<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984</id><updated>2011-08-28T06:08:12.391-05:00</updated><category term='swinging'/><category term='comfort'/><category term='kegels'/><category term='sex'/><category term='sexual fantasies'/><category term='bi sexual'/><category term='striping'/><category term='positions'/><category term='orgasm'/><category term='penis'/><category term='oral sex'/><category term='first time'/><title type='text'>Live Outside the Box</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8988533042794884444</id><published>2009-05-06T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:55:37.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SgIwyzbDpGI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ga95UO_u3Us/s1600-h/DSC03931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SgIwyzbDpGI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ga95UO_u3Us/s320/DSC03931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332878558115374178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As RR pointed out to me many, many times.......................... I need to post again.  Here I am and sorry it took so long.  There has been so much going on that I just don't get on the computer much anymore!  I will try and do better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8988533042794884444?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8988533042794884444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8988533042794884444' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8988533042794884444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8988533042794884444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SgIwyzbDpGI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ga95UO_u3Us/s72-c/DSC03931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-851642054599823052</id><published>2009-01-24T21:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:07:34.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXvkZ-wBohI/AAAAAAAAATM/tbxoYfzXcw4/s1600-h/DSC03759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXvkZ-wBohI/AAAAAAAAATM/tbxoYfzXcw4/s320/DSC03759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076921896444434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the result of my Minx and I playing with each other ..................... a very HOT, AMAZING FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are still counting down until Tuesday!  I am SO DAMN HORNY I CAN HARDLY STAND IT!!!!  All RR has to do is touch my bare skin and I about lose control.  If you all listen on Tuesday late morning through early afternoon you WILL hear me screaming in pleasure over and over and over and over and over and ................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-851642054599823052?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/851642054599823052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=851642054599823052' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/851642054599823052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/851642054599823052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/am.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXvkZ-wBohI/AAAAAAAAATM/tbxoYfzXcw4/s72-c/DSC03759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-246053125106898615</id><published>2009-01-23T20:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:30:35.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXp9Ad4wXII/AAAAAAAAATE/eNrSa4dK76w/s1600-h/DSC03860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXp9Ad4wXII/AAAAAAAAATE/eNrSa4dK76w/s320/DSC03860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294681758903590018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week now and I can once again have sex!  I am so worked up!  Going out of my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-246053125106898615?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/246053125106898615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=246053125106898615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/246053125106898615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/246053125106898615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXp9Ad4wXII/AAAAAAAAATE/eNrSa4dK76w/s72-c/DSC03860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7374420325142136478</id><published>2009-01-17T17:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:47:46.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXJtluI6U6I/AAAAAAAAASs/yE1__zO_77s/s1600-h/DSC03884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXJtluI6U6I/AAAAAAAAASs/yE1__zO_77s/s320/DSC03884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292413006921749410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get back to the gym today, it was more difficult on the tredmill than I thought it would be!  That sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope everyone has a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7374420325142136478?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7374420325142136478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7374420325142136478' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7374420325142136478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7374420325142136478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/ass-shot.html' title='Ass Shot'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SXJtluI6U6I/AAAAAAAAASs/yE1__zO_77s/s72-c/DSC03884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1975197532221749907</id><published>2009-01-14T12:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:10:34.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO Weeks?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SW4pj5wYriI/AAAAAAAAASk/eIKcsPHa6Fg/s1600-h/DSC03875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SW4pj5wYriI/AAAAAAAAASk/eIKcsPHa6Fg/s320/DSC03875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291212308982836770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that the video is well liked!  We will for sure do that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bummed out!  Yesterday I had a procedure done that requires two weeks of NO SEX while I recover!!!  How will I last?!  This is going to be a tough two weeks for RR and ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1975197532221749907?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1975197532221749907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1975197532221749907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1975197532221749907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1975197532221749907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-weeks.html' title='TWO Weeks?!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SW4pj5wYriI/AAAAAAAAASk/eIKcsPHa6Fg/s72-c/DSC03875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6225111677100477944</id><published>2009-01-11T13:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:59:49.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-194c002eedfd4ba5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D194c002eedfd4ba5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331460936%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7688A8A2A255ABA9397AB05B1057BF467392F239.50F5D5E76FE182F3E1B419D905680B7A2C1BD159%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D194c002eedfd4ba5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT5dUMkhAvhvJjy9BEhxOm310Gm8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D194c002eedfd4ba5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331460936%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7688A8A2A255ABA9397AB05B1057BF467392F239.50F5D5E76FE182F3E1B419D905680B7A2C1BD159%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D194c002eedfd4ba5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT5dUMkhAvhvJjy9BEhxOm310Gm8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just goofing around last night and thought a video would be a cool change of pace.  I have never danced for anyone but RR but I think it's pretty good.  Hope you enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6225111677100477944?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=194c002eedfd4ba5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6225111677100477944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6225111677100477944' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6225111677100477944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6225111677100477944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-dance.html' title='My little dance'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1427860347188607970</id><published>2009-01-10T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:52:15.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures, More Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SWlsGOgasTI/AAAAAAAAASc/Sgs7C11LmVQ/s1600-h/DSC03843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SWlsGOgasTI/AAAAAAAAASc/Sgs7C11LmVQ/s320/DSC03843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289878091552436530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!!!  We finally had the time for new pictures!  I guess I should also say I was healthy enough to finally do some pictures when we had the time to take them.  With RR staying home and working in the local yard for a while we will have more time for pictures and SEX!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1427860347188607970?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1427860347188607970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1427860347188607970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1427860347188607970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1427860347188607970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-pictures-more-sex.html' title='New Pictures, More Sex'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SWlsGOgasTI/AAAAAAAAASc/Sgs7C11LmVQ/s72-c/DSC03843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6245005045960165568</id><published>2009-01-01T19:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:26:53.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SV1tPGv4llI/AAAAAAAAASU/m1XaQAoTL74/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SV1tPGv4llI/AAAAAAAAASU/m1XaQAoTL74/s320/DSC02573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286501643879749202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6245005045960165568?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6245005045960165568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6245005045960165568' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6245005045960165568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6245005045960165568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SV1tPGv4llI/AAAAAAAAASU/m1XaQAoTL74/s72-c/DSC02573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6307790829788382271</id><published>2008-12-29T19:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:20:54.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Want A Change?  Just Do It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SVmCh8R7GYI/AAAAAAAAASM/oh22zB787XM/s1600-h/peek+a+boo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SVmCh8R7GYI/AAAAAAAAASM/oh22zB787XM/s320/peek+a+boo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285399157324585346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year only a few days away, new challenges for interesting pictures.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oooohhhh&lt;/span&gt; I like the challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one for New Years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;, what is the point really?  If you want to make a change, then change it.  It is the same thing every year at the gym, for the month of January it will be way more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt; with a lot of new faces but as February kicks in they get less and less.  People will "quit smoking",  they will "eat better",  "get organized", or what ever they decide needs to start at the first of the year.  Start now, today and if you really want it you will stick with it.  Some will power and positive thinking and you will be OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6307790829788382271?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6307790829788382271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6307790829788382271' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6307790829788382271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6307790829788382271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/want-change-just-do-it.html' title='Want A Change?  Just Do It!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SVmCh8R7GYI/AAAAAAAAASM/oh22zB787XM/s72-c/peek+a+boo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-5631031883609027478</id><published>2008-12-25T18:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:34:33.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A HOT Shower and More.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SVQlHR7Gt9I/AAAAAAAAASE/woRiX2L0KCA/s1600-h/DSC03719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SVQlHR7Gt9I/AAAAAAAAASE/woRiX2L0KCA/s320/DSC03719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283889069813053394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!  Minx and I were able to have a special celebration two days before Christmas!  No kids at home means a little extra for us and our guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a hot shower, I had always wanted to soap up with a hot woman, I got my Christmas wish!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-5631031883609027478?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5631031883609027478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=5631031883609027478' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5631031883609027478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5631031883609027478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-shower-and-more.html' title='A HOT Shower and More.......'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SVQlHR7Gt9I/AAAAAAAAASE/woRiX2L0KCA/s72-c/DSC03719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-686791345497146129</id><published>2008-12-21T19:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:27:10.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather Chaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SU7sGrLpFVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ejClw7Qu9kE/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SU7sGrLpFVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ejClw7Qu9kE/s320/DSC02376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282419012367095122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                I LOVE the look, feel and smell of leather! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-686791345497146129?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/686791345497146129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=686791345497146129' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/686791345497146129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/686791345497146129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/leather-chaps.html' title='Leather Chaps'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SU7sGrLpFVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ejClw7Qu9kE/s72-c/DSC02376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-5989134192088831908</id><published>2008-12-18T17:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:17:29.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time With My Minx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SUrfJtIMBmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vuNiSffH6R0/s1600-h/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SUrfJtIMBmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vuNiSffH6R0/s320/DSC03105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281278870871082594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first time I will always remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was nervous but excited at the same time.  One kiss, I knew that one kiss is all it would take to relax her, everything after that first leap is easy.  I did not worn her, I just leaned in, put my hand on her cheek and my lips on hers.  She fell right into it then asked for more.  Like me, she love kissing, I am a very lucky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced and rubbed against one another while the guys sat back and watched.  When she took off her pants I knew it was OK to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin is like a dolls, she calls is "too white" I say more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;porcelin&lt;/span&gt; like a doll and very soft.  Perfect breasts just the right size for my hands and mouth.   When her nipple grew hard under my tongue while I caressed the other breast, I got so wet and had a hard time controlling myself.  Moving down her body, I removed the G-string, she is so beautiful laying there, damn ..... I am lucky.  Kissing and tasting her inner thighs, I felt her shudder in anticipation of my touch.  I see her wetness, her bald pussy so perfect I can't hold back anymore.  First I lightly touch with my fingers then take my first taste of her.   She taste so good, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt; a firm numb under my tongue, she starts to moan.  I feel her hips move just ever so slightly as my finger slides easily into her.  So tight, so hot and so wet, I am in heaven and I have completely forgotten our men are watching this from the couch.  I don't know how long I liked and played with her but when she sat up I had no time to think, she shoved me to the floor and went straight to my pussy with her mouth!  Oh my God!  She is so good with that tongue!  This may have been her first time but she is THE BEST woman I have ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long we pleased each other, kissing and rolling around on the floor but I can tell you that our men were VERY ready to fuck when we finally paused.  I have not gotten her in our swing yet but I hope to very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-5989134192088831908?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5989134192088831908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=5989134192088831908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5989134192088831908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5989134192088831908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-time-withe-my-minx.html' title='My First Time With My Minx'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SUrfJtIMBmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vuNiSffH6R0/s72-c/DSC03105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-17230250508807006</id><published>2008-12-15T08:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:02:38.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would Like to See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SUZuP7KQSDI/AAAAAAAAARs/3ihrcj0xh80/s1600-h/DSC02688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SUZuP7KQSDI/AAAAAAAAARs/3ihrcj0xh80/s320/DSC02688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280028832996280370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what you, my readers, want to see.  What kind of pictures would you like?  In what positions?  Any particular setting?  Let me know and I will see what I can do to fulfill that.  However, don't ask me to do anything with animals because I will not!  Think of this as a project for the holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-17230250508807006?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/17230250508807006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=17230250508807006' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/17230250508807006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/17230250508807006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-would-like-to-see.html' title='What Would Like to See?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SUZuP7KQSDI/AAAAAAAAARs/3ihrcj0xh80/s72-c/DSC02688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3282133230332467171</id><published>2008-12-10T10:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:38:41.910-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm'/><title type='text'>The First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/ST_rJD0GdvI/AAAAAAAAARk/_BTCtMpNcWM/s1600-h/DSC03054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/ST_rJD0GdvI/AAAAAAAAARk/_BTCtMpNcWM/s320/DSC03054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278195829176694514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first time you had sex?  Or maybe the question is do you WANT to remember?  LOL!  Was it "all you wanted it to be?"  Did you plan it down to the last detail or was it totally spontaneous?  Was it with a long term boyfriend/girlfriend or just a date you had for the night?  I don't usually think about it but I read a blog a while back that made me think about my first time and I laughed about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the ripe old age of 16 when I lost my virginity.  I really don't like that expression, I KNOW where it went!  LOL!  Back when I though I knew it all and 16 was mature enough for such adult decisions.  Well, at least we were smart enough to plan ahead and have a box of condoms.  Yes, I waited until I was "in love" and planed the event.  This really makes me laugh now!  I think about two kids that don't know anything about their OWN bodies and all the sex information we had at the time was what was on Cinnemax that month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how it felt to be having sex as a teenager?  Your heart would pound, you would sweat from all those hormones kicking in and it would last for what? ............. maybe two minutes?  LOL!  How many of us girls were slightly disappointed in the entire thing because we were not getting our orgasms?  We enjoyed it, it felt good yet we knew there was something missing but we were to young to know what and how to say it.  If you were like me, you went home and masturbated until you were satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip ahead to where you are now!  I have been with same man now for 18 years and am totally sexual satisfied!  Not only does he know where to touch, I am not afraid to say, "Don't stop!",  "Oh yes!  Right there!"  I also know that he WANTS me to be satisfied so if he is done and I am not all I have to do is ask for his help and keep going.  He never turns down the chance to help me get off and many times that will turn into another round of some good sex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3282133230332467171?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3282133230332467171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3282133230332467171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3282133230332467171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3282133230332467171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-time.html' title='The First Time'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/ST_rJD0GdvI/AAAAAAAAARk/_BTCtMpNcWM/s72-c/DSC03054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2965226555542207133</id><published>2008-12-09T18:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:10.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/ST8HyK5zqiI/AAAAAAAAARc/bZvV3_0YiWA/s1600-h/DSC03176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/ST8HyK5zqiI/AAAAAAAAARc/bZvV3_0YiWA/s320/DSC03176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277945846803180066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture for every one to enjoy.  I am still tired and recovering from being sick!  I will write again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2965226555542207133?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2965226555542207133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2965226555542207133' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2965226555542207133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2965226555542207133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/ST8HyK5zqiI/AAAAAAAAARc/bZvV3_0YiWA/s72-c/DSC03176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-808535057102506830</id><published>2008-12-03T20:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:42:36.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving or Receiving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STc-sq57uVI/AAAAAAAAARU/Zjstz_MDyIE/s1600-h/DSC03168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STc-sq57uVI/AAAAAAAAARU/Zjstz_MDyIE/s320/DSC03168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275754425640270162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked a question that I thought was a good one to throw out to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you enjoy more, give oral sex or receiving oral sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me that was easy .................................. BOTH!  LOL!  For different reasons.  Of course I LOVE to receive oral from hubby and my Minx because I feels great and I can usually get a good orgasm from it.  I do also LOVE to give!  When I am down on hubby I get so turned on, even if I just had an orgasm, I not just desire, I NEED to be fucked!!  It's because I know that I am giving pleasure.  I love the whispers of pleasure from his lips and the feel of his dick in my mouth.  It is the same with my Minx (minus the dick of course) but with her I also have the added bonus of not only pleasing her physically but pleasing hubby as well.  He really enjoys watching the two of us together and the sex we have after her and I are done ..................... HOLY WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, oral sex in my book is a big yes both ways.  (in more ways that one  hehehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-808535057102506830?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/808535057102506830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=808535057102506830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/808535057102506830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/808535057102506830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-or-receiving.html' title='Giving or Receiving?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STc-sq57uVI/AAAAAAAAARU/Zjstz_MDyIE/s72-c/DSC03168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-565116047297617008</id><published>2008-12-01T19:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:09:01.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Oral!  It Helps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STSV7ZTMN-I/AAAAAAAAARM/5T3hgCFom5M/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STSV7ZTMN-I/AAAAAAAAARM/5T3hgCFom5M/s320/DSC03152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275005911193892834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the reasons my sex life with hubby has grown into a RED, HOT SEX LIFE, is the communication.  It did take me a while, I will admit that, to say what I want, desire, don't like and want to try.  Even during sex it is important to say, "Do that again", or "please not so soft/hard" or what ever it is that goes through your mind.  If you are not comfortable with saying it in the moment then wait and talk about it later.  This needs to go both ways!  Sometimes words are not needed if you just pay attention.  When hubby is giving me oral pleasure I will sometimes push down on his head to reposition his tongue.  When I first did this he asked why I was doing it, after telling him the reason he understood.  Isn't one of the main goals of sex to reach an orgasm, or several of them?  So, the only way to do that is by telling your partner what it is that feels the best.  This is not an insult to the person giving, they need to remember that, it is just the way our bodies work.  