There are so many milestones in life...and in the life of being a parent. Today was one for Eldest...and for me. My 14 year old baby boy got to drive for the first time today.

While earlier in the week I'd mentioned to him that maybe the weekend would be a good time to give his first lesson a go, to his knowledge, when we left the house this afternoon it was just to get him some weights for working out. He'd been wanting some and I'd been pricing. When we got in the car I found that I kept glancing over at him him a warm smile and en route I asked him if he was excited about driving some day. He smiled and said yes. When we were getting gas I took a longer moment to look n smile and he finally said "What?!" Lol I told him that I was just thinking about how quickly he was growing up (did the sappy Mom thing) then asked him if he'd like his first driving lesson. He tried to play it cool, but his little smile spoke many words.

We pulled into the AT&T parking lot and switched seats. For the first lesson I mostly wanted him to get used to where things were, get a feel for the car, etc. He sat behind the steering wheel with a big grin on his face...and I realized that mine was about as big, lol. I was so excited for him (as well as it scaring the fuck out of me, of course ). As he went to buckle up, I grabbed my camera and started clicking away. "Moooooom", he exasperated.

While I admit that during the lesson my foot reached out to hit the invisible brake on the passenger side a couple of times, lol, it went well (Much better than my first time ). I could sense his nervousness and excitement and reveled in it all. I would calmly explain things, potential situations, etc. At one point he accidentally drove past the last turn into the lot and was heading for the street. It wasn't a busy street (unless it was baby duck season, with them stopping all the cars as they waddled across, lol, but we have some time before that still), so I wasn't worried, but it made him nervous and he turned into the next lot that he could...then drove over a curb, lol.

After the lesson we went and got a Jamba Juice and then his weights. It was a really nice time...quality time. A day I'll always remember.

Later that evening Youngest and I watched a movie we've seen many times but never grow tired of...My Cousin Vinnie. We sat there, fire roaring in the fireplace, watching, laughing, quoting along with the movie and eating candy orange slices. Far into the movie, he laid his head on my lap, I ran my hands through his hair and we snuggled to the end.

These are the moments I treasure. From the milestones to the things we've done a million times, yet never tire of.

It was a good day.

Okay I'll start this off by making fun of me and get to the rest of you later on.

bullshit: I hate to hear about your problem but have no opinion on the matter. When and if I do I will try to candy coat it.

H This is something you need to take serious (hold on, I'm going to grab up that kid and beat some ass.)

simple: I see your problem you black hearted bitch. Much like that rabbit I saw on my way to work had to hit the ditch to run his ass over but I got him. Damn rabbits, shitting all over the countryside.

-J: Sometimes logic is not the best answer. I will pray on this and get back to you. May the lord walk with you until my return.

Trish: The damn thing looked like it was starving so I stomped it to death with my boots. I can't save all these miserable bastards.

Ed: I was so disappointed to find out we wouldn't have a new fur kid around the house.

AO: I feel I know the answer but just hate to state my opinion.

HN?: follow whatever advice AO gives. It is always good and we seldom disagree.

Lindy: AO I have to strongly disagree. I tell you one damn thing you better be glad at times an ocean separates us.

HH: I damn sure have no time for your problems. Suck it up I damn sure don't have time to mess with you.(ps. hubby and I did something very sexual last night but I am too embarrassed to tell it.)

Stevent: Why does everything have to be about sex doesn't anyone feel with their heart and soul anymore? Big dick this....big tits that...just makes me sick.

MH: She gasped at the mountain of meat he unfolded from his zipper destine for her dripping love hole.

JAR : I know that was just a joke and you didn't really mean it.

Jule: Okay it was a tasteless joke. I sure won't do that again.

DI: I swear this woman is driving me out of my mind. (Hold on it the phone) Probably that damn kid again .I swear you think you are rid of them by shipping them off to Mexico and they call non stop.

Auburnblonde: Thanks for your advice and I have no further questions.

