A Playful BTExpress HNT

This one came from my San Diego trip archive. We had just gotten back to the room after a long day of shopping and sightseeing when I jumped up on the bed. Lori snapped a couple of pictures, then we snuggled.

Details available upon request via email. ;-)

A Playful BTExpress HNT

This one came from my San Diego trip archive. We had just gotten back to the room after a long day of shopping and sightseeing when I jumped up on the bed. Lori snapped a couple of pictures, then we snuggled.

Details available upon request via email. ;-)

HNT Will Delayed Due to Illness

That would be my illness. I Wednesday gagging and vomiting. That lead into a general shitty feeling and then the fun part off sitting on the porcelain throne off and on all day. I got out of bed to visit the royal throne room again just now and decided to let my loyal horn dogs know why you don't see any naughty pictures here yet.

HNT Will Delayed Due to Illness

That would be my illness. I Wednesday gagging and vomiting. That lead into a general shitty feeling and then the fun part off sitting on the porcelain throne off and on all day. I got out of bed to visit the royal throne room again just now and decided to let my loyal horn dogs know why you don't see any naughty pictures here yet.

I Forgot To Tell You About Thanksgiving

I had a great time this year. It felt really good to spend a holiday with a family again. (Thanks babe!) We used to spend Thanksgiving at Barbara’s sister’s house, and all other major holiday’s for that matter, but after Barbara died, Brian and I seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth as far as Barbara’s side of the family goes. So since we hadn’t received an invitation as of last week, we decided to spend Thanksgiving at our respective girl friends homes.

I’ll skip the part about my son Brian almost breaking up with his girl friend last week, which would have caused both of us to change our plans. But they patched things up, so we each finally went to our respective girl friends homes for Thanksgiving.

I drove over to Lori’s place Thursday afternoon. Her parents were there as well as Lori’s four children; Karoline, Bethany, Adam and Milo. It was nice seeing everyone again and we had a good time.

(FYI: Please don’t tell Lori I told you, but Milo is really a dog, but they treat him like a child. That's why I included him with the kids.)

It felt kind of funny not doing any of the cooking or clean up for that matter. You see, I always do the cooking at my place and Lori cleans up, that's the deal we have. (I might have to rethink that though. I do hate cleaning period, but I heard Lori tell someone that as long as I'm willing to cook she'll do all the cleaning I want. You see, ,the five minute she takes to clean up and load the dishwasher, verses the 1 1/2 hour or whatever, I cook is a great deal.),

Lori did it all and everything came out GREAT! Here's the turkey.



Well, I did do one thing, I stirred the gravy "constantly" while it thickened. (Bet ya didn't know I knew that technical cooking terminology, did ya.)



Pretty soon dinner was ready and we all sat down to a Thanksgiving feast. Did I tell you how great everything turned out. I might just have to rethink our deal about me cooking and her cleaning up. Damn, that woman can cook!

I took this , picture that's why I had to paste a picture of me and where I sat in this one.

There was one down side to the day, Lori and I could never get away for even a moment to grope each other talk, because either her mom or daughter would show up and hang out. We did get to make out talk a little in my car before I left, but not enough to get our rocks off have a good conversation. Nothing like a good conversation to end the day I always say.

Sunday they came to my house for pie and coffee. Lori brought over one of my favorites, her home made pecan pie. It really was one of the best I've ever tasted. I made my first pie ever for the occasion, pumpkin pie. I had the pecan pie, but I knew better than to eat the pie I made was full, so I didn't have any of the pie I made. I let them be the guinea pigs. They all said they liked my pie cough...bull...cough...shit...cough. I put in twice the sugar than was called for. Don't they think I don't know they are bs-ing me?.

All in all, a good time was had by all on my end except for that fact that I didn't get my rocks off. I’m not sure how my son’s Thanksgiving went, because he didn’t say much. With him, I’ve found it best if I leave well enough alone.

I Forgot To Tell You About Thanksgiving

I had a great time this year. It felt really good to spend a holiday with a family again. (Thanks babe!) We used to spend Thanksgiving at Barbara’s sister’s house, and all other major holiday’s for that matter, but after Barbara died, Brian and I seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth as far as Barbara’s side of the family goes. So since we hadn’t received an invitation as of last week, we decided to spend Thanksgiving at our respective girl friends homes.