I think we have better and much hotter sex after 18 years together than when we first started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-565116047297617008?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/565116047297617008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=565116047297617008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/565116047297617008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/565116047297617008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-oral-it-helps.html' title='Be Oral!  It Helps'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STSV7ZTMN-I/AAAAAAAAARM/5T3hgCFom5M/s72-c/DSC03152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4286734449135008761</id><published>2008-11-30T20:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:39:40.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STNJKdQLZnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pKept7UpOqU/s1600-h/DSC03154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STNJKdQLZnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pKept7UpOqU/s320/DSC03154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274640032580986482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First .................................. I AM SORRY FOR POSTING THE SAME PICTURE AS HUBBY!  I guess we need to communicate better!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is off to the much warmer state of Florida in the morning for some deep sea fishing with 5 other rail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roaders&lt;/span&gt;.  Lord help me, he may never return!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;  Of course I am sending him off happy with a really amazing (I hope) "good luck fuck"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our first snow over the last two days.  I do love the way it looks, it makes everything clean and pretty, however, I don't like the cold!  I'm thinking another afternoon in front of the fire is just what I need!  So if hubby send me pictures of the ocean, warm beaches and his wonderful view ................. I will send pictures of me naked!  Is that mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4286734449135008761?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4286734449135008761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4286734449135008761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4286734449135008761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4286734449135008761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-that-mean.html' title='Is That Mean?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/STNJKdQLZnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pKept7UpOqU/s72-c/DSC03154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2975295906813844204</id><published>2008-11-24T19:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:51:36.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Hours of Sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SStQSDHDelI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CbfbKpe404w/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SStQSDHDelI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CbfbKpe404w/s320/DSC03147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272396059770059346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW PICTURES TODAY!   YEAH!  I AM HAPPY WITH THE WAY THEY  TURNED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days when I could not get enough sex!  Hubby was home all day so we went out to lunch then we went to Target for a couple of things.  We were just walking around wasting time when in one of the shoe isles I had an urge to pull down my pants to show him my ass.  This was not difficult since I did not put on a thong and I had on sweats.  I will first say that I made sure there were NO children around!  He was not expecting it which made it even better!  When I turned around to see his reaction he said, "You made me chub, look".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I like to surprise him now and then and that did.  Outside the store I handed him the keys telling him to drive.  Once he had the van in drive I started working on getting the button fly of his jeans open so I could touch him and stroke him.  Oh but I did not stop there!  When we were out of the parking lot I took off my shoes and pants, put my feet on the dash board and fingered myself.  He was loving it!  He was also a bit nervous since it was only about 1:00 in the afternoon but hey, you live once right?!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  When we got to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; of road where I could see that no one was coming I started sucking on his dick.  I have to give his credit, he not only kept the van in our lane, he did not go over the speed limit!  Luck for us, we don't live that far from Target!  As soon as we got into the garage we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; ran to the basement door, I lay down on my back and got an amazing round of oral sex and yes, I did return the favor.  I was so hot, wet and ready for him to be inside me I almost came again instantly!  (girls you know just what I mean!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not bother to get dressed when we were done, I just went up to the bedroom got out a vibrator and asked him to finger me some more because I NEEDED another one!  Lucky me, I got more than one!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new pictures were taken shortly after that.  Of course that ALWAYS leads to sex because I get to turned on posing for him!  I LOVE days like this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2975295906813844204?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2975295906813844204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2975295906813844204' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2975295906813844204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2975295906813844204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-many-hours-of-sex.html' title='How Many Hours of Sex?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SStQSDHDelI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CbfbKpe404w/s72-c/DSC03147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7611885770565280707</id><published>2008-11-19T20:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:40:05.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSTMU1l0BhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8N1YuKv3zjE/s1600-h/window2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSTMU1l0BhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8N1YuKv3zjE/s320/window2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270562122285450770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happen to have an hour alone with the house empty so I had him take a couple of pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7611885770565280707?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7611885770565280707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7611885770565280707' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7611885770565280707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7611885770565280707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-picture.html' title='Just a Picture'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSTMU1l0BhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8N1YuKv3zjE/s72-c/window2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6078016047200477839</id><published>2008-11-18T09:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:53:05.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sexy Minx, My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSLgp5rRumI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gBD_oiBjdI0/s1600-h/DSC02068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSLgp5rRumI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gBD_oiBjdI0/s320/DSC02068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270021524438497890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have used this picture before, so if it is a rerun please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sexy Minx and her hubby did come over on Saturday night.  It was, however, just a night to hang out and watch a movie.  This is something I love about the relationship that is growing between us.  We met through our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hubbies&lt;/span&gt;, they work together, and were "introduced" by way of them forwarding messages and pictures to us.  I finally said, "Giver her my email and see if she wants to talk with me."  It was not long before I had a message.  Right away we both felt a connection but not just as a sexual interest.  Her never having the experience of being with a woman, I let her set the pace and made it clear that I did not EXPECT this kind of relationship with her.  She did want the experience and did want it with me ,  OK OK, I admit I was very excited and happy about being told that.  I find her amazingly sexy and beautiful.  Our first night was amazing and I have to say, she has an amazing talent!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  BUT ............. it is also very nice to have the friendship as well.  I love knowing we can get the kids together and just be "the girls" with no feelings of awkwardness between us.  I think I will ask her to write something up so that you can read a bit from her as well.  I know you will love her as much as I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6078016047200477839?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6078016047200477839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6078016047200477839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6078016047200477839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6078016047200477839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sexy-minx-my-friend.html' title='My Sexy Minx, My Friend'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSLgp5rRumI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gBD_oiBjdI0/s72-c/DSC02068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6588654624605769336</id><published>2008-11-16T18:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:41:49.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSC6_IoVthI/AAAAAAAAAQc/u2ZC_yJ283w/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSC6_IoVthI/AAAAAAAAAQc/u2ZC_yJ283w/s320/DSC03097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269417157834683922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, in our crazy, whirl wind days of total caoss we did manage to get out the fuck swing we have aquired.  This has to be one of the most fun ways of having sex!  The possibilities are almost endless and I can't help the thoughts of putting my Sexy Minx in it as well.   She is excited to try it out with me and then her hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coworker of mine takes all different styles of dance at a local studio.  One of the classes she was telling me about was a pole dancing class they offer once or twice a year.  That sounds like a LOT of fun!  She thinks that one will be offered in the spring and I will do everything I can to get there and complete the class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6588654624605769336?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6588654624605769336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6588654624605769336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6588654624605769336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6588654624605769336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck-swing.html' title='Fuck Swing'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SSC6_IoVthI/AAAAAAAAAQc/u2ZC_yJ283w/s72-c/DSC03097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4548108123221879404</id><published>2008-11-09T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:37:54.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things &amp; Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SRcX4kA7dWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/t8rj6fhAiIY/s1600-h/DSC02740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SRcX4kA7dWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/t8rj6fhAiIY/s320/DSC02740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266704549740770658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at the end of "naked week".  I may have posted one kind of like this before, this was when I was dancing and hubby just took a bunch of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just crazy around here especially for me.  Work, trauma classes for work, kids and their activities and just the everyday living things that need to be done.  Some days I would love to just stay in bed all day and sleep but then I think of all that needs to be done and how my back would hurt.  hahahaha  So ................................. another day to get through and I will dream of a tropical vacation with no cloths!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4548108123221879404?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4548108123221879404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4548108123221879404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4548108123221879404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4548108123221879404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-dreams.html' title='Things &amp; Dreams'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SRcX4kA7dWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/t8rj6fhAiIY/s72-c/DSC02740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7108365501897143976</id><published>2008-11-04T08:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:03:07.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SRBecG_4iVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2rCHLUKtKfQ/s1600-h/DSC03067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SRBecG_4iVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2rCHLUKtKfQ/s320/DSC03067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264811801404016978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk pussy lips.  This is a good picture to demonstrate what I am talking about.  My inner lips hang down, I personally don't really like it on ME.  Hubby loves the way my pussy looks and says he prefers to see a little "hang".  LOL  I have been with a woman that had very small inner lips and my current sweetie is more like me.  I'm not sure I really care either way but I do know that I don't like the ones that hang real low and I don't understand the women that work at stretching them out.  We all have different things that make us wild and crazy, pussy lips for me is not a main issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7108365501897143976?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7108365501897143976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7108365501897143976' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7108365501897143976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7108365501897143976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/11/pussy-lips.html' title='Pussy Lips'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SRBecG_4iVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2rCHLUKtKfQ/s72-c/DSC03067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4596738554051936278</id><published>2008-10-29T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:24:25.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SQkI_1YhmsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OseIOmAFNV0/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SQkI_1YhmsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OseIOmAFNV0/s320/DSC02917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262747532313860802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my Sexy Little Minx!  I asked her first if it was OK for me to use this picture and she said yes, soooooooo enjoy!  I know we both, as well as our hubbies, enjoyed the entire night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy fall, I love the leaves turning different colors, the crisp feeling in the air, keeping the window open at night with the electric blanket turned on.  However, the warm days of being able to get on the Harley are quickly fading away, THAT does make me sad!  Oh well, I will try to focus on lighting the fire and snuggling down in front of it with a hot cup of coffee and a book.  There is Thanksgiving to think about, of course I do have to work that day but such is the life of a nurse.  Christmas will be right after that, I DO get that off this year.  There will be all that decorating I love to do, I need to get busy and make my chocolate fudge and cookies this year.  Of course I will have to give my Sexy Minx a special gift this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4596738554051936278?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4596738554051936278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4596738554051936278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4596738554051936278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4596738554051936278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-her.html' title='Me &amp; Her'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SQkI_1YhmsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OseIOmAFNV0/s72-c/DSC02917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7224396324336925643</id><published>2008-10-27T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:51:13.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Still Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SQZPnSWEgpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Lj5kDu12Lo/s1600-h/DSC03034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SQZPnSWEgpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Lj5kDu12Lo/s320/DSC03034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261980750986904210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW!  I AM SORRY FOR BEING AWAY FOR SO DAMN LONG!  Hubby all but threatened me to get a new blog on here and not that I blame him for being so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insistent&lt;/span&gt; but I have been VERY busy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all the everyday life of us and two kids I am very happy to say that I have a new female playmate!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  I do have to thank hubby for this amazingly beautiful, (inside and out) sexy, funny, caring woman who has quickly become a wonderful friend, for becoming part of my life!  He met her husband at work, THEY clicked and soon started sharing things about their lives and the women they are married to.  Not long after that, her and I were "introduced" through email, we exchanged numbers and VERY quickly became friends.  She opened up about her curiosity of being sexual with a woman, we talked about it, flirted a lot and finally had a night that I will remember forever!  I have a feeling she will too.  I love that we became such close friends and now have this other "benefit" that drive the husbands wild to be in on.   So to her I have to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you sexy little minx!  I am so happy you have become a part of my life, you are a blast to talk to and hang out with!  Not to mention, AMAZING at various other activities!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7224396324336925643?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7224396324336925643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7224396324336925643' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7224396324336925643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7224396324336925643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-still-here.html' title='I Am Still Here!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SQZPnSWEgpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4Lj5kDu12Lo/s72-c/DSC03034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4440800009275375717</id><published>2008-09-27T12:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:48:36.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday ...... blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SN5yC087BEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/x_CyQK8ELlw/s1600-h/DSC02778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SN5yC087BEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/x_CyQK8ELlw/s320/DSC02778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250759608460051522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hubby may have posted this picture on his so if you have seen it before, here it is again.  This was our last night of "Naked Week" at the cabin and I was enjoying it to the fullest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I sleep naked every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I do own my own Harley Davidson, a 2007 Nightster that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  My eyes are dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I was only 18 when hubby and I got married and no I was not pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Coffee .............. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm love it!  I am a coffee snob, I pay too much for too little a bag but it is sooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Reading is one of my favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I could care less if there was a TV in my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I do like movies, chick flicks, horror, action, well............. just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -  I never feel like I get to the gym enough but I like the way I look so I need to relax about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I tend to stress out to early in a situation and usually need to be slapped back in line.  (not literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I like to look pretty but I am not much of a girly-girl.  I am usually the first one to dig into a project that involves power tools, grout or paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I like football and can even throw well enough to hold my own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4440800009275375717?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4440800009275375717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4440800009275375717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4440800009275375717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4440800009275375717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-monday-blah.html' title='It&apos;s Monday ...... blah'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SN5yC087BEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/x_CyQK8ELlw/s72-c/DSC02778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3284435199520537396</id><published>2008-09-24T18:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:11:20.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SNrTRw9fGuI/AAAAAAAAAME/11d3mdSwnmU/s1600-h/DSC02688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SNrTRw9fGuI/AAAAAAAAAME/11d3mdSwnmU/s320/DSC02688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249740617807764194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to go back to the cabin and have naked week again.  Being out there with nothing but time and no one to bug us ............. SIGH ........... I want to be there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been SOOOO busy lately and I have not had the time to post new blogs!  I decided last night that I needed a day off so I called in sick today for the main purpose of having some amazing sex with hubby since he happen to get in last night.  It was worth it................... mmmmm thanks sweetie.   I even took a video on my phone of him eating me so I could go back later and watch but dumb me did not hit save!  I guess it was just feeling oh so good and I could not think straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3284435199520537396?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3284435199520537396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3284435199520537396' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3284435199520537396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3284435199520537396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SNrTRw9fGuI/AAAAAAAAAME/11d3mdSwnmU/s72-c/DSC02688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1436192030472775992</id><published>2008-09-14T22:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:51:05.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SM3cFI-tsbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/osuVPLuWryU/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SM3cFI-tsbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/osuVPLuWryU/s320/DSC02673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246091121824477618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I want to say hi to a new friend, HI SWEETIE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking at these pictures of our naked week and wanting to have another one that will last longer.  It was so much fun to be naked all the time, chasing each other around and just feeling free.  Running across the field naked and going into the corn was so much fun!  Being naked all the time also made me even more horny than I usually am.  I did not know that was possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go hubby, I want to have naked week again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1436192030472775992?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1436192030472775992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1436192030472775992' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1436192030472775992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1436192030472775992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/naked-week.html' title='Naked Week'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SM3cFI-tsbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/osuVPLuWryU/s72-c/DSC02673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6128981494623989288</id><published>2008-09-12T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:35:12.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SMspGiImkRI/AAAAAAAAALs/lv8HZ8JO3po/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SMspGiImkRI/AAAAAAAAALs/lv8HZ8JO3po/s320/DSC02677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245331383221915922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be shy about my body and not enjoy posing for hubby very much.  Now I look forward to new places to pose, it is exciting and erotic for me.  Not even to mention what it does for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come off of two very crazy, insane days in the ICU!  I will blog again soon and promise to write more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6128981494623989288?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6128981494623989288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6128981494623989288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6128981494623989288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6128981494623989288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-picture.html' title='Just a Picture'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SMspGiImkRI/AAAAAAAAALs/lv8HZ8JO3po/s72-c/DSC02677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2374553059391111972</id><published>2008-09-10T08:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:04:42.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='striping'/><title type='text'>A Few Fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SMfLAChMDLI/AAAAAAAAALk/qZZOIOkr2NA/s1600-h/DSC02640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SMfLAChMDLI/AAAAAAAAALk/qZZOIOkr2NA/s320/DSC02640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244383492632743090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is sexy?  Every person will have a different answer.  