give them what I don't have)&lt;br /&gt;Well, funny thing. There is a new person who just recently got pushed into this job doing their requests for them.&lt;br /&gt;I talked about her a while ago in my blog. She mention(jokingly I think??) about liking to get spanked...&lt;br /&gt;So anyway she called me this am. She said something about our meeting we're all having.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked is this going to be a pissing match? She said yes I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;She commented that she thinks it's crap and we need to sit next to each other and hold hands as she and I both don't want to be in the middle of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm she and I next to each other handing hands under the table.....&lt;br /&gt;Is she being coy? Sending little hints?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-553708752012051541?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/553708752012051541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=553708752012051541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/553708752012051541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/553708752012051541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/meeting-or-pissing-match.html' title='Is she being coy? Sending little hints?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6075673796134133078</id><published>2009-11-09T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:51:58.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooo,,,,</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to stop by and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;Been buried in work.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I climb out soon and do some proper hellos to ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6075673796134133078?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6075673796134133078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6075673796134133078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6075673796134133078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6075673796134133078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellooo.html' title='Hellooo,,,,'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-7931902257892151651</id><published>2009-10-20T08:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:03:25.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #209</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/St21Fr18DoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/uGp9zl8jiv8/s1600-h/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394667037932654210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/St21Fr18DoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/uGp9zl8jiv8/s320/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Which ONE do you wish you had more of in bed... romance, experimentation or foreplay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Romance anything at all would be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Using the F word way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell no! I'm working on this I try to just say "thank you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think more about the past, present or future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm now tha is a good question. Not a lot of thinking about the past,,, present some future Hmmm not really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you feel everyone has a soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought and still kinda believe, I found my soulmate just not going as well as I thought it should. Was hoping for more in some areas but other areas are great so I guess it's the good with the bad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional): &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2540216"&gt;"Where Would You Wish To Wake Up?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's a really good question??? I kinda like the bed I wake up in every morning,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But lets see.....I don't have a lot of dream places I want to go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanta wake in Heaven. I fear I'm going to HELL though....(-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-7931902257892151651?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/7931902257892151651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=7931902257892151651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7931902257892151651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7931902257892151651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/10/tmi-tuesday-209.html' title='TMI Tuesday #209'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/St21Fr18DoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/uGp9zl8jiv8/s72-c/dw3xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-5787325237320402836</id><published>2009-10-17T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:17:07.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Affair?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I write a number of times about this.&lt;br /&gt;Some may be true some are not.&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself so many times. As I was once asked. "Is the risk worth the benefit?"&lt;br /&gt;The answer usually comes back "yes"&lt;br /&gt;Do I like that if and when the chance comes around to get sex with someone other than hubs.&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Do I hate myself after the fact yes. The guilt kills me.&lt;br /&gt;Will I keep taking that risk? Sad to say yeah...When opportunity knocks I will usually answer.&lt;br /&gt;I also ask myself, the big what if? What if hubs finds out?&lt;br /&gt;Would I blame him? Would I spit the words in his face-"IF YOU WOULD TAKE CARE OF ME!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Or would I hang my head and say "I love and need sex, lots of it, I'm sick I can't help it....."&lt;br /&gt;Would I spill my guts and tell all? Would I stay with him and try to work it out? Would I do as I have always done and leave?&lt;br /&gt;Would I deny it? "No! I don't know where you got your info but it's a lie!"&lt;br /&gt;Will I continue until than being the naughty little slut I am? yeah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-5787325237320402836?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/5787325237320402836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=5787325237320402836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5787325237320402836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5787325237320402836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/10/affair.html' title='An Affair?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4489934227018896642</id><published>2009-10-13T09:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:29:02.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #208 (Happy 4 years!!)</title><content type='html'>TMI Tuesday #208 (Happy 4 years!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every anniversary show, we have clips of popular or thought provoking questions from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), how satisfied are you with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7, I know if should be higher. But there's things I want and need I don't' yet have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), how satisfied are you with your sex life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7, for the same reason as 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the easiest way for you to reach orgasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what are 3 inevitable things about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm, I will flirt with someone today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will get a text, kids, bloggers, joke from a friend. At least one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will have salad for lunch. (Camping food gets the best of me every time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite sexual position? (yes you have to narrow it to one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would have to say woman on top. I like having the control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my tits in his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4a. What is you least favorite sexual position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is there such a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite body part/parts of the opposite (or same) sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ass I love a great ass, the Marine has a great ass. Love eyes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you rather have you significant other (this can be a hypothetical SO) have sex with someone else or fall in love with someone else? [You have to pick one.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have sex with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you have a "toe-curling" orgasm, do your does curl up, or down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Down as they are trying to grab the sheets the same way my fingers are curling around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Name three words that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) get you excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck me hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) make you squirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suck my cock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional): What is you most embarrassing sexual moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honestly!?! I have to say I squirted once in my life. The sad thing is that I was pretty new to WILD sex he was even newer to sex- I thought I peed ?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4489934227018896642?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4489934227018896642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4489934227018896642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4489934227018896642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4489934227018896642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/10/tmi-tuesday-208-happy-4-years.html' title='TMI Tuesday #208 (Happy 4 years!!)'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1357512939202442021</id><published>2009-10-07T12:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:38:21.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm is there a chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this was a bit surprising?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new client that was moved from one office to another here on campus-with the lay offs she was told you do this job or don't have one. Of course she said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She and I never worked closely together. But now we are on the phone at least 10 times a day. Which is normal, she was moved into the busiest dept for needing rentals from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have grown close pretty quickly. She is very easy to talk to. We talk and joke daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today she called and said she failed to talk to me yesterday about a cancellation for today.&lt;br /&gt;The one training her told her "Spin will not let you keep getting away with canceling same day reservations." (Policy states 24 hour notice.)&lt;br /&gt;So I told her Go ahead and send me an email using the rain as an excuse. But, if it happens again I will have to spank your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Her reply was "Well I might like it!"&lt;br /&gt;Took me by surprise,,,,,,I don't even remember how I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responded&lt;/span&gt;? She quickly recovered and said "Well that's what I tell my boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;She is a year older than me. I wonder is she also curious about women?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1357512939202442021?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1357512939202442021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1357512939202442021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1357512939202442021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1357512939202442021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm-is-there-chance.html' title='Hmmm is there a chance?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1060135715713610765</id><published>2009-10-05T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:45:08.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watercolors</title><content type='html'>Hey go check out &lt;a href="http://dropthejeans.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dropthejeans.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; I'm out there along with a few others you might visit. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG thanks to Levi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1060135715713610765?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1060135715713610765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1060135715713610765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1060135715713610765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1060135715713610765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/10/watercolors.html' title='Watercolors'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-3630406052478557178</id><published>2009-09-30T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:39:51.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad enough I'm sexually frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hubs decided last night would be a good time to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's he do waits until I'm half asleep. Than starts playing. AFTER his TV show is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope at that point I didn't want to play on another 3day headache, stressed and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I will never be able to complain about this again I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I take my shower at 7am. It's more than 12 hours later. Sure I would love for you to go down on me. But not without me washing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What upsets me is that he could have communicated with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple really! "Hey baby I'm horny tonight why don't you clean that pussy you have been sitting on all day before you come bed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than wait until I'm curled under the blankets in dream land and wake me by rubbing my nipple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I should have been more than happy to jump up at 10:30 pm and go wash and come back and spread my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up every day at 5am at the gym at 6am working out for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job in now NON-STOP. I was tired. Why not skip the tv and jump me at 9pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be mariied for 8 years the end of next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told him a number of times "TALK TO ME" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me work I love him dearly. But he needs to communicate with me.&lt;br /&gt;There was no signs at all before bed what he was thinking......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about venting. Wish I had more time I want to come visit you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-3630406052478557178?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/3630406052478557178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=3630406052478557178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3630406052478557178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3630406052478557178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/09/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2400212980784231560</id><published>2009-09-22T07:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:07:16.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #205</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sri6gMu1yiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Vu-i_hLKQRA/s1600-h/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384258416857696802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sri6gMu1yiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Vu-i_hLKQRA/s320/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;depeche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Clothes! Shoes! I love shoes! Maybe some new workout cloths they have a great tank at Kohl's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mid 1800's Love the west. I believe I would want to be an Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. What is your favorite curse word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The F word I try to not use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But do too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not so sure he's the lucky one?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vin Diesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Damn he is beautiful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To be invisible~all those times I say oh I wish I could be a fly on the wall.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2400212980784231560?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2400212980784231560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2400212980784231560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2400212980784231560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2400212980784231560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/09/tmi-tuesday-205.html' title='TMI Tuesday #205'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sri6gMu1yiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Vu-i_hLKQRA/s72-c/dw3xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4561964068228979191</id><published>2009-09-18T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:56:00.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped.. in bondage</title><content type='html'>Even wonder what it would be like?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We met on line. We talked for over 6 months before deciding to meet in person.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me directions to a little cafe just outside of town.&lt;br /&gt;I knew who I was looking for as we had exchanged pictures.&lt;br /&gt;He had already ordered drinks for us both.&lt;br /&gt;I dressed as he requested. Black short skirt, black heels, he let me choose my top so I decided a  loose front button silk blouse, no panties or bra.&lt;br /&gt;As I walk to sit with him I could feel my erect nipples swaying against the thin fabric.