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cuervosueno's blog
 

Greetings from the House of the fox-dogs

Or should I call it Shiba madness?   I have three dogs, a german shepherd named Kai who is mostly good (though once he did attack a car), and two devilish fox-dogs (aka Shiba Inus) named Toby and Jezebel. Toby is two, Jezebel (Bel) is 8 mos. Toby is not terribly foxy looking to me (though others think he is) but Bel is very foxy in looks and behaviour.   If you don't know what a Shiba-Inu is, well, you can check out this webpage http://blackcrest.com/shiba1.html   which is the breeder who bred my beloved "familiar" Toby. Toby looks just like his sire: Tenku Go Etchou....(its a long name, forgive me for shortening it).   Shibas are the smallest and oldest of the Japanese breeds, basically a smallish Akita. They are cute, but as they always say at Westminster when announcing the breed: these are not the dogs for everyone. If you want a super smart dog with a killer's instincts (they were bred to hunt small game), a dog who tends to be aloof with strangers, a dog who steals things, a dog who won't come when called, well, then get a Shiba! Otherwise, you might want a more biddable dog, though shiba antics are always entertaining to those of us who love them.   An example of Shiba madness: for the recent equinox, I left some offerings on the altar. A bit of beer in a glass, some chocolate eggs. Bel, the puppy, is supremely interested in everything on the altar, and because she can leap about three times her height, well, things go missing. Sure enough, I went downstairs in the morning and found the beer glass neatly tipped over and empty, the chocolate eggs gone. (and yes, I do know about the dog/chocolate problem--so note to self--no more offerings of chocolate!)   While I suspect a little shiba puppy of this, as one of my friends said, the gods have accepted the offering--by way, perhaps, of a dog. And certainly, it was as if a wild fox-spirit had come in, rearranged a bit, and took the offerings.   When I figure out how to get my photos hosted somewhere I'll post pics of my fox-dogs.   I also promise poetry on this, so here is a start--a poem about Toby, from my third book (as yet, sigh, unpublished, though the poem was published in the mag. Zone 3):   Toby in the Garden   The devil’s in the garden again. Trampling the herbs-- lavender and lamb’s ears. When he’s done, he’ll pace the window sill, scratching to get in. Or leap to the roof, surveying his domain. Sure, he’s cute--curl of a tail, and puppy swagger. Sweet. Until he sinks his teeth into the skin behind the knee. Little heathen. Devil dog. Just like the men I love: beautiful and fierce, trailing just a bit of brimstone.   Keep your plaster saints. Angels are overrated. Who wouldn’t want a devil in their garden? That flashy charmer and the fruit that flourishes in his hand. He offers it all with a grin, says, come, taste, live a little. Sin.
cuervosueno

cuervosueno

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Starfish & Coffee
 

Coming up on nine months.

A couple of weeks after a heart-to-heart with my niece about how frustrated we both are with the current Mom-care situation, my sister called and left a message on my cell phone -- I only just noticed the light flashing as the call went to voicemail.   She sounded horrible, and told me that we really needed to get together and talk about the situation with Mom. My stomach tightened up, so I grabbed some stuff (water bottle, pad, pen, plush doggie, phone), dumped them in the conference room, went to the bathroom, came back and returned her call.   Oh. My. God.   My sister, niece and I are pretty much all on the same page about this. We're sick of it. My niece has watched my mother be royally obnoxious to my sister and my brother. I've watched my mother basically wait around to die while having us attend her. She's not doing her vocal exercises. She's not wearing her Life Alert necklace, which should be on her person at all times -- it can even be worn in the shower. She sits and watches TV, cooks a little, does laundy and occasionally goes shopping. That's it.   There's a little place in Chinatown/the International District that does daycare for people much less able than my mother. They have a tea service, teach Tai-Chi, have workshops for various hobbies, do fieldtrips both in and out of town. Shit, both my sister and I agreed that we'd like to go. My mother went once, a few weekends ago and said that she'd liked it, that they'd been very nice. So, my sister was working to sign her up for a year's membership, getting it set so that the Access bus would come and pick her up. This would take some of the strain off my brother, who is now complaining about tonsil problems (evidentally, nobody wants to yank them out of an adult). Once our mother figured out what my sister was planning, she damn near rushed her. My sister actually thought our mother was planning to hit her, she came at my sister so fast. All of the sudden, she started ranting about how nosey these people were, how they wouldn't leave her alone. She pulled a 180 within about four mintues of having said that she'd liked the place. My sister was livid for the rest of the weekend, and our mother hid near my niece for the rest of the time.   There's been other stuff, but she's bascially being a stubborn little bitch about this. Fortunately for her, she raised a couple of stubborn bitches and put us in charge of her care. Now, thankfully, we have pretty much full immediate family support for plotting against our mother. We're going to try to make her get well, whether she wants to or not. The plan, sketchilly: I'll be given a copy of the document which says that I have main Power of Attorney, so that maybe I'll actually get a response from Mom's doctor when I next call to ask about her progress.
 
