Wash your hands!
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Posted:Mar 15, 2013 10:27 am
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One time I was asked what pet peeves I had ... It stumped me. There are a lot of small little things that mildly annoy me, and more things that don't bother me at all. I would rather let people do what they want and learn from it than to tell them what they should do (unless they ask for my advice). One thing bothers me soo much that I want to smack the person on the back of the head and then kick them in the ass.
I am a mild germaphobe. When I use a public restroom, I wash my hands after finishing. It boggles my mind when guys exit a toilet, look at me washing my hands, and rather than take another sink, they just walk out ... You came from the toilet, that means you touched stuff, even just through the super thin, easily breakable, scratchy, toilet paper ... If you left the urinal, I could fool myself thinking that you just unzipped and not actually touched it, I can do that myself, so it stands to reason that others could also. BUT YOU CAME FROM THE TOILET! ... I just look at that handle and wonder how long it might be till someone else enters, just so I don't have to touch that handle ... Even with a paper towel, it still makes me feel queasy just thinking about what could be on that handle.
What are some of your pet peeves? Am I silly to worry about this?
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It's the city!
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Posted:Mar 13, 2013 10:29 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2013 10:33 am
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Here is an interesting thing that came up at work. One of the City's dump trucks caught fire and burned down in the central maintenance facility's parking lot. First, the driver probably didn't do a proper pe-check that is mandatory; however, it is possible that there was a hidden problem. No one got hurt, but, this is where the fire department holds their extra trucks and equipment. It's like your car catching on fire and burning down in a fire station parking lot.
Other news. I've missed out on five accounting positions for the city. I meet all the requirements. The first job, I didn't find out about it till the last day to apply, (field workers are not allowed axcess to the intranet, we have to rely on our department secretaries to post the lists) when I updated my resume and sent it in, I was five minutes past the deadline, so they refused to accept it.
The second, I hadn't done the testing to show that I know what a spreadsheet is and how to use a word processor ... Seriously? I couldn't get in to do that testing till after the position closed, so my resume got thrown out.
So I got the testing finished, mind numbingly easy, found out I type 96 words per minute with no errors (I backed up to correct any errors)
Third job (mind you, this is still the same position as the first two, as I was the only person applying) halfway through it being open, they change the closing date to two weeks earlier, I find out the day AFTER the new closing date. Position is now removed due to no interest. ... Smh
Fourth job, open for three days. I find out due to a supervisor friend calling me so I can apply. I apply, this position needs a beginners test in Word and Excel to make sure I can handle multiple windows open and multiple documents. No testing times are open before the position closes, so my resume gets thrown out again. Fifth time, same position as the fourth (I was the only applicant) and I can't get time or transportation to take the test before it closes. ... So, my resume gets thrown out again ...
Gotta love the intelligence of the city.
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Just an observation ...
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Posted:Mar 13, 2013 8:18 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2013 1:33 pm
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Some guys can't stand that a woman is able to beat them at something. It's sad that instead of congratulating them, they instead try to insult the woman. Apparently, he'd rather win by default than by ability. Douchebags like that aren't men, because that's a real wimpy way to compete. On a side note, I blame politics for this method of competition, as is effective if not moral, but since when did morals affect political campaigns?
Anyway, I thought about berating the sad excuse for a guy, but realized, my comments would improve his numbers. Which is what he was probably wanting in the first place.
So sad, I hope his life improves so he doesn't have to continue these cheap methods.
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Lunch time
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Posted:Mar 8, 2013 10:16 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2013 10:08 am
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I just had lunch at a fast food resturant. As the cashier took my payment and handed me my food, I thanked her very much. She got this huge smile on her face.
My wife says that I'm too damn nice. (usually followed by stating how lucky she is for marrying me, and a kiss ... I like kisses ... )
I suppose that I am too nice, but still, most women don't get enough compliments. Most women ARE pretty, especially when they smile ... I like seeing smiles. Most men need to hide emotions from other men, but why hide them from women?
I may be too nice, but this world would be a much better place if people were nicer. Maybe politer, or just less jackass-like ...
Today, give someone a compliment, and I'll smile a little more in the inside 
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Just my luck!