&lt;br /&gt;The smile on his face tells me he approves of the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;I start to slide into the booth across from him. He slides out and tells me to get in beside him. I obey.&lt;br /&gt;He lays his hand on my thigh and asks if  I had any trouble finding the place. I tell him his directions were perfect. &lt;br /&gt;We order our dinner. I'm not feeling much like eating as I know we will soon be headed to the hotel room he has reserved for us.&lt;br /&gt;Upon leaving the cafe in the parking lot he runs his hand over my ass. Grins and says "good girl".&lt;br /&gt;I follow him to the hotel. He slips his hand around my waist. leans close to my hear and states remember the safe word. "Yes Sir" I reply.&lt;br /&gt;Inside he closes the door. turns to me and the butterflies start to flutter even more then when I first made eye contact with him at the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;He moves in close, his lips brush my as he starts to unbutton my blouse.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is racing. I close my eyes. I feel his hand on my breast then his lips.&lt;br /&gt;He motions for me to go to the bed. "sit and take off you skirt. Leave your heels on.&lt;br /&gt;I see a pile of clothes that look like a bed sheet that has been ripped into strips.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm I think to myself. &lt;br /&gt;Okay he says lay down on your belly. Again I obey, Yes Sir.&lt;br /&gt;First he blindfolds me. I wonder what have I done??? Should I use the safe word? Just to test him? No. I don't want to upset him...&lt;br /&gt;I feel him tying my ankles then pulling them up to my back and he tells me to put my hand behind my back, I do so. &lt;br /&gt;Once I'm tied. I don't hear anything my heart is pounding. What have I done???&lt;br /&gt;I hear water running in the bath. The shower comes on. Soon I hear him turn off the water and come back out.&lt;br /&gt;He asks how I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;I say ok.....&lt;br /&gt;I feel him sit next to me on the bed. He runs his finger over my lips. puts his finger in my mouth and wets my lips. He's moving on the bed again. I feel his cock pressing against my lips now. I open my mouth and welcome him. &lt;br /&gt;Slowly stroking me in and out. &lt;br /&gt;I feel my pussy getting wet. I want to grab him and pull him deeper into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I try to wiggle free from my bondage. "Easy" he moans "you don't need your hands. Just suck me the way you are." &lt;br /&gt;I moan and push my face closer he responds by thrusting deeper into my throat. &lt;br /&gt;I feel his fingers finding my wetness. He starts rubbing my clit and driving fingers into my wet pussy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm squirming  and moaning as he thrust he cock deeper into my mouth and his fingers into my pussy. I'm very wet. I want to come but know I have to want for him to tell me I can. I taste his precum he is so close to coming will he let me come too?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel the hot gush in my mouth. He groans out a come for me now!&lt;br /&gt;I relax and let my whole body shudder with an orgasm longer and harder than I have ever experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4561964068228979191?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4561964068228979191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4561964068228979191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4561964068228979191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4561964068228979191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/09/trapped-in-bondage.html' title='trapped.. in bondage'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2062282949448442091</id><published>2009-09-16T09:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:29:44.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>Why can't I be happily married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can't be truthful with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a good sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have good sex when we have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sex I want sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to go find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I have secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear I will get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry hub will one day find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about closing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I email with some of you and wonder what you "really" thing of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being a little slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want it all, all the attention I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is this all going to caught up to me and bite me in the ass?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2062282949448442091?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2062282949448442091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2062282949448442091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2062282949448442091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2062282949448442091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6878229934423760327</id><published>2009-09-14T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:15:00.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasises</title><content type='html'>Aren't fantasises a funny thing?&lt;br /&gt;I have a story first....&lt;br /&gt;We met at my work pretty risky as people do come and go on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;We went to my office. He started by taking off my shirt and bra. Pinched my nipples and started sucking them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wet instantly. He's sitting in my chair. He turns me to the bay window takes down my jeans and motions for my to get up on the bay cell. I do so and spread my legs. He licks and sucks my clit until I have a hot orgasm which doesn't take very long. I need to taste him. I get down on my knees and start sucking him. Bringing my mouth down on his hard cock. Oh I love how he tastes. He now seats me in my chair and slides his hard into my very wet pussy. He's very large! Pumping me hard and fast hitting bottom and making my cry out with pleasurable pain. I have another orgasm. This in turn making him slow as he's not ready to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;He now takes his place back in the chair and I back to him and slide my pussy over his hard cock again. I'm now in control I ride him hard and again start to have an orgasm and he stops me. Even though I'm no longer pumping my wet pussy down on his cock the orgasm still comes for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now he has me on my desk facing him again. Pinching my nipples and sucking them. I return the favor to his nipples, sucking and nibbling. He's says get yourself off as I watch you. Rubbing my finger over my clit, bringing it to my mouth, then back to my clit until I cum. The whole time he is stroking himself. He brings himself out of his chair and slides his hard shaft in my wet pussy. Now thrusting hard into my pussy. Having to slow or stop at times.&lt;br /&gt;He decides he can't take any more and asks if he can cum on my face. I nod and get on my knees in front of him with mouth open and ready. Eyes are closed, I feel his hot cum hit my forehead then my cheek and mouth and lip. When I hear him stop groaning with pleasure. I lick the cum off my face I can reach with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I walked around my office naked for a minute or so. Washed my face got dressed and walked him to his car.I may have been seen giving him a last kiss. Not sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a question. How is it I can fantasize like this and then watch the movie "Catch and Release" and want the beautiful slow love making they did in that movie? I'm weird. I want it all and both ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6878229934423760327?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6878229934423760327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6878229934423760327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6878229934423760327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6878229934423760327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/09/fantasises.html' title='Fantasises'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8187693631683828038</id><published>2009-09-04T08:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:56:14.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about Tall Man Molly last night. It's been over a year he's been gone. I try so hard to forget him. But there are so many reminders where ever I go. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the Marine I'm done playing his game. Well I sent it in an email on Wednesday. He never responded so I'm guessing that means he's ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to my meeting, then the rest of the day is mine to do as I please.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great Labor day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I will be thinking of you as I sit next to a camp fire and toast marshmallows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8187693631683828038?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8187693631683828038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8187693631683828038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8187693631683828038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8187693631683828038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/09/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-3225394091976964358</id><published>2009-09-02T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:36:59.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMP DAY!</title><content type='html'>Wait?!?!?! I have Friday off so what does that make today for me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going camping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going camping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I have Friday off and I'm camping.&lt;br /&gt;Cause am going to tell you something you probably don't care to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Man bitch-Nosey-the names I remember I gave him in early grips.&lt;br /&gt;Well one of his fellow employees (not me) decided it was time to go to HR about him.&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that I and others in the office feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;He came back from his meeting stating we need to go and have a meeting also.&lt;br /&gt;Well I emailed and they said no you don't "have to". The pier pressure was too great from the other employee. So I decided to make an appointment. Did this last week.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing, things have been going pretty well, him leaving me alone and all.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah up until this week. Monday he decided to blow up at my boss and demanded she call a meeting between her, him and myself. For his childish acts. He overheard a conversation between myself and my maintenance man-I stated I may not have a van for his testing on Wed. Rather than come to me he went to her.... See we have to work closely together the only conversation between us is supposed to be work. I would have told him as soon as I knew myself. He could have come to me and asked. But I decided he wanted to put her in the middle I would leave her there. She messed up the info and gave it to him wrong. Not wise thinking from me. I should have been the adult in the situation and went directly to him.&lt;br /&gt;Over an hour listening to him cry and whine about what a good person he is and why does everyone hate me???? Why do they all isolate me??? He believes (in his little mind)I have the power to make everyone in here hate him. Because I was the first one he verbally attached months ago, they all witnessed this. Why would they want to talk to him?????&lt;br /&gt;Done! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck at my HR meeting on Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-3225394091976964358?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/3225394091976964358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=3225394091976964358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3225394091976964358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3225394091976964358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day.html' title='HUMP DAY!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6122820611541659453</id><published>2009-09-01T04:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T04:33:00.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The man in the hall</title><content type='html'>I was trotting up the stairs one day last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up and there's a guy standing and waiting to come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm munching on something as I head up the stairs he too is munching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks at me and smiles, says "hmmmm guess it's its that time of day huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile back, yup, blush......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself, how come I never noticed him before now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Monday) I come out of the bathroom. And who is just walking away from the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vending machine? Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles and goes on down the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is he????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to talk to my Marine today. Was totally professional with him.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I make him wonder when I can tell he just wants to try and make my panties wet and he doesn't know if he did or not.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6122820611541659453?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6122820611541659453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6122820611541659453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6122820611541659453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6122820611541659453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-in-hall.html' title='The man in the hall'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2422625098032291711</id><published>2009-08-31T14:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:51:40.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Looks like my time of being bored is OVER. I have been busy since I walked though the door. First thing I see is a note from my maintenance man stating that one of my sprinters will be in service for another 2 weeks. Great I had it booked the rest of the month starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen these Dodge Sprinters? I hate the damn things. &lt;br /&gt;My clients love them. &lt;br /&gt;But every time I turn another around one is broke down.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a service place local. So any warranty work has to go over an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness most of them are not under warranty any more.&lt;br /&gt;Got called into the bosses office behind closed doors because of these things for over an hour to listen to man bitch cry and boo who. As I took his away from him.&lt;br /&gt;Turned into a spitting match. &lt;br /&gt;Unreal!&lt;br /&gt;Thought about taking pics on Sunday as I had the house to myself. &lt;br /&gt;But didn't feel I would be able to go to church and hold my head high if I did.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will take a whole week and wear jeans, different ones every day and take a pic each day and post it. &lt;br /&gt;Call it weeks worth of jeans or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2422625098032291711?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2422625098032291711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2422625098032291711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2422625098032291711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2422625098032291711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my.html' title='Oh My!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6246410565971634788</id><published>2009-08-26T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:18:04.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAGGGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>Maybe the grass is greener on the other side of the fence???&lt;br /&gt;Today has been the day from HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;So ready to walk! But I love my job most days. Just not today!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks just had to get that of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my 30 requests that just keep building.....Or should I try to get the last 15 minutes of my hour lunch I haven't had yet......I know no ones fault but my own.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6246410565971634788?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6246410565971634788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6246410565971634788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6246410565971634788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6246410565971634788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaagggghhhh.html' title='AAAAGGGGHHHH'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1013487691020056473</id><published>2009-08-25T10:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:01:14.