A Little TOO Intense …

I started out today in one of my favorite lazy Saturday ways. Driving / riding all around town checking out any and all garage sales. It’s fun looking through what other people are getting rid of because they’re sick of it, or can’t house it any longer or because they’re moving, or it’s been outgrown, or whatever the reason. I find it relaxing … and often find hidden little gems – things I’ve been looking for, things I’m interested in, obviously lots of stuff for the kiddos, etc. Today, we found bubkiss. Nothing. Nada. Well … ok … a free book for my youngest and an addition (from the first generation) for her ever growing Hex Bug “house”. Otherwise, nothing lol. I consider it a bad yard sale day as far as sales go.

We’d already made plans to spend the afternoon at a fair, so wrapped it up early and picked up my son’s dad who came with us. We stopped off at a little BBQ place on the side of the road and enjoyed a quick lunch before heading back to the house to pick up the rest of the family for a day at the fair. I’d decided I was practically melting wearing my jeans and tee shirt so changed into shorts and a tank top (it was still a dehydrating scorcher of a day)! Then off we went …

Wristbands. Check. Kiddos wanting to ride things. Check. Adults willing to go on things with them. Check. We were good to go. All kinds of kiddie rides were ridden. A blast was being had by all – even those who chose not to ride things. Now I, personally, am a major ride lover. Big or small, I enjoy the thrill of riding rides. Generally speaking, the bigger, the faster, the scarier, the better. Roller coasters, bring em on! Matterhorn/Himalaya , yes please! I’ll even do the tilt-a-whirl , though the older I’m getting, the more those spinning types of rides are beginning to disagree with me. I still love the Spyder/Octopus, etc… up and down, spinning around, it’s all good. After doing several rides with my youngest, I went off to ride a couple of the “adult” rides with my second youngest – and his dad and my step-dad and my mom. We were psyched. Fast ride 1. Awesome. Hmmmm …. new ride I’ve never seen before. Goes up. Goes down. Spins Around. Much like the Spyder/Octopus. Sweet! Let’s do this!

I ride with my step-dad. My second oldest rides with his dad on the opposite side. You MUST have a partner to ride with on this ride. Mom was perfectly happy to sit this one out. She’s not a ride person anyway, so she watched our stuff and stood on the sidelines watching us all wish we were dead. We get strapped in. The music starts. Disturbed “Down with the sickness” begins blaring in our ears. Kick ass song, yes. An insight to what we were about to be introduced to. A better description. As the ride is about to begin I look down and see a screw just sitting beside us on the platform. Oh shit! Did this fall out? Is this a necessary piece of equipment for this ride that is now lifting us into the air? I certainly hope not. It’s all good. This is FUN! The launch to this ride put “The Hulk” at Islands of Adventure to shame.

Whoosh … we were up in the air. We were spinning. We were down. It’s going faster. Whee! Still exciting. Still fun. Bring it on! Is this ride seriously still accelerating? Holy ….. All I can see is flashes of lightness and darkness. We’re spinning in circles. We’re high up in the air. We’re down to the ground. It’s still going faster. Laughter can’t be contained. Then the thought hits me. If that screw WAS important and if this ride malfunctions in ANY capacity, we’d be obliterated. We’d never even be identified if we didn’t have other family there with us. I’m NOT exaggerating when I say it felt as if the ride was hitting 400MPH. I have NEVER in my life been on anything that moved even HALF the speed of this ride. Nausea hit. I knew I wouldn’t get sick, but I knew I was ready to be finished with the ride. Oh no. I wonder how the boys are on the other side? We couldn’t see them due to their placement on the ride to even it out even before the ride started – let along at a billion MPH. OK I’ll try to locate mom and gauge her face. Nope, we’re moving too fast. I’m literally blinded when I open my eyes. It’s nothing but blur. OK. I’ll close my eyes and keep them closed. I have no choice now. My left eye socket HURTS! We’re now moving SO FAST it feels as though my eyeball is literally going to be launched from the socket. HOLY FUCK! Is this ride ever going to end? No. It goes EVEN FASTER! My eyes are hurting. Even closed. I try to find a comfortable placement for my head. Back against the headrest. No. Tucked down into my chest -as far as I can go. No. Oh shit! My head is going to pop off. I may not make it through this ride in one piece. Am I passing out? I’m certainly seconds from it if I haven’t passed out during it. Did I and I’m oblivious? It’s more than possible. Finally. The ride begins to slow down. Praying to get my feet back on the ground. Considering how I’m feeling, I’m in a rush to go see my kiddo on the other side as my mom gives me “OH SHIT” looks from the ground – now that I can finally focus on her. Oh no. Did he puke? Did he fly out? What’s happening over there. We are unbuckled and let out. I stand and almost fall to the floor. I start walking – if you could call it that – to the other side to check on my kiddo and his dad. He’s not looking so good. we all stumble our way off the ride and down to safety. That ride was FUN … but a little too intense – even for me.

