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Escapism is mental diversion by means of entertainment or recreation, as an "escape" from the perceived unpleasant aspects of daily stress. It can also be used as a term to define the actions people take to try to help relieve feelings of depression or general sadness.

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Taken from wikipedia, the one source for somewhat reliable information.

escapism

1. An inclination to escape from routine or reality into fantasy
2. A genre of book, film etc. that one uses to indulge this tendency

 If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Hardly seems worth it.)

If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. (Now that's more like it!)

The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.(O.M.G.!)

 A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)

A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.) (I'm still not over the pig.)

 Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.(Don't try this at home, maybe at work)

The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body.  The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. (Honey, I'm home.  Uh oh......)

The flea can jump 350 times its body length.  It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.

(30 minutes..lucky pig!  Can you imagine?)

 The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.

 (What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)

 Some lions mate over 50 times a day. (I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)

 Butterflies taste with their feet. (Something I always wanted to know.)

 The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.(Ever had a good tongue lashing?)

 Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.

 (If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)

 Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.(Okay, so that would be a good thing)

 A cat's urine glows under a black light. (I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)

 An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain (I know some people like that.)

 Starfish have no brains. (I know some people like that too.)

 Polar bears are left-handed. (If they switch, they'll live a lot longer)

Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure (What about that pig??)

Description: The hunt is on and these cougars are on the prowl for the biggest and juiciest slabs of beef they can find! And you can bet your ass that they are going to get it... and get it deep inside their tight tender twats!
Starring:  Various Stars
Studio: 3rd Degree

Approx. Running Time: 90 mins.
Production Year: 2008
Date Available: July 1, 2008
Format: Blu-Ray Disc
Initial Genre: Hetero
Category 1: All White
Category 2: Mature
Category 3: Big Tit

I went up and kissed him. Instantly, I grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly with a firm grip. Hubby & I only kissed for a few minutes until he asked...
"Can I eat your pussy?"
He always has the best way to ask that question....so classy & romantic. Who am I to refuse? Hubby immediately repositioned himself and started to lick my pussy. It's been awhile since we've had the opportunity to take the time out for oral sex...on my part. His tongue always drives me crazy, doesn't matter what body part it's on. I was grinding against his face, moaning, so close to orgasm yet so far away. Hubby & I were both thinking of the same thing as the same time...switching so that he was laying across my stomach, his groin beside me and his face, deep into my pussy. I grabbed his cock and started to stroke it again, I was driving him crazy. Hubby finger-fucked my pussy and devoured my clit. I was so close but I didn't want to cum just yet. Hubby stopped and got on top. He fucked me slow at first, picking up pace, going fast and shallow. We kissed as he laid on top of me completely. I felt my orgasm building again, I couldn't hold back any longer. Hubby was enjoying every second of it, his eyes lit up as I came. I was holding him as tight as I possibly could. I grabbed his hips as he thrusted, running my nails up his back. Hubby laid on top of me, kissing me hard again. I could feel another wave of orgasm coming and Hubby kept me from making any noise, fucking me harder. Hubby repositioned himself again, still on top, placing my legs on his arms, he fucked me deeper, rubbing against my G-spot. I begged for him not to stop, I said "I love you" and I told him how good it felt with his cock inside me. I really didn't want him to stop, I truly wanted him to fuck me forever. Hubby's thrusts were getting shallower and faster, his breathing increasing. I knew he was going to cum, I begged for him not to pull out..but it was too late. Hubby came and it was powerful. Not quite as powerful as the day before but damn, the sex was great!

No timer this time!
After sex, again, I had to rush off to work. I'm hoping to use Hubby before he leaves for work tonight. It's our last chance until Saturday.

I can imagine Dr. Szasz reading this quote again with his tongue stuck so far into his cheek that his cheek goes red, chuckling at his wit until he nearly falls off his chair. I would if I were in his shoes.

Let's examine it more carefully. At first blush it seems to say that modern industrial societies (those whose corporations control social norms, usually with the blessing of their respective governments) want to keep people in a childlike state of mind for as long as possible. Then when they realize that they are no longer kids (around age 40-45 in many cases), they have a brief period of adult behaviour and thinking before their bodies ease them into old age.

