Friday, August 30, 2013

Guess What?


I think it’s finally happened.  After 18 months of almost constant togetherness in 240 sq. ft of space,  I think we need a break.  Everything Ray says and does lately annoys me.  I have been  pretty witchy and acting out.  Poor Ray.  When I get like this he’s never sure what to say or do.  I’ve told him time and again but he’s not comfortable with the answer.  That is until now. I think he’s reaching his breaking point.

Yesterday, I noticed the “5 gallon paint stirrer” sitting on the bed.  Last night, I was on the computer as usual, he gets up from the couch and I hear.

“Let’s go.” And walks passed me into the bedroom.

He’s sitting on the end of the bed. He starts pulling down my sweats and panties.

“Get on the bed, face up.”  This is new and I am wondering just what he has in mind.  I do as I'm told and look at him.

“Legs up.” 

" Huh."

“I said legs up, like when you are doing your exercises.”

I do as he says and he immediately starts in on my sit spots with the paint stirrer. 

“Ouch, don’t I even get a warm up?”

“This is the warm up.  Keep those legs raised.  I’m trying something different.”

I’m trying to be stoic, but it’s not working.

“ouch, ouch, ouch” I keep yelling. 

When I couldn’t take any more I finally managed to get out “Enough.”
“You think you’re done?”

“Yes” and he stopped after a couple more swats.

I was pretty tender and am still a little sore today.   Guess what, there was no dancing afterward. He got up and left the bedroom, went back out to the couch and turned on the movie.  No words were spoken.  I think he’s as frustrated with me as I am with him.  This was a first. We’ll have to see how and where this goes, if anywhere?

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

A Midweek Treat

Lucy Appleby has sent me this short story to share with you.  She has some charming stories, so stop by and visit her site sometime for good reads.  

The Au Pair by Lucy Appleby

I like dogs. I've always liked dogs, especially big fluffy ones like Benson. My au pair duties extend to him as well as the two kids, and I also have to keep an eye on old Grandad who lives in a room downstairs.

But it's because of Benson that I'm standing bare bottomed in the corner of the sitting room. If I turn my head I can see him peering through the glass of the patio doors, and his tongue is lolling out of his mouth. I swear the blasted dog is laughing at me. I'm going to get paddled any moment. It's not FAIR!

Benson, well, he's such a smart dog, and I'm a bit on the forgetful side. I asked him yesterday if I had to give Grandad the blue pill or the white pill. He was to bark once for the blue pill and twice for the white pill. He barked twice, so I gave Grandad the white pill. Wrong! That was the disinfection tablet to go in the fish tank.

It seems Grandad has had a bit of a funny turn. He's been hopping up and down shouting obscenities, and using the bedpan as a bongo drum. I thought his behaviour was much more interesting than what he usually does - which is to sit docilely in a chair staring at the TV all day.

Mr Brown is here now with the big leather paddle. Boy, does he look cross. You see, the blue pill should have been for him. Viagra it's called - and I put it in the fish tank. All the fishes went bonkers fighting over it, and there were some very funny goings on in the tank I can tell you. Well I would tell you, but I'm afraid there's no time.

"Yeeeow! Ouch"

Crack! Slap! Splat!

"Oh my poor bottom! Ow!"

Benson watched the show through the window, admiring the au pairs rather delectable rump as it got whacked with the paddle, and he laughed a big doggy laugh

Thank you Lucy.  You saved me because I didn't have a post for today.  Be sure to stop by Lucy's site  She also writes books which can be found through LSF Publications.  

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Monday, August 26, 2013

Spanking Memories

Dev was  about to spank Leslie for the second time that day.  The first time was because once again she had left on the car lights and the battery was dead.  The second time was going to be just because that ass looked so damn cute in those exercise pants. Now she was upstairs waiting for him.  As he began to climb the stairs he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.  Here he was married forty years and he was getting more sex than men half his age.  She was standing in the room naked when he walked into the room.  She no longer had the body she once had but she still had a nice shape for a woman her age.  When she saw him she pirouetted around and he saw her bottom still slightly pinked from this morning’s attention.  She wiggled it, turned, and crooked her finger at him. She sidled over to the bed and he was like a randy teenager.  He couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough.

Afterward, as they lay there in the comfort of each other’s arms, Leslie asked Dev if he ever thought about how life was before they began spanking again.  He said he had but he liked this way much better. 