I love it when hubby has to get out the tools and do a "manly" job, I think that is sexy.  I do not like the big muscle look.  Firm and defined is sexy to me, not the body building type.  Men and women that don't know they are sexy are even more so to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sexual fantasies that I hope to someday live out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be blind folded and tied up while two women use me as their play toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have pictures of me with another women but I would like a video that I can go back and watch over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have sex in a rain storm in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a shower and rub soap all over a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a lot of fun to be in a big pile of women, everyone kissing, rubbing, grinding and licking what ever happens to be in reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to try, one time, striping in a club.  I strip for hubby and have given a lap dance to him even but I would like to know if I could do it in front of many people.  (just strip, not the lap dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my fantasies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2374553059391111972?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2374553059391111972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2374553059391111972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2374553059391111972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2374553059391111972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-fantasies.html' title='A Few Fantasies'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SMfLAChMDLI/AAAAAAAAALk/qZZOIOkr2NA/s72-c/DSC02640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-9033260822101073967</id><published>2008-09-03T08:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:59:30.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis'/><title type='text'>The Penis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SL6R5uI5spI/AAAAAAAAALc/W7CGVC73LhA/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SL6R5uI5spI/AAAAAAAAALc/W7CGVC73LhA/s320/DSC02681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241787437129773714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have been thinking about the penis.  I am not trying to be mean but it is a strange looking thing if you think about it.  Don't get me wrong, I love them, I don't ever want to be without hubby's but they are .................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever named yours?  I do know some guys that have, not so much now that we are adults, more as teenagers but I always thought that was a very odd thing to do.  I don't know any women that have ever named their pussy.  Maybe we should name them.     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to laugh at the words for them as well.   Yesterday hubby used the word weenie, oh my God!  I told him that was a 12 year old word for it, so he asked what I prefer to call it.  That's my problem, I think they are all silly.  Dick, cock, rod, even penis is bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are wonderful creations, however, I do have to say that.  Some women say they can live without men for the rest of their lives because of the wonderful toys that are out there.  I do love my toys there is no doubt about that but for me NOTHING can replace the real thing.  I get a shiver from the first penetration every time that I don't get from the toys.  I love to suck on it ........... it really turns me on to lick it, run my tongue around the head, tickle the underside where the foreskin used to attach and suck with different depths and strength.  I love to stroke it while I run my tongue over and around his balls.  One of my favorite things is to put it in my mouth when it is still soft, suck on it and feel it grow.   Giving a blow job while he is driving really gives me a rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the penis, I just wish there was something I could call it without laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-9033260822101073967?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/9033260822101073967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=9033260822101073967' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/9033260822101073967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/9033260822101073967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/penis.html' title='The Penis'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SL6R5uI5spI/AAAAAAAAALc/W7CGVC73LhA/s72-c/DSC02681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2395938886209695135</id><published>2008-09-01T17:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:16:01.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swinging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bi sexual'/><title type='text'>Our Small Time in "The Lifestyle"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLxsN4W4BbI/AAAAAAAAALU/QZ3AeXAxA1s/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLxsN4W4BbI/AAAAAAAAALU/QZ3AeXAxA1s/s320/DSC02647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241183052074845618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of the shots taken in the loft of the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked for ideas for topics and one of my faithful readers wrote to me with several ideas that I like very much, so thank you, you know who you are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been with me from the beginning of this blog you might remember the picture of me and another woman having quite a bit of fun naked together in bed.  Yes, I am bi.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I finally had the nerve to tell hubby my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantasies&lt;/span&gt;, one of them being, to experience pleasure with another woman.  After only one kiss I knew it was something I would not give up.  I have to admit however, it did take a lot for me to tell him this.  My biggest fear was him feeling like I was not satisfied with him sexually.  We did meet several interesting new people, made a few friends and had some experiences that we would normally not have had.  We also met a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whack&lt;/span&gt; jobs that we hope to never run into!  We learned that there are several levels to "the lifestyle" such as; group sex, soft swap, full swap, some are "flesh hunters" in the game for numbers only, trying to fuck as many as possible and don't want to know your name.  Some that want "play friends" on the side and others that like to be friends as well as "play toys".  We REALLY enjoyed the same room sex, the oral swap with partners and me getting all the girl play I wanted!  I can not even begin to tell you how much it turns me on the watch him get blown by another woman!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  We never did go completely "full swap" meaning I did not have sex with the other guy and hubby did not have sex with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does take time to keep the profile updated, answering correspondences and meeting people and with hubby on the road, it is time we just don't have.  We did stay with one couple for quite a while and we were all very happy with that but they moved to another state recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like and what I want is a woman to "play" with.  Someone that would also agree to being the third with hubby and me once in a while.  It is difficult to find a single woman who will do that because most of the women on the profiles are looking for the same thing we are.  Someday it may fit back into our lives but for now we just don't have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2395938886209695135?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2395938886209695135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2395938886209695135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2395938886209695135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2395938886209695135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-small-time-in-lifestyle.html' title='Our Small Time in &quot;The Lifestyle&quot;'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLxsN4W4BbI/AAAAAAAAALU/QZ3AeXAxA1s/s72-c/DSC02647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3859197732419358937</id><published>2008-08-30T10:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:00:41.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit, Firm Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLlnH9c5dYI/AAAAAAAAALM/kSabvL3TLis/s1600-h/DSC02744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLlnH9c5dYI/AAAAAAAAALM/kSabvL3TLis/s320/DSC02744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240333027874796930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last evening we were at the cabin I was laying on the front porch with a foam pad I found and a blanket, I don't remember when I have ever been that relaxed and content.  Hubby had music on so when the song "Soak up the Sun" came on, I just danced!  Of course he took pictures of the entire thing but my favorite thing about them is the natural expressions I had.  Sometimes the best pictures are the unexpected ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to clear up one thing,  My last blog.  First let me say thank you for all the nice comments and compliments!  Please don't think I was doing that girl thing, you know............. "oh I'm fat!  I hate how I look"  I do very much like the way I look.  It's just that I have realized that my firm body of the young 20's is gone.  You know what I am talking about.  There is never a 30 something mother of two as the Playboy centerfold.  There is a lot to be said for the soft curves of a mature woman.  I do miss my flat belly but I like the curve of my hips that I did not have before children.  I also like my breasts more now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of my body and work hard to keep it fit not just for the looks but for my health as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3859197732419358937?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3859197732419358937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3859197732419358937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3859197732419358937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3859197732419358937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/fit-firm-body.html' title='Fit, Firm Body'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLlnH9c5dYI/AAAAAAAAALM/kSabvL3TLis/s72-c/DSC02744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1263710497986026386</id><published>2008-08-28T08:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:46:39.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Being Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLamPuNjjTI/AAAAAAAAALE/JeS6NrRF1vc/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLamPuNjjTI/AAAAAAAAALE/JeS6NrRF1vc/s320/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239558005525286194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked on yesterdays post if anyone I know has come across my blog or if anyone knows about my "lifestyle".  A couple of my closest friends do know about this blog but not where to find it.  Also, I have been VERY candid about our adventures in "the lifestyle".  We have not had the time lately to play with others much less look for a couple so it has been put aside for now.   I don't think anyone has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; come across it, if they have I have not been asked about it.  I work as a nurse in an ICU, my coworkers know that I am very open about sex and that hubby and I have a lot of fun but I do try very hard to keep it at just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so hard on ourselves about the way we look, especially us women?  OK, this is going to sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conceited&lt;/span&gt; but I know I look good.  I am 35 and I have had two children.  I do run and work out on the days of don't work so I do have to work at it but I still have times when I don't feel thin enough.  I know, I know, that is a crazy thing to say, hubby would hit upside the head if her were with me right now.  I don't like the bony look, that is not pretty to me.  Maybe it's because I am getting older and seeing these young 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;somthings&lt;/span&gt; in their tight tops and short shorts and hearing the comments from the guys at the gym about them.  As I am typing this I am starting to feel stupid for even saying it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;.  Like I said, I know I look good and I don't want to lose any weight so maybe it's not the body I am jealous of but the young freedom I don't have anymore than I took for granted.  Oh great, now I could get depressed over THAT!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  OK, not really.  I do enjoy being where I am in life, my kids are at a wonderful age, I have a great career, awesome friends, a husband that loves me dearly, my dream house and a HARLEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1263710497986026386?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1263710497986026386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1263710497986026386' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1263710497986026386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1263710497986026386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-being-crazy.html' title='Me Being Crazy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLamPuNjjTI/AAAAAAAAALE/JeS6NrRF1vc/s72-c/DSC02687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8402547164206135540</id><published>2008-08-27T08:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:50:24.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLVYWzbnwWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BpL2FPv3uDE/s1600-h/DSC02767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLVYWzbnwWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BpL2FPv3uDE/s320/DSC02767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190890301866338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way this picture came out!  We had a good fire going so we thought we would see if we could get good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's difficult to find things to talk about.  I will  start to write things but delete them saying to myself, "they don't want to read that, they want sex and porn".  So, I am opening the floor, so to speak, to questions and/or ideas of what you want to hear.  This could be interesting, how many different ideas and thoughts will come my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8402547164206135540?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8402547164206135540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8402547164206135540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8402547164206135540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8402547164206135540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-and-ideas.html' title='Thoughts and Ideas'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SLVYWzbnwWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BpL2FPv3uDE/s72-c/DSC02767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6646375963773475736</id><published>2008-08-21T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:02:37.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SK4bwwhG5aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nbtTorHiraA/s1600-h/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SK4bwwhG5aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nbtTorHiraA/s320/DSC02641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237153941149902242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in the loft of the cabin, I really like the way the sun comes through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD WE HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!  I have to say that the last four days have been four of the most relaxing days I have had in a very, very long time.  Once we got to the cabin, all cloths came off.  We sat out on the porch naked, we cooked naked, we ran through the field naked, we did EVERYTHING naked!  What made this trip even better was the great news that we got on Sunday evening which helped life off a lot stress from my shoulders.  I wanted about five more days but we had to come home.  Well, there is always the next time to look forward to...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6646375963773475736?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6646375963773475736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6646375963773475736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6646375963773475736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6646375963773475736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/naked-week.html' title='Naked Week'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SK4bwwhG5aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nbtTorHiraA/s72-c/DSC02641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4343391005865432733</id><published>2008-08-16T09:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:15:01.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Hot Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SKbpJ5ZnNHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GKAccYmuxQ4/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SKbpJ5ZnNHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GKAccYmuxQ4/s320/DSC02442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235127973101122674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if this is a repeat picture, I did not go back and see if I posted this one already.  I am bored with my collection of pictures BUT in only two days that will change so hang in there with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that after 17 years of marriage I still can have the same effect on hubby that I did before we got married.  He chases after me in hot animal lust as if he never had me before.  Last night was ............................. HOT.  After dinner I took a quick shower to make sure I was nice and clean in all the right places.  It was only 7pm when we went down to the basement to watch a movie, the kids were up stairs doing their thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; let the teasing begin.  All through the movie he was touching me and caressing me.  As soon as the movie finished he dove in face first between my legs, oh boy, THAT is when I got my reward for never having on panties while at home.  I waited as long as I could, letting his desire build, then said we need to put the kids to bed.  Telling them we were in the middle of a movie and quickly kissing them, we RAN back to the basement locking the door along the way (hubby thought of everything putting a lock on the basement door) to pick up in the place we left off.  I love to suck on him, it makes me hot and wet and so crazy.  He was moaning and lost in what I was doing, that makes me feel good.  When I could not longer take it anymore I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;climbed&lt;/span&gt; on top of him and rode him until I came again then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;begged&lt;/span&gt; to be taken from behind.  His hands on my hips helping to drive him deeper and harder into me is one of my favorite places to be.  I love it when he pulls out to let his cum squirt on me and that is what he did, all over my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In only two days we leave for the cabin and this was just a preview of things to cum.  I can not wait to be able to scream out loud and be naked all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4343391005865432733?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4343391005865432733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4343391005865432733' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4343391005865432733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4343391005865432733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-hot-friday-night.html' title='A Very Hot Friday Night'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SKbpJ5ZnNHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GKAccYmuxQ4/s72-c/DSC02442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8980187921126374991</id><published>2008-08-12T09:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:22:12.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Adventure.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SKGks_ZnWxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7WVi6cilrwk/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SKGks_ZnWxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7WVi6cilrwk/s320/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233645334821296914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to go out without anything on under a skirt.  It not only makes hubby mad with desire but it makes me wet the entire time we are out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a few of the girls at work this weekend about sex and how it changes over the years when you are married.  They all know that hubby and I are not "average" when it comes to the amount of sex we have and asked me how I was able to have so much drive.  First I had to admit that we did have our "slow" time when the kids were younger, that is normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of year ago I decided I needed to step out of my comfort zone and explore a few things that involved sex.  I was finishing up nursing school and sex for me became a stress release, yes I used hubby as a tool but I know he had no problem with that.  After that I finally started sharing some of my fantasies with him, he was more than happy to help me live those out.  I grew up in a house where sex was something that was "sacred", only to be done in the bedroom, in the dark.  Once I finally learned and accepted that my desires and fantasies were normal and it is OK to be this way ............................. look out!  A new sexual side of me was born!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little adventure go a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOOOONNG&lt;/span&gt; way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8980187921126374991?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8980187921126374991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8980187921126374991' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8980187921126374991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8980187921126374991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-adventure.html' title='A Little Adventure.......'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SKGks_ZnWxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7WVi6cilrwk/s72-c/DSC01219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8735652807486249800</id><published>2008-08-07T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:50:05.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJsYU64lDJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XSOJu4_ktjg/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJsYU64lDJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XSOJu4_ktjg/s320/DSC02446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802139803978898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this shot was really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are places around, if you know how to find them, that will teach you how to pole dance.  How cool is that?!  I would have a lot of fun doing something like that.  I have seen in more than one place where you can buy a pole to install in your house.  hhhhmmmm  I may have to dig deeper and see what and where I can find a place to learn to do this.  I'm quite sure hubby will have no problem with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8735652807486249800?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8735652807486249800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8735652807486249800' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8735652807486249800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8735652807486249800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/pole-dancing.html' title='Pole Dancing'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJsYU64lDJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XSOJu4_ktjg/s72-c/DSC02446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7527889574961640246</id><published>2008-08-04T10:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:11:47.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kegels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm'/><title type='text'>Interesting Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJciPSbMT2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/cB8uzxWJOlI/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJciPSbMT2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/cB8uzxWJOlI/s320/DSC02433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230687138253393762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the book in my collection is called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supersex&lt;/span&gt;" by Tracey Cox , great book and written by a woman I will add.  It had been a while since I looked through it so I pulled it out the other night.  I had forgotten all the interesting information inside this book, so I thought I would share some it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the average speed of ejaculation is 28mph.  WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This on give a very interesting image: The smallest functional penis ever recorded is 4/5in long, erect.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HHHMMM&lt;/span&gt; how does one even give a hand job on that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question that a woman asked was, "Can too much sex make my vagina too loose?"  You know, I had not thought of that but here is the answer; NO!!!  In fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; having sex makes it loose, it is a muscle so if it is not used or "exercised"  -----  you lose it.  It goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flaccid&lt;/span&gt;.  So, if you are not having sex currently on a regular basis and you don't own a toy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kegel&lt;/span&gt; ladies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kegel&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you have sex the more orgasms your body will have with less effort.  The chemical connection between your brain becomes quicker because it is not a new path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I have said this;  good sex is loud, wet, sticky, makes strange noises and leaves you hot, sweaty and wanting more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7527889574961640246?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7527889574961640246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7527889574961640246' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7527889574961640246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7527889574961640246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJciPSbMT2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/cB8uzxWJOlI/s72-c/DSC02433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3736034618779850099</id><published>2008-07-31T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:33:10.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back and A Strange Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJH0-CZ7c5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/eJm_kXlh7t8/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJH0-CZ7c5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/eJm_kXlh7t8/s320/DSC01986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229229988988547986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a difficult time finding pictures I like to post.  