So we sit down and start talking about what we just went through. My son wasn’t a minute or two into the ride when he slumped over. Completely. Head in his lap (which is hard to do considering it’s an upright shoulder harness keeping you in). His dad saw his glasses coming up from his ears and grabbed them. He was yelling to him throughout the ride. “Are you OK” – no response. Of course the music was so loud it was nearly impossible to hear anyway. He was sick to his stomach. That was evident by his current color, but what was most shocking … was the “drool” … running down his face. I’m no doctor, and I wasn’t the one sitting with him …. but I’m fairly certain he passed out on that ride… That is some SCARY shit right there … and not that any of us that rode that could even consider another ride after that one (we were finished for the day) … we decided it was time to go. He didn’t remember much about the ride … so I’m pretty sure it either scared him into passing out or his body – much like mine – just shut down and said I don’t think so … I’m going into hibernation until this craziness is over. He’s a teenager – not a youngin – so this makes it even doubly scary. This was a learning experience – for us both – today. Maybe we’ll stick to the rides we KNOW for now on!

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Slap on the Wrist

Many of you who follow me – especially on twitter – know that I went camping this past weekend. Friday afternoon 9 of us headed to our designated little area that we paid for until Monday – so we wouldn’t have to wake up and rush to break everything down and pack everything up. We figured this way, we could take our time. Get up and make breakfast. Go to the beach. Come back and shower. Make lunch then pack up the car(s) and head home.

Many of you who have followed me for a while – or have read my older blog posts – know that I hate camping. I’d almost rather chew off my arm than go – and though I didn’t even fully go over my childhood nightmarish reasons in my last blog about camping, I do go into full detail in the auto-biography I am writing as to WHY I hate camping so much. Let’s just say I’m scarred for life and even though I’m now WILLING to go …. it’ll never be something that I’ll plan to do. More or less, I’m forced to go because family wants me there lol.

So off we go Friday afternoon. We get to the campsite. We get everything set up. It looks great. This spot is at least twice the size of our spot last time (though same location) and we’re water front – even better. This means we not only have our “camping area” but we also have a huge grassed area in which we can “play” all the goodies we packed along with us. We’re later met by our 9th and final guest for the weekend and she brought (as she did last time) the beer pong table. We had all, of course, brought any and all drinking goodies ourselves – depending upon who wanted what.

Some started drinking as soon as everything was set up. I, personally, prefer to start drinking later in the evening, knowing that getting smashed is out of the question because I still have to be responsible for people – including a friend of one my kiddos. So … the beer pong begins after dinner. Love that game though I’ve only played it twice. It’s so similar to darts it’s hard for me to not enjoy it. We only played a couple rounds of that then it was suggested to play flip cup. FLIP WHO? I’m old. I don’t “party”. I rarely drink. I have no idea what these people are talking about. So we pour what seems to me to be WAY more than a mouthful into a cup. Slam it down. Put the cup on the edge of the table and try to “flip it” so it’s face down on the table. Sounds easy enough. It’s not. Especially when you’re racing against people on the other side of the table in a “survivor style” game – where the losing side has to vote off one of it’s own players …. which means if you start with 4 people on your side and you LOSE …. someone is drinking two cups …. and then 3 cups and then the last man standing is drinking all four cups and trying to flip to win. (Getting more drunk literally by the second in the process) It was FUN! And we were LOUD. Cheering others on. Yelling obscenities at the cups or the table or whatever seemed to be preventing said respective cups from doing what we were attempting. We were having fun.