They had been high school sweethearts and on her 16th birthday he had given her a birthday spanking. After that he would take her over his knee every once in a while.  He was always patting her bottom or giving her swats.  He was a definite ass man.  Leslie loved it.  It wasn’t a surprise that once they were married the spankings happened more often.  They weren’t over clothes any more either.  They were always bare bottom which made it so much easier to get to the sexy part.  Spankings always preceded sex.  It was their foreplay. 

Once the kids came along though, the spankings stopped.  June and Jeff were just 15 months apart so she was either pregnant or taking care of one baby or another.  Their sex life was practically non-existent during those years because she was always so exhausted.  Once the kids were in school, their sex life improved but the spankings did not resume. Dev would still slap her bottom occasionally but that was it. Once, when June was 8, Leslie was reading a book that talked about spanking and she reminded Dev.  That very night, they thought to resume that part of their lovelife.  Unfortunately, while Leslie was draped over Dev’s lap and he was spanking her bottom, June walked in the door and saw them.  They made some kind of excuse and whether June bought it or not they didn’t know until years later.


It might have been coincidence but a couple of days later they had some friends over. Everyone was talking about who knows what when Jeff piped up with Daddy spanks Mommy. Leslie was stunned silent and he saw the red creeping up her neck.  Dev recovered first.  He asked Jeff what he meant.  He said you are always spanking Mom’s bottom when she walks by you.  They both breathed a sigh of relief but spanking was definitely off the table for the remainder of the years the kids were still around.

Years later, June was about 15 at the time, they were having a birthday party for Leslie. After the cake and the presents, Jeff popped up with

 “What did you give Mom for her birthday, Dad?"

“Oh, he probably gave her a birthday spanking”.  June said

Leslie blushed but Dev asked whatever gave her that idea.  She responded that she remembered one time when she was little she saw him spanking Mommy and she just thought it was her birthday spanking.  Dev never missed a beat.  He told her she was right that he had always given her a birthday spanking.  He told her he started it when she was 16.

“It’s a tradition. Maybe someday your husband will carry on the tradition”.

Jeff said, “that’s cool.  I might just do that”.

June said “there is now way”.

“Now that the cat’s out of the bag, I’ll give Mom her birthday spanking right now”.

With that Dev draped Leslie over his hip and happily spanked her bottom in jovial way.  He told the kids he only gave her one spank for each ten years now so the spanking was over very quickly.

On her fiftieth birthday, Dev took her to Hawaii.  One night they were attending a luau and she had a few too many coconut rum drinks.  When Leslie was swaying as much or more than the palm trees, Dev suggested she might want to take it easy.  She promptly ordered another drink.  Dev intercepted the waiter and cancelled the drink.  That did not go over well with her and she started being belligerent.  He nicely told her she was making a scene and if she didn’t calm down he might just have to give her the birthday spanking right there and then. Her comment to him was “It’s about time” and just like that their spanking life resumed.  Except that now there was another level added.

She didn’t get her 50th birthday spanking that night.  She was just too tipsy and was removing her clothes as they walked into the hotel room.  By the time she hit the bed she was done.  It was only moments later she was fast asleep.  As he was sitting there listening to her soft snores he thought about their conversation.  Lord knows there was many a time he wanted to spank her, thought she deserved it, but hadn’t done it.  Well maybe it was time and he would begin the next morning.

Leslie woke the next morning with the hangover from hell.  She got no sympathy from Dev.  He ordered room service and when it arrived he made her get up and have something to eat along with her coffee.  He gave her a couple of aspirins to help with the headache.  Once breakfast was over, Leslie went back toward the bed.  Dev followed her. There was no way she was going to go back to bed and ruin a whole day nursing a hangover.  When he told her to hit the shower she rolled her eyes at him and continued toward the bed.

“I’m not kidding, Les.  Go take a shower”

She gave him the finger but headed toward the shower.  He slapped her bottom as she passed him.

“I’m going” she told him “but I’m not happy about it”.

“Well, you better get happy because I don’t want you ruining our day pouting because you didn’t listen to me last night and you have a hangover.  You’ll feel better soon.”

“Fine” and she stepped into the shower.