OMG! So much SNOW!!!! SNOW~SNOW~SNOW~SNOW~blizzard like conditions~SNOW SNOW~SNOW~SNOW!!!
The kids were let out 2 hrs. early today, so I been driving in the SNOW for the last 5 hours running errands. (i know, i should of done it yesterday), but then wut fun would that be?
K, don't get me wrong, when I got home I did not want to have to shovel me a path from the car to the front door. Nor did I want to shovel the grass so my dog has a place to go potty. But I did love going out and playing on the quads. Then of course came the snowball fight with the girls.
All I keep hearing is lets go SLEDDING!
Told them maybe tomorrow when we can actually see, but I highly doubt we will make it to the top of the hill tomorrow to even sled down it. Told them to let's just bundle up and roll down the hill!
They didn't seem to like that idea to much.
I just know they wanna see me wipe out!
Last yr. when we went, I was going down on an inner tube. When I laid acrossed it and got ready to push off someone landed on top of me with such force, and off we went! Sliding down this steep @ss hill, someone laying on my back, my coat, sweatshirt, shirt somehow got lifted up and my stomach was rubbing snow all the way down. SNOW, in my face, up my shirt, and ummm a snowburn?!? on my belly
Yeah here to come find out after we crash landed, it was my 16yr. old nephew. And he and everyone was laughing so hard, they were crying.
Ah, the SNOW, the memories!
So, who wants to go SLEDDING!!

Hi all. Just got time to come here.
I hope you all are doing good.
Just wanted to say hi.

TG/H

I was playing with Akasha, the last time she was here and she come out of the kitchen with a potatoe, I asked her"What you got there babygirl?" She came over to show me and told me it was "A little tiny baby labbit egg". I couldn`t help it... I had to scoop her up and smooch her little cheeks!

Hey, why cant I comment? It keeps saying 'inc=valid capcha'

Okay, Ive heard a lot of men claim that they give good head but when an actual hook up occurs some of you don't have the slightest clue in hell as to what it is you are doing. And just because you love giving head doesn't mean you give it well so here are 5 small tips to help you and your lady out...

1.) There is more to it than the clit: The clit isn't the only part of the vagina that loves attention during 69. The vagina isn't just for your dick. So stop ignoring it. Put your finger(s) in it, use a vibrator, a carrot (not my thing but I thought I'd throw it out there), something, ANYTHING but play in it please. I mean for crying out loud your face is covered in lady juices so why are you afraid of getting your hands dirty?

2.) You have options: Speaking of the clit, there are more sensations we like other than you flicking it with the tip of your tongue. Suck it, bite it (not too hard- I can not stress this enough) or again use your hands and give it a little break so she doesn't orgasm in 30 seconds or less. Alternate and repeat. Do you like it when a woman just bobs up and down on your dick with her mouth and nothing else or do you like it when she sucks the whole thing, then just the tip, licks it, grabs it and jacks you off while sucking it and plays with your balls? We like a little variety too.

3.) Rug Burn = No fun: Shave your face or at the very least trim your mustache. No woman on this entire planet thinks having rug burn on her inner thighs is col. We do have to get up and go to work/school/shop when you are done. We need to be able to walk without being in constant pain. Not being able to walk because of the earth shattering orgasm one thing and is totally different than being in pain because our thighs are chaffing.

4.) Her thighs are not there just to get in the way: You don't just have to rush right in and start going at it like you're starving, kissing a ladies thighs can only go one of two ways- a. it'll turn her on even more or b. she'll laugh like crazy cause it tickles, either way its fun so stop using them to prop yourself up. Rub them while you're eating her out, grab them and pull her legs open but just stop pretending like they aren't there. They are an erogenous zone.

5.) Its not going to break: There are some men who eat pussy like if they get too close or too into it its going to break. You do this too when having sex. If your lady likes it a bit harder during sex she probably wouldn't mind you losing yourself and letting go when your face is in between her legs. Bury your face in there, swim around, come up for air and then dive back in. The vagina is attached. It will not break, it will not come off, it will not need to go in and be re-detailed if you bang it up a bit with your mouth so stop treating it like a new Sabb and rough it up a bit. Touch it and act like you love doing it. If you say you love eating pussy then EAT IT don't just taste test it.

Thank you

I read this today in the paper. I can't figure out how it was done!

Q: Was anyone ever arrested in the robbery of millions of dollars from a truck by a hole cut in the roof while it was going down I-80 years ago?

A: The theft of $2.3 million from a truck-trailer rig as it traveled down Interstate 80 in 1999 is unsolved.

On the night of March 24, 1999 in a rain, a thief apparently climbed unseen onto the roof of an unarmored trailer after it left Sacramento, cut a hole in the roof and somehow removed the money without being detected, The Bee reported.

When the truck arrived in San Francisco, workers discovered the money was missing, a strange bag and a pool of water on the floor from rain and the hole in the roof.

The thief or thieves reportedly got away with about 270 pounds of $20 $50 and $100 bills.

An FBI spokesman told The Bee that the theft was one of the most unusual that he could remember.

