She walked in and saw him looking at an image on the computer. He was a photographer and it wasn’t unusual to see beautiful women on his screen.
Continue reading L is for Leather and LaceTag Archives: Wicked Wednesday
M is for Magic
Magic. The word just evokes childhood fantasy to me.
Continue reading M is for MagicC is for Censorship
I hate to self-censor. I’m not talking about being polite. I’m talking about feeling like I can’t say what I feel or think in a setting.
Continue reading C is for CensorshipB is for Beautiful
Growing up in Colorado, I think I was spoiled by scenery. The view out our front window was Longs Peak and it was almost unobstructed except by a few trees. In fact, my middle school was named for the peak.
Continue reading B is for BeautifulR is for Redemption
“We always play games that you are good at. I think I should get to pick something that I’m good at for a change.”
Continue reading R is for RedemptionF is for Flowers
I love flowers. From the big splashy ones to the tiny cactus blooms that you can miss if you don’t catch them on the few days they are around.
Continue reading F is for FlowersS is for Sneeze
We are lucky to have minimal allergies. Only a couple of medical ones that are really easy to avoid and the dreaded seasonal allergies that the rest of the world has as well.
Continue reading S is for SneezeS is for Solstice
Yesterday was Summer Solstice. It’s the “official” start of the summer season even though we’ve been having summer weather for over a month here.
Continue reading S is for SolsticeMusic is my thing
I tend to tie music, songs, musical events, etc. – to the things that they happened around. I can hear a song and instantly be at that spot in time, that physical location. I get flooded with sounds, sights, smells, even the temperatures of the moment.
Continue reading Music is my thingT is for Ten Years
Wow–10 years ago. It was really a lifetime ago because so much has changed between us and in our lives and world.
Continue reading T is for Ten YearsSometimes, Collaboration Gets… Out of Hand
I’ve been writing this post for a while now. I have this idea in my head, and I keep writing, putting it down in the post and then pausing to re-read it. It seems like every time I do, you just happen to be there sneaking a look.
We finally sneak into the room, avoiding crowds. It’s been an incredible dinner – so much amazing and tasty food – just enough that we’re full, but not enough that it’s uncomfortable. And that wine… it was perfect. We’ve been wandering the grounds, looking at the clear sky and all of the stars, and even catching some of the shooting stars that happen to be whirling by tonight.
Continue reading Sometimes, Collaboration Gets… Out of HandM is for Mischief
As we were walking along the trail, a stone came down on my head. “Ow!”
Continue reading M is for MischiefB is for Books
Books have been my best friend for as long as I can remember. My mom, who did love to read, could never understand why I’d spend summers reading rather than being outside with the other kids.
Continue reading B is for BooksTruth… or dare?
“What?!?” I ask… not really sure I even heard you right. Just out of the blue, sitting around binging that latest show, you turned and looked at me.
“I said, truth, or dare?” You hold my gaze, waiting.
I’m not sure I really want to play this game… In fact, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to. Let’s be real. My history with games, and getting any kind of a win, is pretty slim.
“I don’t suppose I can pass?” I ask hopefully.
You giggle. “Nope.”
Continue reading Truth… or dare?B is for Bridge
“Do you trust me?” I looked at him as I asked the question, waiting for the response.
“Of course,” he replied. “Wait, what are we talking about? I’m not going on that roller coaster again. Ever.”
Continue reading B is for BridgeSunrise, Sunset Bootcamp (1)
Sometimes, it’s great to re-inject some new energy, some new rules, and some new unknowns into a relationship. Sometimes, it’s time for a sort of “BootCamp” – where you need to be more strict on key items, more active in some.
As we climb into bed for the night, you roll over and I hear you whispering. I can’t make it out, not quite, so I ask you what you said. You repeat it, still whispering.
Continue reading Sunrise, Sunset Bootcamp (1)Thumbing … a ride
“Please? Can you come help me get home? The stupid car broke down, I got it towed to the shop, but will be walking home the rest of the way.”
“Of course, I’ll be there in a few….” I say, grabbing my things.
Continue reading Thumbing … a rideS is for Spring
She had taken her easel and paints to the backyard. The sun hadn’t quite come up over the horizon, but it would soon. It was supposed to be a scorcher with a chance for thunderstorms.
Continue reading S is for SpringA is for Appointment
He woke up with a start. His heart was pounding and he was sweating. What had he been dreaming about?
Continue reading A is for AppointmentS is for Snake
So, yes, we dance and perform. That’s nothing that anyone who has read the blog for a while will not know.
Continue reading S is for SnakeI is for Italian Round Steak
If you ask Snake what his favorite recipe is, what he asks for on birthdays and such, the first thing he’ll come up with is Italian Round Steak. In fact, it’s been his favorite since we got married even with all of his other faves.
Continue reading I is for Italian Round SteakP is for Pool
The back part of the bar was empty on this Wednesday night. There was a big game on the TV and everyone was gathered around the bar to watch the local favorite.
Continue reading P is for PoolAbsolutely Not Now, It’s Time for Yoga
You fire up that yoga channel on YouTube – the one you’ve been following religiously now for quite some time. It’s a daily thing, I’m jealous – and at the same time, so very impressed because I can SEE the changes in you. Physically, mentally.
Continue reading Absolutely Not Now, It’s Time for YogaH is for Historian
I’ve been interested in genealogy since I was 10 or 12. Once Ancestry was available. it was even better because I had so much more access to records.
Continue reading H is for HistorianEnjoying the Pool…
It’s one of those amazing desert nights. The temperature is perfect, the wind is just this very slight breeze, the desert smells because of all of the blooms and plants that are soaking up the recent rains are just incredible. We’re sitting in the pool, just enjoying a glass of wine, talking, and watching the bats fly around, getting their early-evening feast.
“There’s one!” you whisper, and point to the west – I can just make him out against the incredible orange skies as the sun settles in and the last bits of color leave the sky.
Continue reading Enjoying the Pool…