I had a great fall day in Palo Alto. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the breeze was blowing, the leaves were falling and a beggar was sitting beside us asking people to please give him money. Oh he wasn't a problem. Nothing was going to take the grin from my face.
It was a beautiful day for two reasons.

#2. The wonderful fall day.


#1. Having lunch with Jerseygirl.
Not only did we have a fine meal, but we also had a private photo shoot. Something I have never done with another female. But hey, our boobs were there, so we went for it! I mean why waste such great cleavage? Be envious that I touched JG's boobs. SO HA!!!


JG is a lovely woman. She is funny, kind, warm and so very pleasant. It was about time that we met. But that is my fault. I spend too much time with the job. I wanted to make sure that I got to hug her before I moved even further away.
JG, thank you for the smiles!

The original Plan A had to be tanked.
One son has classes from 10 am to 8 pm on the 30th & 31st and the other son has been asked to do two lectures during those days.
Plan A was:
The 30th: Get a rental car for one of my sons and have him drive out here. While he is heading out here the movers would be loading up the rental truck.
The 31st: My son would drive the (already packed up) rental truck and I would follow him in my truck as we head to Orange County to spend the night.
The 1st of November: We caravan to my new apartment and unload the trucks.

Simple? Right? Well, this isn't going to happen!

Due to the changing of plans, I have to start out a little earlier.
Now follow along, it could get complicated.
Plan B is:
The 28th: During lunch, have some friends load up my truck, then drive it to Orange County and spend the night. Drop off my truck at my sons house.
The 29th: Hop in a rental car and drive the 6 or 7 hours back to my apartment. Get a good nights sleep.
The 30th: Get the rental truck, stop by Home Depot (this was still in Plan A) and pick up some day workers to load up the truck. Spend the night and rest in my vacant apartment.
The 31st: Instead of my son driving the rental truck, I will be doing it and heading back (again) to Orange County and spending the night until Saturday.
Nov 1st: Drive to the new apartment to unload the trucks.

I know what you are thinking. Just get a truck that could tow my truck. Well, those trucks are too big, I don't need that much space and they are double the price and too expensive. The truck size I need and can afford does not have a tow package on the back.

So you see, the end of the plans are still in order, just the beginning has changed. I will be doing all of the driving. Yes, it would be nice to keep the original plan and not be so taxed, but things change.
This is why we always have to have Plans A, B and C.

What is Plan C you ask? lol.......Say "fuck it" and stay here....lol.
I will roll with the punches. We do what we can, when we can and how we can. Failure is not an option.

No time to socialize. But it's all good and as soon as I am done, I will return to my regularly scheduled program.
Right now there are so many things to do and just me doing them. That is one of the downfalls of the single life. I could hire a husband for a week, but it would probably irk me to see urine droplets on the side of the loo.....lol

So far it's all going as planned. **knocks on wood**

I put a hold on an apartment in the boonies of the desert.
Now I have to wait on the background/security check and renters references t clear. I have no worries about that, but still have to wait.

More on the apartment later. For now, I am off to soak in a hot bath. My body is beat and my knee is swollen and has the appearance of a grapefruit....lol. The hardest part is yet to come. The dreaded moving....*que evil music*...bum bum bum!

Time to listen to some tunes and relax the night away.

I am on the road and will be looking for my newest home. At the same time I will get to see my boys.....wooooohooooo!!
I have 9 apartments to look at and hopefully one of them will be mine!

xoxo

It has been a long day. It was a good day, just long. My days until I am in the new apartment will be busy busy busy. It is time to giggle and share some giggles.

INCOMING!!




There is a prayer for everything. How religious are you?...lol


xoxox

In my previous blogs, I may have mentioned that I have traveled quite a bit looking for adventures. I have been to 15 of our US States and 2 Countries, but have never mentioned one of my stops. I had to keep one of my trips a secret to protect the privacy of a few NNers. But I am too proud to keep it a secret anymore.