One person had so much fun they laid down for the night and woke up with the “spins” and didn’t make it out of the tent before hurling her dinner (and much alcohol) not only all inside the tent but all over the mesh screened door to get in and out of the tent, on the ground in front of the tent and again in a few spots before making her way to the bathroom. Whoops lol (No- it wasn’t me) … Then around 3am … another person woke up having to piss and was so sloshed he almost pissed on people sleeping in the tent – thinking it was a bathroom – TWICE … thankfully I was awake enough to help him avoid what would have been quite the tragedy. Yep – I’d say that was a good night lol.

The next morning, I was up around 7:30 walked almost a mile to fetch some eggs and walked back and started our breakfast feast. Loads of cooking and eating later, we put on our swimsuits and headed to the beach. Two people stayed behind. It was HOT. Like ZERO breeze – hellish hot – so we packed up after an hour and a half and headed to our cars. I get a call from one of the two people who stayed behind. We need to go to the office ASAP. Apparently several other campers had complained about us. Oh Oh! She goes on to say … only 2 cars are allowed. Not the three we had (with our extra guest) … only 6 people are allowed (we had 9) and that 3 needed to leave immediately. NO alcohol of any kind is allowed there (are you KIDDING me? What the hell else is going to entertain you all night for days?) … and it’s punishable with a fine of $138 PER BOTTLE. Ummmm… double oh oh!! Not including what we’d already disposed of … we could have been looking at a fine of over $5200 LMAO. Now for that kind of money, I’d damn sure better be staying at a 5 star hotel and not setting up a tent on gravel!!!

We go to the office and sweet talked ourselves into a simple slap on the wrist. That could have been BAD. REALLY bad. But I’ll take a slap on the wrist as opposed to what could have been any day! We went on about our business. Other campers came in. LOUD OBNOXIOUS CAMPERS surrounded us. They were WAY louder than we’d been the night before. They were definitely drinking. Apparently they didn’t know the rules any more than we did lol …. and they were up being loud and obnoxious way longer than we were the night before … so I don’t see why we (almost) got into so much trouble. We were by far not the only ones! That’s my weekend in a nutshell.

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Birthday Month

OK … I know I should be old enough now to …

A. not care about my birthday so much
B. celebrate it for one day only – the actual day it lands on, no matter what day of the week that may be
C. not actually look forward to it

BUT … I love my birthday, even if it means growing a year older, gaining more crap on my body I have less than zero interest in, and I celebrate it not only on my actual birth DAY … but for the entire MONTH! That’s right. I treat every day as though it’s my birthday. I don’t bake a cake and eat it every day, though I’ve thought about it lol, but I put my mind in birthday mode and don’t let anything get me down. Why? Because it’s almost my birthday and I’m excited about it :)

I guess, even after celebrating 36 birthdays already, I’ve still not outgrown that childish excitement that comes along with a birthday. I bake an extra chocolaty cake. I have my friends and family over. We hang out and do whatever we feel like doing for the day. I go out and I eat a dinner that I don’t have to cook and I usually go out to a bar at least one weekend night around my birthday for a couple beers and some rounds of darts and that’s just what I plan to do this year too!

In case you’re wondering, my birthday is April 26th, which lands on a Saturday this year! WooHoo! Even more reason to be excited about it! My favorite day of the week is my day! Gotta love it! Judge me. Don’t judge me. It’s all good. I’m simply me expressing myself to you.

