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The hottest, most beautiful wife in the world on our honeymoon July 2009.
She drives me crazy! My beautiful hot wife has the most amazing, athletic, gorgeous legs you're ever going to find.
She was just chillin' on the balcony, but she had me speechless just because of these unbelievable legs. My wife is gorgeous, and these legs, my God these legs.
My beautiful hot wife has the most amazing, athletic, gorgeous legs you're ever going to find.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʀᴇᴅ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
✦. ┊ ꜰʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱ: ʙᴇʟᴀɴᴛᴛɪ - ꜰʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱ & ʙʟᴜꜱʜ 2
✧. ┊ ꜰᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ʜɪɢʜʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ: ʙᴇʟᴀɴᴛᴛɪ - ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
✧. ┊ ꜱᴋɪʀᴛ: .ᴀɪᴛɴᴇ. - ʏᴜʟɪ [ɪɴ ʀᴇᴅ]
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Jaded - Unfortunately this link kept getting bugged, so I've tagged the owner and linked the item directly ♥
✦. ┊ ʙᴏᴅʏ: ʟᴇɢᴀᴄʏ ᴍᴇꜱʜʙᴏᴅʏ - ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ
✧. ┊ ʜᴀɪʀ: ᴅᴏᴜx - ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ [ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴛ]
✦. ┊ ᴅᴇꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀꜱ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴀʀꜱ - ʟᴇɢᴀᴄʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀꜱ
✧. ┊ ꜱqᴜɪꜱʜʏ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ: ᴍᴀᴢᴇ - ꜱqᴜɪꜱʜʏ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ ᴀᴅᴅᴏɴ [ɪɴ ʟᴇɢᴀᴄʏ]
✧. ┊ ᴇʏᴇꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ: ᴛᴏᴘ1ꜱᴀʟᴏɴ - ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ [ɪɴ ɴᴜᴅᴇ]
✦. ┊ ʟɪᴘꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ: ᴛᴏᴘ1ꜱᴀʟᴏɴ - ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ʟɪᴘꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ [ɪɴ ᴘᴀʟᴇ 1]
✧. ┊ ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ: ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ - ꜱᴛᴀʀᴄʜɪʟᴅ [ɪɴ ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ]
ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ʜᴏɴᴇʏ! ᴘᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ xᴏ
Breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Buy myself all of my favorite things
Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
Who would have thought it'd turn me to a savage?
Rather be tied up with calls and not strings
Write my own checks like I write what I sing
Wearin' a ring but ain't gon' be no "Mrs."
Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches
I'd rather spoil all my friends with my riches
Think retail therapy my new addiction
Whoever said money can't solve your problems
Must not have had enough money to solve 'em
They say, "Which one?" I say, "Nah, I want all 'em"
Happiness is the same price as "red-bottoms"
Yeah, my receipts be lookin' like phone numbers
If it ain't money, then wrong number
The way it be settin' the tone for me
Ain't got enough money to pay me respect
Ain't no budget when I'm on the set
If I like it then that's what I get
*Lelutka*Legacy*TRUTH*NotFound*Movement*LePunk*Blueberry*
⟣ - Soft Thighs: MAZE - Soft Thighs
⟣ - Deformers: Pretty Liars - Essential Deformers
⟣ - Eyeshadow: TOP1SALON - Beauty [in nude]
⟣ - Lipstick: TOP1SALON - Everyday [in pale]
⟣ - Heart Tattoos: HERA - E-GIRL Marks [in vol. 2]
⟣ - Highlighter: Heaux - EvoX Essentials
⟣ - Earrings: E.Marie - Mercy [in silver]
⟣ - Rings: Vibing - Lexi [in silver]
⟣ - Corset: Crybunbun - Breathless Corset [in black]
⟣ - Boots: Crybunbun - Devil's Babygirl
⟣ - Garters: Crybunbun - Heartacle [MAZE Addon]
⟣ - Sticky Note: Minuit - Sticky Notes [in unrigged]
⟣ - Background: The Bunny Den [my place uwu]
I've been going through a slight bit of a rough patch with my health, and I'm incredibly sorry that I rushed this blogpost! Next one will be rest assured, quality.
