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I had an idea on a new tattoo this weekend
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Posted:May 18, 2008 5:45 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2008 6:18 pm
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Ok. if you have read past posts, I have talked about being protective of my family. I have referred to my self as a papa bear. My lovely wife has called me that before and it was pretty appropriate.
So I've been thinking. I have really been wanting a new tattoo and haven't really known what I wanted.
I think I am going to get a bear. I am not positive what/how I want it.
My thoughts are one of two things. Either a grizzly bear in a menacing pose (standing up, arm raised baring claws) or more of a cartoon bear. Like the dad on the Berenstein bears. LOL.
Any thoughts?
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Magical moustache ride
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Posted:May 15, 2008 9:19 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2024 3:20 am
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OK. No Magical stacie didn't ride my moustache. But this was a magical moustache ride.
I was sitting on the couch the other day watching TV. Indy wife was in the bathtub. She got done and I heard her go in the bedroom and shut the door and I figured she was getting dressed and would be out in a minute. A few minutes later she walked out in nothing but panties. 
I looked at her and asked her if she wanted me to pause the show I was watching on DVR. I figured she wanted a kiss or something. She said "yeah for a second".
I paused it. She walked in front of me and instead of kissing me, she stepped up on the couch, put one leg on the arm next to me and pulled her panties to the side and laid her yummy pussy on my mouth.
I'm no fool. I know what to do to that. I licked and got my finger into the action and had her going pretty crazy. I was afraid she would fall. Her legs were shaking. She came and then got down, looked at me and said "come on".
I jumped up and hurried down the hallway. We both stripped and got into bed. Kissed and touched. I got her off again with my fingers while we kissed.
She told me to lay back. She had her toy. She likes to put it between her lips and have it vibrate on her while she gives me head. It was a very joyous evening to say the least!!!
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Papa Bear was helpless and don't like it
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Posted:May 8, 2008 6:59 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2008 9:06 pm
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You may have read my wife's blog about her bad day yesterday. She got pulled over and got a ticket and got a bunch of unnecessary attitude from the dick, wearing boots, with a badge.
Well here is my side of the story.
I've mentioned in blogs before that I am like a bear. I am warm and cuddly, but very very protective of my family and my den.
When my wife walked in the door crying her eyes out yesterday my blood pressure jumped up a few notches and I started breathing a little more rapidly. I didn't know if she was in a wreck or lost her job or what happened.
She tells me she got a ticket and the officer (OH I HAVE MANY ADJECTIVES I AM TRULY STRUGGLING TO HOLD IN) was a royal ass.
She is not a shy woman. She tells me that she was not arguing that she was speeding and I am sure she wasn't. She takes responsibility for her actions. But Barney Fife was an ass and Andy was nowhere to be found.
I have had my share of run-ins with the law in my life. luckily I have never been arrested. I have been cuffed a few times and escorted out of bars and other properties by Hawaii 5-0 before.
I have told a couple of cops to their face that I thought they were f-ing dickheads. I have had other choice words for some.
I've also had my car searched for drugs (these idiots took off my hubcaps and took everything out of my car and sat it on the side of the road and when they didn't find anything they left and left it to me to put the stuff back in my car and put the hubcaps back on), I have laid face down in a gravel driveway with handcuffs on. I've had my weapon confiscated from me and I had to go to the city county building the next day to pick it up because I was pissed about something and John Law thought he should take it for my or someone else's protection (wouldn't do something like that out of anger. I don't want to spend my life in prison). I've been drunk and made to sit in the mud at the track until the cops decided they didn't want to fool with me and let me go.
All of those times, although I wasn't in control of the cop, I was in control of myself and didn't let them intimidate me.
But this jackass intimidated and humiliated my wife. I would like to meet his punk ass in an alley without his gun and badge and nightstick (hell he could keep that if he wanted) and show him what it feels like. She is 4'11" and although a ball of fire, she poses no threat to a cop.