When she finished her shower and was blow drying her hair she asked him if he was happy now.  He told her no he wasn’t he could tell she still had a crappy attitude and he was going to take care of it right then.  He turned off the blow dryer and pulled her to him.  He sat down on the commode, pulled her over his knee and proceeded to spank her bottom.  He was just warming up and she was already squealing.  It had been a long time she had been over his knee and that combined with a freshly showered bottom made the spanks seem harder than they actually were.  He didn’t let it deter him.  He continued his assault until her bottom was just bordering on cherry red.  He was glad the fan was on because by the time he was finished she was letting her feelings be known quite loudly. When he was finished he tried to console her.  She was having no part of it.  He told her she better knock it off or she would be right back over his knee.  She was not deterred so once again he pulled her over his knee and really let her have it.  It was harder than he had ever remembered spanking her but she had it coming. His hand hurt but he was determined to keep it up until she released her anger. When he felt her go limp he stopped and tried once again to console her.  This time it was different.  She buried her head into his shoulder and wept softly.  She sat there in his lap for a long time.  She told him she was sorry and began kissing him.

“There will be none of that, go finish getting ready” Dev told her.

“But we always have sex after you’ve spanked me” Les said pouting.

“This is a new day and today there will be no sex.  I want you to take this spanking seriously and I don’t want it confused with a fun spanking”.

“No fair” she said

“That’s the way it is going to be from now on.  Tonight, when I give you your birthday spanking, we can have sex, but not now”

“Do you mean to tell me, Dev Warner, that you are going to spank me again tonight?

“That’s what I’m saying” he replied.

She gave him her “meanie” look  and stuck her tongue out but inside she was smiling and couldn’t wait.  She just hoped her bum recovered a little before then.

This was the beginning of their new life.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Sunny's Funnies

One of these days I am going to run out of these funnies and then I am actually going to have to write something.  Until then, I'm safe.

Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose egg, depends a lot
on the kind of chick he marries.

Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earnin' his
salt he forgets his sugar.

Too many couples marry for better, or for worse, but not for good.

When a man marries a woman, they become one; the trouble starts when
they try to decide which one.

If a man has enough horse sense to treat his wife like a thoroughbred,
she'll never turn into an old nag.

On anniversaries, the wise husband always forgets the past - but never
the present.

A foolish husband says to his wife, "Honey, you stick to the washin',
ironin', cookin' and scrubbin'. No wife of mine's gonna work."

Many girls like to marry a military man - he can cook, sew, and make
beds, is in good health, and already used to taking orders.

Eventually you reach a point when you stop lying about your age and
start bragging about it.

Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to
know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the
roads weren't paved.

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald,
they don't recognize you.

Hope you are enjoying your weekend, see you here tomorrow for a new story and more Aimless Ramblings.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Friday Funnies

We haven't even been running around this week, just living life, laying back and taking it easy.   Recuperating, if you will; or Resting up for this weekend, take your pick.  

Here are some funnies thought you might enjoy.

Answering machine message,(does anyone have one of these anymore)
"I am not available right now,
but thank you for caring enough to call.
I am making some changes in my life.
Please leave a message after the beep.
If I do not return your call,
you are one of the changes."

Aspire to inspire before you expire.

My husband and I had words, but I didn't get to use mine.

I just took a leaflet out of my mailbox, informing
me that I can have sex at 69.
I'm so happy, because I live at number 61.
So it's not too far to walk home afterwards.
And it's the same side of the street.
I don't even have to cross the road!

Frustration is trying to find your glasses without your glasses.

The irony of life is that, by the time you're old enough to know
your way around, you're not going anywhere.

God made man before woman so as to give him time
to think of an answer for her first question.


Every morning is the dawn of a new error.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

I Feel So Bad

Is there anyone out there besides me that can relate to this sentiment?

Since we won't be meeting at the gym, I'll see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Sunday, August 18, 2013


After Friday's post, I just had to share this.

Monday is story day.  See you then.


I think I've given the keys to way too many people.  

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Friday, August 16, 2013

More of the Same About Nothing

If Jerry Seinfeld could do it why not me. For those Seinfeld fans Ray doesn't have a puffy shirt, I am not the Master of my Domain, sometimes Ray experiences shrinkage especially when swimming in the Pacific and my name doesn't rhyme with a body part. This is truly a post about nothing. I really don't have anything to share today except more of the same. Having fun with the grandkids.  We're going to have both of them together this weekend. They always need a referee.   By Sunday night, I'll be needing another life and it won't just be on Candy Crush.  I think Ray and I will need a stress relief date.  It's worth is though.