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For Immediate Release

Twitter Contest To Start Line

NORTH HOLLYWOOD, CA – Just in time for #MilfMonday, toy giant Doc Johnson and Vicky Vette’s VNA Girls Network are pleased to announce the release of ‘MILF in a Box’ (#MilfinaBox) a collection of signature UR3® strokers featuring three award winning MILFs

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Francesca Le’ http://www.twitter.com/francescalexxx)

and Charlee Chase (http://www.twitter.com/charlee_chase)
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One of the first collections to feature the newly designed travel box, each lifelike UR3® Pocket Pussy include a discreet travel friendly, reusable, and washable box so fans can take their favorite MILFs anywhere they please.

Julia Ann & Francesca Le’ are both AVN Hall of Fame recipients, while Charlee Chase recently won Best Boobs at Nightmoves 2012. Julia Ann is also the reigning XBIZ MILF Performer of the Year for 2014 and a popular weekly radio host on Sirius Vivid Radio 102.

Details of each girl’s product can be found here.

“We spent a lot of time developing MILF In A Box, particularly the discreet travel friendly box,” said Doc Johnson’s COO Chad Braverman. “We anticipate the collection will be a smash hit with fans. Unlike some other masturbators on the market, the new #MilfinaBox products are easy to pack and take with you on the road. They’re easy to use and reuse.”

To celebrate the launch, each of the girls will be giving away 2 of their new Doc Johnson ‘#MilfinaBox’ vaginas to fans on their twitters.
The contest? Simple. Fans must:

1. Follow @theoriginaldoc, @therealjuliaann, @charlee_chase & @FrancescaLexxx on twitter
2. By March 10, 2014 tweeting (in 140 characters or less) the best thing about having a MILFS vagina in a box.
3. To qualify the tweet must include @theoriginaldoc and at least ONE of the girls.
4. Winners will be chosen and announced on March 11, 2014.

Stay in touch by following Doc Johnson on Twitter, on Facebook, and keep up with the behind-the-scenes on Instagram

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Another Adventure

Numerous people over the years have said to me, “You should write a book.”

Ha! As if I have time for that! And pretending that I DID have time for that, what ever would I say? I love to read, but I read true crime. I’d be perfectly happy to not live through a true crime of someone close enough to me to write about, so what does that leave?

I post pictures of food that I make on twitter – all the time – and I’ve had numerous people ask me for recipes, so I type them out and email them over. Then I started thinking … why not write a cookbook – including my household favorites!? The things everyone sees most often in pictures that I post and those things that I’m always being asked for the recipe to. Sounds easy enough, so I start doing research. Apparently, cookbooks are among the MOST DIFFICULT types of books to write. Great lol! Of course I choose the hardest path. I’ve always been good at that. But, I decide I’m going to do it anyway. I continue researching and decide to use self publishing – that way it’ll be available immediately (once I actually write it anyway) and I won’t have to buy a billion copies myself (and store them in my already overstocked house) in the hopes of someday selling them all. Good Deal. Now to choose the recipes, start making them numerous times and taking food photos. Now anyone who uses cookbooks knows that food photography is an art in itself. So … I’ll have to work on that during my numerous trials of making these meals over and over and over again .. making sure I choose a good enough setting. Good enough plates, I cut the food just properly to show off the insides if needed, etc. Yikes. This will most certainly be a long process, but one I’m excited about taking on.

While starting to write down a little index of what I’ll eventually plan on putting in the cookbook, I start thinking ….

It would be so much easier to just write a book about myself. An autobiography about being a pornstar. Seemingly being a pornstar is intriguing to so many people since it’s not your average every day profession – at least to people who don’t do it. Well, I’ve been in thie adult industry in one way or another since 1997, but where would I start? Would I start in 1997 and write until the current? What would I write about? How most pornstars are that I know? Or how I am (two completely different things right there!) .. or … wait … I’ve got it!

I’ll start in my childhood. I’ll go WAY, WAY back – starting around age 5 … when something happened that changed who I am. Something that semi-molded me into the person that I am today – and I’ll continue through the years – skipping past things of little importance to readers – and into ALL of the things who have made me who I am today. So – THAT is what my book will be about. Readers will be able to learn all about me. Things MOST people know nothing of in my life – and things that have brought me to where I am today.