I’ll skip the part about my son Brian almost breaking up with his girl friend last week, which would have caused both of us to change our plans. But they patched things up, so we each finally went to our respective girl friends homes for Thanksgiving.

I drove over to Lori’s place Thursday afternoon. Her parents were there as well as Lori’s four children; Karoline, Bethany, Adam and Milo. It was nice seeing everyone again and we had a good time.

(FYI: Please don’t tell Lori I told you, but Milo is really a dog, but they treat him like a child. That's why I included him with the kids.)

It felt kind of funny not doing any of the cooking or clean up for that matter. You see, I always do the cooking at my place and Lori cleans up, that's the deal we have. (I might have to rethink that though. I do hate cleaning period, but I heard Lori tell someone that as long as I'm willing to cook she'll do all the cleaning I want. You see, ,the five minute she takes to clean up and load the dishwasher, verses the 1 1/2 hour or whatever, I cook is a great deal.),

Lori did it all and everything came out GREAT! Here's the turkey.



Well, I did do one thing, I stirred the gravy "constantly" while it thickened. (Bet ya didn't know I knew that technical cooking terminology, did ya.)



Pretty soon dinner was ready and we all sat down to a Thanksgiving feast. Did I tell you how great everything turned out. I might just have to rethink our deal about me cooking and her cleaning up. Damn, that woman can cook!

I took this , picture that's why I had to paste a picture of me and where I sat in this one.

There was one down side to the day, Lori and I could never get away for even a moment to grope each other talk, because either her mom or daughter would show up and hang out. We did get to make out talk a little in my car before I left, but not enough to get our rocks off have a good conversation. Nothing like a good conversation to end the day I always say.

Sunday they came to my house for pie and coffee. Lori brought over one of my favorites, her home made pecan pie. It really was one of the best I've ever tasted. I made my first pie ever for the occasion, pumpkin pie. I had the pecan pie, but I knew better than to eat the pie I made was full, so I didn't have any of the pie I made. I let them be the guinea pigs. They all said they liked my pie cough...bull...cough...shit...cough. I put in twice the sugar than was called for. Don't they think I don't know they are bs-ing me?.

All in all, a good time was had by all on my end except for that fact that I didn't get my rocks off. I’m not sure how my son’s Thanksgiving went, because he didn’t say much. With him, I’ve found it best if I leave well enough alone.

I'm not sure how I feel.

If you remember, Lori cleaned my house from top to bottom last weekend. Her parents are down from Rhode Island for the holiday and are coming to my place tomorrow. Lori's parents have never been here, so I wanted to make sure I put most of my shit away to make them think I'm not the slob that I really am.

I was putting away my crap from the top of the entertainment center in the living room. Some of that stuff has been there forever. I came across the pocket recorder I used to use at my last job. I was curious what was on it, so I pressed play. Nothing, the batteries were dead. So I put in new batteries and pressed play again.

First I heard an announcer for the Food Network and then I heard my late wife Barbara's voice......... "Monday afternoon, Emeril........., Essence of Emeril, I think. Something called beef bull yard (sp), I think."

You see, I stopped using the pocket recorder at work and gave it to Barbara to use. She had trouble remembering things, so I gave it to her to record things she wanted to tell me. Mostly she used it to record messages about the things she saw on the Food channel that she wanted me to make for us.

I played eight more entries. They were all from her and all pretty much the same as the first one I heard.

I put the recorder aside, I'd heard enough for now. When I'm ready, I'm going to play more of her messages on the recorder. I also have some videos of her that some day I'll watch. Just not right now.

I'm not sure how I feel.

If you remember, Lori cleaned my house from top to bottom last weekend. Her parents are down from Rhode Island for the holiday and are coming to my place tomorrow. Lori's parents have never been here, so I wanted to make sure I put most of my shit away to make them think I'm not the slob that I really am.

I was putting away my crap from the top of the entertainment center in the living room. Some of that stuff has been there forever. I came across the pocket recorder I used to use at my last job. I was curious what was on it, so I pressed play. Nothing, the batteries were dead. So I put in new batteries and pressed play again.