This is my motto.  Has to be because I don't remember anything anymore.  

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This e-card really struck me.  It doesn't happen often anymore but back when I as in the work force it happened quite a bit much to my chagrin.


I'm pretty sure none of us think this about our guys but never know on any given day.


Have a great weekend everyone.  There will be a new story up on Monday.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Planning is Everything

A Well-Planned Retirement

Outside England 's Bristol Zoo there is a parking lot for 150 cars and 8 buses. For 25 years, its parking fees were managed by a very pleasant attendant. The fees were for cars, about $1.40, for buses about $7.

Then, one day, after 25 solid years of never missing a day of work, he just didn't show up; so the Zoo Management called the City Council and asked it to send them another parking agent.

The Council did some research and replied that the parking lot was the Zoo's own responsibility. The Zoo advised the Council that the attendant was a City employee. The City Council responded that the lot attendant had never been on the City payroll.

Meanwhile, sitting in his villa somewhere on the coast of Spain (or some such scenario), is a man who'd apparently had a ticket machine installed completely on his own; and then had simply begun to show up every day, commencing to collect and keep the parking fees, estimated at about $560 per day -- for 25 years.
Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over $7 million dollars!
And no one even knows his name

Now why didn't we think of this?  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, August 12, 2013

The Ultimatum

Ellie had quit her old job because she was bored to tears.  It wasn’t a bad job just full of office politics that was making her sick every day.  She would come home with a pounding headache until the afternoon when she just lost it.  Sean was not happy with her decision. He kept lecturing her with statements like what would happen if I just decided one day I didn’t like my job and quit and on and on.  He told her she was nothing but a spoiled little princess.  She told him she could find another job in a heartbeat.  He wasn’t so sure.  The economy was in a downturn and most places weren’t hiring.

Ellie really did try to find a job.  She called a couple of friends, networked and although she wasn’t pounding the pavement she was trying.  She knew Sean was upset because they were saving her income to use as a down payment on a house. He thought she was being very cavalier about finding another job and the day he came home and found her drinking a glass of wine and watching television, he went ballistic.  He gave her an ultimatum that if she didn’t find a job within two weeks he would spank her every day thereafter until she was working again.

With that threat firmly in mind, Ellie stepped up her efforts and saw an interesting ad on Craig’s List.  It was for a phone actress. She had no idea what that was about but decided to apply.  A few days later she got a call to come in for an interview.  When she got to the address, it was nothing more than a seedy looking storefront but she went in anyway.  She introduced herself to the lady in the front and was immediately told to take a seat.  A few minutes later, a couple came out.   They both seemed to be in their 40’s and looked like they just stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting.  They introduced themselves and said they would be interviewing her together.  They handed her a sheet of paper and asked her to read the words.  She was shocked at what she saw.  Apparently, it showed on her face because the woman asked if there was a problem.  No, she said and began reading the phrases.  When she was finished, the man asked her to read them again and to pretend she was on the phone and the person on the other end was telling her things to which she was responding. 

“What kind of job is this anyway.  The ad said it was a phone actress. Just exactly what is that?”

The woman said it was a sex call in line.  They were a twenty four hour service and had three operators on each shift.  One of the operators was quitting and they were looking for a replacement.

“I don’t think this will be a good fit for me.  My husband would have a stroke”

“This is a reputable company.  We have been in business for over ten years.  You are given a false phone identity which is kept secret.  Your voice has the timbre that could make you very successful at this if you get over your embarrassment. The benefits and hours are excellent and it could be very lucrative for you once you establish a clientele”
“Establish a clientele, what does that mean?”

“Well, when calls come in you use that false identity.  If you perform the way we think you are capable of the next time the caller calls he will ask for you.  You build up your client list and you could be clearing $1000 a week.”

“Are there really that many wierdos out there”?

“They’re not all wierdos, some of them are just lonely, others just need a thrill outside of the norm but we don’t make distinctions here.  We just perform a service.  If you’re interested you could start on Monday.  The available shift is from 9 to 5.  It is not the most lucrative shift but we will start you out at $300 a week and see how it goes.  How does that sound to you?”