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Seeing Through a New Lense

So …. a few weeks back, I got this grand idea. An idea for a video – namely for my clip store as opposed to the website – simply because the idea I had in mind seems more suiting there. Since it’s not yet filmed, I’m keeping the idea to myself for now. Very long story short …

After loads of researching online, I chose a website to order some kick ass looking contact lenses. OK. The idea of sticking ANYTHING in my eye freaks me out, but fuck it, people do it every day. I’m no wimp. I’ve given birth to 4 kids. How hard can contacts be!? I can do this. So I order them and I wait. And I wait. And I wait some more and then finally today, they arrive. I’ve already bought everything I need to house them, keep them wet and fresh and I’ve purchased the rest of the goodies needed to hopefully pull off this “great fucking idea” I had a few weeks back.

Deciding it’s probably a good idea to at least try it out before it comes actual time to film with them (Lord knows I’ll screw things up somehow if I don’t do a “practice run”), I decide to insert said contacts into my eyes today. 20 minutes later, I manage to get the first one in. After a couple eye lid massages, it sits perfectly where it should and I’ll admit, looked really neat. Great. The hard part is over. I’ve inserted one. Now I know what to expect. Let’s do this. 10 minutes later I finagle the second one in. Wow. I look SO COOL!!!! Yeah – feeling like a teenager who just got their first car – I’m super psyched. I wait for everyone to come home so I can show them off and then I go to take them out and put them in the cases I’d already bought with the solution I’d already bought and go on about my day.

That’s where everything went downhill. 45 minutes of prying my eyes open and sliding the colorful little discs around on my eye, I could NOT squeeze them out. The left one was irritating the hell out of me, vision half blurred in that eye I give up to take care of the grocery shopping and once that little chore is finished I can simply get back to removing them. Two hours, six websites and three youtube videos later (ewww – seriously don’t watch them – they are just GROSS) I still cannot remove the now seemingly not as cool items from my eyeballs.

Scared about having to do this again on a completely different occasion to film the video, I have the bright idea of putting on my makeup and at least filming the “ending” to the video I’ve been running through my head for weeks now. So – everyone is put out – dinner is pushed aside. This needs to be done and needs to be done NOW … so I can get these fuckers out of my eyes. Film it. Watch it. Looks good enough to me. Great … back to the bathroom to wash my face (again) and wash my hands (for now the 800th time since 3:30pm). Pulling, prodding, poking, squeezing at my eyes … almost frantically at this point, I STILL cannot remove the damned contact lenses. I can move them – slightly – but then cannot grasp them to “squeeze them out. Kids are screaming. Hubby’s yelling. I’m having a fucking panic attack. The next legitimate decision is to just cry my eyes out. I’ve put myself in this situation and I can’t get myself out of it. Maybe I can cry the fuckers out. I certainly can’t pluck them out no matter what I do. I look up local eye places. All are closed or the Dr’s are gone for the day. Since I’m now in NO shape to even speak – I make hubby call a last chance place that’s not the hospital. They say they MAY be able to “flush it out” … ohhhhh this does NOT sound like fun – but it’s pretty much now my only option. At this point, I’ve been wearing them for over 6 hours.

Off we go to have my eyes flushed. Yay. Flushing should be left to the toilets not for the eyes. She’s super sweet. Takes one look and says they look great – but those kind are illegal because they’re not fitted to the eye – and these particular ones are too small for my eyes (all I could think is – they get BIGGER than this? I can’t imagine putting anything BIGGER inside my eye!) … I explain that I can move them but I can’t pinch them out. She flushes me … swoosh …. ahhhh it’s actually very relieving!!! I pry my eyes wide open next to this generous stranger and I shove those fuckers as far as I can – and SHE reaches in and pinches them out. OMG! The first one is out. I want to cry or sing or dance or pray. I don’t know – but let’s not stop now – I want the other one out too … same thing … swoosh – solution goes pouring down into my eye – I pry it open and shove hard … bloop – she grabs it right out. FUCK! I have MY eyes back again. My perfectly fine as they were before I got this brilliant fucking brainstorm of an idea green eyes. Pretty sure I won’t be trying to see through any lenses other then my own again. My red itchy irritated eyes are extremely pissed at me right now and I’m pissed at myself for thinking I could do something as seemingly simple as putting in and taking out a pair of contact lenses!

