Submission

My final assignment in Photography 1 was Light Painting. After playing around with moving my subject, I settled on some stills. This is my favorite, and though he's anything BUT submissive, when he is quiet and inside of himself, this is exactly what he's like. I love this for the lighting, for the story, and for the beauty that is my husband.

Lent - I Figured it Out

I'm giving up HNT for Lent.

Just kidding.

I gave up talk radio.

This is Funky, and that is all.

Come A Little Bit Closer

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man*
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

*insert non-gender specific noun here

This is Funky, and that is all.

Nothing to Wear

Overworked and Underdressed

You see that pile of laundry in the upper right corner?

Seriously -- I need a maid.

This is Funky, and that is all.

HNT Manatee

I was trying to work up something with a hint of sexy, but my manatee kept getting in the way.

See how happy he is? He's smiling and everything.

I think he likes you.


This is Funky, and that is all.

Me & My Manatee

*posted via Flickr because Blogger sucks ASS tonight.*

Last week I dug into my archives to find a picture that expressed the level of distress I was feeling at being away from my LoveBug.

With absolutely no fanfare at all, I introduced a series I had long ago planned for HNT.

Me & My Manatee



Allow me to introduce you to my manatee. He has no name -- he is just my manatee. I bought him a few years ago at the Lowry Park Zoo. Lowry is amazing in their committment to nursing injured manatees back to health. I spoke at length with one of the workers and became passionate about the plight of manatees at the hands of selfish and stupid boaters. I bought my manatee and took him home to remind me to work for the cause.

One night soon thereafter, one of our pillows came up missing. Now see, I have to lay my head on one pillow, while resting my face on another pillow. With one pillow missing, I was forced to cuddle up to my manatee. It was the best night's sleep ever. Since that time, I do NOT go to sleep without him. He is more important than my pillow or my blankets. He has become my security blanket, my cuddle buddy, my very special sleepy time friend.

So one night a few months back I shot some photos with my manatee. I will be exposing you to them, as I expose not only parts of my nekkidness, but the very childish side of me that now has to sleep with a stuffed animal.

This is Funky, and that is all.

Because I'm Really Nekkid Without Him

This has really and truly been the day from hell. I can't believe how hard it is to do nothing.

Just so you know -- there is no price tag too steep to keep me from him. Yes, airfare was ridiculous, but that was only one hurdle: we have kids here that needed a parent/guardian who could take care of them properly. My mom is not well enough, though she offered. We have workers coming in to do more stuff in the kitchen. We have a legal proceeding that must be attended too. We have stuff, and the bottom line is that I let him talk me in to staying put.

I'm just amazed at the outpouring of love for my LoveBug, including you Texas Bloggers who have offered to go see him in my stead. You know, he has lots of friends there who attended the meeting with him, but knowing that MY friends are representing just makes me feel warm and tingly. It's the small comfort in the midst of the big bad.

He sailed through the surgery and we've spoken during his lucid moments. He's sore, but not too uncomfortable. The staff at Medical City have been absolutely wonderful. Even the recovery nurse has called me to see if I needed anything.

I do, of course. I need my husband home, or I need to be with my husband. I'm more than half-nekkid without him. I'm fully exposed.

This is Funky, and that is all.
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