I feel like royalty. We've been on holiday on Bora Bora, a magnificently beautiful place. Yesterday we flew to Tahiti - not too far from Bora Bora and also in French Polynesia. We're in Papeete, the capital city of Tahiti and it's as beautiful as Bora Bora. There's beaches and village shopping and I'm not sure what else yet. I'm both wired and tired from all the holiday activities and the giant squid didn't even have to threaten me with his big paws to take a nap.
I'm currently napping...
I have limited internet access but wanted to let you know all is well. On Bora Bora we had a lot of "couple" time which was glorious. We ate LARGE and often. Some European big-busted bimbo honeymooning with her "daddy" sat at our breakfast table in the hotel a few mornings in a row. She commented that I seem to have a hearty appetite.
"How many meals a day can she eat like that?" Bimbala asked the giant squid simultaneously batting her eyelashes. (I was waiting for one of them to fall in her cereal bowl. If it did, I was going to yell SPIDER and start a riot!)
"She only eats one meal a day," Cowboy answered. "It starts shortly after she wakes up and usually ends when she goes to bed. Sometimes she gets up for a snack in the middle of the night."
There was sudden silence at our table.
Not sure if it's because bimbala was stunned or the fact that I reached over and stuffed a large Danish in the squid's mouth.
Ahh well... He wants me to gain weight and I did put on a few pounds. It seems all of the food establishments we frequented for breakfast had these fresh baked CHOCOLATE donuts with CHOCOLATE icing and stuffed with CHOCOLATE cream. I ate a lot of those before tackling eggs, pancakes and whatever. And... they had CHICORY coffee. Sheer heaven!
French food and Polynesian food - FABULOUS! I pigged out! 'Twas glorious! You could order from the menu or enjoy the continuous buffets!
Cowboy wanted to make sure others got to the buffet before I did. He wanted to be sure there'd be enough food for everyone else and he also said it was embarrassing to hold two extra plates for me but I assured him I could come back and have seconds, etc.
"Only seconds?"
Tsk.
"It's not like I eat like a marine," I reminded him.
"Not just one marine, bambina. More like a entire unit."
Double tsk.
Other than eating... we shopped. Bought great island hats, several sarongs and admired the wonderful island art in quite a few galleries. Interesting sarongs... some cover you from the breasts down, others from the waist and a few only from the hips. Naturally I wanted to know if natives went topless... it seems the waist and hip sarongs were meant for men... tsk. Bought a couple of "hip" ones for me for our private times. Bought one for Cowboy too. That should be interesting to see.
Beach time: Ohhhhhhh my. Very very nice. The squid got a lot of exercise chasing me... mostly at night. He has this annoying problem about my naked dancing but that might be partly his Cornwall-ish ancestry on his father's side. When his Italian mother was still with us, she assured me Cowboy's father was constantly chasing her too. See - it runs in the family.
Then there were the supper clubs and dancing. We did a lot of that. And because we're such a shy couple... we did a few impromptu tangos. A couple of those got the squid hot and bothered...
SWAT!
... so I made sure to repeat all those tango steps when we got back to our room.
I see the squid has been busy making changes to the blog, some nice, others I have to think about. But he DID add the "moon phases" pic on the right side. I thanked him for letting me know when the moon is full because he knows I adore dancing naked under it. He said...
"That's to let me know when to expect you to try to sneak out of the house, imp. A few days before and after - I'll be warming that tush of yours."
Tsk. I shouldn't have thanked him so quickly.
SWAT!
Double tsk.
I know some of you have sent email - my inbox is brimming. I'm not ignoring you. Because of the limited internet access while we're away, I haven't had a chance to read much of my email. We'll be routing home sometime next week - via Hawaii. I'll have more time then to get to it and reply; the rest will have to wait till we're home.
~Sar~
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Still here
We are still away from home as I write this. My wife is dozing on the balcony of the bungalow we are renting. It overlooks the lagoon. There is a bit of a breeze but it is a warm one and as long as it stays that way I'll let her sleep. We're both a little tan - we spend most of the day out on the beach. After lunch I take her shopping or insist she stay in and get a bit of rest. So far she hasn't objected. I have ways of keeping her entertained.
While a lot of folks are battling high winds and heavy rain and flooding, we have been lucky weather wise. It's mostly a warm sun with temps in the high 70s. Nighttime is mid to high 60s - perfect beach weather. We've had the occasional shower but they are brief and surprisingly warm. We were on the beach when one occurred and Sar was determined to stay outside. That was ok. I think that surprised the imp even more than when we went to bed with the windows wide open.