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI-Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SpP5hkD-_zI/AAAAAAAAAYg/u8mFfWs1g_M/s1600-h/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373913135394520882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SpP5hkD-_zI/AAAAAAAAAYg/u8mFfWs1g_M/s320/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I have nothing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have "your" side of the bed? Which side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yup the left side-sleep on my left side too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How old is your pillow and what condition is it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's actually just a few months old. But already getting too flat for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite position to sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Left side with my right hand between my legs sharing the space with a pillow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Helps with the lower back pain-Although now that I'm doing spinning regularly again that really helps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. How often do you change your sheets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every weekend. Hubs sweats yucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hang them on the outdoor line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh so fresh and clean smelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What helps you fall asleep when insomnia strikes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing. Well I suppose I could roll over and wake him with a BJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Does sex make you sleepy or energized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Energized usually, after about the third O I'm ready to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the minimum amount of sleep that you need to be functional the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need at least 8 hours! Usually in bed by 9pm. Up at 5am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (as in optional):Describe your most vivid dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is weird?!?!? I keep have this reoccurring dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Usually it's night mares but this one keeps coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hub and I are buying this really old run down house. I mean nasty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's like two apartments. All on one floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We're walking through it and we have to live in it as we fix it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We plan to have it still in apartments but needs lots of work first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There is still furniture in it. They used a sun porch as a bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dream allot about purchasing houses lately. Don't get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1013487691020056473?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1013487691020056473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1013487691020056473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1013487691020056473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1013487691020056473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/tmi-tuesday.html' title='TMI-Tuesday'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SpP5hkD-_zI/AAAAAAAAAYg/u8mFfWs1g_M/s72-c/dw3xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6135811352453165345</id><published>2009-08-24T05:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:00:01.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes a bitch!</title><content type='html'>ON Saturday Morning hub just came and got me at the gas pump where the starter decided to go in the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;He towed me back to the house with a chain. Scared the crap out of me! He moved pretty quickly. I kept slamming the brakes for fear of ramming his truck. By the time we took the short trip from the gas station up the hill to the house I was in uncontrollable tears.&lt;br /&gt;Came in to balance the check book and pay the bills. I have $29.23 left. &lt;br /&gt;Yippee lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;How can I afford a starter? I have the jeep a 2000 with 87000 and my 1995 Ford Escort with 166000 miles on it. How much longer will that go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6135811352453165345?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6135811352453165345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6135811352453165345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6135811352453165345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6135811352453165345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-bitch.html' title='Lifes a bitch!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4239619559655038294</id><published>2009-08-23T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:00:01.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got caught!</title><content type='html'>How stupid of me! I know what time hubs gets home!&lt;br /&gt;I was on my phone chatting anyway with someone Who hub knows NOTHING about. MY little on-line world of people. One who has my cell number....&lt;br /&gt;Of all the places to ber, in the back room.&lt;br /&gt;Putting laundry in the washer and there he is!&lt;br /&gt;At the door. I know he saw the look of shock on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I finish putting the cloths in the washer.&lt;br /&gt;Say good bye. Close the phone and go about my business.&lt;br /&gt;I go into the kitchen leaving the phone on the dryer as if that's going help matters.&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me and says who was that, M? (my daughter)&lt;br /&gt;He gives me an out!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I say, she was asking if I got the college loan papers done. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think he believed me......I can't lie worth a damn.&lt;br /&gt;I started venting about work about how nasty &amp; mean some people can be.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt but I won't go into it here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4239619559655038294?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4239619559655038294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4239619559655038294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4239619559655038294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4239619559655038294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-caught.html' title='Got caught!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-493200375343917395</id><published>2009-08-22T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:27:42.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Frustrated that he has not spoke to me in days. I flume as I walk to my private little bathroom where I know I can be alone to think, breath, readjust. I know I need to get my mind back to work. Not this questioning, why? why? why? He's not worth it I try to keep telling myself. Of course the little piece of my brain that is so is hot for him won't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;I sit there with my panties down. Thinking how much cooler I already feel. Reaching down I know I'm going to feel the heat of being in the office with AC and the thoughts of him have made me moist.&lt;br /&gt;I start rubbing my clit, softly at first. Still frustrated the rubbing getting much rougher what started out as one finger ends up being four fingers. Diving deep into my now very wet hot pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Biting my lip as a orgasm shutters through my body. I relax leaving my fingers deep inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the wetness dripping down them.&lt;br /&gt;I ponder if this is enough to clear my mind and decide "no" one more won't hurt. Thrusting my fingers deeper and harder this time into my already wet hot pussy. I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste my sweetness. Pumping myself again the second comes much quicker than the first.&lt;br /&gt;I moan aloud and don't even care if I was heard.&lt;br /&gt;I flush and wash my hands. Just in case someone is out there. I want to make it look like I was just going pee. grin&lt;br /&gt;As I shut off the light and slowly open the door, someone grabs me and pushes me back into the bathroom and shuts the door.&lt;br /&gt;Being dark I have not a clue who it is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pushed up against the wall facing it. He has my hands clamped together and held over my head.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching up under my skirt he warns me to not make a noise. I think it's him? His voice sounds husky and full of lust.&lt;br /&gt;He asks what was that moaning I heard in here?&lt;br /&gt;I feel his fingers sliding my undies to one side. As he fills my pussy with his fingers now.&lt;br /&gt;Still bugged I try to break free of his grip to no avail. Instead I start to spread my legs and allow him in.&lt;br /&gt;Once he has me moaning he frees my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I turn to meet his lips in a warm desirable kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I slide to my knees. Fumbling with his belt. It's been so long all the teasing. I'm finally going to taste him.&lt;br /&gt;Dropping his pants I wrap my lips around his hard cock. He thrusts it deep into my throat. I think to myself, Oh this is going to be over quickly as I feel him grower harder. First time usually is. I taste the first hint of cum, he slows. Oh no! I'm having this now! I grab those firm ass cheeks and pull him close and stroke my lips over him until I feel him swell and his cum pulsing as it gushes into my mouth. Holding him there until I know he has finished completely. Slowly bringing my lips over the tip and lick the remains. He jerks and moans. I look up smile and say "see told you I never lose a drop. Give him a soft kiss as he pulls his jeans back up and I say "Thank you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-493200375343917395?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/493200375343917395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=493200375343917395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/493200375343917395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/493200375343917395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-fantasy.html' title='My Fantasy'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8650857724839397870</id><published>2009-08-11T08:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:02:45.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder?</title><content type='html'>I wondered yesterday what would happen if I were to ever get caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it would be like to have a spouse who knows what I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he would be upset or join in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone out there knows me that reads my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Tall Man Molly ever reads me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long over due conversation with a friend last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the other side of the story was that I didn't give him a chance to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would happen. I'm glad it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he will tell me our friendship is over once he has time to speak to his girlfriend and more time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish he would sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8650857724839397870?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8650857724839397870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8650857724839397870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8650857724839397870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8650857724839397870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2608820965403896045</id><published>2009-08-07T07:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:42:45.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fill in #136</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2459486282_9be6217be7_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;u&gt;Pork ribs&lt;/u&gt; is my favorite summertime &lt;u&gt;BBQ.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My favorite John Hughes movies is &lt;u&gt;Breakfast club.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;My bubby&lt;/u&gt; is something I love to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The full moon &lt;u&gt;is beautiful.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;Wish I was home&lt;/u&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When daylight fades &lt;u&gt;so do I.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;u&gt;making sausage bread for hubs guys at work,&lt;/u&gt; tomorrow my plans include &lt;u&gt;_sun bathing, laundry&amp;amp; paying bills&lt;/u&gt; and Sunday, I want to&lt;u&gt; bake some apple pies and &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;go to the races!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2608820965403896045?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2608820965403896045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2608820965403896045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2608820965403896045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2608820965403896045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-fill-in-136.html' title='Friday fill in #136'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2459486282_9be6217be7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-442083644473342246</id><published>2009-07-31T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:52:12.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes and No ONLY</title><content type='html'>I found this on Hubmans Blog and decided to steel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here’s what you’re supposed to do. . . Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, and type in your answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested? No&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn’t like? YES&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? No&lt;br /&gt;Ran a red light? YES&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school? No&lt;br /&gt;Experienced love at first sight? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Totaled your car in an accident? yes&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job? no&lt;br /&gt;Fired somebody? YES&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke? No&lt;br /&gt;Pointed a gun at someone? no&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? YES&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? YES&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain? YES&lt;br /&gt;Had a close brush with death (your own)? no&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die? YES&lt;br /&gt;Played spin-the-bottle? YES&lt;br /&gt;Smoked a cigar? No&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a rooftop? YES&lt;br /&gt;Smuggled something into another country? No&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? no&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school? YES&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a bug? YES&lt;br /&gt;Sleepwalked? No&lt;br /&gt;Walked a moonlit beach? YES&lt;br /&gt;Rode a motorcycle? YES&lt;br /&gt;Dumped someone? YES&lt;br /&gt;Lied to avoid a ticket? YES&lt;br /&gt;Ridden in a helicopter? YES&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head? No&lt;br /&gt;Made your boyfriend/girlfriend cry? YES&lt;br /&gt;Eaten snake? No&lt;br /&gt;Marched/Protested? No&lt;br /&gt;Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? No&lt;br /&gt;Puked on amusement ride? No&lt;br /&gt;Seriously &amp;amp; intentionally boycotted something? No&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? No&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV? no&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun? YES&lt;br /&gt;Skinny-dipped? yes&lt;br /&gt;Gave someone stitches? no&lt;br /&gt;Ridden a surfboard? No&lt;br /&gt;Drank straight from a liquor bottle? YES&lt;br /&gt;Had surgery? YES&lt;br /&gt;Streaked? No&lt;br /&gt;Taken by ambulance to hospital? No&lt;br /&gt;Passed out when not drinking? No&lt;br /&gt;Peed on a bush? no&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood? YES&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed electric fence? YES&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat? No&lt;br /&gt;Killed an animal when not hunting? YES&lt;br /&gt;Peed your pants in public? No&lt;br /&gt;Snuck into a movie without paying? No&lt;br /&gt;Written graffiti? No&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn’t? yes&lt;br /&gt;Been in handcuffs? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love? YES&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on a certain side of the bed? YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh that was fun. Try it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-442083644473342246?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/442083644473342246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=442083644473342246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/442083644473342246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/442083644473342246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-and-no-only.html' title='Yes and No ONLY'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-975848475378844131</id><published>2009-07-28T08:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:47:08.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #197 - Nonsexual Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sm7wXgAfVUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_hv5xXjOQk8/s1600-h/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363488492764484930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sm7wXgAfVUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_hv5xXjOQk8/s320/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The three words that best describe you are &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;flirty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;_&lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;outgoing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The three words that best describe your life are &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;calm&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;quiet&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/u&gt;and&lt;u&gt; &lt;em&gt;routine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your three guilty pleasures are &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;_chocolate,&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;pasta ,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;_ice cream.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The three places you would like to visit before you die are &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;_Paris,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hawaii again,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;_Just the whole US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The three things you would like to do before you die are &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;_find real happiness,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Win Megabucks,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;see my kids financially secure&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-975848475378844131?