I keep saying it is time to take more, that is why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back...... SIGH......  it was an OK trip with nothing really exciting but I did get one good day of laying on the porch all day with a book and no one bothering me.  I could use a few more of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I will be spending about 4 days back at the same cabin in just a couple of weeks.  I scoped out places to take some day time naked shots, out there THAT IS NOT A PROBLEM.  The great thing about this place is that my parents own it and all the land around it so as long as we don't run into the road there is not much chance of being seen.  It is a VERY remote place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very strange dream last night that my right nipple got an infection and was falling off!  I don't remember any pain with this just a little blood and thinking, "Oh my God, I'm going to lose my nipple ring."  How screwed up is THAT?!  Any thoughts on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3736034618779850099?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3736034618779850099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3736034618779850099' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3736034618779850099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3736034618779850099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-and-strange-dream.html' title='I&apos;m Back and A Strange Dream'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SJH0-CZ7c5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/eJm_kXlh7t8/s72-c/DSC01986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-5063510871884534131</id><published>2008-07-23T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:56:50.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving for A Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIfEZzT4LeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OwaH3vuLuAw/s1600-h/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIfEZzT4LeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OwaH3vuLuAw/s320/couch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226361840136105442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this shot, it shows ...................... without showing ........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the kids and I are leaving for a week.  I have no internet access in the place I will be but I do plan to hit the local town (about 30 minutes away) at least once with my lap top to catch up on emails so I will post a short blog, hopefully!  If not, I will catch you on the other side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-5063510871884534131?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5063510871884534131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=5063510871884534131' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5063510871884534131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5063510871884534131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-for-week.html' title='Leaving for A Week'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIfEZzT4LeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OwaH3vuLuAw/s72-c/couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8814345836144911003</id><published>2008-07-22T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:15:27.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Places I Want to Have Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIaRMTh8rrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SLUE7XLc6nE/s1600-h/HPIM1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIaRMTh8rrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SLUE7XLc6nE/s320/HPIM1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226024058197159602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not sure how I felt about the body suits until I bought one for me, I think I need more of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many places I want to have sex;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  on a cliff overlooking an ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  in the woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  in the woods during a rain storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  a grassy field in the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  on a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  a sail boat in the middle of a lake, or ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  on the roof of a tall building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8814345836144911003?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8814345836144911003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8814345836144911003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8814345836144911003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8814345836144911003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/places-i-want-to-have-sex.html' title='Places I Want to Have Sex'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIaRMTh8rrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SLUE7XLc6nE/s72-c/HPIM1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7852490091633477239</id><published>2008-07-20T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:31:08.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><title type='text'>Sexual Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIPvVHod_wI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wdTutLGDOZI/s1600-h/DSC02238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIPvVHod_wI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wdTutLGDOZI/s320/DSC02238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225283138784984834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not play the bass hubby does, I do/did play violin but the kids and I were talking about taking up the drums.  HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days until we leave for vacation.  I will try to relax, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about sexual comfort level with a partner.  It has been a while but I do remember the feeling of being with someone new.  The excitement, the intensity, the feeling of being flesh on flesh for the first few times, very exciting!  But I also was thinking about how nice it is to be at a comfort level with someone that you can say, "Oh yes, right THERE!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uumm&lt;/span&gt; no, I don't like that.  I want to try _____.  If you touch me here with the right amount of pressure....."  Well, you get the idea.  It's nice to be able to get that position book and try a few knowing that if you end up in a knot it's OK to laugh.  It's nice to have someone you can not only share your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantasies&lt;/span&gt; with but to live them out with that person.  I am lucky to have such a person in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7852490091633477239?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7852490091633477239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7852490091633477239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7852490091633477239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7852490091633477239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/sexual-comfort.html' title='Sexual Comfort'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIPvVHod_wI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wdTutLGDOZI/s72-c/DSC02238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4357485202107748802</id><published>2008-07-18T20:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:39:35.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIFDTCHZ91I/AAAAAAAAAJs/FSlp4fXLas0/s1600-h/steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIFDTCHZ91I/AAAAAAAAAJs/FSlp4fXLas0/s320/steps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224531036990994258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outfit is a little older and a bit dated but it has always been a favorite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will be heading off to another state with my kids for a short vacation.  I really need this and the environment I will be in will probably be very good for me.  We are heading to the place my mom grew up, where I spent many, many summers as a kid.   It is a retired dairy farm with a lot of land, the nearest "town" is a good 25 minutes away and is very small.  I will be able to walk quietly, alone for as long as I want.  It is very easy to lose yourself if you want but there will also be a lot of family if company is what I need as well.  I leave on Thursday, there is NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection to be found anyplace close to the farm so I will not post any while I am gone.  I will try to post often before then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4357485202107748802?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4357485202107748802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4357485202107748802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4357485202107748802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4357485202107748802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/ready-for-vacation.html' title='Ready for Vacation'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SIFDTCHZ91I/AAAAAAAAAJs/FSlp4fXLas0/s72-c/steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-879320078157982350</id><published>2008-07-16T20:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:49:34.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SH6gM1C1VwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/W93z41YwvhM/s1600-h/DSC02437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SH6gM1C1VwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/W93z41YwvhM/s320/DSC02437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223788760054191874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleanliness is more fun when you do it with another .......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I went to Barnes and Nobel yesterday to bye a couple of books and the Sexual Position Bible was one of them.  I recommend number 74 and I think it was 71.  Many more to go.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned that I am not as young as I used to be.  UGH!!  We took the kids to the local water park for the day.  It was not until walking to the car that I noticed the parking lot is at the top of a hill.  After spending all day in the sun that walk up the hill sucked!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I am proud of is when we take the kids there, we PLAY as much as they do.  I kept noticing most of the other parents just sat on the side either reading or watching the kids.  We enjoy getting in the water, going down all the water slides and playing with the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-879320078157982350?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/879320078157982350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=879320078157982350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/879320078157982350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/879320078157982350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SH6gM1C1VwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/W93z41YwvhM/s72-c/DSC02437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-5584302348042662353</id><published>2008-07-14T09:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:14:08.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHtn_qkqjvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/V5_lNnCAaaE/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHtn_qkqjvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/V5_lNnCAaaE/s320/DSC02426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222882536323714802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY................... A NEW SET OF PICTURES!!!!!  Taken just last night in fact Enjoy..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-5584302348042662353?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5584302348042662353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=5584302348042662353' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5584302348042662353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5584302348042662353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHtn_qkqjvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/V5_lNnCAaaE/s72-c/DSC02426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1990270021143518074</id><published>2008-07-12T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:52:34.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Sexual Positions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHlcT1e9DMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jdwxW-6ll10/s1600-h/HPIM1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHlcT1e9DMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jdwxW-6ll10/s320/HPIM1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222306738756979906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I were in Barnes and Nobel the other day, one of my favorite sections is the one with all the books on sex.  (did you expect ANY less?)  I have quite a collection myself and am always up for another but anyway..................  I pick one up about sexual positions.  It was nothing but pictures of real people in the different positions, always a good choice.  However, I am wondering about the models in this book.  It's easy to tell they are not really DOING anything so I have to wonder about some of the positions they display.  Can the average person get into these positions?  I know hubby and I will give just about any of them a try but a lot of them require both people to be thin and limber.  I also wonder about how horny these people are by the end of the photo shoot.  Do they have to stop now and then to have a good fuck?  I personally, would be so worked up that the shoot would takes days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1990270021143518074?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1990270021143518074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1990270021143518074' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1990270021143518074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1990270021143518074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/book-of-sexual-positions.html' title='The Book of Sexual Positions'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHlcT1e9DMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jdwxW-6ll10/s72-c/HPIM1245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3895118498291345566</id><published>2008-07-09T18:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:19:15.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Sex is Something to Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHVO_Ax2-RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OS_hi8VVmlk/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHVO_Ax2-RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OS_hi8VVmlk/s320/DSC01197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221166187453806866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very sorry it has been this long since my last post.  My friend has been in town for a little over a week now and we have been together just about every day and I have not taken the time to even check emails.  I will try not to go so long again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking with different friends about their sexual relationships, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt; the use of sex by their partner as a tool or weapon.  I have a real problem with that.  Hubby and I have had our moments, just like any couple, but I have NEVER kept it from him as "punishment" or even just being a bitch.  In those "moments" I felt that we at least had that as a connection.  I know of some women that use it to get what they want from their husband then take it away as soon as they get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is something to enjoy, as often as possible, not something to use to control someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3895118498291345566?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3895118498291345566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3895118498291345566' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3895118498291345566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3895118498291345566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-is-something-to-enjoy.html' title='Sex is Something to Enjoy'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHVO_Ax2-RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OS_hi8VVmlk/s72-c/DSC01197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6338997248778365336</id><published>2008-07-05T21:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:03:09.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHAz1F2r9HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IRca12TXww0/s1600-h/barb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHAz1F2r9HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IRca12TXww0/s320/barb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219728955320038514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, my biggest problem lately is my stress level.  I can not seem to relax no matter what I try!  It has gotten to the point that I cry at anything.  Along with everyday stress of life, my bank accounts were hacked into and I lost my checking and my savings.  Trust me on this ..................... THAT WILL PISS A PERSON OFF!!  My back, however, is giving me my money back but the fact that it was even done to me at all feels like a HUGE violation!  On the day we found the charges we did not make and made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; appropriate phone calls, my card was canceled and I do get all my money back.  Thursday of this week I called the bank to follow up with this I was told that just that morning another $120 charge had been declined.  I started to cry on the phone.  This is an account that has never been used for on line shopping, or on line bill paying!  I hope the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bastards&lt;/span&gt; fry in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6338997248778365336?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6338997248778365336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6338997248778365336' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6338997248778365336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6338997248778365336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/stressed.html' title='STRESSED!!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SHAz1F2r9HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IRca12TXww0/s72-c/barb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-410678159666796744</id><published>2008-07-01T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:40:07.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGr3B1dLUaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SJs_IGKtZOE/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGr3B1dLUaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SJs_IGKtZOE/s320/DSC01202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218254729163526562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last September on a walking trial not to far from home.  You just never know what you might see when you are out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that one of my friends had a very healthy baby yesterday, both mom and baby are doing great!  My other best friend got into town safely yesterday as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-410678159666796744?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/410678159666796744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=410678159666796744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/410678159666796744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/410678159666796744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGr3B1dLUaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SJs_IGKtZOE/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-259888294422904342</id><published>2008-06-27T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:29:18.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGWg4LRxONI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uHdK3F9F-u8/s1600-h/DSC02367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGWg4LRxONI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uHdK3F9F-u8/s320/DSC02367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216752630339025106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to ride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all that needs to be said!  I do not ride enough and I am ready to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-259888294422904342?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/259888294422904342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=259888294422904342' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/259888294422904342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/259888294422904342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/ride.html' title='Ride'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGWg4LRxONI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uHdK3F9F-u8/s72-c/DSC02367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4290740712757283418</id><published>2008-06-26T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:49:59.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGRS2gGfzsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8HcIpzX_roo/s1600-h/barb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGRS2gGfzsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8HcIpzX_roo/s320/barb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216385364685475522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you learned yet that I love black?  Every now and then I think, "I should add a little more color in my closet" but then again ......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4290740712757283418?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4290740712757283418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4290740712757283418' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4290740712757283418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4290740712757283418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like-black.html' title='I Like Black'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGRS2gGfzsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8HcIpzX_roo/s72-c/barb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7177136430537033733</id><published>2008-06-25T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:19:14.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Turn Me On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGL27u1KR5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZLYZ0BCjaJ8/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGL27u1KR5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZLYZ0BCjaJ8/s320/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216002824492173202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from our walk in the woods back in May.  We NEED to do that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the comments on my last blog, they were great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have things that really get us excited, things that get our hormones going.  I love it when hubby gets out the tools and works on something around the house.  There is something about watching him do those "man" jobs that make my juices start to flow.  It's when he is not trying that sometimes I get the most turned on.   (sometimes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to go out without my G-string on and not tell him until after we are out and about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell from my picture, I love to take a risk outside.  THAT is a huge turn on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy watching porn now and then, however, my favorite is watching women with each other or group sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing for hubby is something I don't get enough of! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he teases me for long periods of time making me beg and need that orgasm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; that is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7177136430537033733?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7177136430537033733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7177136430537033733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7177136430537033733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7177136430537033733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-that-turn-me-on.html' title='Things That Turn Me On'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGL27u1KR5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZLYZ0BCjaJ8/s72-c/DSC02060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7588372740936992680</id><published>2008-06-23T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:26:47.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet, Messy Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGBUF5R_WJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/stkCm_airgI/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGBUF5R_WJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/stkCm_airgI/s320/DSC02376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215260828747389074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like the feel of real leather against skin......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is funny to hear different opinions about ........ well just about anything sex related.  Such as shaving, I know I had mentioned this quite a while back, even posted pictures of before and after.  An older lady at work had commented on how many female patients she has seen without pubic hair and wanted to know why someone would do that.  I started laughing a bit and said, "because it is not sexy to floss your teeth during sex", now this lady is pretty open minded but the look on her face made me and another girl, laugh even harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow or not swallow?  Let me ask you guys something, does it really matter?  You got an orgasm so who cares?  I for one will admit that I have never swallowed, I'm not sure I could but if you are one that does, awesome for you, that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex while on your period.  THAT is an interesting one.  For us it has not been an issue, he said just the other day, "if you don't look it pretty much feels the same so why not".  I usually have a day or two when I don't want anything to do with it just because I am grossed out by my own body but in the shower, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex toys?  LOVE THEM!!  I like to use them while he watches, I enjoy a combination of him and the toy at the same time.  I do use them while he is out of town but my only problem with them is that for me the orgasms make me want the real thing MORE!!!  It is more like a teasing orgasm that leaves me NEEDING him and his dick!  Not a problem he minds dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondage, love that too!  There are time when I love the feeling of being at his mercy, especially if I am blindfolded at the same time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;  It has been too long since we have done that.  (hint hint railroader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I enjoy taking pictures.  Video is great as well.  I enjoy watching US fuck the hell out of one another.  