<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-1230073494773788257</id><updated>2016-11-15T10:41:03.707-04:00</updated><category term="HNT"/><category term="being autumn"/><category term="just for fun"/><category term="really cool chicks"/><category term="boy toys"/><category term="lucky girl"/><category term="sexy time"/><category term="misty thoughts"/><category term="desire"/><category term="boobies"/><category term="sweet ass"/><category term="holidays"/><category term="hotness"/><category term="can you believe that shit?"/><category term="party like a rock star"/><category term="music I can shake my ass to"/><category term="laughing my ass off"/><category term="may i seduce you?"/><category term="the nerve of some people"/><category term="love lost"/><category term="music to my ears"/><category term="yummy treats"/><category term="simple truths"/><category term="eat a beaver"/><category term="birthdays"/><category term="dating"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="drama"/><category term="help me please"/><category term="relay for life"/><category term="misty monday confessions"/><category term="sex toys"/><category term="dancing"/><category term="funky scars"/><category term="books I love"/><category term="adult toy shoppe-reviews"/><category term="kissing girls"/><category term="mirrors"/><category term="TMI"/><category term="tv obsessions"/><category term="great movies"/><title type='text'>The First Day of Autumn</title><subtitle type='html'>Blah Blah Blah...love me or hate me, what the fuck ever!  If you enjoy what I have to say, sweet!  If not, sorry I am not your flavor.  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I have green eyes. &lt;br /&gt;2. I have a gluten free diet now due to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.celiac.ca/&quot;&gt;Celiac Disease&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;3. Currently I am single. &lt;br /&gt;4. I&#39;m a clumsy girl. I have fallen down multiple flights of stairs over the years. &lt;br /&gt;5. I really like structure in my life. &lt;br /&gt;6. Definitely a confidant... &lt;br /&gt;7. I haven&#39;t always been thin. &lt;br /&gt;8. Horror movies suck. Far too stressful for my taste. &lt;br /&gt;9. I love quirky humor the most. &lt;br /&gt;10. I accept my flaws and acknowledge them internally without having negative self thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;11. I&#39;m learning to live for Today. &lt;br /&gt;12. Dancing like no one is watching out in public feels wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;13. Life seems to have become much more social outside the home. &lt;br /&gt;14. My ex husband and I do not see eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;15. I have a child who suffers from depression.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a child who has ADHD.&lt;br /&gt;17. My family history is very sordid I&#39;ve discovered.&lt;br /&gt;18. I cut my hair short last year and decided that I really need long hair to feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;19. Jigsaw puzzles are awesome and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;20. Watching Jeopardy! and getting the right answers makes me feel really smart.&lt;br /&gt;21. Still smiling every single day.&lt;br /&gt;22. My car currently has no heat and it&#39;s really freaking cold here in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;23. Since the beginning of February I&#39;ve had no radio in the car either, couldn&#39;t get the code.&lt;br /&gt;24. I love my Cancer Society work, yet struggle with fundraising.&lt;br /&gt;25. I recently fell in love but it wasn&#39;t to be as he doesn&#39;t feel the same way for me.&lt;br /&gt;26. I&#39;m not mad at him in the least and think he&#39;s a really great person.  We are still friends and see one another occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;27. Experience makes life interesting.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;28. My voice has changed due to smoking.&lt;br /&gt;29. Girls, Sons of Anarchy and Game of Thrones are my current TV obsessions.&lt;br /&gt;30. I&#39;m pretty resourceful when I need to be.  :) &lt;br /&gt;31. I&#39;ve discovered that I truly NEED personal time to properly function.&lt;br /&gt;32. If I have a free night, I am sometimes torn between being alone and being social.&lt;br /&gt;33. I am blessed to have people who love me and appreciate my quirks.&lt;br /&gt;34. Having my dishes done every day helps make my mind at peace.&lt;br /&gt;35. My older son will be 18 years old this year.  How the hell did that happen?!&lt;br /&gt;36. Being a mother is beautiful and scary all at once.&lt;br /&gt;37. I found out last year that my bones are soft and I will likely have Osteoporosis.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;38. Running would be so wonderful for me.  I&#39;ve been walking with a friend, it&#39;s coming.&lt;br /&gt;39. Hiking is SO much fun.&lt;br /&gt;40. I&#39;m small but mighty.&lt;br /&gt;41. I LOVE FOOD.  Just in a general way.  Could never starve myself.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;42. I&#39;m aging gracefully thus far.  How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;43. Younger men seem to be attracted to me when I&#39;m out.&lt;br /&gt;44. I enjoy younger men.&lt;br /&gt;45. I don&#39;t object to men my own age, however, they must be able to keep up with my energy. &lt;br /&gt;46. It&#39;s taken me several months to compose this post.&lt;br /&gt;47. As of the beginning of July, I officially resigned from my position as Leadership Chair in an organization.&lt;br /&gt;48. I held said position for 4 years...WOW! &lt;br /&gt;49. My son is graduating next June and I had to make a choice so that I am focused on my family first.&lt;br /&gt;50. My ex husband moved out of province 2 years ago, however, has just moved back to the area.&lt;br /&gt;51. BOO for me...WONDERFUL for my boys!&lt;br /&gt;52. My eldest son did not want to continue with shared custody and came to live with me full time in January of 2013.&lt;br /&gt;53. I was happy to have him, yet greatly saddened at the breakdown of his father/son relationship.&lt;br /&gt;54. My sincere hope is that having his father and family back in the province will help that situation.&lt;br /&gt;55. As I write this, there is a 25 year reunion going on for the graduating class of 1990, just a year after my own.  &lt;br /&gt;56. My high school boyfriend graduated that year and I am seriously considering Reunion Crashing.  &lt;br /&gt;57. I wear a tiara on my birthday.  It&#39;s my day and I&#39;ll brag if I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwZiXxLglNM/Vbbl3IC4EwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/35nvDbo8J0s/s1600/IMG_20150710_074405845.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwZiXxLglNM/Vbbl3IC4EwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/35nvDbo8J0s/s200/IMG_20150710_074405845.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Last summer, I tried online dating.  I stopped going onto the site by September. &lt;br /&gt;59. It served a purpose, as the goal was to meet new people *men*, which I did.&lt;br /&gt;60. There are 2 men who I&#39;ve kept in touch with, though I am quite sure it&#39;s down to 1 now.  &lt;br /&gt;61. The one remaining is a complete and utter mystery, but I am somehow drawn, though I only see him once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;62. Bras are very uncomfortable and I try to wear things that don&#39;t require one, especially when it&#39;s warm outside.&lt;br /&gt;63. Good news!  The car radio is working.  Still need to get things fixed up for heat upcoming.  &lt;br /&gt;64. I&#39;m getting more grey hairs but they are randomly dispersed and are of no great concern.&lt;br /&gt;65. Have you all watched &quot;Orange is the New Black&quot;?  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;66. I&#39;ve been working for the same company for nearly 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;67. Skinny men are my preference physically.  I will notice you first, men with runner&#39;s bodies!&lt;br /&gt;68. I am in need of a very positive and calm partner.&lt;br /&gt;69. Finding a mate is all about finding your &quot;brand of weird&quot; in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;70. We all have our baggage and need to find another who can help us as much as we can help them, thus understanding.&lt;br /&gt;71. I am both open to finding love and afraid of finding it simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;72. Negative people aren&#39;t healthy for me, so I keep them at a distance as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;73. Last fall, my eldest son pointed out to his friends at my house that I have &quot;thigh gap&quot;.  Very uncomfortable since I didn&#39;t realize why he has asked me to stand still a moment.  &lt;br /&gt;74. I have so much energy!  Whew, I wear myself out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;75. By the way, I totally DID crash the high school reunion party.  It wasn&#39;t formal, just held at a bar open to the public as well.  It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;76. I&#39;m ever grateful for the good people I have met throughout my life.  &lt;br /&gt;77. In my teen years, I was heavily involved in religion.  &lt;br /&gt;78. I believe it helped to keep me out of trouble in my youth.  &lt;br /&gt;79. Just saved it for later is all.  hahaha &lt;br /&gt;80. For various reasons, I am much calmer today than I&#39;ve ever been.&lt;br /&gt;81. You know?  I flipped through my facebook profile and discovered that I really &lt;b&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/b&gt; say anything negative on there.  Cool beans.&lt;br /&gt;82. I am obsessed with &quot;So You Think You Can Dance&quot;.  Seriously. &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKIdpmZFD0s&quot;&gt;Watch This&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;83. I think that my best friend Sunshine may have met the man she will marry.  Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;84. She jokes about eloping and I told her NO NO NO!  Not unless I&#39;m stowed away.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;85. I have so much love in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;86. Summer humidity is working well with my curls right now.  Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;87. I would very much enjoy being desired for my mind.&lt;br /&gt;88. Making mental &quot;grateful lists&quot; is extremely helpful.&lt;br /&gt;89. Having someone in my life that can cook for me would be incredibly nice.&lt;br /&gt;90. I deserve happiness.&lt;br /&gt;91. So do YOU.&lt;br /&gt;92. I am a secret closet hoarder *mostly paper stuff*  and I try to purge but struggle with it.&lt;br /&gt;93. My current state of mind feels very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;94. I still have work to do and am not yet jogging.&lt;br /&gt;95. I&#39;m totally into someone who understands what mutual pleasure really means.&lt;br /&gt;96. That goes for non-sexual and sexual situations.&lt;br /&gt;97. My Bubba turns 12 next month.  Again...WTF?&lt;br /&gt;98. I got another &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.ca/2012/12/just-breathe.html&quot;&gt;tattoo&lt;/a&gt; since my original 100 things post.&lt;br /&gt;99. People often touch me with kindness.  Sometimes I don&#39;t know what to do with it all.  :)&lt;br /&gt;100. I am going to my &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.ca/2010/09/peaceful-place-hnt.html&quot;&gt;&quot;peaceful place&quot;&lt;/a&gt; with the boys just before school starts...ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4130839249154998533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=4130839249154998533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4130839249154998533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4130839249154998533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2015/07/another-100-things-about-me.html' title='Another 100 things about me'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwZiXxLglNM/Vbbl3IC4EwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/35nvDbo8J0s/s72-c/IMG_20150710_074405845.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-6002162806482394596</id><published>2015-03-18T01:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2015-03-18T01:54:26.252-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="can you believe that shit?"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hotness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just for fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laughing my ass off"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party like a rock star"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="really cool chicks"/><title type='text'>Classy Lady, yep, that&#39;s me...</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve said this before and it doesn&#39;t hurt to say it again...damn I&#39;m clumsy.  You can totally dress me up but there&#39;s no saying how long I&#39;ll say in all together good condition, especially in the winter.  Case in point, last weekend I went out to the nudey bar with some friends *at the birthday girl&#39;s request, of course*.  After arriving home not too many drinks in, I slipped on some ice and fell directly onto my ass.  So awesome, as you can well imagine.  It was on the cheek rather than the tailbone to my great relief.  I fell down a few days later while home at lunch and got called out by the mailman.  He was kind and said &quot;you Ok?  Probably hurt your pride most of all.&quot;  So fucking true.  Holy hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large blue bruise on that asscheek I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks before that I went out on the town for the first time in a few years.  What I mean is that I drank with a friend and went to the area of the city where there is a cluster of dance bars and partied our little asses off.  ;)  Different kind of clumsy that night really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I really do enjoy a good party night and this was no exception.  *By the way, this is a very long way to tell you a clumsy story but please forgive me as I really do get distracted by shiny things* Several months ago I ran into a couple of ladies who I met a long time ago and hadn&#39;t seen in at least 14 years.  After they got over the initial shock of the smallness of me, we exchanged numbers and eventually did the facebook thing.  One of the ladies is single and really likes to go out.  She had asked me several times over the past few months and finally we got together.  