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Posted:Mar 5, 2013 12:41 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2013 8:53 am
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Right after making that last post, I start throwing some limbs onto the flatbed truck, and dang, a limb catches on my forearm and leaves a ten inch gash up my forearm ... I'm glad that I'm a quick healer. (most of my bruise from the log two posts ago has healed up already)
... Anyway ... Yay! I cut myself with a dang limb ... Again! 
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My 100th post!
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Posted:Mar 5, 2013 12:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2013 10:33 pm
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Well, this is my 100th post. Not bad considering how little time I truly have. Seems I do very little on here when I'm driving trucks guy work rather than when I'm riding in the crew cab.
Other old news. Last Oct I mentioned how I finally overcome my shyness and talked with a hottie ... Well, mid Nov I actually got up enough nerve to ask her out on a date, maybe more. She was super excited, I gave her my number. She wanted to talk on the weekend, maybe more during Winter break from college classes. We found that we shared a few interests, seemed great. My wife was shocked that I finally asked that hottie. She was excited and hoped that I would be able to hook up with the hottie. Weekend came and gone, Winter break came and gone, no calls. I didn't see her at work till Jan ... Her friendliness had changed to normal customer banter ...
I can tell when I'm no longer wanted, and I dislike bothering people. ... /sigh
Eventually I'll take a chance and it'll work
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Smashing my phone
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Posted:Mar 4, 2013 9:51 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2013 11:58 am
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No, not really, almost did though. I was carrying a big log which had a couple of odd shaped legs. I had to drop it to get out of the way of the drop zone. One leg hit and flipped it into my leg right next to my phone ... Didn't hit my phone luckily, I'm going to have a 6" bruise though, but at least my phone is fine
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The Ice Man Cometh (non-erotic)
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Posted:Mar 1, 2013 9:41 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2013 1:05 am
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The headlights softly glistened on the fallen snow. Boots crunching into the snow, we walked towards the stranded motorist. "We got ourselves another one to help out!" beemed George. I said nothing but continued my trek towards the car. I could hear soft clinking coming from George, as many ice crystals had formed in his thick beard. They clinked together with each step he took. Thick leather boots, coated with a thick sheen of ice merrily stomped through the knee high snow, spraying clouds of snow with each step. "I love this time of year Frank! Makes me feel useful!" I stopped and looked at George, a blue skinned mountain of a man. Thick skinned, thick full brown beard, deep set pearls of brown for eyes. He had this huge grin on his face, he was truly loving this. I sighed, and followed in the tracks he was making. "Ooooh Frank, I think this one's got a couple of little 'uns in it!" I looked up and saw the back edge of a car seat and what looked like a six year old bouncing around in the back seat; at the least, we truly are helping people. George merrily starts shoveling out snow from around the tires, as I approach the window and knock lightly on it.
A fair skinned woman in her thirties rolled the window down half an inch, she was bundled up in a royal purple winter coat and seemed a little flustered, but with two loud in the back seat, that's not surprising. I informed her that we were going to shovel out some snow around her tires, help push her car back a little ways so she could get going again on the road, I suggested that she follow in the ruts that other cars had made. Together George and I finished shoveling the snow rather quickly and got her mobile again. She didn't stop to thank us, which made me glad. I'd rather her stay mobile and get home rather than try to thank us and get stuck again. We started walking back to our work truck to find the next vehicle to help get unstuck. Crunch crunch crunch, George seemed to be looking out into nothing, "She was real thankful Frank. I could tell, I could tell in my heart." "Yes George, she was." "She was pretty wasn't she Frank? All bundled up, but very feminine ... I bet she had good color in her cheeks." "Yes George, but that was from the cold and her " "You know Frank, I would like someone like her in my home, someone to come back to after work. I'd take her, she'd like that ... and her little 'uns too. They'd like my home, and I would like the sound of playing." "George, you have trouble around women. I'm the only person you feel comfortable even talking with, and , they play a lot, but they also fight and bicker. I'm not so sure you would like that big of a change, now if you found someone, and together you made a family, I can see that; but not going directly into a family. Sorry George." "Nah Frank, I just want for my home to feel like a home. Have the sounds of LIFE! Playing, bickering ... it's LIFE Frank." He continues getting softer, "A life, worth living." I couldn't truly hear that last word, but I knew it was there.