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/975848475378844131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=975848475378844131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/975848475378844131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/975848475378844131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/07/tmi-tuesday-197-nonsexual-edition.html' title='TMI Tuesday #197 - Nonsexual Edition'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sm7wXgAfVUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_hv5xXjOQk8/s72-c/dw3xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6163170728607050476</id><published>2009-07-27T16:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:24:53.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work talk-funny stuff!?!?!</title><content type='html'>So my maintenance man brings me my sheet on the rentals.&lt;br /&gt;It states mileage, fuel level and condition it was left.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have some students who rent two of my minivans weekly and bring them back on the weekends so I can use for other renters.&lt;br /&gt;I asked that they make sure they are clean and refueled (I supply the gas card to them) when they return them.&lt;br /&gt;My list this am stated one had a 1/4 tank and both were DIRTY. A bottle with tobacco spit in it was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;I emailed the coach to let him know this can't happen.(lucky they were not rented out this weekend)&lt;br /&gt;The students said oh no we left them tidy.&lt;br /&gt;Well the students picked up their vans again this afternoon. Coach calls me to tell me that vans were clean. I don't know if my guy had time to clean or not and he had already left for the day.&lt;br /&gt;The coach has decided that his students must have left the vans unlocked, then someone must have decided to use the vans in the parking lot as a place to party and left them trashed!&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6163170728607050476?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6163170728607050476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6163170728607050476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6163170728607050476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6163170728607050476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-talk-funny-stuff.html' title='Work talk-funny stuff!?!?!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2674931779075038479</id><published>2009-07-15T11:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:30:45.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a story for fun</title><content type='html'>Life is Blah. I post my damn gardens.&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided today to go to fantasy land after reading Hubman I have been inspired. Although he has a better chance of his coming true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needed to come to the office so I could show him how to run the program.&lt;br /&gt;Oh that smile melts me every time.&lt;br /&gt;I have him sit in my chair and instruct him to do as I ask. Click this, now that, you need to put in the info here and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I say, I need you to learn this so you won't need me each time.&lt;br /&gt;Thought to self, &lt;em&gt;I hope you don't learn it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I kneel next to him. We're not alone in the office. But pretty well hidden behind my partition.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to show him how to get to the program. He leans over and whispers in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Can I please touch you. I grin, please do! He slowly runs his hand over my breast. Resting his fingers on my erect nipple and pinching it slightly.&lt;br /&gt;I keep talking and showing him the steps he needs to take.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel a moan come up in my throat. I cover my mouth with my hand.&lt;br /&gt;He grins and stops.&lt;br /&gt;I rest my hand on his leg as I talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on my knees. I can see that just the thought of my mouth taking all of him is getting him aroused. He slides my hand to him and I get a hand full him becoming hard.&lt;br /&gt;My fellow employee leaves. I look at the clock and realize it's her lunch hour. We are alone, behind a locked door........&lt;br /&gt;He quickly pulls me to my feet and flips my skirt above my hips.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling my panties down to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I feel his fingers slide into me gently at first than harder and faster.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrusting my hips to him. I moan with an orgasm. &lt;br /&gt;I hear the zipper of his jeans. I turn and eagerly take him in my mouth. His hands on my head, fingers tangling in my hair thrusting hard and fast. Trying to muffle his own moan as he fills my mouth with his hot gush.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm pulling up my panties I turn and he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think I understand this program I will need to come back a few times for you help. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do I say as he walks out, and turns and gives that smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2674931779075038479?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2674931779075038479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2674931779075038479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2674931779075038479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2674931779075038479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-story-for-fun.html' title='Just a story for fun'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-344984574219360381</id><published>2009-07-06T13:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:09:18.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing them away</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I have decided today to push all the "flirts" away.&lt;br /&gt;Could be the email conversation I had with "new guy" really not so new.&lt;br /&gt;The story started out as just that a story, a fairly tail.&lt;br /&gt;I realized as I wrote it was about someone. He started here over a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;What happened between us NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;He led me on for a very long time. And just stopped dropping by one day.&lt;br /&gt;The last month or so I started hearing some pretty ugly rumors about him.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to confront him. He left his wife for another girl (reconnected when he moved back to the area)&lt;br /&gt;But I also heard he was banging someone within the college.&lt;br /&gt;He begged me to believe him about that not being true.&lt;br /&gt;I do-as he told me he did in fact leave the wife. Gave details as to why-and yes he does or did have a girlfriend. Don't really know what the case may be there now?&lt;br /&gt;Another guy (been coming in for years)who loves to flirt with me came in last week and decided to flirt with my fellow employee so I decided to back off and let him have his fun. Told him to not let me stand in his way. He's freaking out. But, but,,,,,,What ever!&lt;br /&gt;Well he told me about yet another one who is flirty with me. I guess this one has girls all over campus.&lt;br /&gt;Go for it! I confronted him today too. "How's Kelly" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm he stopped talking to me. Good. &lt;br /&gt;I have decided life is better not talking to any of these guys.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to play their childish games. Honestly I guess I'm not better.&lt;br /&gt;I flirt cause I like their attention.&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning over leaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-344984574219360381?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/344984574219360381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=344984574219360381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/344984574219360381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/344984574219360381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/07/pushing-them-away.html' title='Pushing them away'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1817898368349637494</id><published>2009-07-02T12:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:03:30.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fears of getting caught.......</title><content type='html'>......Isn't as great as my argue to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I have ever seen him. He's new to the area. Being brought around to be introduced to all the different depts he will be in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute our hands touched in a greeting "nice to meet you" the sparks flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His green eyes looked they were crackling flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I didn't expect this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day I can't get him off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that tingle he sent through my veins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did that look into his eyes make me shiver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only question was when would I see him again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm I thinking like this. It was probably just me feeling something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I the day ended I went home and tried to sleep but his eyes kept coming back into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I wouldn't get any work done if I allowed this to keep me distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled in got right to answering emails and confirming requests for rentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10am there is a knock at the door. Drawn from my deep concentration I look up to see who was let in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my face flush red, as he smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you he asks? Feeling totally knocked off guard I managed to squeak out a "I'm fine thank you and you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better now" he says with a this smile that was all for me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so what I thought was a pipe dream yesterday wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is now pounding out of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this going to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1817898368349637494?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1817898368349637494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1817898368349637494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1817898368349637494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1817898368349637494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/07/fears-of-getting-caught.html' title='The fears of getting caught.......'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2682917810872351867</id><published>2009-06-30T10:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:30:11.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #193 (rebroadcast)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Skod-uIYcOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9cUL2b4efPg/s1600-h/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353124070455537890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Skod-uIYcOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9cUL2b4efPg/s320/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. How many speeding tickets have you had? Accidents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never got a speeding ticket. One accident. had the car for less than a month. It was July and the windows steamed up. Looked down to find the defrost. Next thing I know telephone pole was scraping along the side of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Boxers, briefs or commando? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the the above. I opt for boy shorts with lace around the legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever had sex in your office or your place of employment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! More than once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you or your so own a motorcycle? Do you ever ride one? Do you wear a helmet when you ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No don't have one. Would ride yes. Would most definitely wear a helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been skinny dipping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I was in high school. With my sister and a bunch of her friends. Co-ed. She was such a bad influence on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2682917810872351867?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2682917810872351867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2682917810872351867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2682917810872351867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2682917810872351867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-193-rebroadcast.html' title='TMI Tuesday #193 (rebroadcast)'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Skod-uIYcOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9cUL2b4efPg/s72-c/dw3xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4924638721795793811</id><published>2009-06-30T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:18:03.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning again!</title><content type='html'>I got back into my spinning class this am after taking months off due to  nerve damage in my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;First of all -Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly-damn my inner thighs hurt already.&lt;br /&gt;That's not a complaint I love the feel of hard worked muscles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4924638721795793811?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4924638721795793811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4924638721795793811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4924638721795793811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4924638721795793811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/spinning-again.html' title='Spinning again!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-3972771687489167874</id><published>2009-06-27T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:09:55.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Run  Away!</title><content type='html'>If were that I easy I would.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running this time.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent too much of my time getting tired of dealing with things and running.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs &amp;amp; marriages.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do bitch about this little bastard! BUT he isn't FUCKING pushing me out of a job I have love and have been doing for 7 years. He has been there for less an 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one that he has pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have it worst. Cause I'm little miss friendly and invite everyone into my world with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;Well the caution light is now flashing! SLOW down. Almost at a stop with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know you people don't really know me. I have times I need to vent. This is what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Things were good for about 2 weeks. He stayed on his side of the office I stayed on my,&lt;br /&gt;Until this last situation. The only thing this did was make the people who did talk to him feel the stabs in the back.&lt;br /&gt;He made his bed. It won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he felt he was being driven out. This Weasel you have done all on your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-3972771687489167874?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/3972771687489167874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=3972771687489167874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3972771687489167874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3972771687489167874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/run-away.html' title='Run  Away!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2221943557346637000</id><published>2009-06-26T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:30:18.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT TO HELL IS HE THINKING?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>DS was confronted by my supervisor 'cause she was told he was talked to by BB (big boss) her supervisor. I had my meeting-I was told DS would also be called in, behind closed doors as I was. She assumed the same happened with him. But that DS called the meeting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well keep in mind the DS and BB have children that are going to be marry.&lt;br /&gt;Well BB told my super that he and DS had the talk. She confronted DS. Come to find out he saw him in the local drug store and cornered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah nice I get pulled behind closed doors- they have a chat in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;"Please understand DS Spin doesn't want you as a friend" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DS starts all over AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;He thought I would give in and be "his friend"?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Asked for a hug and actually started coming at me with open arms????&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed! If anything it's worse now! Get to hell away from me!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah to say the least I'm PISSED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2221943557346637000?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2221943557346637000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2221943557346637000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2221943557346637000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2221943557346637000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-to-hell-is-he-thinking.html' title='WHAT TO HELL IS HE THINKING?!?!?!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4731531452508213328</id><published>2009-06-24T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:36:50.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys help me out?!?!??!</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just these damn New Englanders-No offense Hubman. You're not included in this.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems the guys I am around are,,,,,Hmmmm I don't know???&lt;br /&gt;Playing games. I thought we women were the only ones to play games.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's spring fever.