We drank wine as we got ready and had a wonderful time just talking and laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so MAYBE we overdid it just a little bit...took a cab to bar #1 where I b-lined for the washroom to relieve myself of some of the wine.  I wish I could say that I just had to pee, but alas...vomit was upon me.  I managed to be extremely tidy about the whole affair, cleaned up, reapplied the lipstick and headed out for a drink.  Yeah...that&#39;s how I roll sometimes.  I found my way to the dance floor and was having a grand ole time when I was tapped on the shoulder and asked to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?  FOR REAL?  BUT I&#39;M HAVING SO MUCH FUN!  Ok fine, so yeah I think someone heard me in the washroom or perhaps I was having more trouble standing than I thought.  ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the bar #2 we went with gusto!  I was so ON that night, talking to all sorts of random people and really having a bit of a party in head, which didn&#39;t hurt.  While always keeping her in my line of sight, I left my friend at the bar and headed to find a dance partner.  Truthfully if I like the song enough I will simply go alone to the dance floor, find a group of girls or a man who catches my eye and get my groove on.  Mmm mmm I love to dance!  Next thing I know my friend has been told to leave.  BOO!  In both cases it was sited that we were just plain too drunk.  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to bar #3, which is really several bars under the same name.  It&#39;s kinda cool really because just walking through a set of open doors and down a platform to stairs brings you to a whole different vibe.  It&#39;s the place where everyone goes last though because it&#39;s open late.  &quot;Last chance for romance&quot; sort of place, although really, I wasn&#39;t out to pick up.  I&#39;m all about dancing.  I like to work out the sex stuff in advance when at all possible.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a fabulous time.  I had just gotten a haircut and was feeling really awesome.  As you can read I am going out and being with people, which is ultimately very good for me.  Having the boys here full time instead of shared has made such an impact on personal time in my comfort zone.  I needed to learn to be more comfortable in the environment of others.  I find this a bit of a challenge but it is going really well.  Life is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m going out again this coming weekend and hope to take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you will find a bobblehead picture of me.  I was SO excited because I got my feet into the picture...yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AY7GdiHjSjM/VPUwRDYor2I/AAAAAAAARZw/IZg9gj2Cq0c/s1600/005.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zUmSC7x_IE/VPUwRCrc8pI/AAAAAAAARZ0/AEQVBqIjzgo/s1600/who%2Bsays....jpg&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6002162806482394596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=6002162806482394596&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/6002162806482394596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/6002162806482394596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2015/03/classy-lady-yep-thats-me.html' title='Classy Lady, yep, that&#39;s me...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zUmSC7x_IE/VPUwRCrc8pI/AAAAAAAARZ0/AEQVBqIjzgo/s72-c/who%2Bsays....jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-3697625916535707246</id><published>2015-02-23T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-02-23T23:54:11.644-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misty monday confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misty thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="really cool chicks"/><title type='text'>Misty Monday Confessions of life in general</title><content type='html'>OK, so I&#39;ve been away for like ever so what the fuck, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahhh life.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High on the ah, low on the life...that&#39;s how Red and I say it when we&#39;re talking about this and that.  Life moves on.  It doesn&#39;t stop for nothin. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2013 was a total dud, though there&#39;s never a year where NOTHING good happens.  There was a lot going on concerning custody I&#39;m not even going to elaborate because it&#39;s far too complex and I don&#39;t feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2014 improved but was filled with rough patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*obviously there&#39;s a huge amount of information that I&#39;m excluding but it&#39;s 11:35 and I&#39;ve only got 24 minutes left of Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I LOVE my private time.  I&#39;ve experienced MUCH less of it in the past couple of years but I am adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My kids are living here with me full time now.  have been since July of 2013, the eldest since January of that same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My friend Red was having some troubled times and also lived here on and off over the past couple of years as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I went on a dating site and tried it that way.  I felt less confident after two months than I had before I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I still love sex and am in the pursuit of happiness...&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can&#39;t believe what I&#39;m leaving out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitch is back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo &lt;br /&gt;loves autumn</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3697625916535707246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=3697625916535707246&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3697625916535707246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3697625916535707246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2015/02/misty-monday-confessions-of-life-in.html' title='Misty Monday Confessions of life in general'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-6032045331582106733</id><published>2012-12-26T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-12-27T11:23:39.596-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boobies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hotness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misty thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the nerve of some people"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yummy treats"/><title type='text'>Peek-a-Boo Cheer HNT</title><content type='html'>This year went by even faster than ever! *note, i said that last year too*  I somehow always feel shocked when the year is gone.  Is it just me, or does that happen to all of you as well?  No question age has something to do with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been extremely eventful.  When we decide to have children, we give careful consideration to how our parenting skills will be with infants and toddlers, given that those the first stages, and while we realize they DO grow up, we don&#39;t consider all the trials and tribulations ahead.  I think if we had the true foresight...we would be much more frightened by our daunting tasks.  As I wrote &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1230073494773788257#editor/target=post;postID=4176803058007855105&quot;&gt;over here&lt;/a&gt;, my first born is growing up at a rapid pace.  I am well aware of the nature of teenage boys and really, I get it...however, there will never be a time when I give him permission to have sex in my home or provide my teenage son with a place to do that.  Obviously I cannot control what he does outside these walls, but we, as parents must make sure to communicate with the parents of their love interests so that everyone is on the same page.  Should be a given, but some folks just don&#39;t give a shit.  The mother of the last girlfriend made zero effort to communicate, in fact made very bad choices and kept us from speaking with our son while he was in her home.  The kids did break up shortly after all the drama.  Little miss was less than satisfied with our decision to keep visits limited to our homes.  Fast forward to the following month when, two days before Relay in June, as my son tells me (after many discussions about his recent insomnia) that he is suicidal.  I cannot tell you how I felt in that moment.  We spoke again that night, (since these words were spoken on the way to the school bus before work) and we got him into an emergency counselling session the following day and throughout the entire summer.  He was also cutting his arms and hiding it under hoodies and 3/4 sleeve shirts.  We are watching him closely, however, he has a new love interest who is quite lovely and appears to have many future goals for herself.  They have known one another since they were in grade three and we are feeling pretty good about how things are going right now.  As Os wrote in his &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.ca/2012/12/three-christmas-wishes-nonhnt-2012.html&quot;&gt;Three Christmas Wishes post&lt;/a&gt;, I will most definitely need the multi colored fly swatters in the near future.  And to think...I have to go through this again in just a few more years with bubba.  All I can do is the best I can do.  This too shall pass.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd that was a total downer!  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all!  2013 is going to be absolutely FABULOUS I can feel it.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not real keen on &quot;putting myself out there&quot; to the local dating pools, however, I am setting goals for the next year to really make an effort to accept invitations to social gatherings, regardless of whether or not I can eat the food offered.  I know it sounds funny, but my sensitivities are quite severe and have turned me into one of those annoying types in restaurants who ask a million questions to the staff.  I avoid eating out and choose to cook for myself mostly.  I do understand though, that I will never get out of my bubble comfort zone if I do not make an effort in this area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be compiling my&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.ca/2009/01/burning-ceremonies-and-jello-shots-it_04.html&quot;&gt; burn list&lt;/a&gt; this weekend.   I was going to link the original post but have just discovered that when they changed the blogger program, all the posts that were transferred from my wordpress blog are GONE from my post list.  This is making me a little cranky.  I am off to check my blog and see if they are still actually posted...more later...ta-daaaaa!!! &amp;nbsp;They are still on my blog, thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friend mr. unreliable, who I have spoken about before decided that this year I needed some Christmas gifts.  He got me a couple of kitchen things, some yoga gear and the attire seen below...ulterior motives hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4ecjT3dRRA/UNKE_kkGWbI/AAAAAAAAQXk/zClqeDuoKHs/s400/peekaboo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKseJc_IhmQ/UNKE6YmOxYI/AAAAAAAAQXU/sqb_gZBEsv8/s400/mclaus1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bo2o_0fc2E/UNKFB6VhjqI/AAAAAAAAQXs/622X9dfEn4A/s400/peekaboo1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UteSLtKiDi8/UNKE8lCNgJI/AAAAAAAAQXc/wH_8tKYR71A/s400/msclaus4.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go see &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&lt;/a&gt;, leave a comment and let everyone know your post is up! happy thursday...ummm...I totally forgot to use these links in the post.  oops! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below to see some sultry photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6032045331582106733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=6032045331582106733&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/6032045331582106733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/6032045331582106733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/12/peek-boo-cheer-hnt.html' title='Peek-a-Boo Cheer HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKseJc_IhmQ/UNKE6YmOxYI/AAAAAAAAQXU/sqb_gZBEsv8/s72-c/mclaus1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-3721695872339905671</id><published>2012-12-05T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-07-27T23:18:33.831-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boobies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love lost"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simple truths"/><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><content type='html'>I haven&#39;t written much in a long time now.  I have so much to say, but where to start?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new tattoo that I wanted to show you all once you&#39;re done reading...now don&#39;t just ignore the text you dirty little freaks!  It&#39;s important information you know.  I went to the same guy that did my&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.ca/2010/08/new-ink-hnt.html&quot;&gt; butterfly&lt;/a&gt; since he did such a great job.  This one represents to me the need to take a moment...step back and calm myself before doing or saying anything.  I have a bad history of anxiety issues that have caused me great upset in the past and I&#39;ve been striving for years now *quite successfully I might add* to find that balance...that inner peace that makes every day incidents easier to accept and deal with.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  I&#39;m sitting here seriously trying to determine what to say in this particular post.  I think I will just go ahead and say it...the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.ca/2009/12/by-twinkling-lights.html&quot;&gt;dirty blond&lt;/a&gt; and I have parted ways.  It happened in July (shortly after my birthday) but I saw it coming.  It is meant to be this way, but as I have indicated on multiple occasions right here in this blog...I always knew it would come to an end at some point, so while very sad, it is tolerable.  The age difference and complications are just too great to overcome.  I promised to write him a letter, sort of the story of us I suppose.  I am struggling with it because it brings up so much raw emotion in me.  We are still friends, of course.  Since that fateful day in July we have seen one another 3 times.  Once in mid August, September, and then for our last intimate encounter...less than 2 weeks ago.  He hasn&#39;t shared my bed to sleep since July though.  