In the cottage area where I live, people flock from the Toronto region on weekends where they promptly stock up on the marijuana supply they will need, then fuel up their all-terrain vehicles, personal watercraft and chain saws so they can act like the wild teenagers most never were. These people are mostly men, all with at least some white in their hair, what's left of it.

Their great fear (perhaps loathing would be a better word) is growing old. In their attempts to recapture their youth, most completely miss playing out the mature, responsible adult stage, the one that most of us would consider the age of people who would control the governments of their country and operate businesses and industries that keep people employed and the economy moving.

To ensure that they are not considered "age inappropriate" to their children and teenage kids, they supply the young generation with the same toys (downsized for the younger ones) that they use themselves. Thus the kids don't care if their dads act like teenagers because they have the same adult toys as their parents.

Can these (formerly called) middle age men provide good role models for their children? By not taking responsibility for the welfare of their own lives (take that where you will), they provide no good example for their children to follow. An example, yes, not a good one. If anything, what they eat and drink and otherwise consume (drugs, for example) silently but effectively teaches the kids that the need for taking responsibility for the safe and fulfilling conduct of their lives is not necessary.

Obesity is rampant in this generation, as it is in the younger ones, because they eat mostly prepared foods (bolstered by chemical preservatives, loaded with fat, salt and sugars). They spend almost all of their time with their knees bent into a sitting position. Standing is limited, walking is rare, genuine exercise is not in evidence. Generally speaking, if it burns gasoline or produces alcohol, it's good.

Meanwhile, these aging children take advantage of the tolerance our bodies have for abuse and misuse. They do this through their "adult" years, until the body can't take any more and breaks down. Heart attack, cancer, osteoporosis, the usual effects that visit a body that can't take the wildness of teenage life for decades in a row.

Now they turn to prescription drugs to get them past pain, high blood pressure and cholesterol, brittle joints and atrophied muscles. With more and more people living to the century mark these days and most living into their 80s and 90s, that makes for a very long period of old age.

Are they ready for it? Sure, they have their pensions, insurance plans and investments in place so that they can pay for whatever therapies they need, for decade upon decade. One insurance company touts a "Freedom 55" plan, likely for those who won't be healthy enough to work until a more reasonable age for retirement.

What happens to that period of mature adulthood in between childhood and old age, the one that Dr. Szasz said societies are trying to shrink? Look at how often CEOs of large corporations are in civila court, in prison or in debt and look at the people we have running our countries to see that we seem to have no mature adults (or not enough) to run either our corporations or our governments. Look at how many people follow the misadventures of Hollywood tabloid types, apparently loving the fact that they don't get into as much trouble as Paris Hilton any other of the tabloid stars.

The "serious" adults compare themselves to wealthy people who manage to make themselves public figures without any qualifications other than the fact that they are rich and they can commit outrageous deeds. ("You're fired!")

I have no idea how wild and careless Dr. Szasz may have been in his younger years. I do know that now he is a wise observer of life.

Might he want to be president of his country, the USA? No. He's not that dumb. Beside, he has devoted his life to healing, not to killing.

Bill Allin
Turning It Around: Causes and Cures for Today's Epidemic Social Problems, a guidebook for parents and teachers who want to raise children who will be well balanced adults who can take the responsibilities we need them to take to guide their country and the younger generations.
Learn more at http://billallin.com

Waging his one-man war on the world of organized crime, ruthless vigilante-hero Frank Castle sets his sights on overeager mob boss Billy Russoti. After Russoti is left horribly disfigured by Castle, he sets out for vengeance under his new alias: Jigsaw. With the "Punisher Task Force" hot on his trail and the FBI unable to take Jigsaw in, Frank must stand up to the formidable army that Jigsaw has recruited before more of his evil deeds go unpunished.

Cast

Sooo...maybe you did a tag search and ended up here. Now you have to link through for the adult-oriented stuff (which is not too smutty, sorry). Please be a mature adult if you're linking through. Should I bother with nsfw warnings?

Post about irrational decisions while masturbating - yay for science!

The latest vibrator technology, with demo video.

Earlier in the month post about body painting.

And since you've stuck with me, let's just link to everyone's favorite post. Beguiling vaginal scent. With video.

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I live next door to a legend. That may seem to be an overstatement, but it's true. There once was a young girl named Jennie Pearl who, when she was the tender age of fourteen or fifteen back in the late sixties, developed a love of music and playing piano and guitar. This sweet innocent child became friends with a few people of like minds and together they created the Peoria Folk Anthology Group.