Loomis, Fargo and Co. discontinued the cash shuttles shortly after the theft, FBI officials said

James had never been frightened of storms, but this one brought with it an uneasy feeling as the lightening tormented the sky, he found himself searching the terrain for a safe harbor until the worst had passed. He walked with a stead-fast, sure foot but held his head down to keep the rain from stinging his eyes. The wind was blowing so bad it made it hard to see; he took a quick glance up and around and in one small glimpse a violently flapping piece of tin brought his attention to the barn. Now with a direction to head himself, he took off in a dead run to seek shelter within its folds. He knew it wasn’t perfect but it would have to do, he was soaked to the bone and freezing. He slid through the doorway and that’s when he saw her, he stood frozen unable to move, the pounding in his chest was so loud he unconsciously raised his hand and placed it upon his chest hoping to dull the racing beat that pounded like a tribal drum. She stood but fifteen feet from his gaze and a part of him wanted to run back out. He felt a tinge of guilt as he soaked in the sight before his eyes, but his feet would not move he could not raise them. It was then he realized he hadn’t dared even to take a breath. Crossing her arms in front of her; he watched as she grabbed the tail of her shirt and slowly with a mild struggle she raised her arms up and over her head. Her hips swayed gently from side to side as the fabric clung to her rain soaked skin, the shirt now up an over her head she peeled the sleeves off her sinewy arms flinging it to the straw covered floor in front of her. Her hair was soaked and the water left trails of raindrops slithering down her back. He couldn’t help but notice the way they traced the curve of her back and landed just at the waistline of her denim jeans. She shuffled from one foot to the next attempting to kick off her now soaked and mud ridden shoes. He stared in disbelief and awe, one foot moving ever so quietly in front of the other. He wasn’t even aware of his approach all he could see was that before him was the woman he loved and her skin called to him. He tried to steady his breathing, to push away the lump in his throat, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t. Her shoes now tossed to the side she reached for the button of her blue jeans and James reached out to touch her neck. Laura should have been startled, she should have been afraid, but she was neither. Instinctively she knew it was his touch, the same touch she’d imagined time and time again. She closed her eyes and waited. His fingertips trailed down her neck and across her shoulder and Laura found herself succumbing to her desires. She leaned slightly backward, pressing herself against the heat of his body, willing him not to stop. James lowered his head letting his lips trail where his fingers had just been. Taking in the sweet smell of her skin he gently turned her to face him. Laura looked up into his longing eyes and she knew there would be no turning back, she had waited far too long to hold him close, to know his touch, and now here she was alone with him. The outside world was lost to them; it had no existence in this moment. Her fingers meticulously went to work on the buttons of his shirt and soon it rested alongside hers on the straw floor. Her lips met his and he kissed her soft and gentle easing her body closer and closer to his own. He could feel her breast pressing against his chest and her lips pressed harder and deeper to his. His hands trailed down her sides and he flawlessly in one motion unzipped her jeans and began to slowly rock them back and forth down over her hips, kneeling down allowing her to steady herself against him he removed one foot and then the other. Standing before him he looked up taking in every inch of her. He kissed each knee tenderly as he caressed her thighs. Laura reached for his rain soaked hair, letting her fingertips slide down his neck pulling his face closer to her until his mouth rested upon her belly, one small gasp escaped her lips, her knees buckling beneath her and James gently guided her body softly to the straw laced floor…

BS I challenged you the other day to write your story about Dave, and you in turn threw that challenge right back at me. Here's my response...lol Hope you all enjoy!

There are unspoken thoughts in his head tonight and as much as he tries to void them from his mind he cannot fight the urge to surrender to their sweet seductive calling. Each blink becomes more exaggerated letting the images slip into focus drifting ever so gently into a peaceful slumber. His breathing slows as he quietly watches from the distance and before long he smells the earthy wet scent of rain. The clouds now moving swiftly above his head darken the skies and the roll of thunder can be heard in the distance. Stretching one muscular arm out in front of him he feels the cool drops bounce upon the palm of his hand. He had always loved the rain, loved the way it mellowed his spirit and brought him to a place inside of himself where all things seemed to have purpose and meaning. Setting out on foot he begins his dreamy journey. To where? He has no clue. The rain falls in a steady smooth rhythm and he marvels at his shoes now soaked and stained with mud. He travels along the road now willing him to follow. Thunder now roaring, has him a bit concerned and the winds pick up making it more difficult to see, his once pleasant walk now feels more like danger.

James had been fighting an emotional war of the heart now for far too many years. His love for Laura was beyond anything he could have conjured up, but he told himself down through the years that he’d never push her. She had her reasons and James had tried to understand them, Laura just hadn’t been able to surrender to her feelings for him but he knew in time she would.