We drive down the road looking for another motorist, I'm thinking about what George said. "George? Why don't you try finding someone to live with you? You have a grand house, a little big, a little cold, a little intimidating; but if you made it a little warmer, inviting, people would see it for the glory that it is." "Frank, warm is not what I am ..." "Yes George, I know, you are the ice giant. Still, don't you suppose you could find an ... an ice queen that would take you for what you are?" "Nah Frank, you're wrong, ice queens only want to use the cold to hurt or hinder people ... I don't like that." "George? Are you serious??? You say you don't like that? Yet you made this???" I gestured, "For what??? Do you honestly think that the people like getting fourteen inches of snow in a day???" "Frank, you know why I do this, it's to HELP people. The people we help are so thankful for being helped. I like making people happy ... it makes me happy." He continues in a whisper "and gives me a reason to exist."
I can tell that I struck something, he's jovial mood has evaporated. We drive on with a brooding silence. We come across a tow truck that has just finished pulling a stuck motorist out. The motorist is thanking the tow truck driver as we pull up behind them. The motorist gets in his car and leaves as George stomps up to the tow truck driver. Screaming George yells "What do you THINK that you're DOING??? Helping People is what I DO!!!" The driver tries calming George down, but to no avail. George gets so mad he flips the tow truck onto it's side. The driver turns a shade of white fright upon seeing the strength of George. I run over through the snow to try to stop George as he stomps up to the driver. Tilting his head up to the driver, George beems. "Looks like your tow truck is stuck, would you like some help?" The driver nearly faints, and before he can respond, I zip in and answer George "Yes, he'd love to have some help with getting his truck back on it's wheels. Seems it also has some dents that he'd love to have fixed." As George shambles over to the truck, I apologize to the driver. We get him righted and repaired and he goes on his way.
"George, you can't keep doing that. You can't fix what you break and expect people to be happy about it." "Why not Frank? That guy seemed very relieved." "George, I think he was relieved that you weren't going to throw him, instead of his truck. You have to find a way to live without disrupting everyone's lives." We finish our day in contemplation ... How can I help someone that refuses to allow others to help him. Today will make him feel better, the snow and ice will melt. He'll make another day next winter and I'll be stuck helping him help people. As another cold breeze blasts me in my face, I think, don't we all have a little bit of George in us?
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Uggg, bad Sunday
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Posted:Feb 24, 2013 5:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2013 11:09 am
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Ever have one of those days when looking back you wish it had never happened. Just skip past that entire day. ... Well, that's today (Sunday) for me.
I screwed up my homework majorly bad, I hold myself to a very high standard ... and this was incredibly low for someone with low standards ... THAT bad ... screwed my mood up pretty darn bad.
Then I guess I was a douchebag to my wife, ugh  Even right after my previous post about taking charge of improving yourself - and I go and do this???? /sigh
Found out our car got a large 9" crack in the windshield (right in front of the driver)
Time to take control of today ... salvage something positive from it.
Good Bye Sunday ... Hello ... Monday??? Gaaa ....
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Finally, My New Year's Post - Look towards a new year - improve one's self
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Posted:Feb 23, 2013 11:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2013 10:17 am
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I've been seeing standard members posting images in the blogs ... When I signed up, one of the benefits of being silver or gold was the ability to post pictures on your blog. So I assumed that I couldn't post any pictures, and never even tried. I know ... I know ... I trusted what Gay Hookup Zone told me. Anyway, this is my first attempt at posting a picture. I'm hoping everything goes well with it ... with that said, on to my post:
It's a new year ... kind of late for me to finally be posting this ... but shoot ... it's worth saying.
I firmly believe in the ability to improve where I am in life, simply by working on improving it myself. There are cases where I need other's help, and sometimes timing is more important than what I can personally do; never-the-less, I am in charge, and if I want to improve my life, I need to lead the improvement. Waiting around for improvements will be very slow if any improvements ever happen. I can make others start working on improving my life a lot faster than just waiting around for the right thing to happen ... for example; If my neighbor abandons his house and it gets into bad disrepair / blight, I can initiate action by contacting the city's blight control department and notifying them about the situation and that I want it improved, or I can wait for their inspectors to find it on their own time and work to improve it ... if I initiate the contact, I am forcing the city to start working on it. It could be fully cleaned up and taken care of months before an inspector would've happened to go down my block and see it.