Since I made a replica of his fine, fine cock during that last visit *the conclusion of our business together* I will have to write a separate post for that.  Intrigued?  I sure hope so!  It was so much fun.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I will leave it at that for now.  I sure hope to get a little feedback from anyone interested in knowing what&#39;s up in my world.  I am so sorry to be such a bad blogger friend.  I am so grateful that I found this place to share my thoughts whenever it suits me.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlT8LhXYfDc/ULKtZ8oTZmI/AAAAAAAAQVk/7GPv_Xfj3jw/s400/100_5253.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGMhcXdb16w/ULKtZI9OPxI/AAAAAAAAQVY/yzS3pmLXslE/s400/100_5252.JPG&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please - slick with coconut oil haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3721695872339905671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=3721695872339905671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3721695872339905671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3721695872339905671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/12/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGMhcXdb16w/ULKtZI9OPxI/AAAAAAAAQVY/yzS3pmLXslE/s72-c/100_5252.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-2081925303133452417</id><published>2012-11-25T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-12-23T15:40:03.643-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweet ass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yummy treats"/><title type='text'>My Favorite Things...a re-post from years past</title><content type='html'>I spent a lot of time writing this little song...enjoy!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the tune of &quot;My Favorite Things&quot; from &quot;The Sound of Music&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partner who&#39;ll call me his &quot;little sex kitten&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;Warm sunny days that require no mittens  &lt;br /&gt;Pretty pink boxes of bright shiny bling  &lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexytime, lovers and pink leather paddles  &lt;br /&gt;Spanking my ass now be quiet, don&#39;t tattle!  &lt;br /&gt;Butterflies gliding on colorful wings  &lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleek, stylish outfits and open toed sandals  &lt;br /&gt;Candy and chocolate and sweet smelling candles &lt;br /&gt;Sipping a beer on the deck in the spring  &lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there&#39;s pimples   and bad hair days   &lt;br /&gt;When I&#39;m feeling sad &lt;br /&gt;I simply remember my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;and then I don&#39;t feel so baaaaaaaaad! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2081925303133452417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=2081925303133452417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/2081925303133452417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/2081925303133452417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/11/my-favorite-thingsa-re-post-from-years.html' title='My Favorite Things...a re-post from years past'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-1032615108895331057</id><published>2012-09-24T19:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-24T19:28:45.855-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="can you believe that shit?"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misty monday confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the nerve of some people"/><title type='text'>Password Reset</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I hadn&#39;t checked my email for several days and when I did look last night, I found a message from wordpress.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You see, before I had this beautifully designed custom blog by&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogbunnie.blogspot.ca/&quot;&gt; Blogbunnie&lt;/a&gt;...I had a loverly wordpress blog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ms.blogbunnie/&quot;&gt;Ms.Blogbunnie&lt;/a&gt; transferred my posts (with the exception of a few that simply didn&#39;t make it)&amp;nbsp;from there to here when she designed it, so my email addy is still the same and all of that.&amp;nbsp; Curious, wouldn&#39;t you say that someone would go into my old blog to request a new password?&amp;nbsp; hmmmm...I don&#39;t consider myself to be a spiteful or grudging person, however, the first name that came to mind was&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.ca/2008/12/pig-deserves-pig_01.html&quot;&gt; the pig&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; After these four growing, healing years it came to mind unwanted, and while I hate that it comes to mind at all...I can&#39;t help but wonder.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps that sounds a bit paranoid and ridiculous, but trust me...he is the type of man who might spot you in a store, follow behind you and spit on your back just because of his negative feelings towards you.&amp;nbsp; Seriously...I kid you not.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise, I would have to say it was some random thing, I dunno...some fucked up hacker or something?&amp;nbsp; Any thoughts on why someone would try to get into my private places...hmmm?&amp;nbsp; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1032615108895331057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=1032615108895331057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/1032615108895331057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/1032615108895331057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/09/password-reset.html' title='Password Reset'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-4176803058007855105</id><published>2012-05-09T23:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T18:19:09.370-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misty thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relay for life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simple truths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the nerve of some people"/><title type='text'>There&#39;s teen drama interrupting my bubble world</title><content type='html'>Wow, it&#39;s been a while.  Holy hell, they&#39;ve changed the whole blogger area here.  Excuse me while I re-adjust...I don&#39;t dig change you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of business first.  Relay For Life in my community is only weeks away.  Coming right up on June 15th and I&#39;m excited to report that I DID take on the Leadership role with a co-chair.  I&#39;m still the bitch in charge though...what?!  I absolutely LOVE my volunteer position and am learning soooo many new things. Too many ooooo&#39;s?  Get over it.  I&#39;m in a mood tonight, and I&#39;ll tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have had concerns about it for a couple of months now, it has come to my attention via my ex-husband *who was finally able to drag the info out of our first born* that my son, who incidentally, is only 14 years old (turning 15 in Oct) has absolutely, positively had SEX with his girlfriend!  Now, I don&#39;t know about all you fiends, but i was 16 my first time.  Even that wasn&#39;t quite old enough and I am currently mourning the loss of my son&#39;s age of innocence.  I&#39;m so sad.  I had to go over the the girlfriend&#39;s house and tell her mother tonight, which quite frankly, I could have done without, but what can you do?  My ex-hus, his wife and I are taking a united front on this subject.  We all feel that this happened on someone else&#39;s watch.  This is not a blame-game situation.  The fact is, they are not left alone in private situations at my house, nor his father&#39;s.  They are, however, permitted to pass time alone in his girlfriend&#39;s bedroom.  Her mother thought that since her daughter said they weren&#39;t being intimate, she could trust in that...even though she had a child at the age of 14.  Wow...I mean WOW.  I&#39;m feeling all sorts of things right now.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know I&#39;m down for sex...hell!  I love sex, but I&#39;m an adult.  I&#39;m entitled to do as I please in that regard and I know to protect myself.  My son called me tonight.  His girlfriend nearly broke up with him because I was over there accusing her of things to her mother and he was pissed...WHAT?  WHAT?  He said to me &quot;Mom, from now on, I&#39;d like you to stay out of my personal business.  She almost broke up with me.&quot;  I let him know under NO uncertain terms that it was definitely MY BUSINESS.  Simply doing my job is all.  I waited til we hung up to laugh.  Well, honestly, it was more of a crazy laugh while tears came out of my eyes.  I called Sunshine...she said, &quot;well, I&#39;m glad to hear you laughing at least&quot;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven&#39;t been here in quite some time but wow, my mind is just moving right along here...where&#39;s my fucking manual?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4176803058007855105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=4176803058007855105&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4176803058007855105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4176803058007855105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2012/05/theres-teen-drama-interrupting-my.html' title='There&#39;s teen drama interrupting my bubble world'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-4344573090929304062</id><published>2011-12-28T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:55:40.634-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hotness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="really cool chicks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simple truths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation"/><title type='text'>A Year in Review, and HNT...The Last Hoorah</title><content type='html'>This year has been...BAR NONE...the fastest of my life. I attribute this to low personal drama and increased activity in my day-to-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I&#39;ve gotten a handle on the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.celiac.ca/&quot;&gt;Celiac Disease &lt;/a&gt;concerns and am much more comfortable with my food boundaries, have adapted my own kitchen, and feel at ease going out socially.  I feel healthy and am more aware of what I put in my mouth.   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I&#39;ve stopped living in denial and accept the fact that I am, in fact, in a relationship with my dirty blond (old news to some). He is loving, kind, and is a &quot;doer&quot;.  He is always willing to lend a hand and finds clever solutions to life&#39;s little problems. He is an enhancement rather than a hindrance to my life, therefore I&#39;m keeping him. Yeah, I said it...what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  With the assistance of my ex husband, his wife, and my first born, we have done a fantastic job of helping my sweet bubba (my baby boy) to a happier day-to-day life as a hyper (yet not conclusively diagnosed ADHD) and intelligent little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I&#39;ve been emotionally available when my friends are in need of my attetion.  Things come up from time to time, and it sure helps when life is flowing along well with me.  I can really listen then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I still have a low tolerance for stupid people.  Nothing has changed.  As always, I keep an open mind to everyone I encounter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Though my computer time has drastically decreased, I still have great affection for some special people I&#39;ve met in the past 3-plus years writing this blog and participating in HNT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I&#39;m an impatient little princess sometimes!  Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it has been a really good year.  I took the boys away to visit Sunshine and her son for Christmas.  It was nice to spend time with my mother&#39;s family and have the boys over the holidays for a few consecutive days.  I&#39;m glad to be home, yet sad to be back to work so soon.  I need a vacation from my little vacation...and New Year&#39;s Eve is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my burn list goals is to set a little time aside to blog.  I like the interaction and it seems like once I get out of a habit, I find it difficult to work back in.  I&#39;m excited about &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Os&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; little project *wait for it if I&#39;ve posted too early* and hope to participate by posting comments over the next couple of nights.  I sincerely hope that you&#39;ve all had wonderful holidays and quality time with those you love.  Best wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of shots that I&#39;ve been holding on to for a while now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZroIpZlgSoU/TvutG02yPhI/AAAAAAAAO-o/TLyBh7u6Y0U/s520/legs%2Band%2Bblack%2Bpanties%2B013.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691332883632499394&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eLa-K0jkfk/TvutGotqKsI/AAAAAAAAO-Y/OEpnVQYZPy8/s400/legs%2Band%2Bblack%2Bpanties%2Bcrop%2B022.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; site to let folks know your post is up.  Pay special attention, read closely and comment freely! happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;45113638_202b79dc11&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/33/45232051_11095d7b9c_o.jpg&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;67&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below for beauty beyond imagining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4344573090929304062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=4344573090929304062&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4344573090929304062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4344573090929304062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-review-and-hntthe-last-hoorah.html' title='A Year in Review, and HNT...The Last Hoorah'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eLa-K0jkfk/TvutGotqKsI/AAAAAAAAO-Y/OEpnVQYZPy8/s72-c/legs%2Band%2Bblack%2Bpanties%2Bcrop%2B022.