⟣ - Top: Christina T. - FF Pink Top
⟣ - Panties: Christina T. - FF Pink Panties
⟣ - Noseblush: Heaux - EvoX Essentials
⟣ - Cheek Highlight: Heaux - EvoX Essentials
⟣ - Eyeshadow: Top1Salon - Moist [in pale]
; You'll forever be the light of my life, the sun to my moon ;
I figured I may as well take a break from posting my regular sponsored posts, and take a moment to just highlight the best thing that's ever happened to me point blank period. You give me motivation everyday to become a better person, editor, and creator. Our relationship blossomed from a mere friendship, and I'm so glad that things have turned out the way that they did. I've been taught so much just from being your friend at the start, and now I've been growing and helping you grow as a person. Every day waking up with you I have a deeper fond appreciation of life, and for that I'll thank you every day for that. I'll forever and always treat you how you should've been treated throughout your life, and I'll always strive to make you happy.
⟣ - Lipstick: TOP1SALON - JO P2 [in pale]
⟣ - Moles: Rotten - Sun kisses moles [in 04]
⟣ - Torso Tattoo: Rotten - Starchild / kirakira magic / Succubus tattoo [in faded]
⟣ - Hand Tattoo: Rotten - Uebok Hand Tattoo [in faded]
⟣ - Top: Muse - Stroke of Midnight [in onyx]
⟣ - Choker: Foxy - Thin Velvet Choker [in plain]
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Thank you to my wife the sexy supermodel Morgan Incognito - Firehawk
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Flew out of work, the fleet flight of Friday before a holiday weekend. Everyone cracks a smile upon stepping out of the concrete and glass coffin of the corporate work week. The motorcycle is quickly gassed and loaded, I leave Washington DC at three-thirty, vowing not to check the time for the rest of the adventure. Adventure, the American adventure of the open road is what I seek. The road, my cameras, and escape.
Right turn off of 15th St. NW and I’m motoring past the Washington Monument and the White House. Harleys and clones are already lining the Mall for the annual Memorial remembrance that is Rolling Thunder. I’m soon over the bridge and on I-66 west. I plan on avoiding major highways when at all possible. Preferring scenic byways to drab highways. 66 is a necessary evil to flee the DC metro area as quickly as possible. At the start, 66 is a good quick run, for awhile anyway. Loads of Rolling Thunder riders are heading in 66 eastbound.
I keep the ubiquitous two fingers down to the side salute to fellow bikers out for extended stretches of time. In my experience, HD guys return the acknowledgement about 30-40% of the time. No big deal, some animosity exist though between different bike cultures. Motor-ism two-wheel stereotypes. However with the Rolling Thunder guys there is a noticeable increase in response, perhaps due to no longer just one biker acknowledging another, but a patriotic sharing of support and remembrance for those left behind, POW-MIA.
Traffic worsens further out 66 and I come up on a full HD dresser. Screaming Eagle back patch worked in with POW-MIA covers his vest and is topped by a “Run for the Wall” patch. I keep back a pace and we adopt the natural offset positioning of multiple riders.
After some 66 backup, stop-and-go, we strike up a staccato conversation in the pauses of the traffic flow. Where you been, where you going, see the rain coming? I tell him I’m headed out to the mountains, Skyline Drive and West Virginia. He says he’s just in from there recently, was in DC for Rolling Thunder for the day and will be coming back in on Sunday again. His license plate is obscured by luggage, so I’m unsure of his port of origin.