We need to update that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told one of my friends that amazing sex is wet, messy, loud and makes funny sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7588372740936992680?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7588372740936992680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7588372740936992680' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7588372740936992680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7588372740936992680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/wet-messy-sex.html' title='Wet, Messy Sex'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SGBUF5R_WJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/stkCm_airgI/s72-c/DSC02376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8107807359091514387</id><published>2008-06-22T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:28:06.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaps and Cum Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SF8IBHG6KcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/345RTmR4lxI/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SF8IBHG6KcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/345RTmR4lxI/s320/DSC02377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214895708699240898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY ........ a new picture!  It is not the outdoor shots, on my Harley I keep talking about but I DO have on my chaps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was telling me about one of his other favorite blogs, which I will HAVE to put on my site link they are another great couple, the man was talking about cum shots.  I will have to do some of my own research about different opinions on this.  Not just the shots as in pictures but having him squirt it on the woman.  I personally love it when hubby does this!!  I have no idea why, there is no way I could explain it, I just do.  I don't really enjoy it on my face like I know some women do but pretty much every place else on me is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8107807359091514387?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8107807359091514387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8107807359091514387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8107807359091514387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8107807359091514387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/chaps-and-cum-shots.html' title='Chaps and Cum Shots'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SF8IBHG6KcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/345RTmR4lxI/s72-c/DSC02377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8831613013282065859</id><published>2008-06-21T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:31:03.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry For the Long Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SF3C0lNxsvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hyrtAIzE4es/s1600-h/Hpim0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SF3C0lNxsvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hyrtAIzE4es/s320/Hpim0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214538152163783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of hubby's favorites views of me ............................................................. of course this is one of MY favorite positions to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for being gone so long, I know at least one of you made a comment to railroader about my being gone for a while.  For those of you that have not read my profile, I am a nurse in an Intensive Care Unit and like a lot of nurses I work 12 hour shifts, many times 3 days in a row, not always 3 days in a row but a lot.  This happen to be one of those weeks I worked 3 days straight.  Most of my days I do not get out right at shift change so my day will end up being 13 or 14 hours which is OK with me because I LOVE my career!  However, when I get home the first things I do after changing out of my scrubs is eat and spend time with my kids and hubby if he is home.  After that I usually go to bed because I am very tired.  So......................... if a few days go by without a new post, that is why.  Thanks for being patient with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the days!  I am very excited!  June 30th is coming up yet not fast enough!!!  One of my best friends having her first baby that day.  She is scheduled for a C-section that is why I know he will be born that day.  I also have my other best friend of 23 years getting into town that day!  He is riding in on his Harley which is very cool and we do plan to go ride while he is here.  Hi YOU, I know you will read this.  hehehehe  Plus I get to finally introduce my two best friends to each other in person! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all recovered from the slumber party ...... whew!  My poor baby was wiped out by that next evening, at the dinner table all she could do was sit and bob her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I plan to FINALLY take a long ride on Saphira which is long over due!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8831613013282065859?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8831613013282065859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8831613013282065859' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8831613013282065859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8831613013282065859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-for-long-wait.html' title='Sorry For the Long Wait'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SF3C0lNxsvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hyrtAIzE4es/s72-c/Hpim0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2277136957691438698</id><published>2008-06-17T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:03:03.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Party Maddness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFiGLGiEthI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YJXCB-gU4ZA/s1600-h/Hpim1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFiGLGiEthI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YJXCB-gU4ZA/s320/Hpim1268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213064093971559954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is picture from spring of '07 but one I like very much.  Because of the jury selection thing and hubby on the rails we have not gotten to take new ones yet!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ggrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been quite a day!  I took my daughter and five of her friends to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lazer&lt;/span&gt; tag this afternoon, a first for me and NOT THE LAST!  That is so much fun!  I told hubby we have to go do that again!  Now there are ten girls here all 12 years old and having a great time.  I have actually enjoyed listening to them a bit and laughing at the things they do and say.  This a very good group of girls, I do hope they stay this way for a while longer, you know just being girls.  They have put up with "the little brother" quite well.  At 10:00 however, I told him it was time to leave them alone.  Even I have come back to the bedroom, not so much for the quieter room but to let them have fun without me looming over their shoulders.  With this being a week day, three of them have to be up and gone between 7 and 8 for swim team, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt; camp and summer school.  I see a nap happening for all of us tomorrow afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2277136957691438698?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2277136957691438698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2277136957691438698' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2277136957691438698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2277136957691438698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/slumber-party-maddness.html' title='Slumber Party Maddness'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFiGLGiEthI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YJXCB-gU4ZA/s72-c/Hpim1268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6693740692907368312</id><published>2008-06-16T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:57:57.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You All/Thank You God!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFck6_bZmvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CPCUwkxpP8M/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFck6_bZmvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CPCUwkxpP8M/s320/DSC01700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212675689582009074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I want to say thank you for the encouragement and nice words you sent yesterday.  Second, I was excused!  WHEW!!  It did take until 11:45am but I  was able to make my massage appointment!  I was just honest with them and told about my mammogram in the morning, which for very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; reasons I HAVE to make, the judge asked the lawyers if they were OK with me being excused and they said yes.  There were about 10 other people also asking to be excused, I think they were too.  So we are all happy, I keep my mammogram appointment, I will be able to take my daughter and her friends to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lazer&lt;/span&gt; tag at 2:00pm and be here to get ready for the slumber party that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I did start painting my "Zen" room last night.  I have started with a mauve color, thank you Lara, when I went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; I took another look at the color chips and really liked the mauve.  As promised, as soon as I get the room done I will post a picture of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6693740692907368312?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6693740692907368312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6693740692907368312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6693740692907368312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6693740692907368312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-allthank-you-god.html' title='Thank You All/Thank You God!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFck6_bZmvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CPCUwkxpP8M/s72-c/DSC01700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4611966109566353516</id><published>2008-06-15T19:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:42:17.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Pick Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFWzVpYLLgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hlydfxzhNFI/s1600-h/DSC02238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFWzVpYLLgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hlydfxzhNFI/s320/DSC02238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212269328217091586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my plans to take new pictures tomorrow are gone.  First let me say that I have no problem being picked for jury duty, however, NOT THIS WEEK!  I have to report to the court house by 8:30am Monday morning or risk having the police put me in jail for not showing up.  I am one of the "lucky" 180 people that has to go through the selection process.  Here is my problem:  two weeks ago I made an appointment for a one hour body massage at 1:00pm Monday, I have a mammogram at 10:00am Tuesday morning, lazer tag at 2:00pm for my daughter's birthday with 4 other girls and  us, plus her slumber party that night.  I am going to do what I can to get out of this by 10:00am there is no way I am going to miss any of this.  Like I said, I normally have no problem be selected but NOT THIS TIME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4611966109566353516?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4611966109566353516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4611966109566353516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4611966109566353516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4611966109566353516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-dont-pick-me.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Pick Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SFWzVpYLLgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hlydfxzhNFI/s72-c/DSC02238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4377087859144538469</id><published>2008-06-10T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:57:10.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SE8r4UMQaWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bSzQdlcQMus/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SE8r4UMQaWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bSzQdlcQMus/s320/DSC01550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210431540383738210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone care to join me at (on) the bar?  I had a really difficult time deciding on a picture tonight.  I realized that most of my recent ones are taken in this room.  Well, it is difficult to take pictures with the kids out of school and the mother in law living with us.  We are GOING to have to get creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids to the pool again today, I have to tell you, it is still pretty cool to swim in!  They love it but remember being young?  It took pretty cold water for you to NOT enjoy the pool even in early summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a people watcher, always have been.  One thing I have noticed and not just this year but every year is that I am one of the only moms that get IN the water.  I wonder why?  I go down the slide, jump from the diving board and throw my kids around, I have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the teenagers makes me feel old.  I watch them couple up, hang on each other in the water, young guys scoping out the girls and showing off by splashing them as they jump in the water.  It's rather cute but then I realize that in only another year or so my daughter will be one of the water gropers or one of the sought after.  Lord help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does surprise me just a little to see some people who still put on tanning oil, not sun block.  With all the information about skin cancer and yet ....................................................................!  I remember being about 14 and layering on baby oil to get a tan or buying the "deep tanning oil" along with going through an entire bottle of "Sun In" to turn my hair as blond as it would.  Now I wonder how my hair did not fall out with all of that peroxide and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chlorine&lt;/span&gt; all summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4377087859144538469?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4377087859144538469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4377087859144538469' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4377087859144538469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4377087859144538469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/pool-fun.html' title='Pool Fun'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SE8r4UMQaWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bSzQdlcQMus/s72-c/DSC01550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1104763281425764663</id><published>2008-06-09T22:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:40:09.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SE3zmVUv9BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XU6C2XYB-tU/s1600-h/DSC02133+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SE3zmVUv9BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XU6C2XYB-tU/s320/DSC02133+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210088183822283794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine on nipples ...................................... makes a good wine taste even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I now have my colors picked for my "Zen" room.  I have chosen a deep red, black and gray.  Yes, it sounds very dark and very odd but trust me!!  I will post pictures of the finished room and see what you think.  Not that it would make me change any of it but I think it is fun hearing what people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that I am once again running!!!  WOO HOO!!!  I discovered that my foot problem was not a fracture of any kind but just a high arch problem.  I have since bought new running shoes and now have insoles made for such an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I should say more but I am having a blank mind moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1104763281425764663?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1104763281425764663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1104763281425764663' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1104763281425764663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1104763281425764663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-day.html' title='Just a Day'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SE3zmVUv9BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XU6C2XYB-tU/s72-c/DSC02133+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-9046775847966028232</id><published>2008-06-05T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:40:56.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Your Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEiBHgfuzLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ACnhY4oAGCA/s1600-h/DSC02240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEiBHgfuzLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ACnhY4oAGCA/s320/DSC02240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208554935036071090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that look?  That is contentment, happy with me and the world I am in.    &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally got my Harley back in MY garage where she belongs if she is not between my legs.  She is running the way she is supposed to and I am quite sure that those service department guys will NOT forget my name! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a search for the perfect colors to use in my "Zen" room.  I am going with an Asian theme with palm plants, bamboo, waterfalls and it may or may not go but in MY room it does, dragons.  I was thinking of using a dark red on the walls from the chair rail down but I am not sure what to use above that.  I am going to get new book cases in black.  Let me know your ideas.  When I get the room done I will post pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-9046775847966028232?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/9046775847966028232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=9046775847966028232' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/9046775847966028232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/9046775847966028232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-your-ideas.html' title='I Need Your Ideas'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEiBHgfuzLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ACnhY4oAGCA/s72-c/DSC02240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6787209764595912419</id><published>2008-06-04T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:25:03.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want my Bike Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEdX_wfuzKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/G4mxRcHQdI8/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEdX_wfuzKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/G4mxRcHQdI8/s320/DSC02247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208228246938635426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love thigh high stockings and high heels?  I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very frustrating day for me.  I will not go into what happened at work but I will share my other frustration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Harley, I have had her for just over one year.  When I bought her I made sure to get a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;warranty&lt;/span&gt; which includes the dealership either coming to pick up the bike or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dropping&lt;/span&gt; it off for no charge, I had her picked up on Tuesday.  I have been worried about the, as I describe it, the low powered jack hammer feeling the bike makes after I shift and give it some gas.  This is not a normal feeling and I have recently ridden another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sportster&lt;/span&gt; noticing a HUGE difference!!  I had a more experienced rider take her out and even he said, "There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; something wrong." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came and got my bike at 8am yesterday morning and I have been blown off ever since.  First they lied to me about even looking at my bike.  At 5pm yesterday they gave me a blow off answer of, "He took it up to 70 miles per hour and said it ran fine"  to this I answered, "Then that means he did not ride it at all."  When I asked to talk to this guy myself he was "busy" and did not have time.  So this morning I was on my way over there to yell at them in person when I got my call saying, "Well, a different guy took it out and he said yes there was something wrong."  Well no fucking shit.  At 5pm today I called for an update and they just don't seem to know.  I have a few friends that have a few answers for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one being that this place sucks, that is just wonderful because around here it is pretty much my only choice unless I want to drive an hour to go to another Harley shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one is that this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;warranty&lt;/span&gt; work so they do not want to work on it because they will not get paid.  THAT PISSES ME OFF!!!!  I am paying for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;warranty&lt;/span&gt; they better fucking fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one is that I am a woman.  Where do I even start with that one?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I will be sure to be as big of a bitch as I can so that when/if I have to deal with them again they will not fuck with me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6787209764595912419?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6787209764595912419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6787209764595912419' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6787209764595912419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6787209764595912419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-want-my-bike-back.html' title='I Just Want my Bike Back'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEdX_wfuzKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/G4mxRcHQdI8/s72-c/DSC02247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4849442026380781804</id><published>2008-06-03T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:26:26.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need to Fix It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEX6gAfuzJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Gx8E43lJ8bs/s1600-h/DSC02226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEX6gAfuzJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Gx8E43lJ8bs/s320/DSC02226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207843971919694994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this the other night as a theme photo.  I think they came out very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to learn relaxation techniques such as meditation, deep breathing, I would love to take Yoga ............................... you get the idea.  However, there are days, like today, that the stress is so overwhelming I can not do anything but cry once I reach a certain point.  Today has been one of those days.  Thank God for caring husbands and wonderful friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my problem is I am apparently a Type-A personality and did not realize it until recently.   I can not deal with what needs to be done until tomorrow and that is what is making me the most stressed right now.  I don' t like waiting to fix things, I want to get in and just do it.  I have a difficult time with things being out of balance, the overwhelming need to FIX it eats at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4849442026380781804?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4849442026380781804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4849442026380781804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4849442026380781804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4849442026380781804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/need-to-fix-it.html' title='The Need to Fix It'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEX6gAfuzJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Gx8E43lJ8bs/s72-c/DSC02226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1865971694622393074</id><published>2008-06-01T19:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:49:06.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEM_esEE_UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PPZDp2SCs58/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEM_esEE_UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PPZDp2SCs58/s320/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207075390627315010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if I had posted this one or not.  I could go back and look but, oh well.  Only about two more weeks and we will be taking more outside shots on the bike! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym that I use is in the community center so there is always a lot of activity of multiple ages.  There are two indoor pools and two outdoor pools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I was in the locker room using the bathroom and in the next stall there was a mom and little girl.  The little girls started singing, it was a song made up by her which to me made it even better.  I started laughing because it was so cute.  Remember when you were happy everyday, when you were innocent enough to not know about bills, rape, killing, money, etc?  As long as you had a snack in the afternoon and your favorite toy life was GREAT!  This made me think.  I have decided that I am tired of being THAT stressed out, why not once again see the wonder in the pattern water makes on dry tile, why not laugh at funny sounds that shoes make on different types of floor.  I am not saying to throw away adult responsibility, I am just going to try, once again to see the world around me with laughter in my eyes.  Who knows, it may just be catching, you know, like a flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1865971694622393074?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1865971694622393074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1865971694622393074' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1865971694622393074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1865971694622393074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/innocent-wonder.html' title='Innocent Wonder'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SEM_esEE_UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PPZDp2SCs58/s72-c/DSC02060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8356853210788381615</id><published>2008-05-29T21:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:03:29.