Ellie thought about it for a moment and decided what did she have to lose.  She would tell Sean it was telephone sales and not divulge any more information unless he asked. Okay it’s more like a sin of omission than a lie, wasn’t it. She knew Sean would consider it a lie and she would be punished if he found out but reasoned that at least she had a job within the deadline.

When Sean came home that evening she told him she had found a job.  She would start off at $300 a week with the possibility of making more once she started making sales.  He congratulated her and didn’t ask any further questions other than where it was and what hours would she be working.  Whew, she thought, I really dodged a bullet and considered that she had just made her first sale.

At the end of her first week she had three names on her client list.  Her employers were very pleased with her and gave her another identity and gave her more scripts to use.  By the end of the first month she was one of their top sales people on the day and afternoon shift.  They increased her salary to $500 plus a percentage of her client referrals. She decided not to tell Sean about the salary increase just yet. She would just put the extra money is a savings account and surprise him. 

Her employers were right.  She was very good at her job and was making great money.  The savings account was building steadily.  She even splurged now and again and was still adding at least $1500 to the savings account monthly.

Sean never really questioned her about her job, he was pleased she was working at something that seemed to make her happy.  She didn’t work overtime or weekends and never seemed to get behind in any of the household chores the way she had in her last job. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten in trouble for anything.  Her usual shenanigans were nowhere in sight. Life was really good.  Sean figured that if he got that promotion he was seeking, her salary and his new income would enable them to purchase the house of their dreams.

He came home early on Friday with the news of his promotion.  He gathered the mail out of the box and was leafing through it when he noticed the bank statement.  He thought it was funny that only Ellie’s name appeared in the window.  When he opened the statement he was shocked.  The account had over $10,000 in it.  Knowing this had to be a mistake he called the bank and was told they couldn’t give him any information because his name was not on the account.  He didn’t know what to think.  He knew he had a couple of hours before Ellie came home and decided to go for a run to clear his head. Thoughts of her leaving him were uppermost in his mind.  Why else would she have an account with this much money in her name alone?  As a matter of fact, where did she get this much money? After he had run about five miles, his head wasn’t any clearer than before.  He went home, took a shower and poured himself a glass of wine. 

Four glasses later, Ellie walked in the door.  She gave him a hello kiss and noticed the mail on the table.  She started leafing through the envelopes and saw the opened statement.  OMG, I am in so much trouble.  Sean looked at her and said:

“Okay, let’s have it Ellie.”

“I don’t know where to start” she said.

“The beginning is usually the best place to start”.

 “Remember when you told me I had to have a job in two weeks or I would get a spanking for every day after that I wasn’t employed.  Well I saw this job on Craig’s list, applied and got the job.

“Yes, I know all that, let’s move on” he said much more calmly than he felt.

“You know how I told you the job was telephone sales.  Well, it was and it wasn’t.  It was really as a phone actress. 
“Do you mean to tell me that you work for a sex hotline and spend all day talking to men about sex?”

“Yes” she answered and then he gave her the most unexpected response.  He began laughing and laughed until tears were rolling down his face.

“My prissy little wife talking dirty to men all day, that’s good, that’s very good.  Now tell me what this is really all about”

“Honey, I swear to you that’s it.  That’s what I do.  I am very good at my job.  I didn’t want to tell you how much money I was making because you would think something was fishy, so I just told you about the starting pay and the rest of it I put in this savings account. I figured if you found out what I was doing you would go ballistic”.

“Ellie, I have been thinking about this all afternoon and I don’t want to say or do the wrong thing so I want you to go upstairs and wait for me.  I will be up and we can discuss this further.

Ellie did as she was told.  She laid down on the bed wondering what he was going to do to her. She trusted him implicitly so it wasn’t a matter of trust but of how much trouble she was in.  She couldn’t believe he laughed when she told him.  Did that mean he didn’t think it was so bad?  She took a couple of aspirins and laid down.

She must have fallen asleep because she woke up feeling all fuzzy and then remembered why.  She was still alone and it was dark outside. The longer she laid in bed the more jumbled her thoughts.  It was really his fault she reasoned. If he hadn’t pressured her she would never have taken that job.

She got up and went to the bathroom and when she returned to the bedroom, Sean was sitting on the bed.  He motioned her to come to him.  She moved toward him with stone weights on her feet.  He sat her down next to him and told her how devastated he was when he opened that statement.  He told her his first thoughts were of her leaving him.