First I heard an announcer for the Food Network and then I heard my late wife Barbara's voice......... "Monday afternoon, Emeril........., Essence of Emeril, I think. Something called beef bull yard (sp), I think."

You see, I stopped using the pocket recorder at work and gave it to Barbara to use. She had trouble remembering things, so I gave it to her to record things she wanted to tell me. Mostly she used it to record messages about the things she saw on the Food channel that she wanted me to make for us.

I played eight more entries. They were all from her and all pretty much the same as the first one I heard.

I put the recorder aside, I'd heard enough for now. When I'm ready, I'm going to play more of her messages on the recorder. I also have some videos of her that some day I'll watch. Just not right now.

Medical Chart Notes

I received this in an email. Hopefully, I never have contact with any of the doctors that wrote these notes.

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1. Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.

2. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

3. On the second day, the knee was better, and then on the third day it disappeared.

4. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.

5. The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.

6. Discharge status: Alive, but without my permission.

7. Healthy-appearing decrepit 69-year old male, mentally alert but forgetful.

8. The patient refused autopsy.

9. The patient has no previous history of suicides.

10. Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.

11. Patient's medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40-pound weight gain in the last three days.

12. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.

13. Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.

14. She is numb from her toes down.

15. While in ER, she was examined, x-rated and sent home.

Medical Chart Notes

I received this in an email. Hopefully, I never have contact with any of the doctors that wrote these notes.

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1. Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.

2. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

3. On the second day, the knee was better, and then on the third day it disappeared.

4. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.

5. The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.

6. Discharge status: Alive, but without my permission.

7. Healthy-appearing decrepit 69-year old male, mentally alert but forgetful.

8. The patient refused autopsy.

9. The patient has no previous history of suicides.

10. Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.

11. Patient's medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40-pound weight gain in the last three days.

12. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.

13. Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.

14. She is numb from her toes down.

15. While in ER, she was examined, x-rated and sent home.

Don't Read This Post If You Like Receiving Telemarketing Calls........

............but if you don't, keep reading.

The National Do Not Call Registry gives you a choice about whether to receive telemarketing calls at home. Most telemarketers should not call your number once it has been on the registry for 31 days. If they do, you can file a complaint at this Website. You can register your home or mobile phone for free. Your registration will be effective for five years.

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Disclaimer: I don't give two shits if you get telemarketing calls or not. The only reason I'm posting this message on my blog, is that I was promised sexual favors if I did.

Don't Read This Post If You Like Receiving Telemarketing Calls........

............but if you don't, keep reading.

The National Do Not Call Registry gives you a choice about whether to receive telemarketing calls at home. Most telemarketers should not call your number once it has been on the registry for 31 days. If they do, you can file a complaint at this Website. You can register your home or mobile phone for free. Your registration will be effective for five years.

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Disclaimer: I don't give two shits if you get telemarketing calls or not. The only reason I'm posting this message on my blog, is that I was promised sexual favors if I did.

San Diego Stop on the BTExpress 2006 Blogger Tour – Day One

FYI: San Diego was my third stop on the 2006 BTExpress Blogger Tour. You can read about my first two stops here and here.

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When we landed at the San Diego Airport, we got our luggage, made our way to the rental car shuttle bus stop and took took the shuttle bus to the Avis lot and got the rental car. Nice car, a 2007 Grand Am with just over 2,000 miles. The thing still smelled new. When I reserved the car, I took the option of renting a GPS for the trip.
I have a GPS on my boat and wouldn’t do any boating without it. I didn't know if I'd need the GPS on this trip, but we would have never found my way around San Diego without it. The GPS talks to you with verbal instructions as well as showing you where you are and where you’re heading with a map. I plugged in the address of the hotel and the GPS told me how to get there. How cool is that?

Just a few miles drive and we were at the hotel. We stayed at Humphrey's Half Moon Inn & Suites on Shelter Island in San Diego Bay.


We checked in and took our things to the room. The AC was off so we partially disrobed. Well, at first Lori partially disrobed and then took some pictures of the room and our view out the sliding glass doors to our patio.