&lt;br /&gt;They are like wild animals and looking to Breed.&lt;br /&gt;The mating game! That's it! It's such a rural.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. It's starts with emails. Days later they may stop in to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;Emails again about the conversation that went on when they stopped in.&lt;br /&gt;They never really make any serious passes. Just testing the waters I guess.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of all this. We will all be together on Friday at our big "ole company picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you have the ones who will talk on email-but they won't say boo at the picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Ha I love this place. Really I do. Cause I know their game....&lt;br /&gt;Guess I just need to know why do they talk about what they like and then in the very next email "I'm a good boy now" &lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's fine with me. I'm being a good girl too. At least in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;My blog world is a different story that they will never now about if I can help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4731531452508213328?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4731531452508213328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4731531452508213328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4731531452508213328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4731531452508213328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/guys-help-me-out.html' title='Guys help me out?!?!??!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8224148113954757387</id><published>2009-06-23T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:23:17.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP THE MADDNESS!</title><content type='html'>I have a dear dear friend who has tried so hard to help me.&lt;br /&gt;It's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to put a rubber band on my wrist and each time I started or got involved in gossip to snap the rubber band. DAMN! I had one hell of a red wrist!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I still deal with it and sometimes get involved. I'm so much more aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away!&lt;br /&gt;I got in a HUGE fight with a fellow employee, because of it this am. He wanted to see if talking to me (about the other door) would get a reaction. Well it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All weekend with my family, the evenings with my hubby, come back to work and get it here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any where at all that this shit does NOT happen?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it. I just don't want to be a part of it. But there is no reprieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8224148113954757387?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8224148113954757387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8224148113954757387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8224148113954757387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8224148113954757387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-maddness.html' title='STOP THE MADDNESS!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-342383667082826424</id><published>2009-06-12T06:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:13:43.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fill in's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;#128&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SjI0UOxBnpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9RDxk4m_hl4/s1600-h/3200015130_75bc9a0408_o.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346393229807951506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SjI0UOxBnpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9RDxk4m_hl4/s320/3200015130_75bc9a0408_o.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I grew up thinking &lt;u&gt;I would never grow old, ha jokes on me, surprise!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;My yahoo mail&lt;/u&gt; was the last website I was at before coming here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why don't you &lt;u&gt;just go back to your desk and leave me alone&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;Having a glass of wine and sex&lt;/u&gt; helps me relax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanks for the &lt;u&gt;people in my life who stand by me no matter how bad it/I get&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;u&gt; Having someone beg you to be their friend and not taking no for an answer &lt;/u&gt;very off-putting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a &lt;u&gt;sunny beautiful weekend&lt;/u&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;u&gt;relaxing and maybe going to the races&lt;/u&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;u&gt;be a good girl and go to church and then come home and watch a naughty movie!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry not my best still stressing abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-342383667082826424?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/342383667082826424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=342383667082826424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/342383667082826424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/342383667082826424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-fill-ins-128.html' title='Friday fill in&apos;s'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SjI0UOxBnpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9RDxk4m_hl4/s72-c/3200015130_75bc9a0408_o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8320698995768432955</id><published>2009-06-11T13:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:49:54.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is funny?!?!?</title><content type='html'>One door closes and a door that closed months ago, reopens.&lt;br /&gt;Within a 24 hour period.&lt;br /&gt;Heart feels a tug from the closed door. But I won't try and push it open.&lt;br /&gt;The other door that I haven't tried to push open.&lt;br /&gt;Reopened all on it's own today, not one little nudge from me.&lt;br /&gt;Will it stay open? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Take what your given and enjoy it for the time you have it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short not to.&lt;br /&gt;Complete Surprise! heart went bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;Smile spread across my face.&lt;br /&gt;Life does go on........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8320698995768432955?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8320698995768432955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8320698995768432955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8320698995768432955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8320698995768432955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-funny.html' title='Life is funny?!?!?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8435231170057816046</id><published>2009-06-09T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:50:01.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Until I'm blue in the face!</title><content type='html'>I have told a fellow employee I will not be his friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone over this many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to me Friday and tried again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we went over it and over it. Monday he came to me AGAIN!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I say work issues ONLY! He's very cleaver! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds things that are work related to find a way to talk to me. He came to me about a person who signed off on a driver test and asked if I knew who they were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually emails me the mileage on rentals he uses for testing-today he has to come and asked if he could just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER in my life had anyone EVER want to be part of my life as much as he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does! &lt;br /&gt;He wants to do everything I do. &lt;br /&gt;He joined my work out class-didn't last long thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;He took his father-in-law to my hairdresser!&lt;br /&gt;He wants to starting going camping.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to join WW-He weighs 138 lbs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went to show my female fellow employee a dress in a catalog he ripped it from my hands before she had a chance to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this all sounds catty but I am at my wits end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting scary! Restraining order?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8435231170057816046?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8435231170057816046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8435231170057816046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8435231170057816046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8435231170057816046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/until-im-blue-in-face.html' title='Until I&apos;m blue in the face!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6127441123706145309</id><published>2009-06-08T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:38:06.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday fill in update...</title><content type='html'>Well I did sit on my porch and have my wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made an awesome dinner of grilled chicken, tossed baby greens, grilled summer and zuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bark, bark, bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get much sun it was nice out but I was gladly helping the kids move 1.9 miles down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to church-back to the kids new place with lunch and help with cleaning, unpacking, painting. Yes, I was invited. She stopped by first thing and asked for her moms help. I stayed and helped out as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did bake but not until about 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually pretty good. I only ate one fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookie. YUMMY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6127441123706145309?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6127441123706145309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6127441123706145309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6127441123706145309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6127441123706145309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-fill-in-update.html' title='Friday fill in update...'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-5232294360338632253</id><published>2009-06-05T11:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:14:46.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a good idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sik_xmoamOI/AAAAAAAAATo/hkkM3PZlg7c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872554268006626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sik_xmoamOI/AAAAAAAAATo/hkkM3PZlg7c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; I stole this idea from Hubman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Better than my whining. So two post today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And...here we go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I can't wait to get&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. My favorite thing for dinner lately has been &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salads, pasta&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;green leaf potato you name it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3&lt;em&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; When I get great sex I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bark! bark! bark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. A nice long walk &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;helps keep my ass in better shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I would love to hear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;some good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. When all is said and done,&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;things will get better&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cooking a nice dinner and sitting on my porch with a glass of wine&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;working in my gardens and getting some sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and Sunday, I want to&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to church and come and bake chocolate chip cookies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to Hubman I'm glad I read your blog today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-5232294360338632253?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/5232294360338632253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=5232294360338632253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5232294360338632253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5232294360338632253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-good-idea.html' title='What a good idea'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/Sik_xmoamOI/AAAAAAAAATo/hkkM3PZlg7c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-7064820479741457594</id><published>2009-06-05T08:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:36:14.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still looking....</title><content type='html'>I'm looking for my happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized last night how I allow people to walk all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a comment a blogger wrote on day I printed off and tacked to my partition as a reminder. Sits right in front of my face. It states&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; "No-one else is living your life except you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;" Isn't that the greatest!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I need to make it bigger. As I have not been following this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I allow people to use me use me use me.&lt;/span&gt; My child is the best at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows right where that guilt button is and pushes it ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told a very good companion last night. I have NO-ONE but me to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my 3 old twins everything they wanted when I left their father. I didn't want them to want for anything. And they didn't! What kinda mother leaves a child's daddy. Oh we had joint custody. They got to see him as much as me. But even before they knew what guilt was I taught them. "Oh your sad? You miss daddy. Let mommy fix that and buy you a toy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shower this am at the gym. I'm thinking how am I going to deal with D (nosey) this am.&lt;br /&gt;If he asks me how my WW meeting went. I will just say "Lets please keep our conversations to work and not my personal life. It's like he knows when to NOT speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;He said NOTHING. Yes this good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another one of those things. When he does ask it will throw me off guard and I forget how to say it without sound harsh. Or fear of sounding harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents raised me and my 4 siblings to speak when you're spoke to. Never talk back. And if you don't have anything good to say don't say it.&lt;br /&gt;So I still keep my mouth shut to those who I have a difficult time with.&lt;br /&gt;Better that way right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this because I'm allowing him, D ruin my contentment.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on like this. How do I STOP!??!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-7064820479741457594?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/7064820479741457594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=7064820479741457594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7064820479741457594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7064820479741457594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-looking.html' title='Still looking....'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-344051459035425028</id><published>2009-06-02T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:54:57.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #189 - Dating edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SiU5QpYflNI/AAAAAAAAATA/b5Ydw_WyIsU/s1600-h/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342739491094238418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SiU5QpYflNI/AAAAAAAAATA/b5Ydw_WyIsU/s320/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. What was the last movie you saw on a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmmm you mean before marriage? I don't recall?? But I do remember a guy taking me to a XXX movie. Used to have them right here in my town at Midnight. Young 19 y/r he was I think mid 20's never thought I be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. What was the last meal you had on a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember what desert was. Evil grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. When was the last time you made out in the car on a date? More?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's was at the drive in movies! I was 17 he was 151/2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Using a dating websites do you think you are more likely to find a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hook%20up"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"hook up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would have to say a hook up. Are any of them really looking for a "relationship"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Do you have any special "first" date rituals? Flowers, certain restaurant, ect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nope can't say as I do. Just a date would be nice......&lt;/span&gt; Been way too long. Hmmm nice dinner a movie,,,, ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BONUS QUESTION: Do you believe in sex on the first date? Can a relationship bloom if you have sex on the first date?Happy TMI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure go for the sex it'll end up being the first and last date I believe. Why pay for any more dinners when you get what you want the first time.