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Just Thinking

I read an online debate / bashing this morning between my mom and my aunt online via Facebook. Mom (who lives here with me) had posted a picture of a plane in Tampa, Florida being deiced. Sure, planes get deiced all the time, but this is Florida … land of sunshine and warmth and too many rude people from other places. It’s a pretty rare thing to see here. My Aunt, who chose to buy a house in Maryland, where it’s admittedly cold in the winter, snapped back about how it’s like 1 degree there and Floridians have to throw their own pity party because the rest of the US doesn’t give a shit because it’s MUCH colder everywhere else. (Please keep in mind, that mom wasn’t bitching about the temperature, simply sharing a photo of something you just don’t see here every day.)

Mom’s blood began to boil (or is it freeze since it’s obviously cold here!? – Either way ….) and this got me thinking.

I completely understand that the entire US (yep – Florida included) is having an exceptionally colder than usual winter. This happens from time to time. It’s still the basic, general weather we all expect when the grey clouds move in and the rain brings in cold fronts and storms and for the rest of the country, yes, snow. But this year in particular, many places are experiencing subzero temperatures. Places that don’t typically. For the people in places where you get subzero temperatures every year, I’m sorry for you. For those who are just experiencing this type of weather, I’m sorry for you as well. But don’t be rude to us because we CHOSE to live in a place that doesn’t get subzero temperatures! It’s nowhere near subzero temperatures here – in fact, today it’s in the 40s. It’s damp (as it always is because we also happen to live in the land of ridiculous amounts of humidity) and it’s cold (yes, 40′s is cold when it’s generally hitting 100 and higher) and it’s windy (which is what makes it feel frigid.)

One day, it’ll be 80. (I’m sure that mere statement just pissed off about 40 people who are now telling me to get fucked and clicking off of this page) and then within HOURS it’ll be 40. This type of erratic temperature is why I’ve had bronchitis for TWO WEEKS now, despite an entire week dose of medicine. But at the end of the day …. THIS is where I have chosen to live. There are other places (like further south for example) that I could easily pack up and move to. I’m a believer in “If you don’t like it, change it.” and “If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it.” So, if you live in a place where you’re having a brutal winter, join the entire country! What’s abnormally cold for you may not be the same temps as someone else in some other place, but EVERYONE is experiencing abnormally cold this year. It simply is what it is! If you hate it so much, move to a place that suits your needs better. I did. I moved to Florida when 4th of July got snowed out. YES … SNOW IN JULY!!! Fuck That! I like it warm – so I packed my shit into two suitcases and headed south and never looked back. July 7th is the day I moved to Florida many years ago.

Now … that being said … one place I’ve STILL never been, despite uncounted amounts of traveling every year, is Hawaii. I’m beyond certain that’s where I’d REALLY love to live. (I’m a beach girl – you should already know that, I love live music – you should know that too – and the people are friendly – SAY WHAT!?!? I don’t even know what that’s like – and well, it’s warm!) They are currently having 80 degree weather RIGHT NOW – that much more reason to BE there … but I already know – I can’t afford to live there. Not and still have models to film with (without paying their airfare daily – not happening anytime soon) and not with a house full of people. (Porn chicks being millionaires and shit is a myth – unless you LIVE in LA AND are shooting for other companies every single day AND are escorting on the side AND/OR married to some rich dude, everyone assuming we’re all so frigging loaded – is a joke!) Back to Hawaii – it’s just too expensive to have this much house for an affordable amount … so unless or until I hit the lottery (which reminds me, I should actually PLAY it sometime if I’d like a shot at winning it) or some strange gift package of money falls from the sky, I’m a realist. I’m a Floridian.