Lori took this one after she got partially undressed to take a shower. She took off her top. She opened the curtains and just before she snapped the shutter, a woman walked by and got a free peek of a half-naked Lori.


(Sorry, I didn't get a picture of Lori topless, but there is one of me partially clothed coming up.)

After we unpacked........,


............Lori got in the shower and I got mostly undressed and took out my laptop to check my email for any messages from Jodes. We were meeting her and a few of the Beach Babes for dinner later.


(This is the picture I told you about. It counts as my HNT picture, because I really am half-nekkid, black socks and all.)

No emails from Jodes, but I called her and left a message on her cell phone. She called back and we made arrangements for dinner. Since I didn’t know my way around, they met us in the hotel lobby. They were in the gift shop when we walked in (where else would women be when there is a place to buy stuff close by, huh?); Jodes, Jillie and Dani. It was great to finally meet them in person.

We followed them to Old Venice Italian Restaurant not far from the hotel. Had drink and talked until Twink arrived. Then took some pictures to preserve part of the third stop on the 2006 BTExpress Blog Tour.

Here we are at the table in the restaurant. From left to right; Dani, Jodes, Jillie, Lori, me (the lucky guy surround by hot babes), and Twink.


I even got luckier when Jodes slid over to my side of the table and Lori and her cuddled up for a shot.


Dinner was excellent and we had a great time getting to know each other better. Before you know it, it was time to end the evening. The Beach Babes had to leave and get some rest before getting up at 3:00 am so they could be at the San Diego 3-Day Cancer Walk on time.

What a great way to start the trip!

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I wish you all a Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday and a Happy Half-Nekkid Thanksgiving as well!

Gobble, Gobble!

San Diego Stop on the BTExpress 2006 Blogger Tour – Day One

FYI: San Diego was my third stop on the 2006 BTExpress Blogger Tour. You can read about my first two stops here and here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When we landed at the San Diego Airport, we got our luggage, made our way to the rental car shuttle bus stop and took took the shuttle bus to the Avis lot and got the rental car. Nice car, a 2007 Grand Am with just over 2,000 miles. The thing still smelled new. When I reserved the car, I took the option of renting a GPS for the trip.
I have a GPS on my boat and wouldn’t do any boating without it. I didn't know if I'd need the GPS on this trip, but we would have never found my way around San Diego without it. The GPS talks to you with verbal instructions as well as showing you where you are and where you’re heading with a map. I plugged in the address of the hotel and the GPS told me how to get there. How cool is that?

Just a few miles drive and we were at the hotel. We stayed at Humphrey's Half Moon Inn & Suites on Shelter Island in San Diego Bay.


We checked in and took our things to the room. The AC was off so we partially disrobed. Well, at first Lori partially disrobed and then took some pictures of the room and our view out the sliding glass doors to our patio.

Lori took this one after she got partially undressed to take a shower. She took off her top. She opened the curtains and just before she snapped the shutter, a woman walked by and got a free peek of a half-naked Lori.


(Sorry, I didn't get a picture of Lori topless, but there is one of me partially clothed coming up.)

After we unpacked........,


............Lori got in the shower and I got mostly undressed and took out my laptop to check my email for any messages from Jodes. We were meeting her and a few of the Beach Babes for dinner later.


(This is the picture I told you about. It counts as my HNT picture, because I really am half-nekkid, black socks and all.)

No emails from Jodes, but I called her and left a message on her cell phone. She called back and we made arrangements for dinner. Since I didn’t know my way around, they met us in the hotel lobby. They were in the gift shop when we walked in (where else would women be when there is a place to buy stuff close by, huh?); Jodes, Jillie and Dani. It was great to finally meet them in person.

We followed them to Old Venice Italian Restaurant not far from the hotel. Had drink and talked until Twink arrived. Then took some pictures to preserve part of the third stop on the 2006 BTExpress Blog Tour.

Here we are at the table in the restaurant. From left to right; Dani, Jodes, Jillie, Lori, me (the lucky guy surround by hot babes), and Twink.


I even got luckier when Jodes slid over to my side of the table and Lori and her cuddled up for a shot.