&lt;br /&gt;That is unless you were amazing the first time. BUT who are we fooling we all know the first time you don't know what he likes. Chances are you're done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-344051459035425028?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/344051459035425028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=344051459035425028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/344051459035425028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/344051459035425028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-189-dating-edition.html' title='TMI Tuesday #189 - Dating edition'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SiU5QpYflNI/AAAAAAAAATA/b5Ydw_WyIsU/s72-c/dw3xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2300094030134640494</id><published>2009-06-02T08:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:10:40.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab those little things!!!</title><content type='html'>Sitting at the light last night on my way home. On the cell chatting with my daughter about dinner. I look to the left lane and see the most beautiful big black lab in the back of this little blue car. I just gaze, thinking what a gorgeous dog. Suddenly I see a hand come up under the chin of the dog. I look to the front seat and see the driver looking at me and giving me a huge grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I smile back and turn to watch the light. Still red crap! I can feel the flush on my cheeks. I look again and now there's a golden lab! He has 3 dogs! Yup still giving me that huge grin. I have to say it made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub just told me a few nights ago, that he notices people looking at me. See I still see myself the 45 lbs heavier. He always tells me when we're out and about. "Hey that guy just checked out your ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say these are the moments I need to remember. It makes me feel pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing I was reading blogs this am and &lt;a href="http://rumblingsandbumblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rumblingsandbumblings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; had a dream and she asks "Any dream analysis people out there??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of weird ones, BUT the one that really stands out for me.&lt;br /&gt;These two guys come to us looking to get money to fund some guns. As there church is putting a wild game dinner and they need to go out and hunt the wild game. (This isn't even close to the work I do???)&lt;br /&gt;But anyway to make a long dream short. They are leaving and Nosey jumps up and positions himself to be frisked?? So the guy is like ok?!?!?! And frisks him. Than my alarm went off.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2300094030134640494?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2300094030134640494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2300094030134640494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2300094030134640494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2300094030134640494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/06/grab-those-little-things.html' title='Grab those little things!!!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-3132248040460595638</id><published>2009-05-30T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:25:51.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home....</title><content type='html'>Just got home from a week of camping.&lt;br /&gt;It was so enjoyable.  I had my days to myself. Sure it rained 1/2 the time. But it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;I ran, I read, I watched movies, I baked.&lt;br /&gt;The best part, I had NO computer!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what was going on at my job accept for a text or two filling me in.&lt;br /&gt;I come home and decided to check my email-bad news! Nosey has decided to pull his resignation!&lt;br /&gt;Boss wants to pull me for a private meeting. I think she thinks I will start looking.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job I really do. I just can't stand my surroundings. I won't leave.&lt;br /&gt;My fear is, she will tell me I have to befriend him. I sure as hell hope not. That won't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we can't come home and keep that happy relaxed fun feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Why does reality have to slap you in the face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-3132248040460595638?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/3132248040460595638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=3132248040460595638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3132248040460595638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3132248040460595638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/05/home.html' title='Home....'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-5044518789584030153</id><published>2009-05-21T12:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:59:04.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When will I feel your arms around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your warm breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as your soft lips brush across it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for my lips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-5044518789584030153?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/5044518789584030153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=5044518789584030153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5044518789584030153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5044518789584030153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-5349730532310895053</id><published>2009-05-12T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:15:13.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanta</title><content type='html'>I really really wanta write.&lt;br /&gt;BUT it seems all I have right now is negative&lt;br /&gt;There are some positives but,&lt;br /&gt;I can't even seem to begin to know what they are....&lt;br /&gt;I feel blinded by the sour things. &lt;br /&gt;They are pulling me into a big black hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-5349730532310895053?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/5349730532310895053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=5349730532310895053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5349730532310895053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5349730532310895053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanta.html' title='Wanta'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4276521805167236971</id><published>2009-05-09T07:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:01:42.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama always said,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>If you don't have anything good to say don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll be quiet now. Cause all I wanta is cry and have a number of times.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully something good will come along real soon.&lt;br /&gt;Until then................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4276521805167236971?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4276521805167236971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4276521805167236971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4276521805167236971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4276521805167236971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/05/mama-always-said.html' title='Mama always said,,,,,,'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-7182492361110232724</id><published>2009-05-06T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:48:16.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wonder??</title><content type='html'>All those who pass by and don't leave any comments.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder what they think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder how those who do leave comments think you?&lt;br /&gt;I have opened up a few times.&lt;br /&gt;I have made on line friends.&lt;br /&gt;I write and wonder if I pull them closer or push them away?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say thanks to you all.&lt;br /&gt;For reading.&lt;br /&gt;For leaving comments.&lt;br /&gt;For sending me emails.&lt;br /&gt;Being very kind.&lt;br /&gt;A GREAT BIG THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-7182492361110232724?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/7182492361110232724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=7182492361110232724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7182492361110232724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7182492361110232724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Do you ever wonder??'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2339176016707106905</id><published>2009-05-05T06:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:37:04.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I??</title><content type='html'>That is a good question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honesty don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear skin cancer I still tan in a tanning bed every spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear STD's but I didn't have safe sex when I was being naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear being found out with my on line fun. Doesn't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the attention of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get talked about and get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate gossip! If you want to talk about me fine. BUT make sure you have the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flirt does this mean I ask for it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more male friends than female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking for MYSELF only-I'm a bitch! I have days I don't speak to those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold a grudge. You bite me I bite back then withdrawal and won't speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my teeth have a small gap right in the front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do Weight Watchers. I fear I will gain the weight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told a couple of weeks ago I was a lot fatter than I said my weight was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 5lbs that week. Still losing this week. I don't lie about my weight. I will proudly tell anyone who ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love knowing I could meet the goal of the national average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people thinking I'm FAT-I have a goal to get to the point I was when I was told I was TOO thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear going old and getting wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up on farms my whole child hood. I was not the popular girl in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now called one of the high maintenance girls in the locker room at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosey feels I'm the popular one here in the office and I control what everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did this happen???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had affairs in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will ever be faithful. I want to be. The guilt kills me but doesn't stop me. I like the danger, the newness, the attention. I'm sure there is so much more that draws me to others.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2339176016707106905?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2339176016707106905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2339176016707106905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2339176016707106905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2339176016707106905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I??'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-6430353479038281506</id><published>2009-04-10T08:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:11:31.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is not fun right now!</title><content type='html'>I come into a boss who is having problems with her 13 year old. She has decided school isn't her thing. So she hasn't gone pretty much the whole school year.&lt;br /&gt;Been in the hospital to be checked out, came out a monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke down yesterday (boss) I think they heard her six doors down.&lt;br /&gt;Her hubby lost his job. Yes it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for her I really really do. But I don't want to hear about the whole day all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have both my kids (21y/o-twins) moved back home and the daughters BF. It's costing me a hell of a lot more in bills.&lt;br /&gt;I don't cry and whine about it day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a client e-mail and tell me she left the gas card I provide them with in the car. So I skipped out and grabbed it. OMG! The car is disgusting!!!&lt;br /&gt;Food containers, chewed gum in wrappers, dirty tissues. Unreal! I came back into find that this car has been recorded as dirty since March 16th. And nothing has been done.&lt;br /&gt;My maintenance man doesn't like to clean the ones that are Avis, they get left with me to use.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it?!?!?! It's your job whether it's my Vox rental or the borrowed Avis rental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I feel like I'm being used at work and outside of work. Yes at least I get paid for the job. I keep my mouth shut on all accounts. Life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-6430353479038281506?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/6430353479038281506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=6430353479038281506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6430353479038281506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/6430353479038281506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-is-not-fun-right-now.html' title='Work is not fun right now!'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8490839917038943144</id><published>2009-03-30T13:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:04:16.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did something dumb</title><content type='html'>I don't even know if I will post this.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I have to get it off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;It's eating at me. I'm so angry at myself for doing this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I did it cause I want him to know he can trust NO ONE-or because I want him to know, I know he's lying to me???? Is he? Or is BM?&lt;br /&gt;Well any of you who have been with me know how badly I have been crushing on RB.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't said much about him lately, cause I heard shit. Not from him but from BM (mentioned in score card). I have tried so hard to just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Nope couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I could not get RB off my mind this weekend (probably cause he saw me in the parking lot on Friday and stopped me and we talked) I hadn't seen him in 3 weeks, before this. So I sent him an email. Pretty much asking what he wanted from me.&lt;br /&gt;I got to work Monday and decided that it's none of my business whats going on in his life. "Move on!" I keep telling myself. Same thing many others have told me too. Sorry I didn't listen to ya all!&lt;br /&gt;I should have left it at that. Nope not Spin! She feels her heart has been ripped out so she has to cause shit.&lt;br /&gt;I tell him I heard things. And I would like to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;He of course wants to know what I heard. I told him not over email.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be face to face. I want to see if it's true or not. I think I can tell by his facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to see him. He'll lie, about this one thing I know he will.&lt;br /&gt;I know he's leaving his wife. He did tell me that. That was part of what I heard. Why does this guy have such a hold on me???? Why can't I just move on.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I told him for the 100th time today "good bye" maybe this one will stick.&lt;br /&gt;I need some serious help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8490839917038943144?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8490839917038943144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8490839917038943144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8490839917038943144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8490839917038943144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-something-dumb.html' title='I did something dumb'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-7492966198305097717</id><published>2009-03-27T06:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:05:23.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Neck Country</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at the light last night talking on my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling the person on the other end that I lived in the back woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok, I'm true New Englander, but I don't live in the back woods. I don't chew tobacco and don't have a front tooth missing. I haven't cashed in my wedding band and diamond to get mud tires for my jeep. And My brother-law isn't also my grandfather. My Christmas have been taken down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to show you what I do live with I had to take this picture! A True Red Neck Truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/ScywpTyHCmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PxeLvKY3GSI/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317819483749288546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/ScywpTyHCmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PxeLvKY3GSI/s320/Picture+007.jpg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW-I'm a Yankees fan. Not many of us in my area. I have always stood out from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just one of my many ways I try to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some SWEET news the other day! Hubby came home and asked if I would like to take an all expenses paid trip to Mohegan Sun Casino?!?!?!? Hell yeah! The only real gambling I ever did was on a carnival cruise ship 20 years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotels.com/property.do?mtnHotelID=205111&amp;amp;displayAd=false&amp;amp;PSRC=G21&amp;amp;mcid=G21.G53000940.mohegan%20sun.exact&amp;amp;gclid=CNam0K_6wpkCFc5L5QodZ1kMtg"&gt;http://www.hotels.com/property.do?mtnHotelID=205111&amp;amp;displayAd=false&amp;amp;PSRC=G21&amp;amp;mcid=G21.G53000940.mohegan%20sun.exact&amp;amp;gclid=CNam0K_6wpkCFc5L5QodZ1kMtg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YUP! I'm staying there. For one night, with a king size bed. There better be some action!Mmmmmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubby has loyally worked for a tire company for 29 years. Actually 30 this July. His boss asked if he would like to go to the big tire convention happening. He has already paid for our room, gave us extra cash on the guest room credit card. He's now talking that he is going to give us cash for gas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;April 18th and 19th gonna go see how money I can lose! Yippee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.hotels.com/property.do?mtnHotelID=205111&amp;amp;displayAd=false&amp;amp;PSRC=G21&amp;amp;mcid=G21.G53000940.mohegan%20sun.exact&amp;amp;gclid=CNam0K_6wpkCFc5L5QodZ1kMtg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-7492966198305097717?