No actual point to my blog as usual … just spilling my thoughts out into my keyboard. Do with it what you will …. just taking the scrambling of things in my brain and getting them out before they drive me crazy :) STAY WARM wherever you are!

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Welcome to the Newest VNA Girl Trisha Uptown!

This is good news for all of our collective members! One more site for you to plunder! You may already know Trisha Uptown as a web babe and feature dancer or from VNA Live! With a brand new REDO she has just now added her official site to the roster of VNA Girls! Just one more reason (the 16th!) you need to join my site today!

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Our collective content is in the range of 3800+ videos, 400,000+ photos, 16 sites, 50+ free group shows per week, and 3300+ archives. One site is all you need! Mine! So join today!

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No More November

November felt pretty much like a blur. Moved two houses down on the first. Took a few days to start the unpacking process, putting everything in it’s rightful places, installing shelving in all the closets (I still have a couple shelves left to install), etc. Then I went to Los Angeles for almost a week. I filmed a BGG scene for Lethal Hardcore’s Fuck My Mom And Me, I filmed a BG scene for a Japanese company (no idea where that’ll end up), I did 4 solo photo sets, 4 solo videos, a BG photo set and a BG video for Alicia Silver Productions (not sure which site those are going up on either) , I did a few bondage / vibrator scenes for RenoBound and I did a BG scene for Dogfart Network’s BlacksOnCougars.

It was a long week! I came home for a few days and did some filming on the East coast then headed to Vegas Monday of last week. I filmed a BGG scene for Brazzers with Eva Karera and Clover. I flew out Tuesday late night expecting to make it home Wednesday morning about 8:30am … our plane had issues and after an hour on the tarmac we headed back to switch to another plane. By the time they had one ready for us, we were taking off 2 hours late (I had a 1 hour layover in Miami)… we arrived in Miami and of course my plane had taken off without me. It was a 4 hour wait until the next flight was available. I was starting to wonder if I’d make it home for Thanksgiving!!!

I finally got home about 1:30 and after running here and there didn’t get actually HOME until after 3pm .. so accomplished pretty much nothing Wednesday lol! Thursday we hosted Thanksgiving dinner (if you follow me on twitter I’m sure you saw the pics) .. and by 6pm Thursday night, we were headed out Black Friday shopping. Shopped until about 9:30 then switched off and I went out with my best friend for much of the rest of the night and most of the next day as well. Black Friday also happened to land on hubbys b-day this year too – so I decided to have his party Saturday (A girl can only go non-stop for so long before she’s gonna break!) so I took down the Thanksgiving decorations and put up birthday decorations and baked a cake and wrapped presents and then I started Christmas decorations and managed to finish the tree before the party started. Now here it is … already almost a week into December! I’ve filmed every day so far this week and tomorrow I’m taking a ME day! I think I’ve earned it lol!

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Boating in October

Sounded like a great idea. I’d had big plans for months to rent a small boat, wait for it to not be brutally hot, take a bunch of photo sets and shoot some videos. Hit some of the little Islands off the coast, shoot more pics and vids. My vision was perfect. The execution, not so much. Since we had to pick a day to reserve it in advance, we didn’t realize that the day we’d chosen (yesterday) was going to be completely overcast (didn’t see the sun ALL day), windy as hell (up to 20 mph winds ALL day), and just plain COLD. (Cold front came in the night before!) Chilly to a Northerner is FREEZING to a Floridian lol … and at a whopping 61 degrees on the water with nonstop winds and no sun, changing into tiny bikinis and outfits wasn’t about to happen, let alone stepping into the water to get onto an island. So, Maybe I’ll try again next Spring. Can you believe TODAY it’s beautiful out!? GRRRR! BUT, we’ve already used the boat now, and we are attending a wedding this afternoon, so today wouldn’t have worked anyway.

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