Long words for simple solutions - if I want to improve myself or my life, I need to initiate the change. if you want to improve your self or your life, you need to initiate the change.
Saliva did a song that was the entrance theme for the WWE wrestler Jericho. Last year I listened to it several times while driving for my college classes, it helped motivate me to bust my head and keep on getting my "A's" so I can graduate with a high GPA and get a safer, better paying job.
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Here are the lyrics
I'll never see any side of heaven
I've walked for miles through a blazing hell
It doesn't matter what you think I'm supposed to be
Because I myself know all too well
I'll open your eyes and make you see
I'm the king of my world
I'll break down the walls around you now
I'm the king of my world
I'll break down the walls around you
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My mind alone is filled with rage for you
I am the pastor to your sheep
I am the master of my destiny
I am the king of all I see
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I'm the king of my world
I'll break down the walls around you now
I'm the king of my world
I'll break down the walls around you
Be the king of your world, take it by the horns, take control of your own destiny, you can do it, I can do it.
Live Powerful,
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Sitting in the snow
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Posted:Feb 20, 2013 8:35 am
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2013 10:34 pm
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Well, the Blizzard of Oz is here. Time for me to clear bridges for the citizens, if it turns into ice instead of sleet, then I'll have to do mandatory overtime taking care of down trees / limbs while watching out for down power lines ... Soooo excited right now ... Yay!!!
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Just my luck
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Posted:Feb 15, 2013 8:38 am
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 8:58 pm
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Last night, after she's finished a call to her friend, and I get to a good stopping place for my game. I hop into bed, horny like crazy for her, she's wet and very willing ... Then right before penetration ... My leg cramps up. I end up trying to walk it off and stretch it out for fifteen minutes, she's asleep now, so I just lay down, find a comfortable position and go to sleep.
At least the cramp was gone after a good thirty minute power nap ...
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Sick Sex
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Posted:Feb 14, 2013 10:51 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2013 1:06 am
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We have both gotten over sinus infections, only to get another round of them. She works with and needs to be well to work, I ran out of sick time / vacation time / personal holiday time / etc, so we have to get over this round fast. We had been avoiding getting in each other's faces, sleeping back to back, just to try to get over this sickness. It's been hell ... I get super horny when sick, maybe my body does that when it thinks I might be ready to die ... as a last harrah or something, I dunno. My balls ache bad, jeans are too tight, hell even my briefs are too tight ... made me think about going commmando a few times (which I have done several times previously). Anyway, we're starting to get better, both of us have antibiotics coursing through our systems, feeling better. Midnight passes, it's now officially Valentine's Day.
I start caressing her butt, smooth, curvy. I love the way it feels ... the way my hand cups it perfectly, running my fingers across her cheek, I tap her panty line with my fingertip. My cock becomes an iron bar, throbbing with impatience. I get on my knees and slip one knee in-between her legs. She moves one leg up, giving me perfect access to her sweet pussy. I brush my cockhead up to her panty covered pussy, I can feel the heat radiating from there. I run it across the lace, slowly, taking in the texture of her lace ... Impatience takes it's course, I am backlogged with jizz. Even while asleep, she is a very willing receptical for my load. I move her panty to the side, and run my cockhead up and down her slit, letting my precum lubricate her. She responds by getting wet, when my cock head feels her wetness, our lubrications have met, I spread her open with my fingers, and slip my cock deep up into her. I only get five veiny inches in before the lubrication has coated as much as it can at this moment, so I ease up, flex it up and down, side to side, lubricating more of it with her wetness. Finally, I'm able to slam all of myself into her. I hear her moan with the unexpected pleasure. I'm trying to be soft, slow, but my impatience from how long we've kept from having sex overcomes me. I start humping faster. Grabbing her hips, I pull her onto me and I thrust into her. After a while I just lose it, but being backlogged, I can only shoot a medium load into her, 3 good spurts. If I stay in her, I can keep on giving her spurt after spurt for five to fifteen minutes, but I'm tired, and my sickness catches up with me. I roll off and fall unconscious ... but not before I realized that I hadn't even woken her up yet.