Across town, Laura gazed out her window letting her mind roam, and her heart pounded in her chest. She had loved James for as long as she could remember, and she was tired of pretending that she didn’t. Tonight she could not put James out of her head, hard as she tried to fight the feeling in the pit of her stomach she couldn’t fight the taunting ache to touch his skin, and to hear his voice. She closed her eyes and pulled her pillow close to her chest pulling her knees up tight, longing for sleep to save her. The sounds of thunder were distant but she could feel the rumble low in her ears, one last shift of her hips and she drifted to sleep, rain now stung her cheeks as she found herself standing on the roadside, puddles were about her feet and the echo of their landing played a soft melody. The sky was dark and she knew she needed to find refuge from the storm that was brewing. Walking with a swift steady pace she spotted what appeared to be an abandoned barn. The house beside it had at one time seen happier times but now it lay in rubble. She began to run, her feet moving quickly beneath her. The barn grew closer in her view and she couldn’t wait to get out from under the violent sky. Lightening was crashing all around her the thunder so loud she felt it course through her body. This was going to be a bad storm and she was relieved to have found a safe haven from its wrath.

A little bit of Angels what i need , A bit of good grief a friend in deed.
Stevents Jokes up in the air,hey look at honeyboo she got great hair

Anons ,1,2 3,4 5 they make this place become alive
With HH here and Roofie too.they just make u want to juke and jive

Anon# 3 and mambo#5

Theres UP &Down moving around,warped is here to rock the house down
And when i see auburnblonde i say oh my, Look up there, there is SKY

A little bit of CC in the sun, DI and BS having fun
A little bit of sassy all night long, MM would you like to come along
Kngsol s here and girls galore, every one u gotta adore
You can run But you cant hide,Hd will be at ur side

anon # 3 and Mambo #5

What we gonna do with the roo,Tim is here,ya know Jokeroo
Essexboy and kipper too, ALWAYS keeping an eye on you
Thats ok and thats alright Beckys here and shes outta site

Theres hippie sis what a gal , midas too what a pal
AO an lindy cant forget them, oh and trish what a gem

A piece of everyone on this site helps get us through the nite
And while this song doesnt have great style, I do hope it mad you smile

