Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Well after my "reconnecting" of Friday, I hate having to wait for my everafter and now, (9 years later) being "Grown-up" enough to realize I have to wait.
2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.
The biased liberal media, nuff said.
3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.
Not having enough money left over each week to not stess about next week.
4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.
Sassy for the Reconnecting Post!
5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.
I have the most sexy, steamy ,green eyes that can cause a man to get weak in the knees along with a wickedly seductive smile and beautiful teeth.
6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.
My turn for ultimate happiness.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I really just wanted to share some pictures of what New Hampshire typically looks like during the winter. Not that it looks that way this winter. Walking in a Winter Wonderland. Enjoy!
Thursday, January 18, 2007
For me, during the end of the age of Free Love and the schmaltz of the 70’s, my idols were considered quite tame at the time. I though I would share what my bedrooms walls were papered with and those of my 17 year old daughters. For me it was theses guys:
The biggest rebel of course was Jim! I actually have my mother to blame for my idolization of that Sex God. I would sit for hours and listed to her Doors alums. It was really the only “out there” album she owned. So, when I put his neked-chested poster on my wall she didn’t really say much.
In my daughters room you can find the following:
and I am not talking about a couple of posters, she has wallpapered her room with magazine cut out, posters and anything else she can get her hands on .
Last night, I said goodbye Now--it seems year I'm back in the city Where nothing is clear But thoughts of me --holding you Bringing us near And tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when Will I hold you again
Eminem's rollin', D an' them rollin'.Boo an' Oh Marvelous an' them rollin'.Women just hoin'.Big booty rollin'.Soon I be all in them an' throwin D.Hittin' no less than 3.Block will style like wee, wee.Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately. I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.And possibly bend you over.Look back and watch mesmack that, all on the floor,smack that, give me some more,smack that, 'till you get sore
I'm sleepingAnd right in the middle of a good dreamLike all at once I wake upFrom something that keeps knockin' at my brain.Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my headAnd spring up in my bedScreaming out the words I dread:"I think I love you!"
it's five in the morning and im up havin phone sex wit u u (so horny)and now im on the hotline over here lustin for u u (so horny)lets talk about sex babylets talk about u and melets talk about bubbles in the tublets talk about makin lovelets talk about u on top or me goin downand lets have a lil phone sex baby on the hotline
What was covering your walls during your teenage years?
Well that it for today's Meanderings. Have a great weekend everyone and see ya Monday!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
The following pictures are of my "Quiet Spot", my Sanctuary and my revitalization. I can not explain how soul filling it is to sit there on an early summer, Sunday morning, with a great cup of coffee,watch the birds and drink in the beauty. This is what keeps me sane raising 3 teenagers all by myself.
Then in the evening after a great BBQ to light the chiminea and sip on a good glass or 7 of Cabernet and you are all invited!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Once a year 400 thousand motorcyclists descend and close the place down for a week. For us "hicks" all of that rowdiness and flesh is mind boggling, especially when you are a teenager. It is like going to a burlesque show and not having to pay a cover!
Oh, you didn't want to see the undersized, hairy nipples did ya.. Ok here ya go
Friday, January 12, 2007
A Bit of History…
“First known as Gilmantown, the town was home to the Gilman family, of which there were twenty-four members receiving land grants. At one time it was the second-largest town in the state, following Portsmouth. A parish first called Averytown, the site of an unprofitable iron-mining enterprise, is still known as Gilmanton Iron Works. Gilmanton was incorporated in 1727 and his Majesty’s Colonial Governor, John Wentworth, signed the Charter on The 20th of May.”
Our population at last check was still under 4000 people. When the wind blows too hard the lights still flicker and that is just the way I like it. It is also the only place in the State of New Hampshire that you can wander around and drink “Adult Beverages and it is not against the law! See why I stay.
It was made famous by author Grace Metalious because of her scandalous book Peyton Place. Some of the characters (whose names were changed to protect the innocent) still live here. Although the book itself is not about Gilmanton Iron Works exclusively, it is based in part on our town and the surrounding area.
The picture above is an aireal view of my little town. I live within walking distance of the lake you can see in the pic. But I prefer a little lake a bit farther down the road as it is less known to the "Invaders" of summer. This beautiful lake is called Manning Lake. I took this while kayaking one Sunday this past October.
I have spent many hours floating peacfully (very buzzed-remember drinking in public is OK!) on this lake. Most of the time joined by these guys. They are not the only "Loons" around, trust me!
And last but not least.. this is my humble abode. I built it ( with Sassy's help and many other friends) for myself and 3 kids in 2000. The first morning there I woke up and let the cats out only to hear one of them scream almost instantly. I ran back to the door and found a very large coyote (size of a big German Shephard) standing on my deck looking in the screen door. He wanted breakfast I suppose. Luckily it was my big old cat (17lbs) and he managed to escape with only a patch of fur missing.
Well that is it for the first installment of Dear Prudence's Meanderings in Peyton Place. I hope you enjoyed it. Bear with me while I figure out the formatting of this Bloggy thing. Peace Out!