It didn't take long for her to ingratiate herself with staff that services the hotels, restaurants and tourist boats. Sar's always been curious about everything. Fortunately folks here are a friendly bunch. She's managed to get into a couple of restaurant kitchens and watch them make dishes she likes. A few of the chefs speak French or the Tahitian language and little English but that hasn't stopped Sar. I think they're impressed a vacationing tourist is interested in how some of the dishes are made. The imp's not averse to helping herself to the rich French Valrhona chocolate they use in their desserts. (I gave them a bit of cash to pay for what she eats.)
We've seen quite a lot of marine life, mostly sea turtles and odd configurations that might be starfish or some form of coral. Sar picked up an unusual piece on the ocean side of the reef and dropped it in a hurry when it moved in her hand. Had to laugh. She squealed like she does when the occasional oversized spider shows up in our house before the cats get to it. When that happens the sweet gentle lady turns into warrior woman and massacres it. Here, it just got dropped back to the sand.
There's a shark tank nearby where folks can feed them. Sar passed on that opportunity. There's also some scuba diving activities. I took her in the water with me but instead of checking out what was under the sea, she scuba-ed me. Things deteriorated and stuff happened. Don't have to rent scuba gear to do that - we can do that in the bungalow. Yeah, good things followed.
Did I tell you she wears a bathing suit most of the day? Not too revealing but enough skin shows that I keep an eye on her. Between the sun and the water and dancing in the hotel clubs at night we're both sleeping like logs. I'm damned pleased at her appetite and the rest she's getting. When I notice she's giving others an eyeful, I remind myself I'm the lucky guy that takes her home.
Into mischief? A resounding yes! The other day when I objected to the thong bikini she came out to the beach in the early evening, went behind the bungalow wearing a mumu-like dress and a big brim hat. Then she dropped the mumu and was NUDE underneath. Didn't waste any time tackling the imp to the sand and warming her butt before covering her up. In case you're wondering she reminded me I'm a neanderthal.
Yeah, that's me.
Cowboy
While a lot of folks are battling high winds and heavy rain and flooding, we have been lucky weather wise. It's mostly a warm sun with temps in the high 70s. Nighttime is mid to high 60s - perfect beach weather. We've had the occasional shower but they are brief and surprisingly warm. We were on the beach when one occurred and Sar was determined to stay outside. That was ok. I think that surprised the imp even more than when we went to bed with the windows wide open.
It didn't take long for her to ingratiate herself with staff that services the hotels, restaurants and tourist boats. Sar's always been curious about everything. Fortunately folks here are a friendly bunch. She's managed to get into a couple of restaurant kitchens and watch them make dishes she likes. A few of the chefs speak French or the Tahitian language and little English but that hasn't stopped Sar. I think they're impressed a vacationing tourist is interested in how some of the dishes are made. The imp's not averse to helping herself to the rich French Valrhona chocolate they use in their desserts. (I gave them a bit of cash to pay for what she eats.)
We've seen quite a lot of marine life, mostly sea turtles and odd configurations that might be starfish or some form of coral. Sar picked up an unusual piece on the ocean side of the reef and dropped it in a hurry when it moved in her hand. Had to laugh. She squealed like she does when the occasional oversized spider shows up in our house before the cats get to it. When that happens the sweet gentle lady turns into warrior woman and massacres it. Here, it just got dropped back to the sand.
There's a shark tank nearby where folks can feed them. Sar passed on that opportunity. There's also some scuba diving activities. I took her in the water with me but instead of checking out what was under the sea, she scuba-ed me. Things deteriorated and stuff happened. Don't have to rent scuba gear to do that - we can do that in the bungalow. Yeah, good things followed.
Did I tell you she wears a bathing suit most of the day? Not too revealing but enough skin shows that I keep an eye on her. Between the sun and the water and dancing in the hotel clubs at night we're both sleeping like logs. I'm damned pleased at her appetite and the rest she's getting. When I notice she's giving others an eyeful, I remind myself I'm the lucky guy that takes her home.
Into mischief? A resounding yes! The other day when I objected to the thong bikini she came out to the beach in the early evening, went behind the bungalow wearing a mumu-like dress and a big brim hat. Then she dropped the mumu and was NUDE underneath. Didn't waste any time tackling the imp to the sand and warming her butt before covering her up. In case you're wondering she reminded me I'm a neanderthal.
Yeah, that's me.
Cowboy
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Checking in--
Cowboy here a.k.a. CEO of Neanderthals, Inc. More about that later.
We took a flight out to Honolulu - enjoyed the company of friends and the beach for a few days, then took off before we were aware a hurricane was headed that way and flew to our final destination - Bora Bora in French Polynesia. This is a giant atoll - an island surrounded by a lagoon and a barrier reef which is a ring of land around the lagoon. Transportation from the airport was by boat and was one of the few times in our lives that my wife was stunned into silence. She, as well as I, am amazed by the beauty of this place.