I'm sure he doesn't get any pussy and probably gets treated like a little bitch by the other cops in the precinct because he obviously is a loser and probably has a really little dick.
So as my boys cypress hill say..FUCK A PIG . I hope this jackass feels good about himself because I believe in Karma and it will come back around. believe me.
I do apologize to all of the good officers out there. I know there are some and this is not directed to you at all. You can admit it to yourself that there are pricks like this on the force.
Sorry for the ranting. Just needed to get this out.
Thanks for stopping by. Will be back to my normal humorous, good natured self on my next post. I promise!! 
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I want to be a again...... NOT
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Posted:May 8, 2008 6:44 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2008 6:16 pm
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OK. being a again sounds good in some respects. No more work. No bills (or just a few). part time job. hang out at school all day. play sports again.
But then reality should hit you in the face.
Acne, drama (ok there is drama now, but it is much worse at that age), not knowing how to have a relationship or what to expect, bullying, flightier than normal girls and guys, the pain of young love and rejection and on and on and on and on............
You may wonder what brings this on. You have read me blog (and a few of you have actually heard the stories. LOL ). My is dating. As the protective dad who would like her to never have a boyfriend (OK, I don't want to prevent her from having love and companionship, but god it is young. At 15 I was worried about where we were playing homerun derby or basketball or football or riding our bikes.... OK. maybe I was thinking about who was getting boobies too  )
I understand that is not realistic so I will have to hold it together.
Here's the current story/drama. This boy used to have a crush on my 's friends (they are sisters). And from what I hear he is still confused and kind of likes them still. Although they are still boyfriend and girlfriend, my said that these girls where supposed to stay the night at his house last weekend (WTF  )
This is because they have been "friends" for a long time. BULLSHIT if I have ever heard it.
Then he tells my he might go on vacation with them this summer. OH HELL NO.
First of all these so called friends aren't helping the situation knowing they are going out and that he has had feelings for them. Second of all what is this boy thinking if he wants to go out with my (not to mention his dumbass f-ing parents that were going to let two teenage girls stay all night with their teenage )
So I talked to her last night. I told her that I thought she didn't need to be sad about this. I told her she should be pissed. She should tell her friends that if they are really her friends they should back off and that she should tell him to get his shit together or buzz off  . And that she deserves better than that.
Of course no teenage girl wants to have relationship conversations with their dad so she smiled and walked off as soon as I quit talking and took a breath. But I feel better and I hope it helped. My wife had a similar conversation with her the night before I talked to her.
I wish I could really help, but all I can do is give advice and hope she does the right thing.
Thanks for stopping by!
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Had a rough afternoon
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Posted:May 7, 2008 6:30 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2008 6:17 pm
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Well, let me just tell you. I had a pretty good day at work ( if you know me, this has come few and far between lately ). On my way home, I am chatting on the cell phone to my mother. I pass this cop, and flips his lights on, and pulls out. While I am unsure of whether or not he is pulling me over, I stop and wait for him to go around me. But instead he doesn't, so I proceed to pull over on a side street and roll my window down. I am being a very polite woman as many of you know I always am. He comes to the vehicle and proceeds to be VERY rude to me, asking me was I not going to pull over. When what simply happened was he pulled out, I was coming to a stoplight, and stopped just short of the light, because I wasn't sure if he was going around me or not. I tried to explain to him that I was unsure if he was pulling me over, and that is why I stopped in the road, I was waiting to see if he was going to go around me, and he told me that that was not an excuse, that he didn't appreciate that I put his life in jeopardy. WTF? It wasn't like I lead him in some hot pursuit chase or anything like that. So, I was a little hysterical this evening, not because I got pulled over for speeding, but because I guess I am not used to being treated or talked to so poorly.
I am trying to feel better about this. Does anyone have any stories about being pulled over that they would like to share?
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Wascally Wabbit
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Posted:May 4, 2008 12:36 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2008 9:13 pm
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I was attacked by a flying rabbit tonight.