My sister found a woman whose mother does home care for people who need it. If we can get her sit with Mom for even four hours a day for a couple of days out of the week, we can switch off with the Chinatown place and take care of the majority of her care during the day.
 
Our brother can visit daily, a few hours out of each day, to do additional stuff for Mom. This wil free him up to be able to go to the gym and see his friends. There's also talk of seeing if he's willing to move in with Mom (free rent vs. living with a harpy. hmm) once his housing situation ends.
 
My niece and I can drop by in the evenings after work for a couple of hours, switching off nights like we currently do. However, we won't sleep over, and I won't have to drag a suitcase along with me on the bus.
 
My sister will continue to pick Mom up on Friday and keep her through Saturday night, but will take back Sunday as her day to prepare for work.
 
Mom will just have to suck it up, wear the Life Alert necklace, do her exercises and go where we tell her. If she gets mad, maybe she'll learn to type or something so that she'll actually work towards the independence she claims to want.
I'm hoping that all of this is taken care of and tidy before I go to California in May. Mom's going to go ballistic, but ... well, maybe that'll get her off her ass.
byrdie

byrdie

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You will hardly know who I am
 

I think about this world a lot, and I cry.

So I emailed the president this morning.   While I know that the chances that Dubya reads his emails are slim (well...actually the chances that he reads are slim) there's something very cathartic about putting down in writing what I actually think he's done to this country and sending it to him. To be honest, I never really knew that I could do that before.   Meanwhile, I can't get enough of Samhain 2005 lately. Which is a huge surprise since Samhain 2004 smelled like menthol coughdrops on me. Then again, I'm convinced that my skin chemistry has undergone a monumental change in the past few months...since the scents that I never used to be drawn to at all are all I want to wear lately. I'm constantly reaching for something "pretty". Ack.   ETA: Hmm. I think one of the cats deleted a bunch of emails from my Inbox. I should know better than to leave my Inbox open on my desktop.   ETA again: I love parsley. Recipe for a heavenly salad: baby greens, parsley & dill, chopped & mixed...and then tossed with lemon juice, freshly ground pepper and sea salt.
clover

clover

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Starfish & Coffee
 

It is a horrible thing ...

-- to be a scent whore and not be able to smell anything. I have a cold, and while I can taste stuff (*whew*), I can't smell it until it's in my mouth. And yes, some of the obvious crass jokes have occured to me.   If I don't get well soon, I may lose my membership to the Brumbjorn Decant Bitch Club.
byrdie

byrdie

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shelldoo's Blog
 

gotta love

antique lace in my monas locket, it keeps me sniffing a.l. all day. just beautiful, i have been wearing it to sleep and it is just the perfect amount of scent released.     kolbi (my 6y/o) read her first book this week, so i gifted her w/ a scent locket (not bpal a small dainty one) and she has been wearing flower moon in it, she is so stinkin cute she keeps sniffing it saying flower moon is so pretty, she is a bit more girly then i (inderstatement) so she enjoyes all my light florals that i just can't bring myself to wear   wore stfu in my tripple dagger locket last night to a party full of back snipers and didn't have too rough a time of it. course most of the sniping happens after i leave but still..
shelldoo

shelldoo

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Court's Vices and Musings
 

Utter Randomness

A brief summary of what's to come...hopefully with consistantly updated postings, heh. Odd Stories, Good Anime, Personal Rants, Bpal, Existential Ponderings, you name it and I will probably blather on about it here if I feel so inclined. for first blog posts....
shelldoo's Blog
 