Dinner was excellent and we had a great time getting to know each other better. Before you know it, it was time to end the evening. The Beach Babes had to leave and get some rest before getting up at 3:00 am so they could be at the San Diego 3-Day Cancer Walk on time.

What a great way to start the trip!

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I wish you all a Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday and a Happy Half-Nekkid Thanksgiving as well!

Gobble, Gobble!

They Read My Mind!

This evening I'm cleaning out old emails and came across and interesting web site Linky & Dinky found.

Find your perfect celebrity match...
http://www.whatceleb.com

I clicked on the link, answered the questions and they came up with my perfect celebrity match.

Dana Delany

What? You don't recognize her? She played a nurse in the TV show China Beach. Or maybe you remember her in that movie classic, Exit to Eden. I think that was one of her best roles.


Click on the link and fine out who your perfect celebrity match is. They got mine right.

They Read My Mind!

This evening I'm cleaning out old emails and came across and interesting web site Linky & Dinky found.

Find your perfect celebrity match...
http://www.whatceleb.com

I clicked on the link, answered the questions and they came up with my perfect celebrity match.

Dana Delany

What? You don't recognize her? She played a nurse in the TV show China Beach. Or maybe you remember her in that movie classic, Exit to Eden. I think that was one of her best roles.


Click on the link and fine out who your perfect celebrity match is. They got mine right.

Lori’s “Other” Birthday Present

Lori had to go back to work this morning, but with BEING RETIRED AND ALL, I got to go back to bed and rest up after the ‘work out” Lori gave me yesterday. This morning, uh, I mean this afternoon, I got up at 1:10 PM.

THIS WAS THE BIG WEEKEND! I was finally getting that “Other” birthday present Lori promised me. I knew what it was already, so that’s why I think I was so excited the time had finally arrived for me to get it.

When we woke up Saturday morning, I wanted to get right to it, but Lori said no, I had to wait until we did the chores I promised we would do first. You see, Lori’s mom and dad are coming down from Rhode Island for Thanksgiving at Lori’s place. Then next Sunday they will be coming to my place to visit. Since I clean my house less frequently never than most people, and Lori wants her parents to think I’m not a total slacker as far as cleaning goes, we had to get the place cleaned up first.

I knew what that meant.

Saturday was the day we cleaned up the basement and Sunday was the day Lori cleaned my house while I did other chores.

Cleaning my basement on Saturday was something I was dreading. But we had to get all that stuff crap we took off of the boat out of my living room and make room for it in the basement.

(You remember the post I made when Lori helped me clean out my boat? If not, check it out. You’ll find a nice shot of Lori you horn dogs will definitely want to see.)

Here's the junk from the basement I put out to the curb.


Sunday was another day of cleaning only a lot more work. Lori was going to clean my house from top to bottom. You know the drill; both bathrooms, the kitchen, dust the living room, dining room and my bedroom and then vacuum the whole house. It was a project and a half to say the least.

To give you an example of how much work Lori had in store for her, I haven't dusted my dresser in about 3 years. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You say? I told you I hated cleaning.

A few hours into the cleaning, Lori found time to clean and season a chicken for dinner and get it in a vertical roaster we found in the basement yesterday.


(FYI – The chicken was excellent! She seasoned it with McCormick’s Grill master Montreal Chicken seasoning. I highly recommend it.)

All the while Lori was busting her ass, I was putting together a liquor cabinet that was to go in my dining room.

(If you ask me, I had the easy job. Lori had to clean the whole fucking house. Did I ever tell you how much I hate cleaning?)

The liquor cabinet came in this big ass heavy box and had to be assembled. So I open the box, found the directions and started to work.

"Assemble, qty 2 (A-1) into part T while ........................... ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! WTF are they talking about!!!!!!!!!


"By jove, I think I'm getting the hang of this!"


"I hope these two halves fit together"


HOLY CRAP! They do fit! Here I am with my trusty screw driver, gin and tonic and fully assembled “Other” present.


"What? You mean I'm not done yet?"


Yes, I cleaned up my mess, with Lori's help of course. The last thing left to do is make all this fit.

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Thanks Lori, I love my "other" present!