I took my dogs out to potty. My girl is obsessed with bunnies. When she sees a bunny she locks in and has tunnel vision. She doesn't listen and tends to run off and worry her dad to death (she's my princess)
The dogs got into the backyard and I was walking behind them towards the gate. What I didn't know is that there was a bunny in the backyard. Of course she found it. And chased it. Right out the gate to where i was at. Apparently the bunny didn't expect a large bald man standing a few feet from the gate and saw me and jumped while running full speed.
The bunny hit me about mid belly. It flipped and fell backwards and landed on it's side. It got to it's feet and took off into the neighbors yard. My princess was a good girl and stayed in the backyard and didn't continue her pursuit.
Of course I wasn't expecting a flying bunny to hit me in the gut. I probably woke up our elderly neighbor yelling "oh shit, what the fuck". 
That will get the old heart beating. LOL.
Thanks for stopping by!!
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Using internet abbreviations in everyday conversation
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Posted:Apr 30, 2008 5:11 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2008 12:42 am
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I have to admit. I am doing something now that I used to think was really annoying.
I have been using internet/text abbreviations in my verbal communication. I used to think that it was quite goofy and annoying.
Now I find myself saying WTF or OMG or BRB and it just rolls off the tongue and seems quite natural.
Now that I do it, it doesn't seem quite as annoying anymore. LOL 
I had to tell on myself and be honest though.
TTYS! LOL
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me, 2 girls and the women's restroom in the bar
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Posted:Apr 30, 2008 5:09 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2008 12:46 am
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Ok. There is this big ongoing joke at our meet and greet's about people going into the restroom together. Sometimes it is two girls in the womens restroom. Sometimes it's a girl and guy. Sometimes two girls and a guy. You get the picture. The people that run the bar are very friendly with the pervert group we call the Indy Sex Freaks. They let us get away with stuff in the bar that other bars would ban us or call the cops.
Up until recently, I never had the pleasure to partake in that experience. Until a good friend decided to put an end to that. She wanted to show my wife and I her breasts. We decided that would be the best time to do it.
They were "Magical"  *Y*
Needless to say, we both really enjoyed the show and I got my cherry popped on the women's restroom thing.
I really want to thank this friend for sharing. She will read this I am sure!!
Thanks for stopping by!
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Another crazy night at the strip club
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Posted:Apr 29, 2008 8:22 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2008 12:47 am
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We went to our favorite spot last weekend. We had a really good time.
The hottest dancer in the club spent about 90% of the time we were there hanging out with us. Sitting on the wife's lap and talking. She is really a down to earth person. We have no illusion that we will ever hook up or anything. We just really enjoy talking to her. And I think she likes having a couple of real people that are not trying to do the peacock strut and get in her panties.
Well there were these two crazy looking dudes  that were sitting a few tables down from us. I saw them checking the wife out. They got more and more intersted as the dancers she is friendly with came up and hugged her and talked to her and even more interested when she went up to the stage and put herself in a boobie sandwich (gosh I love that place )
After a while, one of the dudes came walking up to our table.
I will briefly add here that I am a pretty big guy and have been told by some that I am intimidating and/or scary at times. Those that know me, know that I am a big teddy bear. They also know that the papa bear can get a little angry and defend his family if needed.
Anyway, this guy walks up and said
"Do you mind if I dance for your wife"
Other than that being stupid as fuck to say, I was really surprised and almost laughed in his face.
I said "actually I do mind and no you cannot"
I was proud of myself for being calm and not calling him an a-hole or a retard or anything like that.
He said OK and then walked off. Didn't hear anything the rest of the night.
Then..... we are getting ready to leave. My wife is telling her friend goodbye and we suddenly see a disturbance break out. About 10 bouncers swooped in from nowhere and grabbed a couple of guys and drug them out the door. It was kinda cool. Apparently they ordered a round at last call and then got kind of shitty with the waitress (she is really nice) saying it was too much $$ and they wouldn't pay for it and they wanted her to take it off. She got one of the head guys and the dude got lippy with him and he told the guys to leave and the guy pushed him and then it was all over from there.