i am a dizz

for some reason i was thinking this *would* be available, not this is available.   anywhoo, things are whacky here, i am not used to being helpless, i HATE IT. the good thing is i get time w/ smoo. and she is redoing my house. wow.   tens is helping w/ the pain, but only for short spurts of time, but that is better then nuttin right?   got my tal cns, now i am obsessed w/ gettin it.   hired a night time receptionist and 2 new techs, so i have more people taking care of stuff which eases things a bit for me, plus matt is doin most of the body shop stuff, i just have to write checks, too bad i have to write so many checks i could be rich lol   i am a bit iffy on trish running the salon so easily, i like feeling like i must run it, and feel kinda like they don't need me, yet i am relieved i don't *have* to run it, weird i am i swear
shelldoo

shelldoo

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shelldoo's Blog
 

what a crazy night

i was excited for my first night having my tens unit. figured hell, i would get some sleep *finally* but did i???? no! my 4y/o ds had yet another migraine, so that means just hours of screaming, ice packs, and me rubbing his head. i kept sniffing antique lace which i believe is teh only reason i am still 1/2 sane   he is still hurting, but hopefully will improve through the day. what a great surprise the fools le's were i almost completely forgot abt my wretch of a night.   today i am wearing scherezade, my 5ml can not arrive soon enough! i burned through one imp, and 1/2 of a new swap imp, this scent is one i SLATHER. i am thinking it might smell good layered w/ a.l. but i hate to debauch either of them...weird i know.   in other news while i was not sleeping last night i came up w/ mental designs for tees at the salon. i am excited to get them sketched out.
shelldoo

shelldoo

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Wolf Tracks
 

Drunken Bunnies

The Four Hundred drunken bunnies told me to do it... Really. I love wearing Centzon Totochtin- it lasts all day and reminds me that there's better things in life than just work. Besides the cocoa and a bite (blood?) seem to show through really well. I spent Friday sniffing my writst seeking comfort.   Hot Call Center Guy never messaged me back on myspace. So I'm not cool enough for him or something. Whatever. Jerk. (I know he saw it because he had signed on and stuff) Prolly just ignoring it... I'm not cool like the rest of 'em.   As for Erik- I asked him if he wanted me to stop writing to him since it's kinda odd to have a younger, single, and friendly woman talking to him through his divorce- AND I think we're both flurting with eachother quite a bit. Dangerious territory. But then again, I suck at figuring out flurting.   Erik answered that message by replying with a sweet reply, photos of his cats (I asked what they look like in another part of the message), and ended with a photo of him. He's actully really pretty sweet/cute/attractive looking especially for a guy that's got 5 years on me. *sigh*   Guess I'm going to get through April. Through the birthday and Castle Conquest. Then if he hasn't shaped up I'm going to ask for a month or so to myself. Not to go out and get laid by everyone else, but just to see if it gets his ass in gear to grow up.   Ben stopped by today which was great! I really enjoyed catching up with him and talking about everything. We talked about our relationships, fun stuff, how work is going for both of us, and really enjoyed the time to bum around. Ben is a great guy. I love having a close friend who is like a brother.
LupaWulf

LupaWulf

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Korshka's BPAL Ramblings
 

Can't...resist...the bunny musk...

I'm weak - I caved. I've been really holding back lately with ordering. I have a ton of stuff to try, so I kept telling myself that there was no use getting anything new until I did something about that huge pile of imps (and even a few bottles). But really - how does one resist the temptation of Enraged Bunny Musk or Monster Bait: Underpants (aka Monster in my Panties!). I just couldn't. But it's ok b/c I'm being put in for a big raise. Please let it go through. This is my little gift for me for getting it.   I didn't notice at first that the Monster Bait was only to be up for 24hrs. I would have been really mad if I held off until tomorrow or Monday and realized that I missed it.   Hmm...I should go get to smelling to make room for the new stuff!
korshka

korshka

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Rheliwen of the Weeds
 

Blech

You people must all be out having fun on this lovely Saturday. I am stuck inside researching for 3 awful papers I have to write. My only salvation? Coming here to read the boards every once and a while.   Unfortunately, you people aren't here posting for my amusement!!!
Rheliwen

Rheliwen

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Forum Updates and News
 

Everywhere a Crisis

The raffle should be taking place later tonight. Whoo ha! Di finished the ticket audit at some obscene time earlier this morning (I was actually asleep, that's how obscene it was!).   The skin for the swap feedback is more or less implemented. There's a little detail work that needs to be done (a few image changes & maybe some table/color futzing) yet, but the lion's share is now done. This doesn't have the real image work, but it'll give you an idea of what it'l look like...       Yes, we bought Censura's reviewing software for our swap feedback. No, it's actually not that pretty out of the box. In fact, out of the box, it looks like this... and we don't like those default skins around here       Entry Title: Everwhere A Crisis
ipb

ipb

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poisonapple's Blog
 

I got him!