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/7492966198305097717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=7492966198305097717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7492966198305097717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/7492966198305097717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-neck-country.html' title='Red Neck Country'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/ScywpTyHCmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PxeLvKY3GSI/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-5650654149635155766</id><published>2009-03-24T08:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:31:35.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off....</title><content type='html'>Wasn't a whole lot of fun. I'm just taking time to use time so I don't lose it, in June our new fiscal year.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to hook up with SL. I went to the town I was supposed to meet him in earlier then I was supposed to be there. My daughter decided to stay home from school. So I rushed out of the house before she came down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I called him he said this would be ok he could meet me in an hour. So I went to the store and purchased the new chairs I was looking for. Figuring this would be enough time. When I called him I was 30 minutes away from the town.&lt;br /&gt;Well I texted him when I finished my shopping. No reply. I go to another store in this nasty little town killing time. I still don't hear from him. I text again. I'm leaving.....&lt;br /&gt;I get to the first exit pull off the park and ride. Text again. Still nothing. We're talking over 2 hours now.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he calls I'm 5 miles from home. He tells me to turn around and come back.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't. For many reasons I won't go into. Well I'm not sure we're talking anymore....He told me that I was willing to take the risk with others and not him. That I didn't think that the benefits with him were worth the risk. RP's name kept coming up. Whom I have not been with in over 2 years. (we are still friends)&lt;br /&gt;I get off the phone with him I get a text from RP. Are you ok? You haven't talked to me since I told you about the rumors. I told him I write back every time he writes. So he got mad and said if I left it up to him to call me every time we won't talk. I guess that's kinda what I secretly want. But I also like the attention. I like knowing I'm wanted......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-5650654149635155766?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/5650654149635155766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=5650654149635155766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5650654149635155766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/5650654149635155766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-off.html' title='A day off....'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4742424822204576324</id><published>2009-03-11T16:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:31:46.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to talk about?</title><content type='html'>I still have nothing......&lt;br /&gt;I drank too much last night as hubby tried to get the sink in and put three dents in it with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably the only one who will notice. It's not bad. It's just the fact it happened.....&lt;br /&gt;Got WW tonight. Feeling pretty tired. Would be so easy to blow it off.&lt;br /&gt;I can't I will go....&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stop at the local Sears on my way home from WW and buy hubby a new jigsaw as he has more counter top to cut for some shelving.&lt;br /&gt;Not very nice words coming out of his mouth last night as he tried to get the piece of crap one he has now to work.&lt;br /&gt;Spring is on the way. Had 12 deer run through the back yard two nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw less deer. Only about 5 or 6, I stopped in the drive way and yelled up at them. They stopped in their tracks and watched me as I talked to them. That was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Burned my chest in the tanning bed. My salon wasn't open she is there when she feels like it. Went to another place and they let me in for 6 minutes. That was enough as I'm a bit burned on my chest today. Guess she wasn't lying when she said their beds are much stronger. It took until about 10 am today to show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4742424822204576324?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4742424822204576324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4742424822204576324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4742424822204576324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4742424822204576324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-to-talk-about.html' title='What to talk about?'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2615497208870191144</id><published>2009-03-04T11:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:22:54.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say DAY FROM HELL</title><content type='html'>I feel like crap,,,,,having my second nasty cold in a two week period. NOT FAIR....&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I sat here at my desk could hardly hold up my head.&lt;br /&gt;Today I head out the door at 5:30am to go work out. Hubby says are you sure you want to go to work? I can walk. I go. Guess I should have stayed in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I was leaving the gym I watch the on coming traffic waiting to pull out. All traffic gone, pull out suddenly I have a car scrapping down the side of my front bumper. How to hell did I not see this car??? It's beyond me??? She pulls over I get out of my jeep and must have said I'm sorry 100 times. She says I don't want to report this. "what?" Nah we're both having a bad day......&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the cops to come knocking. I was ready to call the police and do the whole report. I have witnesses it wasn't a hit and run. My instructor and her hubby were two cars back. Saw me get out and talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Is she driving without a license?? No insurance??? What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day is still young. The Ease dropper comes to me this morning and says I want to tell you sorry. Starts in on his blah blah. I stop him. What are you talking about. I'm thinking he is going to say something about the gent that lost his mom. Oh you know the other day. When you assumed I said you share porn with the office and not me. I lost it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I assumed NOTHING! You said, geeezz I never get anything all the jokes, virus' and porn you don't share with me.....I let him have it!&lt;br /&gt;So today after already telling me 16 times he was sorry, he had to bring it up again.&lt;br /&gt;He pretty much accused me of telling every one in the office not to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;He is upset cause he has lashed out at me one too many times. So I decided to stop talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;I will talk work related stuff with him. But don't try to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Am I sounding bitchy? Probably, sorry he has bit me too many times. I don't want to get into it. Way too much junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was being discussed when R decides to come for a visit. Too much drama for him. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he thinks I bring it on myself.....Not sure he wants to talk to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my salon. I asked for the same deal she has given me the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Buy one month get the second free.&lt;br /&gt;See when I get stressed (will pretty much an emotion)I get flushed all across my chest. When I tan this doesn't show up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm maybe I do too much bitching. I guess I should really find something new to talk about. I'm open to suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good blogger buddy tells me he needs to take a break.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel you want to crawl in a hole????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2615497208870191144?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2615497208870191144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2615497208870191144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2615497208870191144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2615497208870191144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-say-day-from-hell.html' title='Can you say DAY FROM HELL'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-4577260042141606321</id><published>2009-03-03T08:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:29:39.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ease dropping</title><content type='html'>One thing I can't stand are people who ease drop on conversations and then butt into the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is going to get me trouble today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asked a question by my boss. He answers for me! This is happening WAY TOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a bit pissy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me the question again and I reply with "I don't know, why don't you ask D"&lt;br /&gt;Does he get the hint??? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a dear friend (works here at the college) stopped by. His mom passed away right before I went on vacation. First time I had a chance to speak to him was yesterday. I talked to him and told him I was sorry for his loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss comes out and also talks to him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one conversation that D decides not to ease drop on.....&lt;br /&gt;He pipes up and says "Hey how's your mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb ass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes to me later in the day and says. "oh I didn't realize she passed away."&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty mean and told him he ease drops on all the conversations how could he possibility miss this one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pretty happy, get along with everyone person.&lt;br /&gt;He makes it impossible for anyone to like him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad to know I'm not the only one, who can't stand working with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-4577260042141606321?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/4577260042141606321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=4577260042141606321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4577260042141606321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/4577260042141606321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/03/ease-dropping.html' title='Ease dropping'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-82702355427875918</id><published>2009-03-02T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:28:19.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I being played?????</title><content type='html'>Damn I so easy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 2 year affair. I broke it off. Got too scary, feelings and all getting mixed up with the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over text at that.......He texts this am.&lt;br /&gt;Started out talking about weight. He was my old WW buddy.&lt;br /&gt;He says he kept some of the weight off this last time around. I told him I could use him back with me in WW.&lt;br /&gt;He asks is that the only way I can get you?&lt;br /&gt;He goes on to tell me how much he likes it when it's just us, that its very hard for him to share me with others.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't seen each other in months. He says he has tried to put me out of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;He can't do it anymore he misses us.&lt;br /&gt;I asked if he was playing me, he says no and please trust me.&lt;br /&gt;This is a guy who doesn't fall in love. He goes on to tell me there are some things you can't control and the heart wants what the heart wants.&lt;br /&gt;He wishes it could be just us. He has never said that.....He wants me to tell him what to do where to go from here. &lt;br /&gt;I told him I don't want to lose his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I can't give him more than that....We will end up where we left off. It is too dangerous! There's more it just keeps going on how he can't stop thinking about my soft lips.... He's good!&lt;br /&gt;Damn I can't, I can't take that road again. Yes it was fun, but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-82702355427875918?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/82702355427875918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=82702355427875918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/82702355427875918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/82702355427875918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-being-played.html' title='Am I being played?????'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-8909381662034126996</id><published>2009-02-28T10:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:07:40.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of a new stroy</title><content type='html'>I promised someone I would write a new story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, need some time to get it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to have some phone sex this am, but mom called and was stopping by with dad.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen dad since this summer.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have been with me for some time, you know dad has just recently come back into my life after 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;Had to take him over phone sex, even though I will get to see him again tonight as we're all going to the same retirement party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my brain is on staining broads for the new kitchen, sanding and vanishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon hoping to have a good story. In a car with the sound of trains roaring down the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a blogger friend.  I'm sorry.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-8909381662034126996?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/8909381662034126996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=8909381662034126996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8909381662034126996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/8909381662034126996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-of-new-stroy.html' title='Time of a new stroy'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2602896809685055041</id><published>2009-02-13T16:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:11:51.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, if you can call it that...</title><content type='html'>Gonna be home all next week with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;Gutting the old kitchen and putting in a new one!&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;We're doing all the work. Going to be some long days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;I will be bummed as I won't get ouy here much.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been out here much this week.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tie up all the loose ends.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have finally got to a point of feeling like I can leave tonight on time and feel good I got everything done!&lt;br /&gt;Happy week to you all.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post pic's when all is done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2602896809685055041?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2602896809685055041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2602896809685055041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2602896809685055041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2602896809685055041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/02/vacation-if-you-can-call-it-that.html' title='Vacation, if you can call it that...'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-692063512909577471</id><published>2009-02-12T12:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:55:48.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May be an older post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asecretfreak.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Secret Desires&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;did a post and it made me think of this poem I found in a magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I keep it, to remind myself that I don't have to have the perfect perky boobs and skinny ass, to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desirable&lt;/span&gt;. By the way Secret you are very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My butt is big and round&lt;br /&gt;Like the letter C&lt;br /&gt;And ten thousand lunges have made it rounder.&lt;br /&gt;But no smaller and that’s just fine.