“Oh Sean I am so sorry.  I never even considered you would think that.  I love you.”

“I’ve spent the last couple of hours trying to come to some conclusions and this is what they are:

1. You lied to me and every day you went to that job was a continuation of that lie;

2. You knew I would never want my wife to be a sex hotline operator

3. You never talk dirty to me.

So here’s what is going to happen.  Monday morning you are going to quit your job, no notice, no nothing.  You are done.  Tonight we are going to celebrate my getting the promotion. Tomorrow we are going to start looking for our dream home because between my new income and your savings account we will more than qualify for the loan.  But before any of that I am going to put you over my lap and spank the devil out of you for lying to me all those months and for what you put me through this afternoon. When I am finished blistering your butt, and before I make mad passionate love to you I want you to pretend that I was your best client and I want you to talk dirty to me.  Understood?"

“Understood, Mr. Spanksalot”.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Getting Even & Other Stuff

Happy Sunday Everyone.   The grands head back to school on Wednesday so we've been spending as much time as we can with them.  Once school starts, so does soccer, track, football and the myriad other activties in which they are involved.  So early but then they get out early so I guess is a trade-off.  Daughter didn't catch a break though, she's a teacher and she went back last week.

Grandson #2  watching the surfers at The Hook

Ray and I have been trying to get our fun in when we can.  We feel like so many of you lately.  We're hiding things and squeezing in our adult activities in between visits.  I actually received a couple of fun spankings this past week. Considering there are never any lectures, the other day  I asked Ray if he thinks about all the things he would have like to spank me for through the years. His response was "Oh yeah, some of them go back 42 years."  It was our laugh of the day.  Believe me he will never run out of reasons.


  • TRUE

Enjoy the day everyone.  Come by tomorrow for another new story.  Until then, see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013


What else is there to say?  If that dryer is ever invented, I would willingly volunteer to be the first user.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Sunday, August 4, 2013


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Ray makes me feel like this every single day, even when I've frustrated the dickens out of him.


Stop by Monday for another chapter in the Blame It On The Jeans saga.  Until then, make it a great day and see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Games, Grandson and Good God it's August

I'm setting this up early because #2 grandson will be with us for the next few days and he is a human dynamo.  Doesn't sit still for more than 30 seconds at a time so there will be no time for writing just enough time to try and keep up.

He is sooo cute and what an imp.  Always stirring the pot but yet very sensitive and caring.  I could just squeeze him to death.  He will be nine next month and when I asked what he wanted for his birthday he told me 20 bucks and a card.  A couple of weeks ago we were talking on the phone and he asked what we were going to do.  When I told him going to see The Lone Ranger he told me he was hopping on a plane and would I pick him up at the airport.  He is such a card.

We have been going non-stop since we arrived here, no time to sit around and grow mold/old.  The Gilroy Garlic Festival was a food lover's orgy.  The good part was we all shared so it probably won't be as telling on the scale as it might have been.  The day was perfect weather-wise.  Typical marine layer in the am to sunny skies by noon.  Yesterday we went to the mission in Carmel.  Above younger grandson will be in fourth grade which means a  California history project in school and the mission provides a lot of fodder.  Typical Carmel day, jackets needed, but when the sun was out it was lovely. Lots of hilly terrain in Carmel, good exercise to walk off those caramel lattes you drink to keep warm.  lol

Today is stock up the RV day getting ready for the "visit".  You know load up on the goodies because what happens at grammy's stays at grammy's.  You can even eat whipped cream out of the can here. They are boys, c'mon you know its not all clean hands and good manners.  I know for a fact they do the same things at home, much to my daughters chagrin.  Son in law just keeps saying "they're boys, get over it."

Note to self:  Must remember to put away all the toys.  Speaking of toys we played the dice game the other day.  We had forgotten all about it and Ray came across it.  100 with the paint stirrer, definitely stirred things up.  Wow.

On Tuesday, this little ole' blog went over the 100,000 page view marker.  Can't believe it.  I know it's piddly compared to some of you but it seems like a very large number to me.  Thank you all for coming by to make the number possible.

By the way, they sent me a possible cover for my new book coming out sometime in the fall.  I'll post the date and give some snippets once the date is set.

Have a good weekend everyone.  I know we will, grandson will see to that.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.