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-5490662044710686022</id><published>2011-11-23T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:23:17.259-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hotness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yummy treats"/><title type='text'>Little checked dress shirt HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Well hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been soooo out of the loop, I don&#39;t even know who&#39;s doing what *&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;or who for that matter hehe&lt;/span&gt;* but I took a few pictures and decided to drop by. My evenings have been quite full of social activity either in person, or on the telephone. I&#39;ve been finding things a bit hectic, yet happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did it become American Thanksgiving already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve had this window open since about nine this evening and am just now typing the text. I&#39;m a tired lady. We had our first major snowfall of the season. The roads were a mess, but we made it home safe and sound. All in all, not a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve got several drafts in my post list that I&#39;m really hoping to back to very soon. I hope everyone is feeling good as the festive season approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ToHpLVqJQXs/Ts2aGAMjR1I/AAAAAAAAORo/uv13pnczatY/s520/checked%2Bshirt%2B004.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678364139441078274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUUNP1K3Yew/Ts2aGXyzwAI/AAAAAAAAOR4/d1-LGYXHXqo/s400/checked%2Bshirt%2B005.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; site to let folks know your post is up, and of course to see his post! happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;45113638_202b79dc11&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/33/45232051_11095d7b9c_o.jpg&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;67&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what to do...click that button for more sultry images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5490662044710686022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=5490662044710686022&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/5490662044710686022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/5490662044710686022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-checked-dress-shirt-hnt.html' title='Little checked dress shirt HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUUNP1K3Yew/Ts2aGXyzwAI/AAAAAAAAOR4/d1-LGYXHXqo/s72-c/checked%2Bshirt%2B005.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-7092901204870896430</id><published>2011-11-11T11:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:26:20.069-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misty thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simple truths"/><title type='text'>Lest We Forget</title><content type='html'>Today is Remembrance Day. In the 11th month, on the 11th day, in the 11th hour we take time to remember all that our soldiers have done for us as a Country. It is an important day that gets less recognition as time passes. Old veterans die, and the significance of the day seems somewhat lost to our youth, unless we teach them and show them that it is still important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather, and his brother went overseas to fight for our way of life in World War II. My father spent much of my young life away from home serving in the military. My ex-husband and many of my friends and acquaintances over the years have served in the Canadian Forces. I do respect what they do for me, for my family, and for our Nation. I will remember.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7092901204870896430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=7092901204870896430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/7092901204870896430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/7092901204870896430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/11/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest We Forget'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-4063824374847528905</id><published>2011-10-21T21:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:51:31.734-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hotness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party like a rock star"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="really cool chicks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex toys"/><title type='text'>Make your kitty happy today hnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5u-kXlXmZ5Y/Tp91M2aJbxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/CriAzYd7ICI/s1600/DJ094906%255B2%255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665375719879438098&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5u-kXlXmZ5Y/Tp91M2aJbxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/CriAzYd7ICI/s200/DJ094906%255B2%255D.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdiCTMG228s/ThO3kIN9LQI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JcX8LWehrAc/s1600/banner_MYPH_160x267_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626042190825073922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdiCTMG228s/ThO3kIN9LQI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JcX8LWehrAc/s320/banner_MYPH_160x267_b.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am after over two months of silence...I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve ever been this quiet in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Ms. Kayla (my rep from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/&quot;&gt;Edenfantasys&lt;/a&gt;) sent me a free review item in the summer. She has been extremely patient while waiting for me to get it finished, and I want to say a big *thank you! you rock!* to her for that. It has been a hectic couple of months for me and mine. Various activities have left me with much less spare time. My computer completely crapped out in August, and while I didn&#39;t lose everything, a great deal of my hard efforts compiling Relay contacts have been lost. I&#39;ve been generally pissed off with technology and haven&#39;t been making a great effort to reconnect since getting my refurbished system up and running. Some blogger and real life friends have called/emailed to inquire about my lack of posts. Alright, I get the hint...it&#39;s time that Autumn speaks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve chosen a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/&quot;&gt;rabbit vibrator &lt;/a&gt;for review. It&#39;s sleek and pretty and it&#39;s called the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/white-heat-delights-medium&quot;&gt;white heat double delights&lt;/a&gt; (image at the top of this post). As you know, I&#39;ve got loves for things that help bring on a good orgasm. While I don&#39;t own a wide variety of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/&quot;&gt;sex toys&lt;/a&gt;, I definitely know what makes me feel good. I must admit that when I opened the box I was a bit apprehensive, but some things really do come in small packages...yay! The first thing I noticed were the spiral ridges running the entire length of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/white-heat-delights-medium/&quot;&gt;vibrator&lt;/a&gt;. I got myself all situated on my bed, coated the toy with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-lubricants/water-based/maximus&quot;&gt;maximus water based lube &lt;/a&gt;from my last &lt;a href=&quot;http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthdays-cool-vacations-and-big.html&quot;&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;. This waterproof, double bullet clit stimulator *plus more* is not particularly noisy...just a low hum really. I like the contour of the shaft. The flexible section before you reach the bullet on the shaft allows you to move it around for your pleasure. I had a slight problem adjusting the cap so that I could turn it on and not unscrew it, but once I got that straightened out, I was good to go. I tried it first on my clit only, testing the speed and pressure. I slid the shaft into my pussy and pressed it so that the other bullet was resting on my clit. With a slight push up, I was able to hit that soft, spongy spot that sends me gushing. I have a tendency to judge &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/&quot;&gt;sex toys &lt;/a&gt;not just based on if they make me cum, but how quickly and/or intensely it happens. So long as I am properly hydrated, I can orgasm many times. Such was the case with the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/white-heat-delights-medium&quot;&gt;white heat&lt;/a&gt; vibe. I would definitely give it a four star rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I enjoy the flexibility in the shaft. I explored with it a little...running the toy along my slit, down to my ass and back up again. The vibration level of this one really worked for me. I&#39;ve used it several times with the same results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my cousin Nessa turned 40 in September. We had a celebration for both of us at the peaceful place shortly after my birthday in July, but this time, she came here. Sunshine and I really wanted it to be special for Nessa as her husband is away for work often and wasn&#39;t around for her big 4-0. We wanted her to be surrounded by love and fun. We began with a delightful meal of bbq chicken, potatoes and veggies, followed by vast quantities of Como&#39;s, jello vodka shooters and tequila. A friend of mine who was also here baked a gluten free cake in a cock shaped pan. She decorated it with fondant icing, including some veins and cream filling. Mmm mmm good. DB was here as well. He offered to drive, but I didn&#39;t feel it was fair to make him sit around all evening while we painted nails, did hair and make-up, tried on clothes and giggled like mad and NOT even let him join the party fun! In hindsight, I&#39;m happy I made the decision to drink with him. The aftermath was crazy fun! We went dancing, but before leaving we simply HAD to take some pictures. Look at Nessa...what a dirty, dirty girl she is grabbing those asscheeks! hehehe...we really did have fun. I got drunkity-drunk-drunk. I was quite proud of myself for managing the night in those sexy high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K18_BMGp4kI/Tp8gl21NsMI/AAAAAAAAN0A/X_lSr329SoY/s800/vanessa%2Bbdaycrop%2B068.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665282702622816882&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hGrzDvsfXtE/Tp8gmiH_enI/AAAAAAAAN0Y/fdMxf_VptGA/s400/vanessa%2Bbday%2B029.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arnYYkaKa9o/Tp8gmJpjFHI/AAAAAAAAN0M/oSZPzB0aiPg/s800/vanessa%2Bbday%2B027.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665282686868175842&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ojJNG_N1og/Tp8glnbyu-I/AAAAAAAANz0/v6C-XvMhBRg/s400/vanessa%2Bbday%2B070.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*again please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go see &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&lt;/a&gt;, leave a comment and let everyone know your post is up! happy thursday...ummm...actually friday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below to see some very sexy folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4063824374847528905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=4063824374847528905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4063824374847528905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4063824374847528905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/make-your-kitty-happy-today-hnt.html' title='Make your kitty happy today hnt'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5u-kXlXmZ5Y/Tp91M2aJbxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/CriAzYd7ICI/s72-c/DJ094906%255B2%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-1550024299087008302</id><published>2011-08-04T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:32:28.862-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="really cool chicks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation"/><title type='text'>Nobody can teach me who I am HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLETPGXpfBY/TjnSRTBLBqI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xO7KvwNaJHo/s1600/40thbday%2B001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLETPGXpfBY/TjnSRTBLBqI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xO7KvwNaJHo/s200/40thbday%2B001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636767603235686050&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so July was a blur of activity. I had such wonderful adventures, it&#39;s difficult to express it all here. My visit with my brother the genius was &lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;! We had wonderful conversation, and managed to see the CN Tower AND the Hockey Hall of Fame over and above just taking the bus, walking and subway travel around town. Those three days went by like a flash of lightening and I wish I&#39;d had more time as grateful as I was for what I had. Sunshine and I really enjoyed our weekend get-away. Thought I would show her off for you all here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pDhU1Z4ItA/TjnbJ1jJ1VI/AAAAAAAAAlA/It8vXZ6gIuc/s1600/40thbday%2B197.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pDhU1Z4ItA/TjnbJ1jJ1VI/AAAAAAAAAlA/It8vXZ6gIuc/s200/40thbday%2B197.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636777370670716242&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the Saturday night, there was a latin festival going on near my brother&#39;s place. Sunshine and I decided to walk up and check it out, however, we got there a little too late and missed all the music and dancing. We walked along, people watching as we went. Sunshine and I were walking in the direction of the festival while people were leaving. On our way, a group of women passed us and one turned, looked me up and down and said &quot;ahhh preencess!&quot;...highlight of the walk, I swear. &lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PR-MiE4V3DE/Tjnk8BRlwEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/5_3Oxvr8T_c/s1600/40thbday%2B198.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PR-MiE4V3DE/Tjnk8BRlwEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/5_3Oxvr8T_c/s200/40thbday%2B198.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636788128416383042&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spotted a group of ladies further up who were wearing these awesome cool feathery costumes. One of them had gorgeous white wings and I cursed the time wasted on a couple of extra rum drinks. Alas, we saw a stray dancer lady and decided to cross to the other side of the street and try to get pictures. There was a man carrying a great set of wings as well, surely part of the missed presentation. We ran for it to catch up and snap some pictures. Quite a scene of giggly girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BlcZp3aOnT0/TjsAn54XTiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gtWtyDLykC4/s1600/40thbday%2B082.