This story all came about by accident, which is the usual way great stories start. One day our electricity was out and I went next door to the Hayes residence to ask if their electricity was out as well wondering if was a neighborhood problem or a personal house problem. Jennie answered the door and in the background I could hear the sounds of a man singing loudly. It wasn't the greatest of voices, but a pleasant one and I smiled hearing this candid neighbor moment. I asked about the electricity to which Jennie replied yes, theirs was out as well and then turned to leave but pivoted to tell Jennie, "I sing a lot myself and if you and your hubby would like to do Karaoke sometime, just let me know." Jennie's face took a sudden strange turn. In fact, enough to set me on the path home quickly. It wasn't a smile, or frown, it was just like she had escaped to another place. Frankly, I worried that perhaps I had offended her with my offer of cheap entertainment.

I really didn't know Jennie and Alan very well. They'd moved into the home next to ours the previous year, and we would smile and wave to each other with occasional comments about the neighborhood deer and raccoons that run rampant in our yards. I'd wanted to strike up a friendship with her. Jennie always reminds me a bit of Lee Remick, yes the actress from Hitchcock thrillers and movies of the sixties and seventies. Except Jennie seemed more fragile, prettier, and a lot more shy than a Lee Remick.

Fast forward approximately two weeks. In this two weeks, however, I had thought many times about the strange look on Jennie's face and had worried many times throughout those days about having offended her. I was in the throws of yet another Midwest Garage Sale and working in the garage quite a bit. On one of these days, Jennie's husband Alan came home and I happened to see him pull in and waved hello. On my driveway was a cloth covered guitar case, an extra one I'd owned and had decided to part with. Alan came across and headed directly towards it. "Are you selling a guitar?" he asked in a very excited voice. I explained that no it was only the case and then the story of Jennie began. "I'm looking for a guitar for Jennie. I just found out she used to play guitar. In fact, Jennie is well known, and neither of us knew anything about it." Well, this of course, piqued my interest immediately for two reasons. I had played guitar for a LONG time and the fact there was another musician on my street thrilled my soul! "In fact," he continued, "one of Jennie's songs is on a CD. We just found out about it. She's even getting royalty checks for it. Guess people have been trying to find her. Some guy from the New York Times called her while she was at work and scared her to death. Have ya got a minute? Let me run home, I put together something for her that I want to show you."

Alan's eye were afire with excitement and pride as he strode quickly across my yard over through his garage and into the sweet little brick home he and Jennie have made. I was left standing helplessly in a bit of shock on my driveway, not knowing if I should go inside, or wait where I stood. I decided to wait where I stood and it was a good thing because Alan emerged quickly with a huge framed object about three feet long in his hand.

"When we got the first letter from the guy from the "Times" I decided to look Jennie's name up online and I found several people had done reviews on her song."

He had handed me the large frame and I looked in disbelief at the letterhead from the New York Times reporter's letter which said things like, "We've been looking for you everywhere. You have a large following of fans. Wonderful to have spoken to you." And, there were a couple of other pieces of paper which were actually the downloaded comments that Alan had printed off. Here's an excerpt from one:

Salon.com - March 14th 2006
Numero Group's latest, "Wayfaring Strangers: Ladies From the Canyon," compiles one track each from 14 of the probably thousands of obscure she-folkies who sprouted up in the early '70s, trailing in the wake of the grand pooh-bah of she-folkies herself, Joni Mitchell. If it seems odd to bother compiling the work of transparently derivative artists, it's worth considering that if a scholar were to sift through the compositions of the legions of stylistically similar but patently inferior composers who labored under the shadow of, say, Mozart, he or she would certainly turn up a large number of gems -- for even middling artists often have one concentrated burst of inspiration in them, the products of which would be lost forever in a sea of mediocrity were it not for intrepid curators like the Numero Group, who have rescued some pretty astonishing specimens and presented them on this wonderful release. My favorite is the haunting, heartbroken "Maybe in Another Year," which has a piano introduction that sounds like the work of a child trying to copy Mitchell's flowing piano style -- which, indeed, it is, this being one of two songs ever recorded by 15-year-old Jennie Pearl.

I know there was more, but I honestly couldn't grasp it all. I'd love to see it again to really look at what he had shown me.