I think I have finally enabled my Hubby. I was looking at the GC trying to get over my pain at not being able to order at this update. I was just randomly reading off names of the scents...I got to Odin and Lee had a fit...The I did Yiggdrasil and Finris Wolf and he was panting. Yay!!!   It actually took me a bit to talk him out of buying bottles. I told him I would get him the Nordic/Death Gods imp pack with my Lunacy Update t his month.
poisonapple

poisonapple

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Fishnets and Frankincense
 

Paean to Beth for the Monster Bait: Underpants

I stumbled onto the computer to find a PM from the esteemed minilux, notifying me of the Monster Bait: Underpants LE arrival. When I finished rolling around on the floor with glee, I picked myself up and immediately ordered two bottles. I also ordered a bottle of Beltane, because Scotland and gardens and spring just gets my sap flowing. And laying on a bed wearing lovely panties with flower petals strewn all around you is a lovely thought, no?   My ofrenda today is set to honor Beth, high priestess of panty lovers, and to the lovely mods, who invoked the priestess to develop her panty potion. For without question, only friendly monsters should enter our gorgeous panties!   I this place.
valentina

valentina

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Filling the Periodic Table
 

How do I love thee, let me count the ways...

I must say, even though I am not usually the kind of person who waxes poetic about commercial services... I could have the turbotax people's babies this morning.   I've been using Turbotax for the web for the past 5 years (Which is cool on its own, since they have PDFs of my last 5 tax returns available right there online.) It's a great tool, I've been really happy with it when I didn't have very complicated taxes. Since I don't own a house, I usually take the standard deduction, super easy.   When I first moved to California, though, That first year I had to file state taxes in both California and Kentucky. At that point in time, Turbotax only let you do one state tax return. It was a total headache. States don't make it easy, at all.   Anyway, this year, I have to file taxes in both California and Missouri. I was looking forward to the messy process of trying to figure out if I should file resident or non resident in each state, and figuring out how to deduct one state's taxes in the calculation for the other and all that stupid crap, when, lo and behold, Turbotax for the web tells me it can do up to 3 state income taxes and make them all work amongst themselves correctly. Dude, how awesome is that? I have to pay a whole new fee for each state's return, but I know that that extra $30 is saving me hours of confusion, and I sure as hell know that my time is worth it.   I did all of my taxes in an hour this morning. I think this deserves a trip to Starbucks.
antimony

antimony

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Fishnets and Frankincense
 

I love teh Smut

I work for a state legislature. They only meet part of the year and they're almost finished, but the final week or two can involve working some long hours, because they meet into the night. A lot of it is a hurry-up-and-wait process for my office, since if there's something on the agenda, we have to sit around and wait for it to come up for debate. There may be a lot of blog entries from yours truly next week...   Anyway, this afternoon a coworker and I were looking at Monday's very long agenda. He commented on a bill title -- something to do with obscene materials. He said: "Hmmm...it's a smut bill." I automatically said: "I love teh Smut!"   He looked at me and said: "Really?" Not that he's a prude, not one little bit, it was just the rapidity of my remark and my great comfort in saying it that took him aback. I told him about Smut of the BPAL variety. He said: "Is this the same group that made the Beaver Moon t-shirt and that Naughty t-shirt?" I said yeah, more or less. (No point boring him with BPAL and BPTP distinctions.)   I still hope the lovely and talented Macha makes a Smut t-shirt design some day, 'cause we do love teh Smut.
valentina

valentina

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Review Round-up!
 

Starting off

I'm not much of a blogger - my barren LJ and Blurty accounts are proof of that. But I'm always on the forum whenever I get a free moment, so perhaps a blogspot *here* will actually get some attention.   So, yeah.   Yay forum blog!
furygrrl

furygrrl

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march of the impses
 

57 scents tried

All right, I started into BPAL back in February... it's nearly April and I've already managed to try 57 scents.   I must be on a roll.   I've got about 32 I liked/loved. 25 that didn't work/I liked but not enough to keep. Which I assume is a good ratio. I've honestly only kept about 20-25 of the ones I liked, which will probably go down again because I need to really be ruthless.   Gluttony... good god that stuff is killing me. I only tried a tiny bit!!   Guess I'll go recull my keep box.
batsy

batsy

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This Old Snark
 

You take the good, you take the bad...