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BlcZp3aOnT0/TjsAn54XTiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gtWtyDLykC4/s200/40thbday%2B082.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637100044136435234&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the actual day of my birthday, we did the sight seeing thing. I wore my tiara out all day *ahem...and also on the plane ride home* because it&#39;s just so much fun to be a princess! We had picked up a fabulous gluten free birthday cake the day before and I was sooo looking forward to having some before we left for home. I&#39;m skipping those photos as the cake has stuff written on it that I do not wish to share here. Rest assured, it was a lovely cake. As you can see, I&#39;ve posted a picture of my brother and I while we were out. Here&#39;s hoping he doesn&#39;t object to my posting this today. I&#39;m assuming he will never find it honestly, since it&#39;s my private spot and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/ &gt; &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I had about a million more things to say here, however, I began the post last evening and am trying to finish up before DB arrives. We&#39;re going to a movie, then my friend Red is supposed to come by later also. Busy, busy! These pictures were taken near the Hockey Hall of Fame. There was an art exhibit of words and black and white images in that large corridor. They were all quite interesting, and there was a smattering of familiar names and faces. So cool! I&#39;m going to make some blog rounds tomorrow evening after work as I will have a few hours all alone. Until then, please enjoy the clickies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgxWFozNVo4/TjldO_oSaVI/AAAAAAAANSM/Hi8bKlacAqk/s1600/dressandheels%2B001.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fo01ILjQAwU/TjldOcShx5I/AAAAAAAANR8/9aA3aU3-ua8/s400/40thbday%2B088.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636638911324342162&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click for a view of the 40year old princess*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpYLEJ7PjG0/TjldPBK6X8I/AAAAAAAANSU/rfa5qDfzsug/s1600/dressandheels%2B003.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-INTnUgtDtlQ/TjldOhOMduI/AAAAAAAANSE/kU8_AUkP0CY/s400/40thbdaycrop%2B212.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636638912648345314&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go see &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&lt;/a&gt;, leave a comment and let everyone know your post is up! happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below to see more sultry images. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1550024299087008302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=1550024299087008302&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/1550024299087008302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/1550024299087008302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/08/nobody-can-teach-me-who-i-am-hnt.html' title='Nobody can teach me who I am HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLETPGXpfBY/TjnSRTBLBqI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xO7KvwNaJHo/s72-c/40thbday%2B001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-4228464547656427761</id><published>2011-07-07T23:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:19:29.123-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy time"/><title type='text'>Birthdays, cool vacations and big bottles of lube to slick it up...HNT</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m leaving on a jet plane early tomorrow morning and I cannot express in words how excited I am right now. I haven&#39;t packed a thing...I mean NOTHING, though I have an idea what I would like to take. My summer wardrobe is sorely lacking. I am waiting for Sunshine to arrive, then I&#39;m dragging her out for a little while to help me find some shorts and flat shoes (I can&#39;t wear my lovely red or black heels only). She doesn&#39;t know this yet, so don&#39;t go spoiling the surprise...mmmm kay? She told me that my only job for the month of July is to be a princess. My gosh, I&#39;m so freakin spoiled! Sunshine contacted members of my family who either sent her money to go towards my flight, or sent me a little pocket money for the weekend. DB got me a totally bomb Cuisinart bbq for my balcony. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewww...there&#39;s something sticky on my keyboard. Why I felt the need to type it, I&#39;m not sure, but YAYAYAYAYAY!!!! I&#39;m going to see my brother the genius tomorrow! Ummmm can you tell I&#39;m very happy? Yeah, I&#39;m silly...what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the fine folks at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/&quot;&gt;Edenfantasys&lt;/a&gt; were kind enough to send me a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-lubricants/water-based/maximus&quot;&gt;little treat&lt;/a&gt; to review for you all. I have had almost a month to post said review. The product arrived earlier than expected, and of course, my life was insane with Relay planning. Now that it&#39;s over and I&#39;ve spent some time with my children and friends, this review is due. I owe it to you all, and to myself to spill my guts up in here more often! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I&#39;ve gone out shopping, packed my things and had drinks with Sunshine and now it&#39;s absolutely time to do dis thang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-lubricants/water-based/&quot;&gt;water based lubes&lt;/a&gt; and have tried many different brands over the years. Now, I&#39;m naturally quite moist, however, I do love the extra slip-n-slide that a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-lubricants/water-based/maximus&quot;&gt;good lubricant&lt;/a&gt; can offer. The Maximus water-based sensual lubricant *linked directly above, but click &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-lubricants/water-based/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and over &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-lubricants/water-based/maximus &quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; as well please* is a great product with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/&quot;&gt;sex toys&lt;/a&gt;. It keeps everything very slick and flowing until all that natural moisture works it&#39;s way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve had several opportunities to test out my review product and here is my assessment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 8.45 FL. OZ bottle packs a lot of punch! Just think of all the sexy time sessions you could have with just this one bottle of lube. I mean for real! It comes with a pump dispenser for quick access in any sexy adult&#39;s bedroom fun.  Of course, that&#39;s not to say you couldn&#39;t use it in the hallway, kitchen, livingroom or patio of you so desire.  It&#39;s entirely in your hands.  This product does not leave a sticky film on your hands, however, I do find that once the moisture is gone...it&#39;s really gone.  ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s fabulous for play with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/&quot;&gt;sex toys&lt;/a&gt;. I coated my vibe with it, added some to my body for good measure and went to town. I did not have to re-apply, which is a plus in my book. The wet feel held until I was done for that night and I have certainly used it likewise since then. Now, while the same could be said for the slickness with my partner, it does not have a very pleasant flavour...so do eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out all the amazing products on the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/&quot;&gt;Edenfantasys website &lt;/a&gt;and happy shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know it&#39;s easy to get distracted with all the sexyness in the photo below, however, if you are going to post a comment please help a chick out and say something about the review if you would?  Thank you so much my loverlies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB got a preview of my dress, only the pink version.  I wore this black one to work the other day with a little half shirt over my shoulders, and all I kept thinking back to him saying &quot;No! Leave the dress on!&quot;  well you don&#39;t have to tell me twice.  Ahhh pre-birthday sex is so much fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s very late.  I can sleep for about three and a half hours, then have to get ready to go to the airport.  I didn&#39;t get to explore your posts but would very much like to when I get back.  I&#39;ll be forty on Sunday.  Still smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BiCo29mAR9c/ThR5NT78j1I/AAAAAAAANG8/6RwBm4Mm-Vw/s640/birthdaydress%2B009a.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626255097326926514&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SU_5H1q0r00/ThR5M6vm-rI/AAAAAAAANG0/xOjYRYcVSBg/s400/birthdaydress%2B001a.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click for a different birthday dress view*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go see &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Os&lt;/a&gt;, leave a comment and let everyone know your post is up! happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below. You *might* even find another birthday picture...not safe for work though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4228464547656427761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=4228464547656427761&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4228464547656427761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4228464547656427761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthdays-cool-vacations-and-big.html' title='Birthdays, cool vacations and big bottles of lube to slick it up...HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SU_5H1q0r00/ThR5M6vm-rI/AAAAAAAANG0/xOjYRYcVSBg/s72-c/birthdaydress%2B001a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-4317372129981137457</id><published>2011-06-27T17:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:54:48.653-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boobies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="really cool chicks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relay for life"/><title type='text'>Lordy, Lordy...Autumn&#39;s turning forty</title><content type='html'>I am turning forty in less than two weeks. I certainly don&#39;t feel &#39;old&#39;, though I know some people feel it&#39;s getting there. You know? My mother passed away at the age of thirty-eight. Since I was in my teens, folks have been telling me how young she was...I&#39;ve never argued that. So, if my mother was so very young at thirty-eight...how can turning forty be bad? I&#39;m young, capable and very sexy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine was planning on throwing a party here at my place but she approached me on how it would be if we were NOT here at home that weekend. Well, since my ass is perpetually broke, it wasn&#39;t something I had considered. I am currently overwhelmed with emotion as my best friend and cousin Sunshine is taking us out of province to visit my brother. I haven&#39;t seen him in several years. I have some very profound shared experiences with him and cannot imagine a better birthday gift. We are going for two days but will make the most of it. I love big cities for variety. We plan to see a handful of sites and seek out some health food stores for gluten free goodness. I am genuinely touched and am &lt;strong&gt;SOOOOO EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks after our out of province trip, I am traveling to my &lt;a href=&quot;http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/09/peaceful-place-hnt.html&quot;&gt;peaceful place &lt;/a&gt;to have another birthday celebration. I am such a lucky girl! It will be great for my friends to experience the joys of the cottage with me. DB and I are driving down the night before the party. I want to visit my mother&#39;s grave and show him around a little. I&#39;m thrilled to have so many fun plans this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to report that my &lt;a href=&quot;http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/fight-is-on.html&quot;&gt;Relay For Life Survivor&#39;s Reception &lt;/a&gt;(as well as the entire Relay For Life Event) was a great success. I received many compliments on the layout, the speakers and on me personally. It was just lovely. I managed to get a donation of baby red spruce trees that I gave as gifts. I had the best team of volunteers on the day of the Event. They wrapped the trees and tied them with ribbon and attached a little card to each one. The card read: &lt;em&gt;the human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man ~ author unknown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leadership Chair seems to have great faith in my abilities and has asked me to consider taking on that role on the committee next year. She has stepped down and would really like to see me do it. I must say, I am very flattered. I&#39;ve no doubt that I can do it, but need to explore the time commitments that would be required. I will speak with her soon while it&#39;s still fresh in our minds and not in the fall when the new session starts. Hmmmm...lots to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing I need to say. The fine folks at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-lubricants/water-based/maximus&quot;&gt;Edenfantasies&lt;/a&gt; sent me something for review. I&#39;ve been so busy with Relay preparations that I haven&#39;t had a chance to review the product yet, but I have tried it out a few times for good measure. I hope to post it along with an upcoming hnt post. Please comment! They really like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is a post I wrote in the winter of 2008 in my original blog. Funny how things change over time. Pig&#39;s out and I&#39;m on my own now. Different circumstances that opened the door for wonderful new experiences and happy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 3 Years 160 days 1 hour and 45 minutes from now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be 40 years old. I am not upset about it, I just have lots of things I want to do before that. Some of these things include:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Going on an all inclusive trip down south somewhere. Difficult, but perhaps attainable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Buy a house. I had one with the ex, but of course it was sold. It is a huge commitment to buy a house with someone, so I wait. I believe &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;*&lt;a href=&quot;http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/12/pig-deserves-pig_01.html&quot;&gt;the pig&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; and I will buy one together someday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Now this is the most important one to me. It is a pipe dream, and I don&#39;t really know if it is AT ALL possible, but I want to have breast implants. CRAZY, I know! Since they arrived when I was 11-13, they have always belonged on 2 different bodies, and it has just gotten worse after having 2 children. They are 2 completely different cup sizes and I have to compensate by using both removable inserts in one cup to make them look even. I will take out a personal loan if I have to for this. I don&#39;t think people realize how serious I am about it. I can&#39;t imagine actually buying a bra that fits properly, it will be a new experience for me. It is not for vanity, or to please anyone but me. I am going to see my doctor and get a referral. I understand that this could take up to 1 year, so I am going to see her soon. I only have a little over 3 years to get this started. I understand that it will cost me approximately $7000.00. Am I crazy, or what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I am going to run in a marathon someday. I would love to do it during my 40th year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D5Gxf2eJP8/R6eMEFQQIFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3OtFPn0mIIc/s1600-h/c%27s+boobies.