This is the awesome Meet & Greet in Paducah, Kentucky with RedVs4u, TexAngel and CandyKissesu (my Sexier Bish). Sorry ladies, but our interlude is now public knowledge.


Then there was the time I decided to hop a plane and head on over to.......well wouldn't you know it....shocker....a nude beach in France. I had the time of my life! My hoo-haw got a bit burned. But what's a hot clit compared to walking about freely. Mother Nature wants us to be naked.


There is a certain moment that I do regret and wished that I didn't record in a picture. The time that I wanted to be like Fantasm and dye my blonde bush a raven color. The black pubes work for her skin tone, but not mine. Man did it take a while to go back to blonde! Never again!


There is a giant ....and I do mean GIANT secret that I need to get off of my chest. Well, D_licious_D wanted to get off of my chest. They told me if I don't admit to it, they will show it. My previous pics? Those are not my real boobs. I photo shopped the other pics because I wanted smaller boobs. D, found this older photo of me with my real boobs. Blame the D's for this pic. The cat is out of the bag!


There you have it. My real pics.....I swear it. They are real.

Please visit the other players:
guitartxn, Jersey_Girl, dziga, ThicknHard1forU, d_licious_d, woderwick, WendySylvia, sexyeyesblondie1, Jagged_Edges and me tight_wet_lips.

Starting Monday, I will not be involved with Suicide Intervention. Even though it kept me up at all hours of the night, I will miss being there for those who needed an ear or to hear a voice of understanding, a kind word, support, advice and assistance with groups ready to help them. It's hard to believe that 4 years have flown by so fast! I was only supposed to take this assignment for 2 years, but I wanted to extend because it was worthwhile. You can learn a great deal from those you cannot see or never hear from again. Their words and their fears stay with you and later on down the line or even a few hours later, it helps you with others that may call you.

My next position will be working with people face to face. I will be personally involved with every step of the process. From the beginning of the investigation to the end. I am going back to the roots of my career. I have been gone long enough from interacting with people and it feels good.

So, tonight, the voices on the other end of the line will be a bittersweet sound. I will do as I have always done. Give them my all.

Designer defends 'inappropriate' uniforms

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The designer of outfits for a Colombian women's cycling team defended the uniforms against complaints by cycling authorities that the clothing was inappropriate.

The team, IDRD-Bogota Humana-San Mateo-Solgar caused a stir over the skin-tight maillot, which is flesh-coloured across the cyclists' thighs and abdomen, at first glance making team members look naked across the pelvic area.
"It is based on sponsors' colours. It is in no way grotesque or scandalous," cyclist-designer Angie Ariza posted on Twitter.
Brian Cookson, president of the International Cycling Federation (UCI), described the outfits as as "unacceptable," after a team picture went viral on the internet.

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I have one question.
I wonder if the backside shows a plumber crack?

The first thing that I do is:
1. Breathe, try not to panic and remember that it isn't so tough doing this alone....lol.
2. Take everything out of the cupboards and put it all on the counters.
3. Take all of my clothes out of the closet, remove the hangers and stack the clothes on the chairs.
4. Remove the pictures from the walls and stack them on the floor.
5. Spackle the tiny holes from the nails. I am a master spackler..lol.
6. Get the plastic containers out of the closet in the garage and consider if I need more or can use what I already have.
Day 1, done and done.
Now off to ice the knee.

Now on to another subject.
Before the briefing today, the men were trading testosterone War Stories. The subject? Who has the biggest scar? Does everyone remember the movie Jaws? The scene on the boat where they compare scars? Yes, you know. Well this comparison was on land...lol. Anyhoo, the men were in full swing and the scars kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger...along with the stories.
The winner was an officer who said "I'd pull down my pants and show you the scars where the ex ripped my balls off with her teeth during the divorce, but I would get sued for inappropriate behavior"
Chewed up nards? Yes, I think that would garner the 1st Prize.