Later on we part ways and my thoughts turn. Of my parents friends only my step-dad was drafted for Vietnam. Luckily, for us, he only went as far as Ft. Hood, TX, and came back with some good stories about army life and venturing into Mexico (at least the ones he’s shared with me). I think about all the life he’s lived since then, all his experiences and joys. Thinking about what all those who didn’t return gave up, lost, when they didn’t come home. The loss felt by those who loved them, families that have a name on the Wall.
Rain is sprinkling before Manassas. Enough to cool you off but not enough to get you worried yet, at least for a bit. Whooooo. Then come the big drops. I head off the ramp to gear up with the rain paraphernalia under the gas station pavilion. Finally get it all on and get strapped back up and out pops the sun and the rain stops. Too funny. Now I have wet clothes on under the raingear. Rain gear now keeping the wind out that would dry me. I motor on as more rain is promised on the horizon.
This brings up a point about rain. People always ask, “What do you do when it rains and your on the motorcycle”. I reply simply, “I get wet”. Duh. Rain riding has never bothered me. On the straight highways it’s no big deal. Just give more cushion to the cars in front of you. Drive like grandma on the exit ramps.
My turning point is finally reached. Off of 66 west and onto 647, Crest Hill Rd. at The Plains, VA. Crest Hill Road is my first slice of motorcycle heaven to be had this weekend. I’m delighted to find that the squiggly line I traced out on the map when planning this trip has translated so well in reality. The road is still wet from the passing rain clouds, and I give a small rabbit and then a chipmunk a near death experience. My first of many animal crossings this weekend. The road is fantastic. A mixture of hilltop road and tree lined canopies that create forest tunnels. Speed limit is 45mph, 55-60 feels comfortable on most parts. Keeping an eye out for a hilltop barn to photograph that I’ve seen in my minds eye, lit by the sun breaking through the clouds and backed by the mountain vista. No luck on any of the barns actual placement to fit the mental picture I have framed.
Crest Hill Road and Fodderstack Rd is a long stretch. I take shots of a church and other buildings along Zachary Taylor Highway. Fodderstack gives more of the same as Crest Hill, just a narrower road. The asphalt is of my favorite variety, freshly laid. Washington, VA is a tiny town of historic bed and breakfasts. Local wineries appear to be an attraction here too. Right after Washington the rain returns while I’m in route to Sperryville. Then it really starts to come down, a full on summer thunderstorm. Visibility is down. Road and parking lots soon resemble rivers. Rain drops of the monster variety explode on the pavement, and you know it hurts when they hit you.
I quick soaking circuit of Sperryville confirms there are no local hotels. I duck into a barn shaped restaurant to wait it out. My drenched gear takes on bar stool and I occupy another. There’s a few flying pigs about. The bartender get me a hefeweizen, and recommends the angus burger. Locally raised and grass fed, we exchange jokes about my passing the burgers relatives on the way in.
Don’t freak about the beer. I have a one only rule when riding. It was followed by a meal (best burger of the weekend!), several coffees, and this bar top journal entry.
Somewhere along Crest Hill road I decided to keep the cell off for the weekend. In addition no tv, newspapers, internet, or e-mail sound like a good idea. Of course I now am studiously avoid eye contact with the two beautiful plasma’s above the bar.
Hazel River Inn, Culpepper, VA, has the coolest street side seating in town.
The downpour let up at the Shady Farms bar in Sperryville and due to the deficiency in local lodging I quiz the bartender for options. Over the other side of the mountain, the opposite side of Skyline Dr via 211 is Luray with lots of motels, but I want to save the mountain for the morning. The waitress suggest Culpepper, there being a Holiday Inn etc.
Stepping outside the sun has broke through the clouds again. Enough for some shots of Shady Farms Restaurant and a bridge. Heading down 522, the Sperryville Pike, I keep an eye out for photo ops to catch the next morning as I’ll be rerouting back through. Following the mantra of Dale Borgeson about tour riding in the US, I aim to avoid large chain establishments, whether they are restaurants or hotels, and explore the mom-and-pop local variety businesses. I have a dive-ish roadside motel in mind, Culpepper comes through with the Sleepy Hollow Hotel.