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a space heater for my side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;It’s my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ambassador&lt;/span&gt; to those&lt;br /&gt;who walk behind me.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a border collie that herds skinny&lt;br /&gt;Women away from the best deals at&lt;br /&gt;Clothing sales.&lt;br /&gt;My butt is big and that’s just fine&lt;br /&gt;and those who might scorn it&lt;br /&gt;are invited to kiss it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-692063512909577471?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/692063512909577471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=692063512909577471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/692063512909577471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/692063512909577471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/02/may-be-older-post.html' title='May be an older post'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-3276684213245185870</id><published>2009-02-09T10:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:38:14.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Talk Meme (Firsts)</title><content type='html'>Rules to Isabella's Naughty Meme of Firsts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Please post these at the beginning of your meme.&lt;br /&gt;2. Please include a link to &lt;a href="http://sex-talking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sex Talk For Men&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. Please include as many sordid details in your answers as possible -- if you haven't got any, make them up!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. First French kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was 14. It was in my cousins bedroom don't really remember it being all that good. Don't even remember the guys name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. First boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First boyfriend? Hmmmm. Lets see. I thought he was my boyfriend. Found out years later he was doinking my sister. I wouldn't would give it up. She's 4 years older. We grew up in the country not many farm boys to go around had to share I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. First type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farm boy! Nothing like that farmers tan. Oh ok. That's all I had for choices.&lt;br /&gt;I would come to what I called "the city" to visit my cousin and these guys she would try to hook me up with were all jocks. They didn't care for the unpolished farm girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. First time you had sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It was awful. I will never forget as long as I live. His name was Howie! Yeah Howie. Don't forget I was a farm girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I have my sister to blame for this. I was at her house which was less than a mile from my house. I was 15 she was 19 living with her boyfriend. Well Howie came for visit and my sister invited him to stay the night with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;At bed time she tossed out a condom and said have fun. Well he did! I hated it. Hurt like hell and it was all about him. I remember him pumping so hard he pushed me up the wall. NASTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. First celebrity crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cassidy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. First sexual fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to squirt, I want to be thrown gently of course up against a wall. Hands held over my head and have a guy grab my leg pulling it up onto his hip and finger me until I squirt all over the place. I don't it to stop there. I want him to fuck me hard and fast. Like it's the first and last time we'll be together. I want him to grab my hair and pull me down to his cock and show me just what he wants me to do. Driver his cock deep in my throat until he cums. Yeah! That's mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. First person you fell in love with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Eric, I honestly thought I would marry him. Again my sister had a part in this. I went to visit her. New town years after the first one. And she invited the farmhand to dinner. He worked with her hubby. He came over for pizza. I was 21 he was 26. Didn't know at that time he was a virgin. We dated for a couple of years. He was beautiful. Turned out to be a logger. Strong beautiful guy. I still think of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. First proper sex toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;was with my second hubby he bought a double headed dildo. I still have it still use it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I would have to say my favorite is still the silver bullet I got for Christmas from a male fellow employee. yup you read that right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. First porn video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a porn movie? We had midnight movies back in the day. Met this guy when I was 19 he was cutting trees along the road. I hooked up with him had wild sex in the woods. He took me to the XXX movie. Tried to get me to jack him off in the theater. No. I didn't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. First sexy lingerie item/sexy briefs owned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my honeymoon a purple little number that fasten at the crotch. Silk &amp;amp; lace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. First time giving oral.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe it was with Rusty. We would go camping under the stars in the family apple orchard. My mom married his grandfather. Didn't swallow back then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. First time getting oral.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't remember Rusty even going down om me. I would have to say it was the tree guy. He taught me a lot about sex. All though I was 26 before I had my first orgasm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. First one night stand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you went out with the guy a few times and after many dates you have sex. But only the one time. Does that count?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. First dirty book/dirty mag read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My cousin R used to keep them under his bed. He would share. I used to love to read the story. Get myself all worked up and no one to help my out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thanks smile I enjoyed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I think I will pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Siranneals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Autumn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Secret Desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Breezes through the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-3276684213245185870?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/3276684213245185870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=3276684213245185870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3276684213245185870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3276684213245185870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/02/sex-talk-meme-firsts.html' title='Sex Talk Meme (Firsts)'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-3253669511775750192</id><published>2009-02-07T09:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:23:17.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>I have nothing......&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe there is nothing going on in this brain today.&lt;br /&gt;Well there is something. BUT I don't want to talk about it. I'm not going to whine this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I will tell you how after almost 10 years we are finally going to gut my NASTY kitchen and rebuild! YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and post some before and after pic's, pretty embarrassed about the before.&lt;br /&gt;This will be the week of Feb 16th. Hubby and I do it all ourselves. So I won't see much you (if at all) that week. It will be some very long days. We'll be together 24/7. Good thing we get along.&lt;br /&gt;We have managed to do every room in our early 1900, 9 room house without fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Well not every room,  still have a room the daughter and boyfriend are using, adjacent to her bed room as the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Is it Jan yet? They are moving out in Jan.....OH they didn't say what Jan. Snicker snicker.&lt;br /&gt;I okay with it. Hubby's getting a bit strained. Puts strain on us................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey how about that I found something in that mess behind my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;NO! I'm not whining about the strain to the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Just stating a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to get something done now.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-3253669511775750192?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/3253669511775750192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=3253669511775750192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3253669511775750192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/3253669511775750192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-618272625147303678</id><published>2009-02-06T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:53:44.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I have had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nasty&lt;/span&gt; cold all week.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's Friday I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;Problem is I can't shut my mouth today.&lt;br /&gt;The smart ass remarks are running out.&lt;br /&gt;No stopping them. Stop it SPIN!&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a big meeting Monday at 2:30 to 4:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the chopping block.&lt;br /&gt;Been down this road once before many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;My boss was nice enough to tell me to jump ship before hand.&lt;br /&gt;I few months later the whole place closed down and everyone was out of job.&lt;br /&gt;I went to banking. Had a job before I got laid off. Thanks Mr boss man.&lt;br /&gt;No one is talking with one........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-618272625147303678?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/618272625147303678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=618272625147303678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/618272625147303678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/618272625147303678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-1481350277791481905</id><published>2009-02-04T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:10:39.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Is A Relative Thing......</title><content type='html'>65 above zero:&lt;br /&gt;Floridians turn on the heat.&lt;br /&gt;People in Vermont plant gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 above zero:&lt;br /&gt;Californians shiver uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;People in Vermont sunbathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 above zero:&lt;br /&gt;Italian &amp;amp; English cars won't start.&lt;br /&gt;People in Vermont drive with the windows down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 above zero:&lt;br /&gt;Georgians don coats, thermal underwear, gloves, wool hats.&lt;br /&gt;People in Vermont throw on a flannel shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 above zero:&lt;br /&gt;New York landlords finally turn up the heat.&lt;br /&gt;People in Vermont have the last cookout before it gets cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 above Zero:&lt;br /&gt;People in Miami all die.&lt;br /&gt;Vermonters close the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO:&lt;br /&gt;Californians fly away to Mexico .&lt;br /&gt;People in Vermont get out their winter coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 below zero:&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood disintegrates.&lt;br /&gt;The Girl Scouts in Vermont are selling cookies door to door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 below zero:&lt;br /&gt;Washington DC runs out of hot air.&lt;br /&gt;People in Vermont let the dogs sleep indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 below zero:&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus abandons the North Pole.&lt;br /&gt;Vermonters get upset because they can't start the Snow-mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 below zero :&lt;br /&gt;ALL atomic motion stops ..&lt;br /&gt;People in Vermont start saying...'Cold enough fer ya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 below zero:&lt;br /&gt;Hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;Vermont public schools will open 2 hours late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-1481350277791481905?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/1481350277791481905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=1481350277791481905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1481350277791481905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/1481350277791481905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/02/cold-is-relative-thing.html' title='Cold Is A Relative Thing......'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-2378143762302464788</id><published>2009-02-03T10:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:52:05.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #172</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SYhln9E_aSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tzyHBBjegHU/s1600-h/dw3xoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298596698686187810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SYhln9E_aSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tzyHBBjegHU/s320/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you sleep with someone, how much or how little contact do you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lots, Let me know what you want without using words. Show me with you lips, hands and everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you think there is a appropriate amount of time for a divorce parent to date before introducing the kids to the "new" "special" person in their life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Good question? I think it depends on the children. How stable they are at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which ONE do you wish you had more of in bed... romance, experimentation or foreplay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Experimentation, would love for new things. Don't want the sex to get stale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you thinks makes a kiss great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wanting it. Show me you really want to be kissing me. Make it like the first time everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Look into my eyes. Soft tongue. Not wet sloppy hate that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe your sex life in two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Stale, well it's ok. Could use some spicing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-2378143762302464788?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/2378143762302464788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=2378143762302464788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2378143762302464788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/2378143762302464788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/02/tmi-tuesday-172.html' title='TMI Tuesday #172'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/SYhln9E_aSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tzyHBBjegHU/s72-c/dw3xoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7588572878342852019.post-850808046672535207</id><published>2009-01-29T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:25:24.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling pretty good</title><content type='html'>Well I think I finally found the closure I needed.&lt;br /&gt;I went about it the wrong way. I was a little Bitch to Molly.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make sure he told his long lost love everything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy didn't he let me have it. I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;But he hurt me so bad. Then decided to rub her in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just in shock right now. But I didn't cry when he was yelling at me on email.&lt;br /&gt;I've smiled most of the day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging-honest-BUT toot toot!&lt;br /&gt;Last count I have 1,2,3,4 yeah 4 30ish men flirting with me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a 40 year old I would really like to get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;He's playing, teasing, keeping me at arms length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I bring this up is because #4 just called today.&lt;br /&gt;I rent vehicles at college. Recently the football coaches have been calling to rent for recruiting.&lt;br /&gt;This one coach started right out flirting the first time he talked to me. What a cutie beautiful white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Well they need a van for tomorrow so he told one of the other guys to call me.&lt;br /&gt;He calls and I'm supposed to guess which coach he is.&lt;br /&gt;I knew who it was and messed up said the wrong name.&lt;br /&gt;We got silly......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7588572878342852019-850808046672535207?l=nepastures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/feeds/850808046672535207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7588572878342852019&amp;postID=850808046672535207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/850808046672535207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7588572878342852019/posts/default/850808046672535207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nepastures.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-pretty-good.html' title='Feeling pretty good'/><author><name>Spin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804683472121898342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9x2c6a3ICU/S1CFEXACvnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4pg8QqNe1f4/S220/DSC00869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
