One of the most wicked Gamer Gurls arrived in town today for a quick drink and dish, the infamous and not ready for public consumption Ms Salt!  She is a fucking riot!  And all so tasty.  LOL

Salt is – how do I say this – scary.  She is brilliant.  She is tough.  She is beautiful.  She is fiery.  She takes no shit from anyone.  She is on her way up to San Francisco for a week of work.  She is staying with Nebrina.  Salt is location scout.  She is only 26.

May and I were actually acting like school girls waiting for a rock star to arrive. We kept looking out the front window wondering when she would get here.  Salt lives down south and we got a 4 am text saying she was on her way.  So I figured 6 hours of driving means she should arrive around 10 am – they told me there would be no math on this blog!!!! – 10 am passed by and it got to be past 11 am.  Finally we HEARD her stereo arrive.  The Used was blasting – FYI.   She looked FABO – holy shit.  She was wearing tight leather pants and black T-shirt (Suicidal Tendencies) – and of course black cowboy boots.  She LIVES in cowboy boots.  As she exit her beat up car, Salt yells so the whole neighborhood could hear “Sorry I’m late, needed coffee and had to piss wicked a few times.  I’m completely wrecked from last night.  No fucking sleep.”  She is such a man.  LOL

Side Story:  The first time Salt met my parents was so typical of how she is.  She was a Sophomore while I was in my Senior year at UCSB.  Salt was living next door with her 30 year old grad student girlfriend.   My parents were visiting and Salt walked into my apartment in her usual manner – hung-over, cigarette dangling from her mouth and only wearing black panties and black t-shirt.  She came through the front door and went into the kitchen to steal / borrow / partake of my food in the refrig.  She is leggy and lean.  She sees my parents and smiles.  “Oh I know you.  You are the peeps that popped out the crazy one.”  My parents laughed.  Salt stands there for a minute, sizing them up.  She makes an impression.  “So I hear you guys are into BDSM, so am I.”  My mom went red in the face but my dad’s smile got even bigger.  He loves women that are too the point.

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Memorial Day

Today I think of Uncle Tom-Tom though I never met him.  He was my dad’s oldest brother, and was killed in action in 1969.  Over the years I have heard so many wonderful things about him.  I always am sad that I never knew him.  So today, I think of him and share this family story

When he was 12, he decided to dig a tunnel.  Not a tunnel to China but one that would go under a portion of the large circular driveway out in back of the main house.  He recruited a few friends and his brothers and they started digging.  Their dad drove by and asked what they were up to – shovels and dirt was flying – “digging a tunnel” said Tom-Tom.  “Good have fun.  Build it right.” said his dad.  The boys were bringing in boards from the barn and building it right.  The rest of the day, one by one, all of the other boys stopped digging and building but not uncle Tom-Tom.  He was said to be very stubborn and focused.  He dug and dug and dug.  He put those boards in.  He moved that dirt.  That tunnel got dug, right under the driveway.  Then their dad came home and drove over the tunnel and it collapsed.  The front of the car almost made it across but the back of it fell into the now collapsed tunnel.  Dad got out – a little miffed - but completely amazed that they had completed the tunnel.  Then he worried where the kids were….

The boys were all in the house except for Tom-Tom who was running to hide in the barn.

Repeat from last year but the thought is the same -

angiedarkheart:

As I go about today, I am thinking of my dad’s oldest brother, the one they called Tom-Tom, who was killed in action in 1969.  Though I never met him, he lives in the hearts of all of our family.  I love you Uncle Tom-Tom.  I am sorry I never got to know you!

To all who have given so much, I say thank you

Moanday morning but it is HOLIDAY today bitches.  No school.  No work.  Just fun! – and some homework tonight – blah…   So you would think I slept in today – nope.  May and I were up and out of the house at 5 am to workout.  The gym was quiet.  It has been a long time since I’ve seen it that quiet – not since December and the holidays.  Right now it is 6:15 am.  I need to shower but I was hungry for fruit and for babble.

not my ass - just posted for my lovely pervs. (wink)

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Great bike ride yesterday – OM MY FUCKING GAWD – it was perfect in Niesene.  The five us rode hard.  We rode fast.  We rode up and down and around and over every trail.  It was perfect.  The boys were – how do I say it – were wary of me.   Big Bird was hovering as usual but for once not sniffing around like a puppy dog.  T-man was actually polite which in not his way.  I think Jazzy had a talk with them.  Derm was on the ride but thankfully he was not his usual horn dog self.  Best of all, my melt down was not a topic of conversation with him or any of them.  Derm can suddenly become all mr doctor knows shit-all.

The topic of conversation at lunch – we went to the Britt – was what happened in the hotel room.  Turns out that T-man was the most sober – and he basically filled me in on everything.  Fucking idiots.  Like I said then, booze and strippers.  Derm’s brother wife is fucking still mad at him, Derm, Jazzy and me. - well I guess if you put your penis into a stripper and your wife finds out, don’t lie.  Hello???  She never liked me.  The chair broke when one dude had a stripper on her lap and another dude (I think it was Derm) decided to fuck her ass – and the weight of the three of them broke the chair.  They are lucky no one got hurt.  As for the broken mirror, that was an accident. 

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