What a night. Good company. Good entertainment. And a lot of retards.
Thanks for stopping by!
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doing something good sometimes doesn't always feel good
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Posted:Apr 27, 2008 10:52 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2008 12:56 am
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I did something good today. Well my family did. My wife and and I did some volunteer work today. It was for a March of Dimes events called March for babies.
March of dimes helps babies. Sick babies. Preemies, birth defects, things like that.
We did a lot of inane, mindless tasks, but we were there to help. It felt soooo good and felt good to help a worthy cause.
But it brought back some really bad memories. The whole story ended up with a good ending, but it was some rough times.
I have cried and cried today. (yes, real men do cry)
Our was a preemie. He was two months early. He weighed about the same amount as a quart of milk. He was tiny. I was in the operating room when she had him. She was knocked out of course.
She had something called pre-eclampsia (sp?) I'm sure most women have heard of it. It really messes with pregnant women's blood pressure, organ functions and can cause seizures and death. It was a rough pregnancy all around. She was nauseous all of the time and then the blood pressure issues started.
She was in the hospital for about 24 hours before she had him. They had her on medication that was supposed to help the problem for a very short term basis. The only cure is to deliver the baby. They gave her some injections/iv's that had medication that was supposed to help his lungs speed up in maturity.
When they cut her open and took him out he was so little. He wasn't breathing. He had doctors and nurses surrounding him. They used the puffy plastic thing with the mask that they squeeze to help people breath when they aren't breathing.
They rushed him out and to the neonatal unit. I didn't get to hear him cry and barely got to see him. It was scary.
They finished up the surgery on my wife and took her to her recovery room. She was in a critical care type place where she had a nurse assigned to her 24 hours a day.
Once she came to, the neonatologist came to our room. Our was struggling. They wanted to use a new drug on him to help his lungs. Of course with anything like that, there was a list a mile long of things that could go wrong. I asked the doctor to cut the shit and tell me what he would do if it was his baby. He said he would do it. We looked at each other and she shook her head yes and I agreed and said "Do it".
A few hours later I was able to go into the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit). As I sat there with him crying my eyes out, her obgyn came in. He told me that it was a rough time and that I almost lost both of them.
WTF. I knew she was not doing well, but I didn't realize that it was that close to things going really bad for her. I cried more and more.
It was about a week before my wife could go and see him. I know it was killing her. She was recovering pretty well. The nurses and doctors were sooooo good to us. And they took great care of him.
Exactly a month (on mothers day of all days) He came home. He was a half gallon of milk by then. He had an apnea monitor that would go off in the night if he stopped breathing. A feather hitting the floor could have woke us at that point.
It was a hard first 6 months or so. He woke up to eat just about every hour. We were both exhausted and would lay and arm fight everytime he woke up to see who would feed him. It was a really rough time. There were some other family issues going on at the same time and an uncertainty of where we were going to live. We were even without a place to live for about 12 hours until a kind family member took us in until our house was ready to move into.
All in all, it was a good experience. We have a healthy (although a spoiled brat) boy now and he has no residual problems. My wife is healthy and also has no residual effects from that experience.
I smile every day thinking of how lucky I am to have them both. How lonely I would be in this world without them. How my life would have been a total wreck and I probably would have spiraled out of control and been dead by now if they hadn't made it.
But right now, I am crying.  So bad I cannot hardly read what I type. But there is a smile behind it. And soon the emotions of the event today will subside and I will be back to normal. I was supposed to leave home and go to the gym about 30 minutes ago, but I had to get this out. It really helps.
Hug someone you love today. Call someone you love and miss. Tell someone you love them.
Thanks the stars above  that the good things you have, have worked out the way they have and know that there are better days ahead.
Thanks for stopping by.
Indyman
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