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Harley Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SD9qXMEE_TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C0UYeA871S8/s1600-h/HPIM1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SD9qXMEE_TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C0UYeA871S8/s320/HPIM1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205996640871447858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing A LOT riding this week!  I know I have said this before but ............................ there is nothing like being out on a motorcycle!  I think the only feeling that comes close to it is a really good orgasm!  hehehehe  for me anyway!  In just a couple of weeks I will be taking some new, outdoor shots of me and Saphira.  That is the name of my bike by the way.  I named her after the dragon from the movie Eragon .  (I do not think I spelled that right.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some days when I just wonder what happened to the time.  You know what I am talking about.  You wake up, look around you at the house, the kids, the bills, the gray hair (ugh) the limping dog and say, "What the hell?  Last week I was hanging around at the pool with my friends, happy to be on summer vacation from high school!"  Or so it seems at times.  But today I had one of those moments when I did feel wonderful and happy at the age and the moment of time that I am in.  Riding down the highway on a Harley with a new friend on hers, feeling the wind, feeling the sun, FEELING GOOD!  Sitting out in the front yard laughing and getting to know one another, THAT feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8356853210788381615?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8356853210788381615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8356853210788381615' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8356853210788381615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8356853210788381615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-harley-day.html' title='Another Harley Day'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SD9qXMEE_TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C0UYeA871S8/s72-c/HPIM1414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-9018656719574525786</id><published>2008-05-27T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:17:51.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks You and Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDwuKcEE_SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ge42sRxFt5c/s1600-h/DSC02112+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDwuKcEE_SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ge42sRxFt5c/s320/DSC02112+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205086026200317218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry you had to wait so long for a new post!  Not only did i work all weekend, out internet was not working.  I am not sure what I am more frustrated at, the internet not working or the fact that I have gotten so dependent on it that I get that upset about it!  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update, the nips are feeling fine.  hehehehe  I am very excited about them and am still showing them off to anyone at work that wants to see them.  I have no problem showing other nurses my boobs, we see more in one day than a porn star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love meeting new people!  It has been fun having comments from you and for those of you that email me, THANKS!  I have also enjoyed looking at all of your blogs and sending you comments.  What a fun way to be able to express things that are not usually said out loud while standing in line at the store or at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-9018656719574525786?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/9018656719574525786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=9018656719574525786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/9018656719574525786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/9018656719574525786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-you-and-sorry.html' title='Thanks You and Sorry'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDwuKcEE_SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ge42sRxFt5c/s72-c/DSC02112+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7062638372082495623</id><published>2008-05-23T18:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:21:21.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Want to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDdW5MEE_RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wSm9B_--hPk/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDdW5MEE_RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wSm9B_--hPk/s320/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203723434940759314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of pictures taken a couple of weeks ago.  We will be taking new pictures again to show off the nipple rings.  This is day three of healing and they are feeling pretty good, not sore at all.  I had a great time showing them off at work on Thursday.  I was so excited to tell everyone so when they asked to see them I was more than happy to flash.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about things I want to do and places I want to go before I die.  I want to visit Ireland for an extended period of time.  I want to stay in a remote bed and breakfast type place, be able to explore the land, visit pubs and really get a taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;customs&lt;/span&gt; and life.   I think is would be wonderful to stand on the cliffs looking out over the ocean or walking through the lush country side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go camping in many places of the US, such as the mountains, the beach, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desert&lt;/span&gt;.  As a kid we went camping just about every weekend from May through September.  But living in the state of Missouri camping is ................ well it is where I was growing up so it was not new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCRN&lt;/span&gt;.  That stands for Critical Care Registered Nurse, just another of the many credentials we can study for and get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Graceland.  I know that is simple and some may say silly.  Oh well, it is on my list and very doable.  I love Elvis!  I remember the day he died and how sad everyone was, I was just a little kid but had an idea of how big that was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list is not very big right now but I will add to it as the years go by.  I will do everything I can to get everything on my list accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7062638372082495623?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7062638372082495623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7062638372082495623' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7062638372082495623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7062638372082495623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-i-want-to-do.html' title='Things I Want to Do'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDdW5MEE_RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wSm9B_--hPk/s72-c/DSC02163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7944334030244370923</id><published>2008-05-21T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:29:35.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It!!!!!!   hehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDTUWMEE_QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SEDvtAkJ41o/s1600-h/DSC02187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDTUWMEE_QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SEDvtAkJ41o/s320/DSC02187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203016947180305666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice anything ............ DIFFERENT?  I have been talking about it on and off for about a year and finally just said, "I want to do it today."  So, here they are.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  Of course I had to go to one of my best friends house and show them off.  I told hubby that I will be taking my coworkers into the conference room at work to show them off.  I'm am excited about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that the more healthy you eat the more gas you have?  Or maybe I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a freak.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  I only mention this because it is happening to me and my husband is starting to think he is living in the wild kingdom with all of the odd sounds vibrating off the porcelain  in the middle of the night.  On the nights he is actually home and is sleeping this is becoming quite the game to him trying to figure out what animal just ran through the room.  I always think he is asleep but as I crawl back into bed he will laugh and say, "that was very sexy" which gets me laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a topic that most people either don't discuss or like men, they are more child like in their talk of it.  This is also something we, as nurses, deal with on a daily basis.  There is nothing like rolling a patient over that is on a vent and have their body rip a big one.  As much as we try, sometimes, we tend to laugh.  The other day I had a little old lady that had quite the musical tones let out with every step she took to the toilet.  Again, it is difficult not to smile especially when the patient starts to laugh and say, "I should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;"  So as much as we all hate the smell, it is a fact of life.  Let us all be kind to one another, however, and try not to let them out while on an airplane, elevator, at the table, or any other closed in area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7944334030244370923?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7944334030244370923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7944334030244370923' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7944334030244370923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7944334030244370923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-it-hehehehe.html' title='I Did It!!!!!!   hehehehe'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDTUWMEE_QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SEDvtAkJ41o/s72-c/DSC02187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1623579049665394910</id><published>2008-05-20T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:43:25.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid Bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDONRM-r99I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ukMmi2qVnls/s1600-h/DSC02131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDONRM-r99I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ukMmi2qVnls/s320/DSC02131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202657321224501202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the picture from the other night.  I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE TID-BITS ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about some of the things that  make me who I am now.  This is just a short list, I hope you laugh at at least some of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first time I got felt up he had poison oak on his hands but we did not know that until I broke out a few days later.  I did not tell my mom about my right boob being covered with the same rash that was on my legs from that walk in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was a cheerleader in high school.  During my junior year I mooned an entire wrestling team from the window of my hotel room at state competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One night when I was 17 I ended up naked, under a blanket, on the floor board of a Camero , with my boyfriend in the front seat pretending to be asleep, praying with every cell in my body that the cop walking around the car would just go away and that I would not have to face him that way.   I got lucky that night, he got back in his car a drove away.  We got dressed and drove home real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I never did like dolls, I thought they were all possessed.  I played with stuffed animals, they could talk and they all could fly even.  I had talented stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  My invisible friend looked just like me and her name was Kendra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  When I got old enough to stay home alone, I would put on my dad's John Denver record, turn it up as loud as it would go and sing at the top of my voice.  (I ALSO LOVED ROCK MUSIC TOO, I WAS NOT A FREAKY KID!  HEHEHEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One summer I got a cut on the bottom of my foot  so I went into the bathroom to put a band aid on it.  I back up to sit on the toilet but ended up falling in because either my dad or my brother did not put the lid or the seat back down!!  I AM VERY ADAMANT ABOUT TOILET LIDS BEING DOWN IN MY HOUSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I saw the movie Poltergeist at a friends house when I was 9 or 10, I did not sleep for three years (felt like it anyway) and I always jumped from the door to the bed anytime after dark.  I did not have any clown dolls but you never know when one might just appear under your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As long as I shut my closet door all the way, the closet monster could not get me because he did not have thumbs so he was unable to work the door knob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1623579049665394910?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1623579049665394910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1623579049665394910' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1623579049665394910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1623579049665394910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/tid-bits.html' title='Tid Bits'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDONRM-r99I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ukMmi2qVnls/s72-c/DSC02131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8856343995779785948</id><published>2008-05-19T08:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:56:20.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From an A to a B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDGBec-r98I/AAAAAAAAAF4/KoWAqc61QFY/s1600-h/DSC02118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDGBec-r98I/AAAAAAAAAF4/KoWAqc61QFY/s320/DSC02118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202081404764813250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDGBAc-r97I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wHumUthG2Wc/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDGBAc-r97I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wHumUthG2Wc/s320/DSC00557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202080889368737714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here they are, my boobs.  On the bottom is about one year ago.  Nice small breasts, not too small, about a handful.  On the top are my boobs now, in fact this was taken on Thursday night.  I am not sure where they came from but I have gone from an A-cup to a full B-cup!  For me this is a big deal!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  I keep thinking that with all of my working out they will shrink again but not yet, so I am going to enjoy them while I have them and hope for the best.  It has been fun to put on tank tops and actually see cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the stupidity of people amazes me.   You would think at my age it would not shock me anymore, yet it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on Saturday.  Right at the beginning of shift there was a code blue called two floors above us, so off I went.  This patient had stopped breathing, completely.  They continued to have a good strong pulse throughout but we did have to bag breath for her and ended up putting a tube down her intending to hook her up to the ventilator.  With a bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Narcan&lt;/span&gt; she came right back around, we were able to pull the tube put and she did continue to breath on her own.  OK, this is where the stupid comes out.  We move her to my unit and she becomes my patient.  Most of the day she sleeps but is able to maintain good oxygen saturation on her own.  Around two, she becomes fully awake and starts asking questions, I tell her what happened and how she ended up in the ICU.  About 30 minutes later she looks at me and says, "When are you going to take all of this shit off me?"  She means the monitor wires and oxygen tube.  I tell her when she leaves the unit.  About another 30 minutes later she says, "I'm going to take this shit off and get out of here.  I want to be back on the regular floor."  I tell her, "You stopped breathing, we need to monitor you closely through the night to make sure it does not happen again."  She is giving me this "go fuck yourself look" and says, "Yea, whatever."  I explained to her several times that she STOPPED BREATHING and that we were breathing for her.  If someone had told ME that, it would have scared me a bit.  It did not bother her in the least.  She was more upset that she was hooked up to the wires, wanted to go smoke and was mad at not having a regular room. The fact that she was almost put on the ventilator did not matter to her.  Her family was in and out of the room quite a bit and I did overhear a lot of the conversations they had, quite interesting.  They were a bit freaked out by the entire thing but she just kept on yelling at them to get her out of there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hhhhhhmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8856343995779785948?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8856343995779785948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8856343995779785948' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8856343995779785948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8856343995779785948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-a-to-b.html' title='From an A to a B'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SDGBec-r98I/AAAAAAAAAF4/KoWAqc61QFY/s72-c/DSC02118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4008814516438730736</id><published>2008-05-16T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:45:25.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Breasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SC4mxs-r94I/AAAAAAAAAFY/o_df42EAEB0/s1600-h/DSC02123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SC4mxs-r94I/AAAAAAAAAFY/o_df42EAEB0/s320/DSC02123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201137254989035394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our plans got changed at the last minute so we did not go to the strip bar but that is OK.  As you can see we did have quite a bit of our own fun at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange but exciting thing has been happening to my body over the last few months.  I know I talked about how my weight has changed but with a medication change, stress slowing leaving my body, some hormone replacement to get rid of the cysts on my ovaries and a change in my workout I have gotten back on track and seeing the results I want.  The change I am talking about now is my breasts.  I feel like I am going through puberty again, my breasts are growing.  Go ahead and laugh but for someone that has barely filled out an A cup I am really excited about this.  I don't know why they are growing and they don't seem to be shrinking even with my few pounds of weight loss.  My summer T-shirts from years past are no longer fitting me which is kind of exciting.  People are laughing at my excitement but that is OK.  Even at work I have been walking around the unit saying, "Look at this, I have boobs!"  Hubby has always been happy with what I had before but he is NOT complaining now either.  I was so excited about them I showed them off to a girl friend today because I knew she would understand, she had an enlargement several years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may go away again if I keep up the heavy cardio workouts but until then I am going to enjoy the cleavage and show them off in style.  I will have to do a post of before and after for you to compare them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4008814516438730736?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4008814516438730736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4008814516438730736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4008814516438730736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4008814516438730736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-breasts.html' title='My Breasts'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SC4mxs-r94I/AAAAAAAAAFY/o_df42EAEB0/s72-c/DSC02123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6306497502447850616</id><published>2008-05-15T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:53:33.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCx17M-r93I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-w132_VOt-g/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCx17M-r93I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-w132_VOt-g/s320/DSC01890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200661329662965618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed the final papers yesterday morning, the house is ours!  The renters of the other house should be moving in today.  I am starting to relax and slept very hard for the first time in a long time last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my husbands birthday, we are going back to the strip bar tonight and I am so very excited!  To be honest, I am not sure who gets off on it more, him or me.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is coming and we will have many opportunities for new, fun, outdoor shots coming up!  I want some new ones on my Harley done outside which I think will be a lot of fun!  My family has a cabin in western Pennsylvania that hubby and I will be staying in for a few days this summer, alone!  Of course we will have to take more nature walks like the one we just did.  I need to keep him in shape somehow right?  I might as well make it fun for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6306497502447850616?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6306497502447850616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6306497502447850616' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6306497502447850616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6306497502447850616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/relaxing-finally.html' title='Relaxing Finally'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCx17M-r93I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-w132_VOt-g/s72-c/DSC01890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-947174800239609890</id><published>2008-05-13T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:37:32.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running and Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCpPDs-r92I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tP9-JT2k_KE/s1600-h/0119082214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCpPDs-r92I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tP9-JT2k_KE/s320/0119082214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200055644784949090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a picture of me running naked that would be the one I would post.  I am sorry that I have not posted lately but the past few days have been completely CRAZY!!!  I thought I would at least give you something so that you know I am still here.  So, here was "naked darts night" and yes I did win almost every game but I'm sure it had nothing to do with the naked part.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off for the next three days and will take time to post again!  Thank you for being patient!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-947174800239609890?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/947174800239609890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=947174800239609890' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/947174800239609890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/947174800239609890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-and-running.html' title='Running and Running'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCpPDs-r92I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tP9-JT2k_KE/s72-c/0119082214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-5354320881739757749</id><published>2008-05-09T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:32:43.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Crazy Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCUDqv6ee3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Di_1KSKRNaQ/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCUDqv6ee3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Di_1KSKRNaQ/s320/DSC02075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198565377820228466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband took this picture without me know it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;  This is what happened after the "Walk In the Woods" AND after round TWO!!  I am proud to say that even after 17 years of marriage we can still wipe each other out and mess up the bed in sexual need! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, so I am told anyway.  We have an odd house with both of us working in jobs that have no Holidays off, no weekends off, no 9 - 5 hours.  As you know I am an ICU nurse, I work three 12 hour shifts and not all of my three days fall together.  I am required ever third weekend and one major and one minor holiday a year.  My husband is a conductor on a railroad, is on call 24 hours a day 7 days a week until his rest cycle.  It may sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; to some but I think we are very lucky, we both LOVE what we do and how many people can say that?  It may also sounds like we don't see the kids much but we really do.  I have four days a week off which is very nice for them, me and hubby when he is home.  Of course I miss him when he is gone but I am also confident in myself, I am a strong person and run this house well, even as a working mom.  I think one of the reasons we have been able to keep our marriage happy is by letting each other grow in different directions.  We were only 18 and 20 when we got married, we have been through a lot of growing pains together but have worked it out and stuck it out.  I know we will still have more rocky roads to walk down but I think we will do good, we make a good team.  I jokingly tell people that I would never leave him because no one else would put up with me but I'm sure there is much truth to that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-5354320881739757749?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5354320881739757749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=5354320881739757749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5354320881739757749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5354320881739757749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-crazy-jobs.html' title='Our Crazy Jobs'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCUDqv6ee3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Di_1KSKRNaQ/s72-c/DSC02075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6277089852830452864</id><published>2008-05-07T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:22:30.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCHr7K4oRTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NhwnaVdHPF8/s1600-h/DSC02068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCHr7K4oRTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NhwnaVdHPF8/s320/DSC02068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197694846728946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another shot from our walk in the woods yesterday.  