I've sung and played guitar since I was sixteen years old. My life revolved around communities about 60 miles west of Peoria in my younger years and then encompassed the Peoria area during the 80's, 90's and even now. I explained this to Alan and told him how much I'd love to just get together with Jennie and talk about her experiences and share a bit of music. Then Alan handed me a CD.

"This is the CD I told you about. It's called "Ladies From The Canyon.""

I took it from his shaking hands. He was shaking with excitement and the elation he was feeling from sharing this amazing story about his wife. "I didn't even know she could sing, or play guitar!" he said as I walked over to a boom box I had in my garage. "I found out by accident. We went to a wedding of one of her relatives and they asked Jennie to sing. I was sitting on the ground level and Jennie was in the balcony. And then she started singing and I was in shock. I didn't know she could sing so well." Obviously the shaking was contagious. I gingerly took the disc from the CD case and put it on the player. Alan was talking, something about the track numbers. I was in Euphoria. It was as if I had held the Holy Grail myself as I pushed play. And then this lovely piano began to play and a voice as innocent and gentle as I have ever heard came wafting through my speakers. I was immediately hypnotized and in awe. The melody was haunting, and the sound of a very young girl, who must have been very wise beyond her years poured out her soul in the simplest terms, but one that clutched my heart with it's power.

I know I must have been standing there with my mouth open as I listened in awe. And even when it ended I didn't know what to say. Truly there were no words to express what I'd heard. I handed the CD back to Alan and we shared a brief "Yeah I know" moment before he turned with the three foot frame and the CD and began to leave. "You know, I really want her to start singing again. She needs to do it for herself. I don't know why she stopped." I told him I would try to get into a conversation with her at the earliest convenience and see how she felt about it. Alan nodded and returned home while I stood standing in my driveway, totally spent. I remember the feeling of floating. Like I'd been witness to something absolutely ethereal and even Holy! But this was only the beginning of my journey into learning about my neighbor, the lovely, the haunting and haunted Jennie Pearl. TO BE CONTINUED!

Hubby kissed me and bit my lip..I kinda liked it just like I like it when he bites me anywhere. We were mutually masterbating each other, him on his side and me on my back. He was getting so hard, I love feeling the change in my hands. I knew we had to make this fast so I climbed on top, grabbed a condom and got down to business. Hubby didn't argue with me about the condom because he loves the ability to cum inside me condom or no condom. Hubby grabbed both my breasts and the admiration in his eyes is indescribable. The way his tongue glides all over them is just amazing! I was riding him fast & hard, but not too fast that we'd go out of rhythm. It honestly didnt' take me long to cum, it was soft but it lasted a long time. I wanted to be spanked but Hubby's hands were full of my D44's. But...that's when I got a leg cramp LOL perfect timing too. We switched positions after that and I was on my side on the edge of the bed, Hubby was behind me. Didnt take long to have ANOTHER leg cramp lol. So Hubby got on top and thrusted hard & deep. He switched from long strokes to shallow strokes, it felt SOOO good. But then Hubby had a hand cramp LOL I swear, it was like we were training for a triathalon or something, it was sad lol. After that was over with we switched to another position and forgot all about the timer.

I got on flat on my stomach and kept my legs closed. Hubby straddled my ass and entered me from behind. At first I wasn't sure if he was hard or what was going on but then I let out a "AH!" followed by a flavorful moan when he was in...TRUST ME, he was hard. I started to cum after that and Hubby laid on top of me, thrusting as hard as he could. I swear, sometimes that man can read my mind when it comes to sex. His thrusts we deep, almost like he was punishing me for something I couldn't remember. I was in heaven. I knew Hubby was going to cum, he'd never cum inside me in this position before. It didn't take long before his whole body went into spasm, he screamed out "FUCK!" and jolted inside me. I was grinding my ass against him, I could hear his toes curl (definately a good sign with him). He was gasping for air, gyrating his hips against me. Hubby rolled off to the side to catch his breath and I looked down.....he was milked dry and I was very happy.....Then the timer went off.

Couldn't have had better timing. I cleaned up and got changed, washed my hands and went to work. I made a comment out the door about using him and he just smiled and agreed. How could he not be happy? A woman uses him for sex, then leaves. It was great sex to get me on my way to work.

