It has been a week! Sat evening I broke a tooth for the third time eating of all things pasta salad. This time it broke on the inside and by the time I woke Sunday morning it felt like my tongue was in shreds. I called the emergency dentists, one was booked, the other didn't take my insurance Thankfully I remembered dental wax from my long ago braces days. I called my dentist Monday morning as my coffee was brewing. He was able to get me in immediately. It is now fixed rather than patched to prevent a root canal.
Wednesday was get the car in for a check engine light. Brake light sensor gone so wait for the part and take it in Thursday afternoon. Meanwhile the dryer decided to take a shit Wednesday evening so I wore a wet uniform t-shirt to work in the morning. Not as sexy as it sounds, its a black t-shirt . So...Thursday was work, get a new heating thing for the dryer, a friend fixing that, down to get the car done, back to finish the dryer and my usual chat with mom.

That was 3 BUT today is Friday the 13th. So far so good tho...

Holding my breath,
ju

In a round about way I was reminded this evening of a memory that is just too damn good not to share.

Eons ago. Internet time. One of my sister bitches (who is no longer on the site but I still keep in touch with) and I got, lets say a little tired of the question that persists even today.

"Want to see me cum?"

I am not sure which one of us started it and it hardly matters. But our reply became "We only like cum if it is chunky"

The descriptions as time went on got more and more vivid until we were describing cum the texture of cottage cheese. The really interesting part of this are the number of PRVs we received asking us how to achieve the cum we both so desired. Of course we were not going to tell them. We preferred to leave it somewhat a mystery and wanted them to figure it out for themselves.

This went on for months and months! Each guy more perplexed and I am sure googling like fools how to make the chunky cum we swore was better than the average cum they were accustomed to.

We laughed like the fools we are in PRV and kept absolute straight faces in chat.

You might want to say we were mean but honestly, those guys deserved everything they got including being denied the pleasure of cumming for us by being such dumb asses.

Laughing hard and missing a few of my sister bitches around here,
ju

I recently joined a camping group and if I didn't know better I would say the group is full of NNers. Not because they are nude. This group has nothing to do with nudity. It is because of personalities.

You are there. Yup you are there. I see you lurking. You are there too. Hell I am even there but not as me. The multiverse seems to be in full force.

As a newbie I asked a question. Not unlike questions that had previously been asked and answered (about locations) and low and behold I was basically told to "read the rules!!" Rather than be politely answered like some of the longer term members. There is that one that can not help but snipe at everything because they know better. There a are several that go out of their way to be helpful. There are a few that have gone beyond the site and make plans publicly to get together. There are the whiners. I could go on and on but you get the idea.

It is amusing the fuck out of me because I could assign all of you with a name from that site and you would slip into the rolls created by those that already exist there. I am sure no one would be able to tell that they had been replaced.

I know this isn't a revelation for many of you but because I have spent so much time over the years here it is making me laugh to find out we aren't as unique as we might like to think we are.

Apparently we all exist everywhere!

ju

or tempting fate?

I am generally not one to worry about either. I have owned black cats. I will go under ladders. I refuse to throw salt over my shoulder because I don't want to have to clean it up.I have not worried about cracks in the side walk since I was 9 and even then it was only a sometimes thing. But today I knocked myself sideways with a strong "don't do it!!"

Mini refresher for anyone reading my blog for the first time. I promise to keep it short. I have Lymphoma and underwent 2.5 years of treatment. I am currently in remission. It will come back but hopefully not for a very long time.

Ok so to the relevant bit relating to the subject matter. Just over a year ago (while I was still going thru the final phases of treatment) I bought a necklace. It was a Lymphoma ribbon done with Swarovski crystals in the lime green that represents lymphoma and shaped like the cancer commemorative ribbons we are all familiar with. I went away on holiday a few weeks later. I forget why but I was not wearing it to come home. I had put it in one of the ziplok bags the TSA demands we use for liquids and gels and when I got home after I had thought I had emptied it I threw it out. The necklace went with it.

I was VERY upset to have lost it especially knowing it was all my fault. I had been thinking about replacing it all this time.

Two weeks ago I decided this is it. I am going to order a new one only to go to the site and find out the vendor was away on vacation and would be back soon. I hung onto it in the back of my mind thinking about it, biding my time looking forward to ordering another.

Today I went to the site and they were back online. I went through the entire process of ordering and at the last minute it hit me. If I order this, as much as I really miss the original am I inviting trouble? Am I inviting the lymphoma to come back? Is this something I should take as a sign and tell myself "You threw it away. You got rid of it. You do not need it. You do NOT want it back in your life!"

In an instant a pretty piece of jewelry became an evil talisman.

The logical side of me says it is just a piece of jewelry. replace it because you like it.