Have I mentioned that it makes me very HOT to pose for my husband! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my daughters vocal music concert.  They did a GREAT job!  My daughter ............... she is funny, she is a tom-boy.  Her closet consists of jeans, shorts, T-shirts and some skirts that are not dressy in any way, the kind you can wear T-shirts with.  A note had been sent home a few weeks ago about what the kids should wear, meaning not jeans and T-shirts.  She put on her skirt and top and grumbled about it all though dinner and all the way to the school.  She kept saying, "I feel stupid, I look dumb"  The truth is she looked very pretty!  Even her younger brother said, "You look gorgeous"  which I thought was very sweet.  My little girl is a budding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen and is fighting it all the way.   She has always hated to be center of attention, she does not like people to fuss over her so when nights like this happen, she always starts out grumpy.  She is a very beautiful (of course I am biased) girl with a lot of personality that people like to be around.  I guess I should not complain, she still thinks boy are stupid even though most of her friends have boyfriends or at least a crush.  I do wonder what she says about them when I am not around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6277089852830452864?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6277089852830452864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6277089852830452864' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6277089852830452864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6277089852830452864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCHr7K4oRTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NhwnaVdHPF8/s72-c/DSC02068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2933438666630087033</id><published>2008-05-06T15:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:30:56.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Full of SEX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCDFzjY4jNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B1IJiyFH7hs/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCDFzjY4jNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B1IJiyFH7hs/s320/DSC02052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197371459449162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we took this picture today, along with many more!!  We drove out to a remote park that has trails in the woods.  It was a little tricky walking with a hurt foot but very well worth it.  I love to pose!  It makes me so hot and wet!  This adventure was almost more than hubby could deal with, however!  It is a good thing we were along in there, oh if the trees could talk!    There is something about being outside, I guess it is the thrill of getting caught along with the sun and wind on naked skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be many more pictures from this day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2933438666630087033?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2933438666630087033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2933438666630087033' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2933438666630087033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2933438666630087033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-full-of-sex.html' title='A Day Full of SEX!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SCDFzjY4jNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B1IJiyFH7hs/s72-c/DSC02052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-548096559385859663</id><published>2008-05-05T18:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:48:01.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Ride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SB-aiDY4jMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uQi-TE3xuBg/s1600-h/HPIM1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SB-aiDY4jMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uQi-TE3xuBg/s320/HPIM1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197042404824747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if I have used this picture or not so if I have, here it is again!  I wanted a photo of me on my bike today because riding is what I spent most of my day doing!  YEA!!!!  Tomorrow hubby and I are going to take some new pictures so I will have more to pick from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have mentioned that I work out three to four days a week.  In those work outs I lift weights and run 2 miles.  Two weeks ago I hurt my foot, somehow, running.  This sucks!!  I have been to the doctor and was told that it could be a compression fracture but those don't show up on X-ray for about three to four weeks.  So I have been limping around since then with pain and increased swelling.  I have done the ice thing, the Ibuprofen thing and wrapping it.  None of which is helping.  I have been continuing my weight lifting but am bummed about not running!  I am worried about losing my endurance.   Against my husband and one of my  best friend's advice, I have been getting on the elliptical for 15 minutes.  (no impact you see)  I have a pretty high pain tolerance which frustrates hubby because  it takes a lot to get me to the doctor.  I have to admit, though, I am about to the breaking point with this pain.  Right now I am able to ride without pain but I am worried that if it is broken or needs a big splint ............................... there goes my riding for a while.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-548096559385859663?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/548096559385859663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=548096559385859663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/548096559385859663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/548096559385859663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-ride.html' title='Monday Ride!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SB-aiDY4jMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uQi-TE3xuBg/s72-c/HPIM1408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3630876750555687132</id><published>2008-05-04T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:23:09.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SB5SGTY4jLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o29cKlzHjKw/s1600-h/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SB5SGTY4jLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o29cKlzHjKw/s320/DSC01706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196681288269466802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest problem is I can not relax!  I used to know how to do it but not any more.  I feel like I have to be cleaning or mowing or pulling weeds, something, anything but not relaxing.  This makes it difficult to indulge in one of my passions, reading.  It also makes it difficult to get a good night of sleep.  I am not sure when this started happening or why but I need to fix it before I go completely insane.  My friends and husband may tell you that I am just about to the white coat point already.  Today my 11 year old said to me, "Mom, you need to just relax today and not do anything."  I have tried but I feel guilty when I just sit and read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3630876750555687132?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3630876750555687132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3630876750555687132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3630876750555687132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3630876750555687132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-relax.html' title='I Want to Relax'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SB5SGTY4jLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o29cKlzHjKw/s72-c/DSC01706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-947399301901842566</id><published>2008-04-30T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:18:41.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me a Landloard?  Help Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBkjRDY4jKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P5j_b7WEAoM/s1600-h/DSC01891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBkjRDY4jKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P5j_b7WEAoM/s320/DSC01891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195222421023001762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken just a few weeks ago.  You can guess what happened next ...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went riding today for about an hour.  I was wanting to take a longer ride but the high wind was starting to get to me!  Riding my motorcycle is therapeutic for me, as it is for other riders as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into a new house last November, I have to say this IS my dream house, the last one I ever want to buy and I will stay here until I no longer can.  The piece of shit we moved out of needed a lot of work done to it before is was sell worthy.  With the selling market being so bad and the buying market being amazing we found this beautiful house at a great price.  We have been paying the owners of this one rent hoping ours would sell.  After 4 months of working my ass off every single day we finally got the old one on the market with no bites.  My good news is that we do close on the one we now live in by the 5th of May!  YEA!!!!!  It will officially be ours!  Now I will feel like it really is OK to paint and make it mine.  However, the piece of shit that I now call  "my hemorrhoid" is rental property.  Yes, we are now landlords for the next 12 months, God help me through this!!  We have met with the couple moving in and they seem great.  Our agent has know them for many years so that does make me feel a little better about it.  Not really what I had in mind when the "For Sale" sign went up in the yard but we are stuck and I am hoping for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-947399301901842566?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/947399301901842566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=947399301901842566' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/947399301901842566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/947399301901842566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-landloard-help-me.html' title='Me a Landloard?  Help Me!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBkjRDY4jKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P5j_b7WEAoM/s72-c/DSC01891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2492444709663128870</id><published>2008-04-29T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:03:19.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Bulge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBclqTY4jJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/espyBYpBeqs/s1600-h/DSC01966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBclqTY4jJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/espyBYpBeqs/s320/DSC01966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194662103884532882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I feel the need to flash a boob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 35 this past March, OK I can deal with that, no problem.  What I am having trouble with is this odd and sudden change in my weight for no reason that I can find.  I have working out on a very regular schedule for about 3-4 years now, I also eat well.  In the past nine months or so I have been putting on this belly and hip fat.  Now I realize that metabolism changes as you get older but I am really stressing out over this extra weight.  My cloths don't fit right any more and I am self conscious about it.  My husband, sweet man, tells me that I look great and he still thinks I am the "most sexy woman in the work", in his eyes anyway.  BUT .......................... it is hard for me to feel sexy.  I am muscular, not just in my arms and legs but my stomach as well but now I have this massive layer of fat on top of that.  I have greatly increased my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; but it just does not seem to go away.  I have brought this up with my doctors and we are looking into possible medical reasons, thyroid, hormones, what ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more than happy to take any exercise tips!  Maybe I am doing something wrong with my exercise plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2492444709663128870?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2492444709663128870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2492444709663128870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2492444709663128870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2492444709663128870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/battle-of-bulge.html' title='Battle of the Bulge'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBclqTY4jJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/espyBYpBeqs/s72-c/DSC01966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7579479941236366960</id><published>2008-04-28T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:22:18.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Shy Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBXXNDY4jII/AAAAAAAAAEI/WfCDVl8Dcrs/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBXXNDY4jII/AAAAAAAAAEI/WfCDVl8Dcrs/s320/DSC01997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294364489682050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure most everyone has the same problem I do ............................. trying to find a moment to be able to just sit quietly for a while.  I call that my "me time" and I do not get much of that these days.  I need my "me time" to collect my thoughts, throw away the thoughts I don't need, to just decompress and hope my muscles will relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very shy about my body and sexuality.  As you may have guessed, I am not that way anymore.  When my husband and I got married I was very, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hhhmmm&lt;/span&gt;, what is a good word for this?  Well, I'll just say that I never touched myself, I was ashamed of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;masturbation&lt;/span&gt;, I DID enjoy sex but was in no way adventurous about anything!  He has always loved to take pictures of me naked and when I look back at those first pictures I have to laugh because you can see in my body posture how uncertain I am.  Now I plan the "photo sessions" with my husband about where and when and what I want to have on or not have on.  I post on two different sites, plus this one.  We have stepped into the swing life style for a short time and I have found a new pleasure in being with women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say I have come a long way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7579479941236366960?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7579479941236366960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7579479941236366960' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7579479941236366960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7579479941236366960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-shy-anymore.html' title='Not Shy Anymore'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBXXNDY4jII/AAAAAAAAAEI/WfCDVl8Dcrs/s72-c/DSC01997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3240348117532472464</id><published>2008-04-25T16:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:00:35.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Buffett Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBJQ4jY4jHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L4vCAanISM0/s1600-h/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBJQ4jY4jHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L4vCAanISM0/s320/DSC01972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193302252814109810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBJQfTY4jGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TWS3N0lU9g0/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBJQfTY4jGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TWS3N0lU9g0/s320/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193301819022412898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JIMMY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BUFFETT&lt;/span&gt; CONCERT WAS AMAZING YET AGAIN!  Yes, this is the outfit that I had on for the concert.  For some of you, you know that this is pretty tame as far as outfit go at his concerts.  People dress as sharks, fat harry men put on coconut bras with no shirts.  We have seen people dressed as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flamingos&lt;/span&gt;, people bring couches to sit on while tail gating.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt; bars from about every other truck and usually at least one beer bong can be found.  It really is a lot of fun!  Even my husband had on a flower bra, with his shirt on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  One of the best parts of the show was when Jimmy realized there were hearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impaired&lt;/span&gt; people in the front and they had a signer there.  He walked over to the stage and said that he had to give her a hard time and see how good she was.  He then started the song, "Why don't We Get Drunk and Screw"  The cameras zoomed in on her, and with her laughing she did sign all the way through his song, so now we all (the sober ones anyway) know how to sign that particular line of the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3240348117532472464?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3240348117532472464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3240348117532472464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3240348117532472464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3240348117532472464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/jimmy-buffett-concert.html' title='Jimmy Buffett Concert!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SBJQ4jY4jHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L4vCAanISM0/s72-c/DSC01972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4910696871345059480</id><published>2008-04-23T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:21:17.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Buffett Here We Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SA_rCTY4jFI/AAAAAAAAADw/VXQ3-QfUHgc/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SA_rCTY4jFI/AAAAAAAAADw/VXQ3-QfUHgc/s320/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627320178379858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June we visited some friends in Texas, this is in their guest room.  What makes this funny to me is the fact that they would this completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unholy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sinful&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, we fornicated in their guest room! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my husband and I are going to drive about three and a half hours to see Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Buffett&lt;/span&gt;!  Any other parrot heads out there?  We have our outfits ready for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-parking lot fun and are keeping our fingers crossed that it will not rain!  I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't have any idea what I mean, let me explain just a little.  Dressing up is part of the fun at his concerts.  Everyone comes in grass skirts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt; bras, shark fins, Hawaiian shirts, you name it, if it is tropical it shows up.  Music coming from about every car, all Jimmy of course, a lot of drinking and a whole lot of fun!!!!  We will be staying overnight so maybe I can get a few new shots for the blog as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4910696871345059480?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4910696871345059480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4910696871345059480' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4910696871345059480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4910696871345059480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/jimmy-buffett-here-we-come.html' title='Jimmy Buffett Here We Come'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SA_rCTY4jFI/AAAAAAAAADw/VXQ3-QfUHgc/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-243057048391905461</id><published>2008-04-22T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:56:57.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SA6gajY4jDI/AAAAAAAAADg/MdutLjE21Bk/s1600-h/HPIM1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SA6gajY4jDI/AAAAAAAAADg/MdutLjE21Bk/s320/HPIM1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192263798441413682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry it has been so long since my last blog.  My weekend was very full and I have had two very busy days at work.    But I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to actually write something tomorrow, maybe I will even come up with something exciting to say.  So for now, enjoy the picture and I will "talk" with you all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-243057048391905461?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/243057048391905461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=243057048391905461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/243057048391905461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/243057048391905461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SA6gajY4jDI/AAAAAAAAADg/MdutLjE21Bk/s72-c/HPIM1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3943703635472109101</id><published>2008-04-19T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:21:33.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAptcNQfyzI/AAAAAAAAADY/O_YebUF6Nck/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAptcNQfyzI/AAAAAAAAADY/O_YebUF6Nck/s320/DSC01886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191081851860536114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have mentioned before that my husband loves my ass.  I tease him and say that he only married me because of my ass, that and my ranch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  So here is yet another picture of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been fun and productive, always a good combination.  I took my close friend to our river front market, she has not lived in this city for very long and had yet to go there.  We spent many hours buying up a lot of fresh vegetables and fruit, OK we also bought some really awesome bread and pies as well.  We found this great pasta vendor that had seasoned pasta, how cool is that?  I also had to sample some wine, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I was able to plant some more flowers, plant another tree, wash and wax my Harley, clean out the van and straighten up the house.  All before 5pm, not bad.  I do plan to spend the rest of the night with a bottle of wine, a good book or maybe a movie.  I should watch the one I rented three weeks ago, it may have even been four weeks ago.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;  All I know if that we have been charged the price of the movie now so I guess I now own it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3943703635472109101?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3943703635472109101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3943703635472109101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3943703635472109101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3943703635472109101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAptcNQfyzI/AAAAAAAAADY/O_YebUF6Nck/s72-c/DSC01886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-8874820644985918451</id><published>2008-04-17T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:58:10.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Die In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAfgjQM34tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sh_8pvMLZ80/s1600-h/DSC01874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAfgjQM34tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sh_8pvMLZ80/s320/DSC01874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190363991816790738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this outfit in a catalog and thought it would make neat pictures.  I want to do this entire shoot over again in a different setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know what it is I do, I am a nurse in an ICU.  I love my job and find it difficult to picture myself anyplace else.  Once in a while we have a situation that really pulls at our emotional, moral, ethical and professional strings all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we have a patient brought down to our unit from a medical unit because of low oxygen saturation, they were having difficulty breathing.  This patient was not young by any standard, was a DNR/DNI, was a very sick individual and was quite upset about being in the ICU.   This person's wish was to go home and die around those that they loved.  A very simple request, it should be anyway.  This person had no close family anymore, did however, have some very close friends that were there and helping in this last request.  It makes me sad to think that in a situation like that we have to go through so many hoops just to do something that is a normal process.  This person was ready to go, knew it was time but was being held back because of insurance legalities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person was finally let go and taken in an ambulance home to die in peace and comfort.   We should all be so lucky to go in that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-8874820644985918451?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8874820644985918451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=8874820644985918451' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8874820644985918451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/8874820644985918451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-die-in-peace.html' title='To Die In Peace'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAfgjQM34tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sh_8pvMLZ80/s72-c/DSC01874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4270486449989028441</id><published>2008-04-16T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:28:48.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Toy Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAakWgM34sI/AAAAAAAAADI/S-k7ecraR_g/s1600-h/DSC01906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAakWgM34sI/AAAAAAAAADI/S-k7ecraR_g/s320/DSC01906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190016327099081410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first vibrator was a small purple one that had three speeds.  I remember going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Priscilla's&lt;/span&gt; to buy it, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to be in there and then being uncomfortable with my husband wanting to watch me with it.  I HAVE CUM A LONG WAY SINCE THEN!!!  I think I own part of that store now with as much money as we have spent there with toys, cloths, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; and of course the occasional gag gift.  At this point I am not sure which one is my number one favorite.  If I had to pick top of the list I would say that the glass one in combination with a vibrator is definitely up there.  Yet my rabbit rocks!  