Snarky was just going to throw out a light, humorous, purple-prose-free post about the miracle of covering things in chocolate (obviously, the good), but she just got a call from the imaging center asking her to come back in for additional views (alarmingly, extremely, horrifically bad).   Based on her mother's occurences of breast cancer (2-3 times, depending on how you look at it), Snarky went in for an early baseline mammogram two days ago. The woman who called was very reassuring about the fact that several women get these "call backs", and that the reasons that are bringing Snarky back in (that have absolutely nothing to do with the glaring C WORD that neither mentioned over the phone) could be overlapped tissue and the fact that the radiologist wants the baseline mammogram to be as accurate as possible.   Still. Snarky can't help feeling the tears crawling up the back of her throat... nor the sense of absolute, blind, shrieking panic just barely restrained by her too-tight, too-cold skin.   Perhaps she should have saved the last chocolate covered Nutter Butter for later.
darkitysnark

darkitysnark

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Whiskers and Whispers
 

Thanks to the Simpsons, I'm trying Telltale Heart.

I know when I'm addicted when I notice little references to BPAL in everyday life. Such as a rerun of the Simpsons that mentioned the Telltale Heart. That instantly solved the decision of what BPAL I should test tonight. TTH it was! And I do like it, but not as much as Great Sword of War which is similar...   I can't get over how wonderful Anthelion is...there are times when it smells like gingerbread with creamy vanilla. Seriously. It actually resembles something from another etailer, but much nicer and with that magickal feel to it that only Beth can do. And it works...I think i will get round to doing a candle ritual or even a meditation with this stuff...I feel so cheerful and calm tonight, less argumentative too. Is that a result of the Anthelion? I also feel a lot less menstrual as well. I think that maybe another reason.   I hope that Beth does something fun for tomorrow. I also hope that anything released tomorrow (if that happens) will be up until at least Wednesday/Thursday? Why? I want to make a big order on my birthday!!!   I also hope my Peony Moon order gets sent asap...
PurringPulsar

PurringPulsar

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littletingoddess' Blog
 

being second guessed

This is a hypothetical question, of course... but why does my husband have to second guess everything I do lately in regards to our daughter??? The doctor I take her to isn't good enough in his mind. Nevermind he's the only doctor I completely trust him, and really like him, and see him for my own health care. And he goes to a PA who's answer to everything is to take an antibiotic, and that's ok?? Nevermind I'm the one who always takes her to the doctor. And he now seems to doubt I know best in everything that pertains to her MSUD. Who's the one who knows how to mix her formula, how much protein she can tolerate, who does her blood sticks, etc, etc, etc.? If I were to die tomorrow, he would be completely lost.   It's not being second guessed that I hate so much, it's just being second guessed by someone who has no knowledge on the subject, yet still assumes his way is the best way??   ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
littletingoddess

littletingoddess

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Shellhell - Hermetically Sealed
 