Thirty minutes later, I wake. Refreshed from my Power Nap, my nuts are screaming at me to take her again, and take her again I do. This time I grab her panties, slide them off of her ass, she moves to help me get them off of her, as I pass her feet, she wakes up. As she still has my first load in her, she is well lubed for me and I ram-rod it into her. She gasps out an "oh hell yeah!" before it turns into grunts from my forceful fucking. I am no longer taking it easy, I grab her hips and slam her onto me, my hips hitting hers send her bouncing off of me as I take her doggy style. I put one hand on her lower back and give her pressure, holding her down on me, tightening her around my cock, driving her crazy. My other hand abandons her hip as I grasp her by the back of her neck, I pause, and throw her hair to the side so it's not lying on her face. I want her to feel me penetrate her without being distracted by hairs. I re-grasp the back of her neck, and pound her on me. I am her man. She is my woman. I am her cock, and she is the sleeve for my cock. I smile as she climaxes around my cock and I hear her moan in pleasure. She has been missing this as much as I have. I quicken my pace even more so when I feel her climax a second time. I don't have the breath that I normally do because of this sickness, so I'm breathing hard, deep gutteral pants and grunts each time I slam into her. I can stand it any more and just unload into her. A dozen or more spurts fill her full an flow out of her as I pump more creamy jizz into her. This time after rolling off of her, I have to catch my breath before falling asleep. She's gasping also. "Oh my god! That was Awesome!" and more like that from her, then me. Slowly we regain our minds and breathes and fall back asleep.
Three hours later, I reawaken, my nuts are still cross with me. I look her over. Gorgeous. Just then, she turns onto her back. The blanket slips just under one of her breasts. I admire it. Large, curvy, gorgeous, perfect areola around a large nipple that is stiffening from the cold air. My cock stirs, my nuts start rolling in their sac. My cock turns into iron again and I can't help myself. I toss off the blankets and I get inbetween her legs. She quickly hooks her feet behind me and I enter her. I reach down and caress and fondle her tits as I pump into her. She starts driving herself onto me like she's riding me, this is pure heaven. She starts milking me with her muscles as she rides me in missonary, I'm pounding into her, but she's more riding me and milking me at the same time. I start gyrating, which throws off her rhythm; however she really likes it, because now I'm spreading her with the sides of my cock. I regain control of the fucking and take her hard. In and out, left to right, I can feel her cervex with the tip of my cockhead. She climaxes and I lose it again and pump another solid load right into her womb. This time I roll off, I'm fondling her tits as we catch our breathes, "Happy Valentine's Day babe" and she returns my proclamation. Sleep takes us again ...
Alarms start going off, telling us to get ready for work ... Snooze buttons get hit ... and hit again ... and hit again ...
Finally I roll over to her, she's laying on her back, breasts showing ... gorgeous breasts, I start fondling them as I tell her I really don't want to get up. She reminds me that I don't have any time left, and I have to go to work. "But babe, I really want to feel myself in you again." She agrees, but reminds me that I can't do anything, as I have to get ready for work. ... That doesn't last. I enter her easily, from so much of my jizz in her and that she's gotten wet again for me, I slide in easily. She tells me that I'm not hard, so I need to go soon. I respond by flexing my cock, sending a throb of hardness into her, her eyes light up as I slowly pull out, then slam it back into her, getting harder with each thrust. Soon I have her legs on eiher side of my head. Groping her tit with one hand, and the side and back of her head with the other, I pound into her. I look into her eyes, and forcefully prevent myself from leaning down and kissing her. I pound her hard, she hits a high level of pleasure and cries out to me. I wonder, did I just give her an orgasm, or just a really big climax? My cock starts twitching, thinking I had given her an orgasm is making me want to shoot a fourth load into her. - Then she does it, takes me over the edge. "I want your ! I want you to impregnate me! Make me pregnant!" and from that, I just lose it, spurt after spurt after spurt, I truly drain my nuts into her, leaving a huge wet cum stain on the bed.
After cumming, I have to hop out of bed and take a hell of a fast shower, get dressed, get to work, ... hair is still deheveled, I'm still out of breath, but I made it on time, with one minute to spare!
Now hopefully we haven't made all this avoidance for naught. I hope we both finish getting over this ... Gawd I miss kissing her.
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