The illogical side of me feels like a character in a movie with everyone in the audience screaming "Don't do it!!"

It is such a weird feeling to be afraid of a simple piece of jewelry that has not been xxxxxx upon me by an evil wizard but that fear is real.

I think for now I am going to forget about that necklace.

Maybe the fates were tempting me and superstition is real or maybe I just need to let it go to move forward.

Slightly jarred by sudden shifts in my psyche,

ju

I hadn't really thought much about it other than knowing it is unusual in other parts of the world. When I sent TopCat57 this vid he asked me to blog it. I wasn't going to but to so many of you snow removal is a bit of a mystery so here goes.

[url]https://youtube.com/watch?v=lUds1pWKMjs[/url]

We call it a "conga line" and curse the hell out of them cause they block us in and slow us down but this is how you plow a major highway. Watch till the end. the first pass isn't the only one.

In the middle of another snow fall,
ju

I don't have some weird gotta wake in the middle of the night and blindly with sleep filled eyes orgasm fetish.
What I have had recently is stress. A lot of it.
I wake with my mind going and I get more and more tense and if I let it go I will not sleep for the rest of the night.
I woke last night with crazy dreams. My jaw clenched and my brain going a million miles an hr.
I knew I wasn't going to let it go. Who can just let go of those middle of the night thoughts to save them for a more lucid and reasonable mind set? Once you get caught in that loop of I am going to say, do respond loops there is no hope.
I decided to take out my fave toy even tho I was far, far from being horny. It took a while. It took a long while actually and then it was building, that sweet sense of relief.
Over the edge I went.
Not long after that I was dreaming I was in a pool, an elaborate must have cost a million dollars swimming pool. The water was just the right temperature. Nothing was stressing me. I was relaxed mentally and physically. I slept until just before the alarm went off.
Never, ever underestimate the power of an orgasm even if you think you aren't in the mood.
Charging the fave toy as we speak
ju

Canadian Thanksgiving is a thing.
It has nothing to do with pilgrims, a sacred rock. a Disney character or blankets filled with small pox.
We celebrate if you can call it that by closing cottages for the season, by getting together with family and friends and eating more than our fair share of whatever meat is abundant.
We do not fly across the country in a frenzy for a turkey dinner and a football game. Nor do we wake at stupid o'clock to shop for bargains.
Monday is officially Thanksgiving but we celebrate when it is convenient on any of the days of this long weekend. We may be a lil whacked with this holiday because it is a long weekend but for most of us this is the unofficial end to all things summer.
Fall/Autumn is here.
The leaves are changing,
It is getting dark earlier.
Summer is over. The long nights are upon us.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Looking forward to stuffing my face tomorrow.
ju

Most of the time I feel grateful I suppose that so many of you trust me. I really do try to do my best to make sure your experience here is everything you hoped it would and should be.
Tonight I am having not a little issue with it but a big one.
I do not know why I have been selected as the one that should be the peace keeper, problem solver, guardian of all you hold sacred on the site.
In general I am more than happy to help.
But let me tell you about MY day.
I spent almost 4 hrs in the hospital for a routine appointment that should have been done in 2.
I have been given the go ahead for the last of the maintenance treatments that will end the 2.5 year nightmare I have been dealing with getting my lymphoma under control.
I then walked 5k to get to the govt agency that should have given me plates, ownership etc for the 14 year old car I just purchased but the computers were down so I get to do it all over again tomorrow.
I keep up with everyone. I know as much as you care to share with me. I know more than probably some of your spouses do.
I really don't mind that most of the time but when it comes to petty, he said she said, help me figure this out shit I want you to stop
for just a minute and wonder about someone other than yourself.
Monday., I have been given the ok to sit in the chair in the chemo suite. I will receive 4 drugs intravenously.
I will feel like shit not just for the day but again for the next several months but it is the last time for now.
I am burnt out. I am tired. I am here because I wish to escape the nightmare that has dogged me for so long.
I hoped to end this part of my journey on a positive note and for the most part my real life is cooperating,
Now if the rest of you would I would be eternally grateful.
Exhausted,
ju

You are always asking for suggestions for pics and we are more than willing to tell you what we would like to see but there is one that you more often than not get wrong.
Jeans pics.... Please for the love of god do not undo your zipper, leaving the button done up and stick your cock out. Those pics make you look like the creeps our mothers warned us about.
Please undo that top button. Be hard and ready to go. The zipper down almost halfway. Like it can not contain you any longer. Show us your lust not just your cock.
That is how we would undress you if we were there. Let us discover what is in your pants. Give us that tease. It is like unwrapping a gift.
Let us imagine the rest. Fantasy land is a great place to play...
Looking for the sexy,
ju