The Defacography or Humiliation on High

About 6yrs ago, my colon died. Kaput! Gave up the ghost. I was left drinking that nasty crap they make you drink before you have a colonoscopy - but I drank it every day just to go once a week so...   My Gastroenterologist was debating on having my colon removed but he decided I needed one more test before the decision was made. The only thing I was told about this test is that it was called a defacography and that it measured my rectal floor pressure - or in laymans terms, how well the shit went down the chute. Thus the term Defacography - a study of defacating - little did I know....   I arrived at the hospital for my test - very happy that, for once, this test didn't involve drinking vile tasting barium enhanced with Hershey's Quick to make it more palatable -ha! like you can disguise the taste of barium - hello?!   I am called for my test and follow the nurse through a hallway draped with plastic and tools all over the place (my hospital was having remodling and construction done) I enter a room that has an xray bed that is upright so you can stand in front of it. I am perplexed to see that there is a 5gallon bucket with a platstic liner in it, and a toilet seat on top of it, in front of the upright xray table.   I change into a lovely hosptial gown, complete with peek-a-boo rear, and I am asked to go sit on the make shift toilet while they take an xray. WTF? I am told it will show my rectal floor at rest. - okay, so that wasn't so bad.....   The xray table was then laid flat and I was asked to lay with my butt facing the doc. He lifts up my gown, exposing my blushing cheeks, and places and round metal piece on my butthole. I am then asked to stand up and squeeze my cheeks together so I don't loose said metal marker while they put the xray table back to horizontal and place makeshift toilet in front of table. I am asked to sit on the toilet thing (all the while keeping the metal thing in place) and they take another xray. At this point, I am thinking to myself, this is pretty ugly, I hope this is the end of the test. Ha! And it gets worse....   The xray table is once again laid flat, I am told to lay down on top of it. The doctor removes the marker. He goes off to get something, and I see him moving the construction worker"s tools out of his way. As he rummages around, I he picks up a calking gun and starts heading in my direction. OMG - the caulking gun is meant for me?! I thought it was part of all the construction but find out that it is one of the defacography dept. tools - I kid you not!   The doctor places a rubber hose on the end of the caulking gun, and in the slot that a tube of caulking material goes? He puts a tube of barium. He tells me to relax (ha! sure!) and he puts the tube up my butt and starts to "caulk" barium up my ass. I am thouroughly disgusted - How much worse can it get? Let me tell you, never ask that question, because, things can definitely get worse!!!!   So, my butt is full of barium and I am once again asked to get off the xray table while they once again place it upright with that damnable makeshift toilet in front. I am asked to sit on it and told - hold it hold it! and then, they start to raise the toilet thing with a remote control and..... drumroll please... for the finale....   The toilet thing I am sitting on is raised into the air. Yep, I am sitting there,barium caulked up my ass, on a stupid 5 gallon bucket with toilet seat attatched and I am about 5 feet in the air - and if that isn't humiliating enough.... an xray video camera is placed on the side of me, aimed at my poop chute. The doctor is standing in front of me - my knees are eye height to him (OMG can I just die now?!) and with video xray camera rolling, I am told to poop out the barium!!!!   Can I just say "OMFGWTHFBBQ?"   Poop out the barium, 5 feet up in the air, xray video cam rolling, my knees eye height with doc and technicians walking around the room? I am thinking to myself, "what kind of sick f*ck goes into this type of medical specialty? " and then I think to myself....   "I need to get a copy of this tape! I could sell it on a porn site for quite a bit of $$ to some weird freak who would probably get off watching an xray video of me pooping out barium." Hey! it's not like my face would be showing or anything!   Anyhow, I can't stop the stuff coming out of my butt - how much freaking barium did he caulk up there ? This is SICK and WRONG!!!!   Finally, the deed is done and I wash up, get dressed and leave -face red with embarassment....
Rhowan

Rhowan

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Fishnets and Frankincense
 

La Ofrenda

La Ofrenda means "the offering," of course. I love it when Beth describes the ofrenda in the Excolo scents... ah, the offerings to the goddess or the god. The world "offering" to me conjures up passing a collection plate in a uptight church and it immediately takes on a repressed, dreary connotation. "Ofrenda" conjures up the smell, taste, texture and colors of all things juicy and real and alive that you'd offer in celebration to the diety.   There's always talk on the forum and in the blogs about putting on some gorgeous BPAL before you go to bed, and falling asleep in the delicious haze of that aroma. Isn't that an ofrenda to your subconscious self? I rather like the notion. Does it produce deeper sleep, more meaningful dreams, a calmer mind upon awakening?   What about anointing ourselves with BPAL during the day...couldn't we view it as an ofrenda to our waking life? And to our bodies? And I'm not talking about a nonstop, shallow, "I'm-so-fucking-hot" attitude, that vapid bullshit self-infatuation. I'm talking about appreciating your body and your soul for a few moments each the morning before you walk out into the mayhem of the world.   And lingerie is, of course, an ofrenda. Absolutely. While it's commonly seen as an ofrenda to another mortal, is it really? Is is just as much, and perhaps first and foremost, an ofrenda to yourself? Someone else may simply be lucky enough to participate in the celebration. And if there isn't someone else to participate, don't despair -- for the quiet, ritualistic ways that we appreciate the goddess that resides within, is to walk on holy ground.   So divas, anoint yourself, because you're gorgeous. And I'm wearing my cocoa loco bra again today because it's so great under clingy tops. My undies are lacy boyshorts with a keyhole peek-a-boo in the back. And I still haven't gotten over wearing Tunisian patchouli and O, blended together.
valentina

valentina

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