ANON #3 an Mambo #5

Firstly, i've only been with my boyfriend 4 months and have only been sleeping with him for 3. Secondly he's only the second person i've ever slept with, the first one being a complete tosser in the end and me only doing it once and regretting picking him. Therefore I forget about him and pretend that my current boyfriend was my first. Also, i know i am his second which i accept, but i still get a bit put off by it...is that a bit crazy that i wish he lost it to me? Anyway i feel as if i can count him as my first because in comparison he is HUGE. Not pornstar 12 inches around huge, but a fair 8 1/2 inches which considering it was only my 2nd time when i first slept with him, was a bit of a squeeze. [excuse the pun] Now im not some slutty hoe-bag, infact my friends thought id be a virgin forever [which probably influenced my decision to pick the first guy] but i knew instantly when i started to get closer to the guy who would shortly become my boyfriend that i wouldnt be able to wait long before i slept with him. haha naive me i hadnt yet seen the size of his rod so wasnt in the least bit anxious about it. but yer we had sex within a month, and it was ok, nothing too vigourous, considering, but it felt like a nice way to bring us together and i know i felt closer. he was gentle, as he knew what he was working with but because of an injury he sustained through sport he couldnt even masturbate for a year so has become quite sensitive shall we say. that was fine in the beginning because i was still adjusting to his little friend and he has got a lot better in the past few months but as times gone on and he hasnt come so quickly anymore ive felt ive had to show my enjoyment a bit more, the thing is he hasnt made me orgasm once yet. not through sex of any kind or manually or orally. i think its because im constantly worrying about him coming too soon because i know when he does he'll be in pain afterwards. i cant apply that to the manual or oral time though im frustrated, not because im a sex crazed maniac, but because i keep having to fake it - im only bloody 19 i shouldn't have to! i want us to share the experience but if i leave it too long i can see hes working his socks off and is getting anxious that hes doing it wrong and i feel bad. hes NOT doing anything wrong, far from it. and i know i can orgasm cos i can make myself come.
However we did have this one brilliant night about a fortnight ago and i really thought it would be the night. it wasnt too late, about 9ish and we didnt have anything to do, he was at his desk on his laptop with i-tunes on and i was just chilling out laying on his bed and we were having a chat. there was only a small desk lamp providing light. for some reason we were both standing up at one point and we passed and i kissed him as usual, putting my hands around his waist and up the back of his shirt. as a new development he started running his fingers through my hair but then started grabbing my bum as per usual things were moving slowly which was nice, a pace we both quite like, and i noticed later on that he had switched his i-tunes to a lovey dovey playlist niiiice. my cardigan slid off, then he started kissing my neck, working his way down through my chest. t-shirt came off, as did his. i was kissing his chest while scraping my fingers on his back. i knelt down and undid his belt and jeans buttons then stood back up so he could undo my skirt. i was standing in just my bra and leggings but wrapped around and pushed up against him and i knew he was absolutly raring to go couldnt wait. eventually the leggings came off as did the bra, he frogmarched me backward towards his beg and pushed me down on top in a wanting way, crawling up the bed after me kissing my legs up to my face then grabbing my the back of my knees and pulling me towards him as he slid up the bed. he grabbed me and sat me up as we kissed, ran his fingers down my back then grabbed my bum and rolled down my knickers with this thumbs, sliding them off he returned back down for a kiss with the other lips, again it felt amazing, as he definetley was the first one to do this and the moaning that was escaping me was more than encouraging im sure. after a bit i stopped him [because as good as it felt unfortunately i knew it wasnt happening] and i whipped off his boxers. quick massage to secure the stiffy and rubber on, he more or less lunged at me, ravenous for my neck. and then it enevitably slipped in and we were going for good. started missionary then, as we have discovered we enjoyed in the mornings, he manuvered my legs and we had a forking session. some call it spooning but when the prong comes out i call it a fork. i think thats one of my favourites at the moment because he likes to wrap his arms around me and hug me while we have sex, its like it brings us closer, hes quite a gentle soul really, hes not one to pump for hours, he likes to be sensual. then i completed my 180 degree spin and we did it doggy. it wasnt like a rough doggy though, there was no slamming of hips or grabbing of love handles, he caresses the front of my thighs or holds my hand while the other one supports him. feeling as deep as he could go, at this point he knew he wouldn't last long, as did he so sadly i did give a cheeky fake one, but i all honesty i thought i wouldn't need to, he just hasnt found my g-spot with his penis yet, im sure given time that will change. as he sped up though i did find i was moaning natually with each thrust and thought if this goes on for much longer i may have a second O, but really being my first real one. i love the sound he makes when he can feel the point of no return bounding up, its hot its needful its exciting its almost as if i can hear him smiling then crunch his eyes shut and it makes me speed up. hes told me before that he loves how i know that and how i speed up cos it increases the intensity because he doesnt know where the extra power is coming from because its not him. and the warmness of his juice, theres nothing to compare it to, how it feels inside. but the best bit is when he collapsed on top of me, because he was in pain from his injury after coming. because hes so warm and perfect that i feel secure and we cuddle until... well either we go again or we feel like getting dressed, usually to get some food if im honest, he tends to crave bacon or chicken after sex. a packet of crisps at the least i know its early, and im young, but i do genuinely love him and he thinks il get fed up with him but truely i know i wont. he too, says he loves me, all the time. he even said it first. which i was shocked about. but i hope we are one of those couples that goes on and on and on because if i feel like this now, i dont even want to imagine what the negative will feel like. i am in love and for the first time im not afraid to show my affection

Hey guys just wanted to say thank you for all your kind words and thoughts on the passing of my mom.
Simple thanks for all the phone calls.
HH thanks for all the chats and prayers.
To the rest of the rooers I thank you one and all.

Trish was so sorry to here about the rig. Hope everyone is ok.
Sassy I am glad to know your dad is back home.
My love to you all.Thanks for your support it was needed.

Hey you.

I told Ed what you said and first of all, he wants to know if 10,000.00 above the price is the best that your FIL could do.......LMAO
You smart ass!!!!!!

He told me to let you know that as soon as we know what the Insurance company is going to do and how much money we have to play around with.....if your FIL would be interested to sell, that we would be glad to talk to him about it and see if we could make something happen

Thank you ((((((HUGS)))))

I started selling some furniture. I had this beautiful couch with matching loveseat. I put it on Craig's list with no response. Maybe I should have waited, but I need some cash. I lowered the price and put in "free loveseat" with purchase of sofa. I got a few responses. I sold it for exactly my asking (reduced) price of $185.00.

Today, I saw on my homepage, all about these sofas called Chesterfields and how they would not go away. They have been popular since 1900. I looked at the sofa ... there was my sofa selling for $5,000.00. Not my exact one, but the same in another color. I feel sick over this. I just thought it was my old sofa, need money, sell. The lady that bought it did not argue over the price. She came in, sat down, said I will take it.

She had a man pick it up. The guy carefully taped it up to prevent damage, and when he loaded it in his truck, said this is going to Beverly Hills. They really like this "retro" stuff!

I wish I did not know. They say ignorance is bliss.