Baby, I also want to tell you again how much I appreciate you doing all that work this weekend. I hope you will forgive me for being "cleaning impaired".

Do you think maybe, just maybe, that my fat **** and my other special talents help make up for my inability to clean?

I sure hope so.

Love you baby!

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PS
I’ll bet you perverts were thinking the "Other” present had to do with sex, didn’t you? Well, this time you were wrong.

Lori’s “Other” Birthday Present

Lori had to go back to work this morning, but with BEING RETIRED AND ALL, I got to go back to bed and rest up after the ‘work out” Lori gave me yesterday. This morning, uh, I mean this afternoon, I got up at 1:10 PM.

THIS WAS THE BIG WEEKEND! I was finally getting that “Other” birthday present Lori promised me. I knew what it was already, so that’s why I think I was so excited the time had finally arrived for me to get it.

When we woke up Saturday morning, I wanted to get right to it, but Lori said no, I had to wait until we did the chores I promised we would do first. You see, Lori’s mom and dad are coming down from Rhode Island for Thanksgiving at Lori’s place. Then next Sunday they will be coming to my place to visit. Since I clean my house less frequently never than most people, and Lori wants her parents to think I’m not a total slacker as far as cleaning goes, we had to get the place cleaned up first.

I knew what that meant.

Saturday was the day we cleaned up the basement and Sunday was the day Lori cleaned my house while I did other chores.

Cleaning my basement on Saturday was something I was dreading. But we had to get all that stuff crap we took off of the boat out of my living room and make room for it in the basement.

(You remember the post I made when Lori helped me clean out my boat? If not, check it out. You’ll find a nice shot of Lori you horn dogs will definitely want to see.)

Here's the junk from the basement I put out to the curb.


Sunday was another day of cleaning only a lot more work. Lori was going to clean my house from top to bottom. You know the drill; both bathrooms, the kitchen, dust the living room, dining room and my bedroom and then vacuum the whole house. It was a project and a half to say the least.

To give you an example of how much work Lori had in store for her, I haven't dusted my dresser in about 3 years. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You say? I told you I hated cleaning.

A few hours into the cleaning, Lori found time to clean and season a chicken for dinner and get it in a vertical roaster we found in the basement yesterday.


(FYI – The chicken was excellent! She seasoned it with McCormick’s Grill master Montreal Chicken seasoning. I highly recommend it.)

All the while Lori was busting her ass, I was putting together a liquor cabinet that was to go in my dining room.

(If you ask me, I had the easy job. Lori had to clean the whole fucking house. Did I ever tell you how much I hate cleaning?)

The liquor cabinet came in this big ass heavy box and had to be assembled. So I open the box, found the directions and started to work.

"Assemble, qty 2 (A-1) into part T while ........................... ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! WTF are they talking about!!!!!!!!!


"By jove, I think I'm getting the hang of this!"


"I hope these two halves fit together"


HOLY CRAP! They do fit! Here I am with my trusty screw driver, gin and tonic and fully assembled “Other” present.


"What? You mean I'm not done yet?"


Yes, I cleaned up my mess, with Lori's help of course. The last thing left to do is make all this fit.

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Thanks Lori, I love my "other" present!

Baby, I also want to tell you again how much I appreciate you doing all that work this weekend. I hope you will forgive me for being "cleaning impaired".

Do you think maybe, just maybe, that my fat **** and my other special talents help make up for my inability to clean?

I sure hope so.

Love you baby!

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PS
I’ll bet you perverts were thinking the "Other” present had to do with sex, didn’t you? Well, this time you were wrong.

Yes Jillie your right!

We were working to hard on my "OTHER" birthday present from Lori for me to make a post. :-D

In addition to "MANY, MANY" other "ACTIVITIES" this weekend.

Lori kept me so busy, I couldn't get away to make a post even if I wanted to.

Not that I wanted get away mind you. :-D

I'll get into more detail tomorrow.

I've got to go now, Lori's after me to get back to "WORK", heheheheheheheh.....................

FYI! I really love my "Other" birthday present.

Thanks Babe!

Yes Jillie your right!