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163249499561271378&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D5Gxf2eJP8/R6eMEFQQIFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3OtFPn0mIIc/s320/c%27s+boobies.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I never did work out the details of new boobies. I&#39;m over it really. Don&#39;t think I wouldn&#39;t book it in a heartbeat if I won the lottery though. Yep. Definitely.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4317372129981137457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=4317372129981137457&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4317372129981137457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4317372129981137457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/lordy-lordyautumns-turning-forty.html' title='Lordy, Lordy...Autumn&#39;s turning forty'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0D5Gxf2eJP8/R6eMEFQQIFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3OtFPn0mIIc/s72-c/c%27s+boobies.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-3681954959151181965</id><published>2011-06-16T00:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:44:06.961-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boobies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misty thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relay for life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simple truths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweet ass"/><title type='text'>Rain HNT</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh...who else is just totally SICK of all this rain? Now, I know all of you don&#39;t live in the northern hemisphere, but it&#39;s been a sad, dreary spring where I am. &quot;Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun...please shine down on me?!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge Vancouver Canuks fan and they are playing for the Stanley Cup as I type this. I&#39;m sorely disappointed that they haven&#39;t scored yet, but haven&#39;t given up faith. It&#39;s not only because they are a Canadian team, but because I recall very well the excitement in 1994 when they played the New York Rangers to game seven in Vancouver. Unfortunately, they didn&#39;t pull through and there was a subsequent riot in the city...me, safely in my apartment with a really cool chick I knew, drinking beer and watching the insanity unfold on television. Ahhhh the old days, well loved memories. I actually booked that night off work so that I could drink beer and watch hockey. Here we are again seventeen years later...hoping for a more positive outcome. &lt;strong&gt;GO VANCOUVER&lt;/strong&gt;! Rrrr...third period now and Boston is up 3-0 not cool...and they have now won the Stanley Cup. Crap. I&#39;m going to hear about this tomorrow for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so here it is...I&#39;ve been gone so long that I&#39;m afraid people won&#39;t really notice much if I post or not. That&#39;s not a &quot;poor me&quot; statement as I&#39;ve been busy with other things and can&#39;t worry about that right now but I really am an attention hog when I&#39;m out and about in my kittenish way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Relay for Life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s next Friday! Holy crap on a cracker it snuck up on me again! This year I chaired the Survivor portion of the Relay for Life event by myself. Of course, I have had good council and a lovely volunteer who gathered up many prizes to give at my event. What a treasure she is. I love Relay. I love the feeling of &#39;one&#39; when we are there. It&#39;s a great thing to see so many people come together for a cause that effects so many of us. It&#39;s right down to the pinch now since my local event takes place on June 24. I&#39;ve got the food, volunteers and speakers under control. I&#39;ve missed a couple of small things along they way but and really getting into a grove. The only disadvantage is that I often leave my personal team fundraising until very late in the game. I&#39;m doing all right though. I&#39;ve been asking around at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On health:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had more blood tests. A re-test on Celiac, Thyroid, B12, iron, folic acid, as well as various cholesterol/heart related tests. Apparently, everything but my thyroid is above average on the plus side. Can&#39;t complain there. Obviously the gluten free diet agrees with me. I have to go back in three months to have more blood drawn to see what&#39;s up with my high levels on the thyroid thing. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bubba was recently diagnosed with ADHD. He&#39;s been off the red dye for the past four years or so and eats quite healthy. We&#39;re doing all we can until we can see a pediatrician at the end of the summer. He&#39;s a very bright boy and he will do just fine. He&#39;s always been very special. It&#39;s all good. My first born is in fabulous health, which is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On happiness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m just fucking happy. I feel calmer than I ever have before. Not just in recent years, but in my life. I believe some of this to be diet/health related but it&#39;s so much more than that. I&#39;ve always had anxiety problems, and by that I mean hyperventilating and all, not fun. While I sort of feel it coming on at times, I am able to sort it out before it becomes an issue. Do you know something? For the first time ever, I have consistently spent over a year hanging out with the same man and he has yet to say anything truly hurtful or negative about me. I&#39;m so glad to have such a great friend and lover in my dirty blond. I don&#39;t say much because I get tired of having everyone tell me how much hurt I am in for. Do you think I don&#39;t realize this? I really do have my eyes open. I will always look back on this time in my life very fondly. That&#39;s just how I roll. My life is enriched. I am in a good head space. End of rant, nothing to see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN-yUiT2jMc/Tfj7J-JgSCI/AAAAAAAAM9I/YzMGctbCRVY/s640/lazydays%2B005.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618516687369686866&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvugk3z4gEU/Tfj7KLNGT1I/AAAAAAAAM9Q/ZB-5VmMSmjs/s400/lazydays%2B012.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click to flip me over*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go see &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Os&lt;/a&gt; cause he totally rocks. Be sure to leave a comment and let everyone know your post is up! happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below for more...not safe for work though, just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3681954959151181965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=3681954959151181965&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3681954959151181965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3681954959151181965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain-hnt.html' title='Rain HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvugk3z4gEU/Tfj7KLNGT1I/AAAAAAAAM9Q/ZB-5VmMSmjs/s72-c/lazydays%2B012.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-1213597600666272234</id><published>2011-05-18T21:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:35:12.361-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music I can shake my ass to"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy time"/><title type='text'>&quot;We&#39;re going to have sex outside now.&quot; HNT</title><content type='html'>First of all, I effin LOVE this song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/OehxXNCYvTM&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assessing the situation on the pool deck, the sexy bitch decided it *might* not be prudent to have sex out there...risky business for certain...however, the bright light of day is so different than the cover of darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several drinks and sexy time sessions later, she made her choice and simply said to her dirty blond &quot;we&#39;re going to have sex outside now&quot;. This was not a question, but a statement. She walked toward the door and he followed. She knew her weekend tryst would not be complete without doing this. They headed towards the stairs near the gazebo and once there, began to kiss. Her body hot and already tingling with pure desire, she could barely contain her enthusiasm as their lips connected. She climbed onto his lap in her short skirt and tall boots, wanting to be swallowed whole. She wrapped her arms around him fiercely, never losing his gaze. She moved her hips in circles, feeling his hard cock lightly rubbing against her already soaked pussy. She took his manhood in her hand and used it as she would any sex toy in her collection, running it up and down the length of her while softly moaning. Intensity built to a boiling point as she began to gush...hot ejaculation splashing onto them and the stairs underfoot. Then he entered her. All concern of onlookers or cold temperatures tossed aside, they allowed ecstasy to take over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having already cum so many times earlier that evening, they were rather shocked at the volume of liquid this sexy hot bitch could expel. As she stared into his eyes and rode him for all she was worth, she came again...so much so that her heels began to slip on the wooden stairs. The dirty blond kept a tight grip and prevented her from falling as he continued to fuck her, feeling her love juice spill onto his cock over and over again. After giving her much attention and pleasure, the dirty blond felt his orgasm growing within and he came as he looked into the eyes of his sexy bitch. They spent a long time on those stairs, lost in the intensity of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*actually, I was telling DB today that I was posting about that particular encounter and he said it was &quot;sex dripping with passion&quot;. I must agree. Talk about intense, holy fucking hell it was sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_MA4eTmDk8/Tcqp5NMB9VI/AAAAAAAAMss/SeXnrEJQHSA/s640/hotelnight%2B059.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdAW8mdO7vg/Tcqp4_VWoWI/AAAAAAAAMsk/EBnnuh2BDTE/s400/hotelnight%2B064.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605479482754769250&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to stop by &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; blog today as it&#39;s the 6th Anniversary of HNT. Let everyone know your post is up! happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below for more sexy images...NSFW. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1213597600666272234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=1213597600666272234&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/1213597600666272234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/1213597600666272234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/05/were-going-to-have-sex-outside-now-hnt.html' title='&quot;We&#39;re going to have sex outside now.&quot; HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/OehxXNCYvTM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-4469327759692898817</id><published>2011-04-21T11:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T11:31:32.013-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hotness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweet ass"/><title type='text'>Last of the red series HNT</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is super last minute and has to be quick!  I&#39;m only home for about 20 minutes for lunch and decided, hell, why not post a pretty picture on this rainy Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favourite of all the pictures taken at the hotel.  I love everything about it and didn&#39;t alter a thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIqqhR9SwXY/TbA_lQkkYRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/dl8AUWqI0EU/s1600/hotelnight%2B010.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIqqhR9SwXY/TbA_lQkkYRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/dl8AUWqI0EU/s320/hotelnight%2B010.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598044246157582610&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; birthday last week.  So sorry about that my friend!  I sure hope it was a fantastic day for you.  Head over and let everyone know your post is up, also hug Os for me please.  happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below for more sexy images...NSFW. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4469327759692898817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=4469327759692898817&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4469327759692898817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/4469327759692898817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-of-red-series-hnt.html' title='Last of the red series HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIqqhR9SwXY/TbA_lQkkYRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/dl8AUWqI0EU/s72-c/hotelnight%2B010.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-1014990938448823631</id><published>2011-04-19T11:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:39:59.360-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just for fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simple truths"/><title type='text'>Another dose of simple truths coming your way...</title><content type='html'>Quite a long time ago, I began composing little posts that I called &quot;simple truths&quot;. The source for the most part was these advertisement pamphlets I get at work. The company stopped sending my weekly doses, which made me a little sad. Imagine my enthusiasm this morning when I went through the mail and found that they&#39;ve started sending them again yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is not a matter of holding good cards. Rather, it&#39;s playing a poor hand well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy who forgot why his mother sent him to the store grew up to be a politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following his medical exam, the elderly trendsetter asked his doctor whether he was going to have to give up wine, women, tobacco and song. &quot;You may sing as much as you like,&quot; the doctor replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tongue is in a wet place and easily slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any household task is fascinating to a child until he&#39;s old enough to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of living is always about the same - what you have and a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give up on yourself, you&#39;ve committed a crime, and it carries with it a life sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;re having trouble meeting new people, pick up the wrong golf ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that you&#39;ll never ruin your eyesight taking the time to look on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the new toothpaste with shoe polish in it? It&#39;s for those people who have a habit of putting their foot in their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t find fault. Find a solution.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous Tuesday!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1014990938448823631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=1014990938448823631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/1014990938448823631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/1014990938448823631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-dose-of-simple-truths-coming.html' title='Another dose of simple truths coming your way...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-3597896958597760557</id><published>2011-04-06T21:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:22:18.188-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hotness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simple truths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the nerve of some people"/><title type='text'>The kitten&#39;s out of the bag HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Drama Alert!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *think* someone at work knows about DB and I. Why do I believe this? Because on Tuesday, a guy who just came back to work this week (hasn&#39;t been there since November) said to DB directly &quot;So, someone told me that you and Autumn hooked up.&quot; He lied and said we hadn&#39;t because there were other people there as well. I&#39;m trying to figure out who that &#39;someone&#39; is...I am not sure yet if it&#39;s based on anything concrete (for instance, a couple of guys from work live quite close to me and may have seen DB at my door or something) or if purely only speculation. The hustler knows, but I can&#39;t imagine who he would have been speaking to about it. I assure you, I&#39;ve found my peace (and my piece of course) with the obvious age difference between us. I&#39;m not concerned about what most of my co-workers think of me, but I do respect the owners and would not like for them to know my personal business. I am pretty sure I&#39;ve said before that it&#39;s not my first time being involved with a co-worker. But you know...people love to talk. I suppose it&#39;s still pretty cool that it was a secret for over a year now anyhow. I work with a lot of men and two other women. Almost every man in the warehouse has flirted with me at one point or another. I think they just really want to know if someone has gotten to fuck me, then get the juicy details (no pun intended). DB&#39;s not the type though. He&#39;s not keen on letting the whole office in on our business. Of course, he has no issue with telling friends and family (parents included to my surprise). He said to me &quot;Well Autumn, I&#39;m not ashamed of you. I had to tell them eventually since I stay over at your place often.&quot; Fair enough. Leads me to wonder what they must think, or if they are Ok with it. Interesting, but i digress...where was I? Gawd this is a long paragraph. Should I have broken it up? Why does it matter? I think I&#39;m actually going to post this as is and not delete these last sentences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Web Design class is over, however, I&#39;m late getting my final project done. Pretty web pages and consistency on the brain. I only have the program at work and my remote connection won&#39;t work from my home computer. I felt like skipping the last class because it wasn&#39;t done and I had a flash of high school all over again...RRRaaaahhhhh! I will get it done, and it will be cool. I don&#39;t have a domain so I can&#39;t actually have it published on the web, but it is a very detailed process and I&#39;ve learned a few cool tricks. None that I feel like using tonight, but I will. It&#39;s been a busy time in life. I&#39;m not quite sure how this whole situation is going to play out. I would be very surprised if one of the guys asked me. I don&#39;t think anyone would have the nerve really. I will try my best to be less of a lame ass and let you know what&#39;s happening. That reminds me that I still have to post the &quot;we&#39;re going to have sex outside now&quot; story. It&#39;s coming. Things are calming a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F085eBSq3Jc/TZ0ITrpeFWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jissR9eIlec/s1600/hotelnightcrop%2B009.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F085eBSq3Jc/TZ0ITrpeFWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jissR9eIlec/s320/hotelnightcrop%2B009.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592635446491223394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*I love this picture!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go see &lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&lt;/a&gt; and let him know your post is up. happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button below to see some sultry shots...NSFW. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3597896958597760557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=3597896958597760557&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3597896958597760557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3597896958597760557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/kittens-out-of-bag-hnt.html' title='The kitten&#39;s out of the bag HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F085eBSq3Jc/TZ0ITrpeFWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jissR9eIlec/s72-c/hotelnightcrop%2B009.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-6407280217269464594</id><published>2011-04-04T21:10:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:47:41.845-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="can you believe that shit?"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just for fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misty monday confessions"/><title type='text'>Lost in the woods ~ Autumn&#39;s adventures in the wilderness</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago at about this same time of night(9:15pm) the dirty blond and I were just getting out of the woods. Now, we didn&#39;t quite come out where we thought we would that&#39;s for sure! And this is how it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds suspiciously like an opportunity to have some sexy time, but alas...we had nearly two hours until I was scheduled to pick up my eldest son and no where private enough to fool around. We actually get together for walks often while I&#39;m waiting for the boys to be through with their Monday night activities. We parked the car by a gate that led to a four-wheeler trail in a large wooded area near his house and started walking. I was wearing my new pair of Nike sneakers, comfy leggings and my winter coat. Ready for action, but still looking sexy of course. ;) The trails were fairly wide and a bit muddy with soft mossy edges. There were small mounds of snow around but nothing to trudge through really. It was rather nice to have the little piles of snow around to clean the mud from my shiny new sneakers, truth be told. We walked for nearly an hour from trail to trail and suddenly found ourselves out of directions with set paths. Hmmm...I know it sounds odd. Logically, we just go back the way we came, however, that did not work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to backtrack but realized about twenty minutes later that we were, in fact, LOST in the woods. I mean REALLY! Now, in many ways, I am a very girlie girl but I do enjoy hiking and am not afraid of being in the woods. This was helpful given the circumstance.  Understand that I did start to panic...not so much because we were lost, but because I was supposed to be picking up my child very soon and couldn&#39;t get back to my car. I had to make a very embarrassing phone call to my ex husband&#39;s house to ask either he or his wife to pick up my son until I could get from their place when I got out of the woods. *sighs ~ that&#39;s never a fun call to make* Worked out well and I had a giggle with the ex&#39;s wife on the phone. She said she would pick him up and I could come get him once I&#39;m back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB was feeling just horrible. I think he may have been waiting for me to lose my cool but I didn&#39;t. I understood we got lost together and was definitely NOT playing any sort of blame game even in my mind. We were quickly losing light and I just wanted to get the fuck out already! We abandoned the trails entirely, did some serious back woods hiking and followed the faint light of the houses we couldn&#39;t see yet. We were climbing over piles of fallen trees, stomping through snow, using logs as balance beams to cross over water...the effin works! I snagged the back of my leggings on a tree branch and fell onto a log and bent my right fingers back at a crazy angle all at the same time. Ouch...kept on going. DB reached out to help me up but I needed a moment to compose myself. He looked so sweet, just wanting to help and be sure I was ok. I assured him I was not angry, just in a little pain but ready to keep going. A few moments later, we came to a little slope. I stepped on a bit of grass?moss?...I dunno, but my feet went right into some seriously icy water then. I spent the final forty minutes of our adventure with frozen feet, rips in my pants and a little hurt pride, but we made it out. Now, as soon as we got out of the woods and onto a quiet little side street, DB and I realized that we had gone the full length of the wooded area and into another subdivision, several kilometers from where we needed to be. We did not come out AT ALL where we thought we would. I know there was a moment when one of those news broadcasts about people missing in the woods flashed before my eyes, and I thought &#39;oh no! not me, I&#39;m getting out of here&#39;. Not now, right now. It&#39;s a good thing we didn&#39;t get eaten by coyotes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my son and we arrived home close to 10:00pm that night. I was tired from my rather vigorous hike and dying to get out of my wet shoes and assess the damages to my legs. Oh my...what a mess! That branch I snagged left an eight inch scrape, my knee was bloody, and I had a number of minor abrasions. Crazy. Just plain crazy. I considered taking pictures of my bruised up legs a couple of days later but decided perhaps I didn&#39;t feel like remembering through picture. Once I got my son off to bed and had a hot shower, I called Sunshine to tell her all about it and of course, she laughed her ass off. Can&#39;t blame her.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6407280217269464594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=6407280217269464594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/6407280217269464594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/6407280217269464594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost-in-woods-autumns-adventures-in.html' title='Lost in the woods ~ Autumn&#39;s adventures in the wilderness'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-2653824707536120897</id><published>2011-03-30T21:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:23:00.883-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boobies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hotness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yummy treats"/><title type='text'>Still chillin at the hotel here HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V95Zd_Kajsw/TZNTe_S3ksI/AAAAAAAAMeI/ilf-xltxtIw/s720/hotelnight%2B039.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vz5XlDQ0QPM/TZNTfJxVugI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/1QljiK2Bzu0/s400/hotelnight%2B023.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589903357160831490&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&lt;/a&gt; always has something interesting to say!  You know what to do...happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yet another view of the photos above, click the link below...NSFW. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2653824707536120897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=2653824707536120897&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/2653824707536120897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/2653824707536120897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/03/still-chillin-at-hotel-here-hnt.html' title='Still chillin at the hotel here HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vz5XlDQ0QPM/TZNTfJxVugI/AAAAAAAAMeQ/1QljiK2Bzu0/s72-c/hotelnight%2B023.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-3087044704372201458</id><published>2011-03-27T21:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:01:54.881-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just for fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party like a rock star"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy time"/><title type='text'>Meanwhile, back in the swanky hotel room...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Once we settled into the room, DB took some pictures for me. I figured it was a good idea to do that nice and early before the rum/tequila buzz set in and I forgot all about it. See, we had our night in sessions. Early evening &quot;let&#39;s enjoy the king sized bed&quot; sex, sweet and sexy during/after a whirlpool bath sex, then dirty &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;we&#39;re going to have sex outside now&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tequila shot inspired sex. We&#39;ll get to that session in a later post. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duKQLfSzgaY/TY_Y6EQZE4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/a4NhHVJOogA/s1600/hotelnight%2B012.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588924154676581250&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duKQLfSzgaY/TY_Y6EQZE4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/a4NhHVJOogA/s320/hotelnight%2B012.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see a hint of my new red shoes there? They are &lt;em&gt;oh so&lt;/em&gt; loverly and I can&#39;t wait until the warm weather hits and I can wear them out in public. The dirty blond is a big fan of heels. I packed the red ones and wore my tall black bitch boots for the convenience of packing. Once those pictures were taken and we had eaten some supper, we decided to try out the bed. Mmmmm...we have reached a comfort level which is optimal for truly awesome orgasms for each of us. It seems that once he begins to work those fingers and tongue on me, I simply cannot stop cumming. Now, I&#39;m not saying that&#39;s a bad thing, just that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holyshitwow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it just goes on and on. More than ever before, I have also been able to experience those super intense gspot orgasms during intercourse. By the time he came the first time, we found ourselves slick with my love juices intermingled with his, and literally dripping with the very essence of my sex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Md1PDTc6Xug/TY_dTTlC4lI/AAAAAAAAAjk/l8gEvom9lz0/s1600/hotelnight%2B017.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Md1PDTc6Xug/TY_dTTlC4lI/AAAAAAAAAjk/l8gEvom9lz0/s320/hotelnight%2B017.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588928986332979794&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And here is yet another view of the whirlpool and a clearer picture of my shoes. More to follow on my fabulous weekend adventure.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3087044704372201458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=3087044704372201458&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3087044704372201458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/3087044704372201458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/03/meanwhile-back-in-swanky-hotel-room.html' title='Meanwhile, back in the swanky hotel room...'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duKQLfSzgaY/TY_Y6EQZE4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/a4NhHVJOogA/s72-c/hotelnight%2B012.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-6669161246956592630</id><published>2011-03-23T21:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:53:10.384-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boy toys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party like a rock star"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation"/><title type='text'>Swanky hotel room for the night HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Ok so &lt;strong&gt;holla!&lt;/strong&gt;...that tub was next to the bed. How cool is that?! DB (the dirty blond) and I have been talking about getting a room for the past three months or so and we finally picked a place and date to do it up right. We wanted a place to hole up for a night without phone calls and other outside influences, have crazy monkey sex in a new place and party like the rock stars we clearly are in those moments. We decided to go for something a little nicer than a roadside motel. Somewhere we could be truly comfortable for the night. I found a place relatively close to home and showed him the pictures online. We agreed this was the place and booked it for Saturday night past. It was quite lovely. We had a little patio area (on ground level) that faced the pool deck. The pool is not so appealing this time of year however, it was nice to have a place to smoke (yeah, I said it). I came with my cooler from home because of my dietary needs and was a little upset upon discovering (while checking in) that our room didn&#39;t have a mini fridge. The lady helping us had one sent to our room *along with extra towels* within half hour of our arrival. She called to say sorry that it had taken so long but they had two wedding parties there as well, so it was hectic. I was impressed with the service, staff, rooms and room service menu with an ENTIRE PAGE of gluten free items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been crazy insane over here. I feel like if I start typing everything, it will most certainly be too long for this post. I am determined to tell you all about the fabulous sexytime and great conversation of this past weekend and I&#39;ve got many more hnt pics taken at the hotel that I&#39;d like to share. My weekend could not have been spent in better company and the sex was so powerful, I was tender for a couple of days afterwards. mmmmm sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oSS423ZZqc/TYk56BAh6_I/AAAAAAAAMbo/pMhx4TCsTwM/s720/hotelnight%2B005.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587060487858110482&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTRkX2ifY0M/TYk56YVnQBI/AAAAAAAAMbw/TZ6KHM8qgm4/s400/hotelnight%2B001.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click for a different view*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Osbasso&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; always up to a perfect blend of naughty and nice.  Check out his site and let him (and all of us) know your post is up with a comment.  happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yet another view of the photos above, click the link below...NSFW. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6669161246956592630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=6669161246956592630&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/6669161246956592630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/6669161246956592630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/03/swanky-hotel-room-for-night-hnt.html' title='Swanky hotel room for the night HNT'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTRkX2ifY0M/TYk56YVnQBI/AAAAAAAAMbw/TZ6KHM8qgm4/s72-c/hotelnight%2B001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230073494773788257.post-8897411884750287803</id><published>2011-02-24T00:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:09:00.198-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT"/><title type='text'>Song for a winter&#39;s night and a little hnt</title><content type='html'>Today is the anniversary of my mother&#39;s passing. In recognition and great respect, I always like to post something about it. Without her, I would not be the woman that I am today. I am grateful for her influence and kindness in my early years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy Sarah McLachlan (home-grown Canadian girl) and this song has always reminded me of how I feel about Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/06t60Ei_8Vg&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lamp is burning low upon my table top&lt;br /&gt;the snow is softly falling&lt;br /&gt;The air is still in the silence of my room&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice softly calling&lt;br /&gt;If I could only have you near &lt;br /&gt;to breathe a sigh or two&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy just to hold the hands I love &lt;br /&gt;on this winter night with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead &lt;br /&gt;my glass is almost empty&lt;br /&gt;I read again between the lines upon each page &lt;br /&gt;the words of love you sent me&lt;br /&gt;If I could know within my heart &lt;br /&gt;that you were lonely too&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy just to hold the hands I love &lt;br /&gt;on this winter&#39;s night with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim &lt;br /&gt;the shades of night are lifting&lt;br /&gt;The morning light steals across my windowpane &lt;br /&gt;where webs of snow are drifting&lt;br /&gt;If I could only have you near &lt;br /&gt;to breathe a sigh or two&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy just to hold the hands I love &lt;br /&gt;and to be once again with with you&lt;br /&gt;To be once again with with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply miss her. What I wouldn&#39;t give to hold her hands in mine and just talk with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve noticed over the past year or so that I really wish I had a source of information regarding my early childhood. My father was away for work a lot, my brother suffers from clinical depression and I *might* get a chance to speak with him once a year of so. Both of my mother&#39;s parents have passed. This leaves my mother, who has been gone since I was thirteen, who would actually have this information. My young one has been having some emotional challenges and trouble focusing at times. Through the course of discovery with him, I longed for someone to ask questions to. Someone who knew me in my home environment, you know? Not how I behaved while I was out, but how I was at home with my family. One might say &quot;Autumn, you can&#39;t dwell on this.&quot; and yes. I know and understand that, however, in light of what&#39;s going on with my son, well...it&#39;s just on my mind a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve received a couple of emails inquiring as to my health and/or emotional state as I&#39;ve not been blogging for some time now. Honestly, I feel like the past two months have gone in the blink of an eye and something had to give. I had to let go of something, but not anything that directly effects my day-to-day life, you know? Realistically, I was having trouble commenting and viewing the blogs of others and I was suffering from blogger guilt, see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since discovering the Celiac Disease in late August 2010, I&#39;ve been struggling to find a good balance and to NOT obsess about food. I&#39;ve been taking an antibiotic to help clear my skin and one of the side effects is a loss of appetite. I was already struggling to eat, so that didn&#39;t help. I tried going on Champix to quit smoking also but I stopped taking it because it made me nauseous every morning and my food tasted like cardboard. Too much for this little lady to take on all at once. I&#39;ve definitely lost weight, but am feeling healthy and by no means undernourished. Because of my food obsessions, I can&#39;t seem to stop talking about it with my friends and co-workers. Did you know that I can&#39;t lick stamps and envelopes anymore? It never in a million years occurred to me that it would be an issue, but of course...flour is a component of glue. The things you learn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m taking a night class in Web Design. My company is having a new website created and they have enrolled me in this course so that I am able to make periodic changes to the site in the future. It may lead to a Photoshop course as well, which would be bomb. I DO love taking pictures. Speaking of, I haven&#39;t taken any sort of sexy ones since just after Christmas. My word, with my course, the kids, Relay prep, work and my sexy dirty blond...whew...it&#39;s a full time gig but things are going well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been deep in hibernation up in the Great White North. I feel somewhat out of touch with some of my local female friends even! I get home from work, turn around and before I know it...it&#39;s already bedtime. What&#39;s up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m enjoying a little time off with my children, and decided it might be nice to post something purty for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dicteDlVlPM/TWVXnagdNAI/AAAAAAAAMR8/zyXgKdEKm70/s640/clearer%2Bskin%2B001.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDzAhWRW40U/TWVXnOVtViI/AAAAAAAAMR0/dnkn4G6qr7s/s400/dec26%2B006.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576960044943889954&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;*click please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see what&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Os&lt;/a&gt; has been doing lately and don&#39;t forget to comment and let everyone know your post is up.  happy thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more sexy images, click the link below...NSFW. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the-otherhnt&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/152199606_c5ea8f9add_o.png&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8897411884750287803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230073494773788257&amp;postID=8897411884750287803&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/8897411884750287803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230073494773788257/posts/default/8897411884750287803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/2011/02/song-for-winters-night-and-little-hnt.html' title='Song for a winter&#39;s night and a little hnt'/><author><name>Autumn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00140207537756144106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kf6nhg9ENGI/S3iTUyDLJuI/AAAAAAAAAac/_GioNjJ40a4/S220/golden.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/06t60Ei_8Vg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>