I have only two whips but I like the leather one the best.  We have yet to get one of the swings, though we would love to, I do have a set of nylon cuffs that are put over a door (then you close the door) that way I can hang while being supported on the bottom half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, HE has a few toys of his own in the mix.  I figure fair is fair.  We don't work even close to the same schedule, I am a nurse he is a rail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roader&lt;/span&gt;, it is a nice release for him in a pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are some women that say they don't need a man because you can buy anything they can give.  That is fine, awesome for you and I will not argue your feelings!!  For me, though, using my toys is only a short stint of pleasure.  It makes me WANT him MORE!!!  When he enters me I get a shiver, my toys don't give me the shiver I enjoy.  For me, the best combination is to use the toys together then tell him to, "FUCK ME!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4270486449989028441?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4270486449989028441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4270486449989028441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4270486449989028441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4270486449989028441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-toy-collection.html' title='My Toy Collection'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAakWgM34sI/AAAAAAAAADI/S-k7ecraR_g/s72-c/DSC01906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-3063615293657043853</id><published>2008-04-14T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:22:53.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Side to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAP90wM34rI/AAAAAAAAADA/o5n1F7NR5QU/s1600-h/HPIM1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAP90wM34rI/AAAAAAAAADA/o5n1F7NR5QU/s320/HPIM1210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189270278394864306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one of those women is me.  hehehehe  Can you tell or guess which one?  She was not my first nor will be my last!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I finally got up the courage to talk to my husband about my curiosity in being with another woman.  I had no idea how he would take it, I worried he would think that he was not satisfying me sexually and I worried he would just not dig the idea.  He was just a little bit shocked at my confession but not worried in anyway about us or himself.  He was turned on to say the least.  After a bad experience or two with some not so stable couples we finally found one that we could play with without worry.  What started out as curiosity for me turned into a new sexuality for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband very much and am VERY satisfied with how he pleases me physically but being with another woman is such a different feeling for me.  I love the soft feel of a woman, her skin, her curves, her smell, her touch.  I remember being very nervous about going down on one for the first time, worried that I would not be very good at giving the kind of pleasure I was wanting to give.  I was talking to a guy friend about this and his advice was, "Just do what it is you think feels good to you."   By the time I was in the situation, I did not have a coherent thought in my head, only driven by the physical desire of the moment.  I get so into the moment I am not aware of our men even being in the room watching us, waiting as long as we want before joining in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky to have a husband that likes to watch me enjoy the pleasure of women.  He is happy to participate or to only watch.  Either way, he know that when we get home ........ mmmmmmm boy, the memory of what just happened keeps me hot and wanting more for a long time to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am the one on the bottom with the white socks on!  hehehehe  Who has time to worry about socks when a sexy woman is licking your clit?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-3063615293657043853?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3063615293657043853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=3063615293657043853' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3063615293657043853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/3063615293657043853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-side-to-me.html' title='Another Side to Me'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAP90wM34rI/AAAAAAAAADA/o5n1F7NR5QU/s72-c/HPIM1210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-7707035376329389286</id><published>2008-04-13T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:20:52.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAIpBQM34qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V7kNritiKxE/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAIpBQM34qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V7kNritiKxE/s320/DSC01151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188754822189802146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick this picture today mostly because my husband completely LOVES my ass.  He can spend a very long time taking pictures of it from different angles in different positions.  This is one of the angles he really likes and is trying to perfect.  Of course his most favorite view is from behind but that goes without saying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son turned 9 last weekend, I had his party with friends yesterday.  With his birthday being at the beginning of April and this being the mid-west, weather is always an iffy thing to plan around.  This year the party did turn out small with the boy count being at 4.  Great thing for me because want I wanted to do was have them outside, have a silly string fight and various other fun games just letting them be boys.  IT FUCKING SNOWED ALL DAY!!!  Global warming?  hhhhhhmmmmmmm  The good news is that it turned out to be a great party anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-7707035376329389286?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7707035376329389286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=7707035376329389286' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7707035376329389286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/7707035376329389286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-afternoon.html' title='Saturday Afternoon'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/SAIpBQM34qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V7kNritiKxE/s72-c/DSC01151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-4307615300557889619</id><published>2008-04-10T15:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:22:39.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Positions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_5868y0QdI/AAAAAAAAACw/G6RHxmhB2L0/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_5868y0QdI/AAAAAAAAACw/G6RHxmhB2L0/s320/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187721172970914258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was growing up I took gymnastics and was a cheerleader in high school, I wanted to see if I could still do a few things .............................................. as you can see, I can.  Mid-thirties and still flexible.  Do I even have to mention that my husband is a happy man?   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me think about sexual positions and what I like.  There are so many different ones with different variations.   We even have a book called, "Position of the Day", it is cool.  One of my favorites is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dogie&lt;/span&gt; style, I love to have him pounding me hard from behind, maybe pull my hair a bit.  Some people really enjoy 69, my problem with it is that I have trouble giving good when I am getting it good, I can't concentrate!  I do enjoy the old stand by, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;missionary&lt;/span&gt; position once in a while.  My husband current favorite is for me to be on my stomach with my legs together while he enters me from behind.  That one is good, the penetration is not deep but the spot that gets rubbed is quite a pleasure for me.  So many ways to have sex, I love to flip into different positions.  I can always get a BIG "O" with a tongue on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt; and a finger inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys .................................. toys I will talk about another day.  That is an entire blog itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your different positions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-4307615300557889619?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4307615300557889619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=4307615300557889619' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4307615300557889619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/4307615300557889619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/sexual-positions.html' title='Sexual Positions'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_5868y0QdI/AAAAAAAAACw/G6RHxmhB2L0/s72-c/DSC00820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-5453130629351282364</id><published>2008-04-08T14:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:36:58.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clean Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_vCEHlAoJI/AAAAAAAAACo/wbNBVg6O558/s1600-h/HPIM0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_vCEHlAoJI/AAAAAAAAACo/wbNBVg6O558/s320/HPIM0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186952771856801938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this picture was appropriate in how I am feeling.  I need to wash away the stress and start clean.  Last night was a good start after I got some great news.  I am hoping that I will be able to sleep at night again, feel physically better and get back to being me.  It's amazing what stress can do to a person, especially when you ignore it for a while and just keep going without dealing with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being very lazy today, I'm not sure that is a good thing but then again maybe I need it.  My son is home sick to day and I have not done one single thing on my list.  My house is dirty, my laundry is not finished, I have not even gotten dressed and I have no idea what we are going to have for dinner because I need to go to the store.  Oh well, we all need a lazy day once in a while right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-5453130629351282364?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5453130629351282364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=5453130629351282364' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5453130629351282364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5453130629351282364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/clean-start.html' title='A Clean Start'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_vCEHlAoJI/AAAAAAAAACo/wbNBVg6O558/s72-c/HPIM0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2257380989987702897</id><published>2008-04-07T07:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:10:04.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_oaPHlAoII/AAAAAAAAACg/3YSSI02Y3hA/s1600-h/HPIM0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_oaPHlAoII/AAAAAAAAACg/3YSSI02Y3hA/s320/HPIM0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186486767905185922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort is very important to me, soft fuzzy slippers, a cup of hot coffee or a shirt pulled from my husbands closet.  I want to be comfortable in all I do but as you know that is not always possible.  There will always be uncomfortable situations to struggle through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I get an email, you know the type, the ones that make me feel old.  They usually have catchy titles like, "Growing up in the 80's" or "Do you feel old?"  Most of the time they do make me laugh but it has made me think about how far many things have progressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I remember 8 track tapes, my dad had a big collection of those!  Even funnier, I think, is how big the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stereo&lt;/span&gt; was. &lt;br /&gt;-When my dad let me put the record on the turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;table&lt;/span&gt; by myself because he trusted me to no scratch the needle over the grooves, I KNEW I was a big kid.&lt;br /&gt;-Dish washer?  Yep, we had two of them  ---   me and my brother&lt;br /&gt;-Remember the Beta?  Many people said that was the only system to get, we went the VHS route!&lt;br /&gt;-I was 11 when we got out first computer, the monitor was as big as a TV but the screen was only about 8 or 10 inches.  The tower portions was very heavy and it used floppy disks.&lt;br /&gt;-Every Sunday I listened to Casey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kasum&lt;/span&gt; (not sure on that spelling) do the top 40 count down&lt;br /&gt;- Had a decent collection of 45's, I think the very first one I bought was "Mickey"&lt;br /&gt;-In the summer us kids rode around in the back of the truck&lt;br /&gt;-When we were 12 we got on our bikes in the morning, did not come back until lunch, went back out until dinner and no one thought anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;-What's a bike helmet?&lt;br /&gt;-Get out the pan, pour in some oil, put corn in the pan, shake pan back and forth so that it does not burn, when it is done - melt butter, pour over pop corn and ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;-Even on the bus we respected the adult in charge&lt;br /&gt;-Ghetto blasters? Oh yea!  They were huge!&lt;br /&gt;-Does anyone else remember the movie "Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Darlins&lt;/span&gt;"?  I love that movie&lt;br /&gt;-I saw the original Star Wars in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2257380989987702897?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2257380989987702897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2257380989987702897' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2257380989987702897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2257380989987702897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/comfortable.html' title='Comfortable'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_oaPHlAoII/AAAAAAAAACg/3YSSI02Y3hA/s72-c/HPIM0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-1918504488873164913</id><published>2008-04-03T15:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:01:43.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_U8cHlAoHI/AAAAAAAAACY/dcWm_C-r-F0/s1600-h/HPIM0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_U8cHlAoHI/AAAAAAAAACY/dcWm_C-r-F0/s320/HPIM0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185116999755276402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be outside and for me, doing it naked is even better!  We took this picture in our back yard.  Don't you enjoy taking a chance and possibly getting caught?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of those days when I just don't have much to say. So, enjoy the picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-1918504488873164913?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1918504488873164913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=1918504488873164913' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1918504488873164913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/1918504488873164913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-picture.html' title='Just a Picture'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_U8cHlAoHI/AAAAAAAAACY/dcWm_C-r-F0/s72-c/HPIM0918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-763846058323712183</id><published>2008-04-02T08:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:10:43.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_OLrHlAoGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wuvXeU8uKoI/s1600-h/HPIM1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_OLrHlAoGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wuvXeU8uKoI/s320/HPIM1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184641168918487138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have already posted at least two pictures of me on my Harley but  ................ I love my Harley! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had had her for one year and two months and have NOT RIDDEN ENOUGH!!!!  Thanks to the mid-west weather this year so far there have been more cold days than warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted a motorcycle of my own for a long time.  I remember when I was in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade we were doing some crazy little survey in English class and one of the questions was sports car or motorcycle.  We were supposed to go to one side of the room or the other depending on our answers.  For some reason I was the only girl on the motorcycle answer side, go figure.  As I got strange looks from the girls and approved looks from the guys, my teacher asked me why.  All I remember saying was something that got me even more odd looks, "I want a cool rider, and if he's cool enough he can burn me through and through."  OK, I was all of 14/15 years old I doubt I even knew what the hell I was saying but it got the point across.  By the way that line came from a song on Grease 2, true not near as good as the first Grease but ......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like being on that bike.  It is nothing than can be put into words and explained to those that have never been on one.  I love the feel of my gear, I love the way she feels between my legs I love the ride!  Being on her is one of the most relaxing places for me to be.  I do not have to answer the phone, I don't talk to anyone and my mind can go anyplace it wants.  YET IT STAYS SHARP ON THE THINGS AROUND ME.  (just had to throw that in so hubby won't worry even more)  Yes, she does have a name, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sopheria&lt;/span&gt;, named after the dragon in the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eargon&lt;/span&gt; (not sure if I spelled the movie right)  She is sleek and beautiful but if her power is not respected she can kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main question I get is, "Does your husband ride?  I assume he does since you have one" No, he does not.  I am pretty sure I have cut his life much shorter than it was going to be, first by buying it on my own then learning to ride it.  My poor man could only stand on the side and watch as I drove into more than one ditch and almost drove through the kitchen.   Nothing like getting a Harley 1200 as a learning tool.  I did not scratch any of the pain, yet.  However, I bent the hell out of the plate, have scratched the clutch and break and a scratch or two on the pipes.  In my mind it is not IF I spill it but WHEN I spill it.  I am a nurse in an ICU and have worked two years in the ER, I have seen first hand what an accident can do.  I don't worry about it, I fret over it, what's the point in that?  I do everything I can to stay safe and hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-763846058323712183?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/763846058323712183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=763846058323712183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/763846058323712183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/763846058323712183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-and-my-harley.html' title='Me and My Harley'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_OLrHlAoGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wuvXeU8uKoI/s72-c/HPIM1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-5717155338445527279</id><published>2008-03-31T15:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:08:49.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_FQT3lAoFI/AAAAAAAAACI/iRbbh9w2i-k/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_FQT3lAoFI/AAAAAAAAACI/iRbbh9w2i-k/s320/DSC01197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184012948347068498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the fall my husband took me out for an evening.  After dinner I was feeling, oh let's go straight to the point, horny.   I had grabbed the camera on our way out the door without him knowing it with an idea in mind that would make him completely crazed with desire.  In the van I took off my g-string, hung it up on the rear view mirror, giving him a sly look (I hope it was anyway) and told him to drive to the nearest walking trail.  This was only the first of many pictures we took that evening.  We had the trail to ourselves for about one hour, the light was good and it made our blood boil even hotter with the risk of getting caught.  With the weather getting warming there will be MANY more shots to take!  I do have to admit though, a fantasy of mine is to have another woman with me as my husband takes the pictures.  We would HAVE to find a more secluded spot for that, however, I don't think I could control myself around her.  I have one, maybe two women in mind, maybe someday ..................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-5717155338445527279?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5717155338445527279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=5717155338445527279' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5717155338445527279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/5717155338445527279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-in-park.html' title='A Walk in the Park'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_FQT3lAoFI/AAAAAAAAACI/iRbbh9w2i-k/s72-c/DSC01197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-2981497047017471649</id><published>2008-03-30T19:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:55:44.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things Kids Want to Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_AsT3lAoEI/AAAAAAAAACA/IYdL3nODSHk/s1600-h/HPIM1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_AsT3lAoEI/AAAAAAAAACA/IYdL3nODSHk/s320/HPIM1409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183691890951757890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to ride my Harley!  I really enjoy posing on it as well, if I could only ride naked and be safe .................... let me think about THAT for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend the big topic of conversation with the 9 year old boy has been sex.  OK, no problem, I have been expecting this for some time.  What I did not expect was some of the information HE told me!  We have had some long term friends with kids the sage age as ours, the only difference being both of their kids are girls, we have one of each.  Anyway............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and I sat on his bed talking about what parts do what, where they go and how it works.  I went through this with my daughter some time back so this was actually pretty easy until he informs me of his little "show and tell"  he had with our friends youngest daughter.  Now I know this is a normal thing for children but I have to admit it was hard not to laugh at the way he described "her flaps" and wanted to know why girls look like that.  I then told him to please not have such a share time again like that for a VERY long time!  He also wants to know why boys and girls want to touch each other when they have sex.  OH LORD, my daughter's question were more about facts not about touching a boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a conductor on a railroad so missed this conversation but it was fun to tell him all the details of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have very good, open communication in our house, this I am grateful and hope it stays that way.  But I also realize soon they will be teenagers and will not ask me such in depth questions so I do try to get in the answers now.  I also know that if my kids have sex as teens there is nothing I can do to stop it but I do want them to have the knowledge of how to protect themselves.  Pregnancy is only one of the many things they will encounter.  I do plan to show them some nice glossy, 8 X 10 pictures of genital warts, crabs, herpes and any other nasty STD I can find.  I figure, as my fellow blogger will say, a picture can be worth 1000 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-2981497047017471649?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2981497047017471649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=2981497047017471649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2981497047017471649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/2981497047017471649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-kids-want-to-know.html' title='The Things Kids Want to Know'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R_AsT3lAoEI/AAAAAAAAACA/IYdL3nODSHk/s72-c/HPIM1409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310428686551038984.post-6406747992711039483</id><published>2008-03-28T17:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:49:30.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush - No Bush, There is NO Question!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R-1tjHlAoCI/AAAAAAAAABs/G889KHnCwQc/s1600-h/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R-1tjHlAoCI/AAAAAAAAABs/G889KHnCwQc/s320/pic7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182919196270436386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R-1v6HlAoDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hnzBfKzAaxg/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R-1v6HlAoDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hnzBfKzAaxg/s320/DSC01434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182921790430683186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;1993 UGH!!!                                                                                                                                                                                              2008  so much better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the old pictures and ask my husband over and over, "How did you even get to the goods with your tongue?"  Oh my GOD!!  I will NEVER go back to unshaved!  Of course the year has to be taken into consideration, early nineties and me only 19 years old.   From this angle you can not tell than I was shy and  not confident on my self at all in any area of my life.  Normal I guess for a 19 year old.  There is a lot to be said for entering your 30's, well for me anyway.  Oh the things I have learned and those I have yet to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sit back and day dream about THAT for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310428686551038984-6406747992711039483?l=liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6406747992711039483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310428686551038984&amp;postID=6406747992711039483' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6406747992711039483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310428686551038984/posts/default/6406747992711039483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveoutsidethebox.blogspot.com/2008/03/bush-no-bush-there-is-no-question.html' title='Bush - No Bush, There is NO Question!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861223898700274567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R9qTLX_eQKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-H4rxuuEJ8U/S220/HPIM1396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dybc9MwOedg/R-1tjHlAoCI/AAAAAAAAABs/G889KHnCwQc/s72-c/pic7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