I was here briefly many years ago and I knew Sar would love it. It's a favorite honeymoon destination. Most of the hotel guests are newlyweds. A perfect place to celebrate our anniversary - another honeymoon for us.
We're staying at a nice hotel and will remain here for about a week. This morning we had breakfast on the veranda overlooking the blue water. A good thing about staying at the beach is that Sar tends to eat more and if by chance she gains a few pounds, that would make me happy.
Lots of bikinis on the beach and when Sar put one on, I told her no. Thong bikinis are for our personal beach - a regular bikini gives enough of a show. Yeah, I'm a stickler for who gets to see what belongs to me. I did the packing and I didn't pack that one-- the imp must have slipped it into her bag of snacks. Damn thing is the size of 3 postage stamps. She could have put it in her cosmetic bag and nobody would notice. She wears a thong bikini - everybody notices. My wife is in her mid-40s and makes ladies 20 years younger envy her figure.
Might move into one of the bungalows on the reef next week when one becomes available. The bungalows are on stilts and there's a more private beach there. She can wear her thong bikini then. There's also a boat shuttle back and forth across the lagoon to the larger island so we can enjoy the restaurants and other amenities as well as the more public beach.
Ok-- about the Neanderthal bit. In Hawaii we were with old and dear friends. The lady of the house is a nudist. Need I say more? Bad enough my wife likes to dance naked under the full moon. When we're here Sar thinks it's ok to dance naked EVERY night. The couple we're staying with are Liam and Anne, mentioned in a story Sar just posted. For a lady in her mid-50s she's one heck of a gorgeous woman.
Liam and I walked in on them - out on the deck just after nightfall. Both are naked as the day they were born. Sar is teaching Anne a few dance steps. I don't remember what I said but they both looked at me like I had 2 heads. Liam laughed, told me how lucky I was - as if I didn't know - and stepped in front of his naked wife. Need help with those, he asked and put his hands on her breasts.
I grabbed Sar - tossed her over my shoulder and delivered a couple of hard swats. She yelled and called me a bully and a few other choice epithets and reminded me that the house was tucked away on a private beach.
Uh huh. Like that matters. We had a private discussion - mostly my hand and her tush but a brief one. I didn't want to make her hurt. I wanted to let her know that naked in our backyard is one thing - everywhere else no matter how close our friends is something else.
Ergo: I'm CEO of Neanderthals, Inc.
The next day I bought her one of those bandana things that tie around her bosom and a sarong for the rest of her.
So-- the next night Sar and Anne wear matching bandana/sarong outfits and dance on the edge of the water. Yeah-- in the middle of the dance they strip. I'm off the deck and chasing that imp of mine. She's laughing. I catch her, tackle her to the sand and promise sweet things if she behaves. She informs me she *is* behaving. A couple of swats later I cover her with my tee shirt. Yeah-- just so happens that dance etc woke up the band. Good things followed. I bought a few more sarongs for the Bora Bora part of the trip. We bid Liam and Anne goodbye and moved on.
Plan to spend a bit of time in Tahiti before going home. Right now we're enjoying Bora Bora, one of the most beautiful spots on the planet.
Sar sends regards and says she needs to make me crazy a few more times before she posts. Only a few? She's been making me crazy for years. Tomorrow's our anniversary - our 25th. Little did I know when I married that cute little 19 year old gal that I'd be more in love with her now than I ever thought possible.
Cowboy
We took a flight out to Honolulu - enjoyed the company of friends and the beach for a few days, then took off before we were aware a hurricane was headed that way and flew to our final destination - Bora Bora in French Polynesia. This is a giant atoll - an island surrounded by a lagoon and a barrier reef which is a ring of land around the lagoon. Transportation from the airport was by boat and was one of the few times in our lives that my wife was stunned into silence. She, as well as I, am amazed by the beauty of this place.
I was here briefly many years ago and I knew Sar would love it. It's a favorite honeymoon destination. Most of the hotel guests are newlyweds. A perfect place to celebrate our anniversary - another honeymoon for us.
We're staying at a nice hotel and will remain here for about a week. This morning we had breakfast on the veranda overlooking the blue water. A good thing about staying at the beach is that Sar tends to eat more and if by chance she gains a few pounds, that would make me happy.
Lots of bikinis on the beach and when Sar put one on, I told her no. Thong bikinis are for our personal beach - a regular bikini gives enough of a show. Yeah, I'm a stickler for who gets to see what belongs to me. I did the packing and I didn't pack that one-- the imp must have slipped it into her bag of snacks. Damn thing is the size of 3 postage stamps. She could have put it in her cosmetic bag and nobody would notice. She wears a thong bikini - everybody notices. My wife is in her mid-40s and makes ladies 20 years younger envy her figure.