Before check in I ride through downtown historic Culpepper. It’s a cool place. The Shady Farm bartender had recommended the Culpepper Thai restaurant. I see it but don’t visit, still full from the meal earlier. Cameron Street Coffee looks like a great place, located in an old warehouse. Unfortunately their closed for the night.
Shower and changed, room 102 at the Sleepy Hollow Hotel. I hop back on the bike, refreshed and dry and ride through the warm night air back downtown. The coffee at the Hazel River Inn comes with a sweet fudge confection on the side. The peach and blackberry cobbler with vanilla sauce is divine.
The reconfigured plan for this getaway is to shed. Shed worries about the job, career, housing, and relationships. My motorcycle is therapeutic. It’s 600cc’s of Zoloft on two wheels. The road lifts my spirits. This wasn’t supposed to be a solo run, and there are stretches of road where I feel the emptiness behind me.
The cobbler is finished and I can hear the sound of a band doing their sound check. The banging of the drum requires investigation.
I found Brown Bag Special in the cellar pub of the same restaurant I was in. On my way to the door the noise of the sound check floated up the stairs and directed my feet downward. Brown Bag Special opened the set, appropriately enough, with “I drink alone”. The ol’ man, Big Money, would have loved it. Drink alone started off a Big Money Blues trifecta to include “The Breeze” and “Mustang Sally”. Then they made the mistake a lot of bands make that have a great lead guitar player. They let him sing. The lead guitarist karaoke sucked his way through a Tom Petty hit. He was so off key in his singing it made you appreciate the guitar solo’s all the more for the relief they provided. Thankfully the regular singer soon resumed his duties and the night went on. More good stuff from the band.
“can’t you see, can’t you see, what that woman, what she’s done to me”
Off to bed now at the Sleepy Hollow Hotel with the ghost and shades of dead hookers and overdoses past.
Morning breaks on the Sleepy Hollow Hotel, a hot shower and I’m back on the bike. A quick stop downtown to shoot the Hazel Inn, then it’s back on the Sperryville Pike. More stops to capture some sights seen yesterday. Mr. & Mrs. Pump. The open mouth caricatures are an accurate representation of the current gas cost and the pumps eating your wallet.
I keep telling my daughter that her first car, college car, will be a hybrid. She thinks they are ugly. The bike isn’t so bad, averaging around 40mpg. At about 180 miles on the tripometer I start to look for a refill, although I’ve pushed it to 211 miles before.
A quick left in Sperryville on 211 and up into the mountain, Blue Ridge Mountains and Skyline Drive. Heading up the mountain I get the first bite of the twisties I’ve been craving. The $10 fee at the gate to Skyline Drive is well worth the price. Great scenery and fantastic views. The only drawback is the 35mph speed limit that is well enforced by the park rangers.
I shoot some self-portraits at Pollock Knob overlook. They’re funny in that with all the scrambling and hurrying to be the camera timer, then trying to effect a relaxed pose. I’ve also broke out my old friend this trip, the Lubitel 166, a medium format, 120mm film, twin lens camera. I’m like Jay-Z with this camera, I have to get it in one take. There is no digital review after the click for instant gratification. As a fellow photographer it’s “Point, Push, and Pray”. I’ll be interested to see the results. Not that I’ve left digital behind. Carrying both cameras, I’m an analog/digital double threat.
After the self-portraits and some dead tree shots I’m about to pack back on the bike and leave when I meet the preacher and his wife. He offers to shoot me with my camera and I return the favor with theirs. Conversation flows and in a ‘small world’ moment it turns out that he works for same Hazel family that owns the restaurant I was at last night for his Monday thru Friday job. I get a friendly “God bless” and I’m heading south on Skyline Drive. I make several more stops and break out the cameras again at Big Meadow.
There is a gnarly dead tree in the middle of the
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