What I Know About Him

Name: Touma Kyouhei

Age: 26

Race: Vampire

Occupation: Company Director and then in vol. 3 Company President

Family: Mother, father, older brother.

Financial Status: Rich

Favorite Time to Work: He is a night person, definitely!

Addicted To: Delicious blood from his secretary.

Achilles Heel: Sunlight

What Upsets Him the Most: Getting attached to humans (especially his secretary).

What Makes a Good Person: Not humans.

About the Manga

Author: Ohmi Tomu

Title: Midnight Secretary

Summary: Kaya has her dream job; she’s a secretary to a reputable tableware company! She gets promoted to become the private secretary of the legendary Director Touma. He difficult, arrogant, egotistical and not to mention a total slut! But she’s not going to let that get in the way of her work… but one night in the line of secretarial duty she discovers that her boss is actually a vampire.

Bishounen Type: Playboy/ Anti-Romantic/ Ansgty Bastard

Physical Attributes (25 out of 40):

Fashion Sense (7/10)

Face (5/10)

Body (7/10)

Strength (6/10) Has not shown has he has any kind of super-strength. Am assuming of course that vampires are by nature stronger than humans, otherwise it would have been (5/10)

Personality (26 out of 40):

Angst Factor (7/10)

Mysteriousness (7/10)

Loyalty (8/10)

Humor (4/10)

Good or Evil (7/10): Good

His Take on Love (6/10): He really can’t help his growing feelings towards the one he loves but he’s doing everything he can to fight it. He is perverted and because women are “meals” for him he sleeps with them to improve the taste of the blood.

Special Abilities/ Facts (Bonus Points): He’s a vampire! Automatic bonus points (5), however you can never go on daytime dates with him (-2). He’s a successful businessman (5), good in bed (4), has the cutest bishoujo in the manga-verse (4).

Conclusion: This is totally the kind of guy that makes fangirls “kyaaa”: he is tall, dark and broody… what more can we ask for? But there is no way (or at least is would take forever for) this misogynist would trust, let alone fall for a human… so fat chance of me making it to the position of girlfriend. And if I was able to prove myself and gain his trust I probably couldn’t handle his antics and constant cheating. He gets downgraded for having that hair on his face and for being an über-arrogant, slut who because of his pride is unable to make his beloved happy. But the rest of him is very pretty, and if he can make people feel ecstasy when he bites them, then where do I sign up to become food? :-P So by having the classic qualities which move the hearts of any fangirls he is 80% Bishounen, beating Dark by 1 percent.

Other Info:

It doesn’t look like this manga has been licensed into other languages. It is currently been scanlated by the following groups: Aerandria. But please support the author to the best of you ability!

It ran for 5 volumes. Has been scanlated up to end of volume 4.

This is a mature manga (so 18+).

Jukka aotopacid

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I dunno, it's been on my mind SO much lately. It's probably because I've got my stupid period (which came a week early AGAIN!) and I get super horny. I daydream alot about what I'd like to do with Hubby. Sadly, I even think about how hot I could describe things in this blog. I'm shocked that I've been read over 4000 times already!!!! WOOOOT! Thanks everyone by the way.

I just don't know. I want to try so many new things but there's so much that we've done already. I've thought about having a threesome but I can't bring myself to invite another woman into the bedroom because I can't stand the thought of Hubby fucking another woman. I'd kill her! I have MAJOR trust issues with that kinda stuff. Anyway, it was just an idea that I wanted to throw out to everyone...see what they thought.

I love it when people leave comments! So please, since you're nice enough to read about my sex life, leave a comment. Let me know you're there lol

Por sorpresa llegó esta noticia, y es que resulta que Disaster: Day of Crisis fue clasificado como Mature en Australia.

La sorpresa no es su clasificación, sino que este juego siga existiendo (recordemos que es un juego de acción/aventura para Wii que había desaparecido por completo) y al parecer podría ser lanzado pronto.

Lo desarrolla Monolith Soft, estará relacionado con desastres naturales y se le dio esa clasificación (M equivale a "para mayores de 18 años") por violencia, sus temas y un lenguaje fuerte de vez en cuando.

Así que ya saben, Disaster: Day of Crisis parece estar todavía en desarrollo y podríamos saber más de su lanzamiento muy pronto...¿o no?

Fuente: Kotaku

But I digress. 