We were working to hard on my "OTHER" birthday present from Lori for me to make a post. :-D

In addition to "MANY, MANY" other "ACTIVITIES" this weekend.

Lori kept me so busy, I couldn't get away to make a post even if I wanted to.

Not that I wanted get away mind you. :-D

I'll get into more detail tomorrow.

I've got to go now, Lori's after me to get back to "WORK", heheheheheheheh.....................

FYI! I really love my "Other" birthday present.

Thanks Babe!

My Birthday Presents HNT

November 4th was my birthday. I forgot to show you all the stuff Lori got me.


She gave me a birthday card, six shirts, two pairs of slacks, a tie and a bottle of cologne.

But that wasn't all.

Then she gave me my "special present".


Modesty prevents me from going into details about my "special present".

Let's just say if you use your imagination and guess what it is, your probably correct.

;-)


Happy HNT Y'all.

Click here to see what HNT is all about.

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If your interested, you can start reading about my trip to San Diego last week here.

My Birthday Presents HNT

November 4th was my birthday. I forgot to show you all the stuff Lori got me.


She gave me a birthday card, six shirts, two pairs of slacks, a tie and a bottle of cologne.

But that wasn't all.

Then she gave me my "special present".


Modesty prevents me from going into details about my "special present".

Let's just say if you use your imagination and guess what it is, your probably correct.

;-)


Happy HNT Y'all.

Click here to see what HNT is all about.

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If your interested, you can start reading about my trip to San Diego last week here.

Time Sure Flies When Your Having Fun!

I can’t believe we’re back from our trip to San Diego already. Seems like we just left, and now we’re home. Yep, “Time Sure Flies When Your Having Fun!”

We took off from Long Island last Thursday on the 10:35 am flight and landed in San Diego about 7 ½ hours later at 3:00 pm California time. We had a stop in Las Vegas, but didn’t have to change planes.

The flight was fine except that Lori and I didn’t get to sit together. It was a 5-½ hour flight to Las Vegas and we were both stuck in window seats. Our first vacation together and we couldn’t even sit together on the plane. That really sucked, BIG TIME SUCKED.

We flew on Southwest and every seat on the plane was taken. We were one of the last people to board the plane and by the time we got on, there were only single seats available to sit in. I sat on the port side of the plane (left side to those that don’t know what port means) in the window seat; two rows ahead of the window seat Lori sat in.

Southwest doesn’t have assigned seating. They load the plane in groups; A, B and C. You are assigned to a group in the order you confirm the reservation. Sort of like first come, first served.

I forgot to confirm our reservations until late Wednesday night, so being one of the last to confirm, we were assigned to group C. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I didn’t make that mistake on the way home. We flew back home on Monday, so Sunday morning I signed on the Southwest web site a few minutes before I was allowed to confirm our reservation. I waited until it was exactly 24 hours before fight time and logged in. We were assigned to Group A!!!! That meant we would be one of the first to board the plane, and more importantly, we would be sitting together on the flight home. HURRAY!!!!!!!!

Other than not sitting together on the flight over, we had a really good time the rest of the time. We took 437 pictures on the trip so posting them all is out of the question. It’s going to take some time to pick the ones to post, so please be patient. Here’s a few to tie you over.

We flew to San Diego on Southwest Airlines in this 737 jet.


On the cross country flight, we flew over a lot of places that I don't know the name of, in this order.

I think the pilot said this was Pikes Peak.













This is Lake Meade just outside of Las Vegas.

This is Las Vegas. Notice how brown everything is. YUCK!

They did water the golf courses though. So not everything was brown.


We stopped in Las Vegas to let people off. This is when Lori and I finally got to sit together.

We took off from las Vegas about a half hour after landing and finally we arrived on the West Coast about 1 1/2 hours later. We circled over over San Diego before landing.

Here's a shot of the San Diego airport and the island our hotel was on.


Here's a better shot of the island.


We finally landed in San Diego.

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More to follow when I get a chance. Right now it's time to mix up 6 fucking liters of Colyte and start drinking it in preparation for my colonoscopy tomorrow. Seems that me being old warrants a colonoscopy every ten years to look for polyps, colon cancer or any other stuff that ain't suppose to be up my ass.