I feel excited, a little worried about the amount of information I will NOT know, where my younger classmates will have done it in the past year.  I am confident, however, that I can make up that lack of recent familiarity with anatomy, physiology, etc.etc through sheer force of will and a consistent study schedule.  I have learned SOMETHING in the past few years.  Overall, however, I feel this sense of strange ambivalence - not that I don't care about getting in, I DO!, but I simply have no idea what to expect. People ask me what specialty I will choose, or where I plan to practice and I have to make up answers because I  do not know.  So far I am only thinking of getting a strong start to my year, of keeping up, and of learning the ropes at the bottom of the stack.  I am not looking forward to being the smallest fish in the pond, but I think this will be good for me, reinforce my sense of humility in a discipline where it is especially important to stay humble.

Lately I have been wondering if other people 'feel' like I do. I don't know what I am comparing myself to since I have never 'felt' someone else, so I guess its a robber rubber ruler, but I often think that I am not as mature as I think I am. I mean I often have 'little kid thoughts' on things, can't explain it but I do. People my age or close to my age seem to have it together. They know where they want to go and how to get there and are on a fast track. On the other hand I don't know where I want to go. Its really bothering me as of late. Do I let the ship sail on or do I grab the wheel? And that beacons another question, where do I turn the wheel too? I guess this is a case of flying blind or rather flying with out radio contact with GOD. I am still struggling with that issue of not trusting GOD on his plans. I am almost 18 right now so I think that some of those 'adult thinking juices' would be kicking in about now but I don't feel like they are. No clear solutions I know but talking about it helps me think things threw. Don't make the mistake that I complain about something and don't act on how to fix it, I don't, I work very hard on making it right.

The original title of this post was going to be Ovary (and Out) but I am one lucky chica and am only down a tube (think fallopian) after a little surgical procedure yesterday. Maybe I should have entitled it My Tube. Too much information? Then stop reading. But some of my readers know I’ve had the Sword of Damocles swaying over my abdomen, swinging like a metronome, tick tock, tick tock, all summer. Back in February, around the time that the Crumbling Castle had collapsed and I was enthroning myself in the Jewel Box , I told my kids in no uncertain terms that they had to go to camp and that they had to go for the extended session – Mommy needed a break. Summer camps were not really invented for children, they were designed for parents in distress, even if they don’t know it. Camptime, as luck would have it, turned out to be a perfect time for internal inspection and reflection.

So, the ten days of camptime leisure I had envisioned for myself, ten days of shopping with my mother, drinking beer with my sisters at Safeco Field as we watched the Mariners lose yet another game, sitting on my deck and starting Thing 3’s needlepoint Christmas stocking, went POOF! BUT I AM NOT COMPLAINING, OH NO. Mr. Understanding arrived last weekend to comfort and pamper me, a behavior he has learned over the years, the Olympics are pre-recorded for the non-Vicodan hours, and I have read oodles. I merely feel a little pummeled in the midsection. The Radish cooks comfort food and Poppy the Grandbear and I spar over word pronounciations, politics, and the Olympics. It has been quite pleasant. The Lord has been good to me. And so has everyone else! Thanks to those who sent up a good word.

Speaking of castles, I just finished reading The Glass Castle, by Jeannette Walls, a book passed on to me by Boston Bean this summer. Consider this a “must read”. My crumbling castle had nothing on hers, a fact of which I am only too aware. I told the Radish the book reminded me of a hippie family in the neighborhood in which I grew up, except that the parents were stoners not alcoholics, and none were geniuses. Smart maybe, but not smart enough to bootstrap themselves out of a terrible situation. The house was downright creepy and inside myself I knew that the stepdad taking nude photos, artistic though they may be, of the eldest adolescent daughter could not be a good thing. One summer the middle sister, my friend, and I took the youngest daughter, a toddler, up to our house and gave her a bath. Instead of discussing how her beautiful blonde hair was matted and her face dirt encrusted, we just pretended it would be fun to give her a bath. Hair brushed out and dressed in one of MCV’s dresses we took the toddler home where the site of a clean child went unremarked; at age 10 even the sister and I knew bathing the baby was a bandage trying to staunch a steady stream of despair. Ms. Walls, to her eternal credit, does not end her book on that note.

P.S. This was written under the aforementioned, and prescribed, Vicodan so if it is a little loosey-goosey, please forgive. Something’s better than nothing, right?

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