Might move into one of the bungalows on the reef next week when one becomes available. The bungalows are on stilts and there's a more private beach there. She can wear her thong bikini then. There's also a boat shuttle back and forth across the lagoon to the larger island so we can enjoy the restaurants and other amenities as well as the more public beach.
Ok-- about the Neanderthal bit. In Hawaii we were with old and dear friends. The lady of the house is a nudist. Need I say more? Bad enough my wife likes to dance naked under the full moon. When we're here Sar thinks it's ok to dance naked EVERY night. The couple we're staying with are Liam and Anne, mentioned in a story Sar just posted. For a lady in her mid-50s she's one heck of a gorgeous woman.
Liam and I walked in on them - out on the deck just after nightfall. Both are naked as the day they were born. Sar is teaching Anne a few dance steps. I don't remember what I said but they both looked at me like I had 2 heads. Liam laughed, told me how lucky I was - as if I didn't know - and stepped in front of his naked wife. Need help with those, he asked and put his hands on her breasts.
I grabbed Sar - tossed her over my shoulder and delivered a couple of hard swats. She yelled and called me a bully and a few other choice epithets and reminded me that the house was tucked away on a private beach.
Uh huh. Like that matters. We had a private discussion - mostly my hand and her tush but a brief one. I didn't want to make her hurt. I wanted to let her know that naked in our backyard is one thing - everywhere else no matter how close our friends is something else.
Ergo: I'm CEO of Neanderthals, Inc.
The next day I bought her one of those bandana things that tie around her bosom and a sarong for the rest of her.
So-- the next night Sar and Anne wear matching bandana/sarong outfits and dance on the edge of the water. Yeah-- in the middle of the dance they strip. I'm off the deck and chasing that imp of mine. She's laughing. I catch her, tackle her to the sand and promise sweet things if she behaves. She informs me she *is* behaving. A couple of swats later I cover her with my tee shirt. Yeah-- just so happens that dance etc woke up the band. Good things followed. I bought a few more sarongs for the Bora Bora part of the trip. We bid Liam and Anne goodbye and moved on.
Plan to spend a bit of time in Tahiti before going home. Right now we're enjoying Bora Bora, one of the most beautiful spots on the planet.
Sar sends regards and says she needs to make me crazy a few more times before she posts. Only a few? She's been making me crazy for years. Tomorrow's our anniversary - our 25th. Little did I know when I married that cute little 19 year old gal that I'd be more in love with her now than I ever thought possible.
Cowboy
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Leaving...
We're at the gate waiting for our flight to be called. Cowboy is at the snack bar getting coffee for us. I already had a few snacks...
It was hard saying goodbye to the menagerie. The pups whined but the cats react differently when they think they've been left out of things. DomTom nipped my ear; he doesn't approve of my travel arrangements with Cowboy. He thinks even less of our sharing a bed... Miss Emmy crawled under the bed and will probably stay there most of the time.
Because I live in a nut house...
The other night I was online chatting with friends when I heard Miss Emmy make a sound that roughly translates to near death. I rushed downstairs...
It seems BullyBoy was holding a wide-mouth jar of peanut butter between his paws and was trying to lick the remnants off the bottom and sides of it. Miss Emmy came over to sniff what he was eating. Being the friendly slob that he is, he thumped his tail and licked her face in greeting.
THE SKY IS FALLING! DOOMSDAY! UNCLEAN! And ICKKKKK!
Peanut butter residue and dog slobber all over Miss Emmy's face.
Naturally the cat's reaction got the Rott's attention as well as Cowboy's... Not knowing why the cat was saying ugly words, BullyBoy tried to console her... by licking her face!
She ran out of the room and rushed to Archie, the ancient bloodhound for protection. The old guy was asleep in the laundry room and had slept through the turmoil. Miss Emmy dashed under one of his long long ears to hide thus coating the underside of his ear with dog slobber and peanut butter.
It tickled... He woke up and bayed. This caused the Rott to start barking. The other cat jumped on top of the clothes dryer hissing and spitting. Since everyone else was following the cats, BullyBoy went back to the peanut butter jar. That animal has his priorities in order.
Cowboy started yelling - another male out of control...
SWAT!
Hey!! I didn't do anything! Tsk.
I grabbed Miss Emmy, soaked a washcloth and washed her face clean of stuff and left her to rewash it on her own - we humans never get it right. Cowboy cleaned Archie's ear and assured him they were the only two sane males in the house and that sometimes, life's a bitch.
Double tsk!
SWAT!
"Heyyyyy. I was just repeating what YOU said!"
"Who gave that peanut butter to the mastiff?"
"It's HIS jar of peanut butter."
"You don't give peanut butter to dogs."
"Tsk. I'm not letting him eat out of MY jar."
"Sarrrrrr!"
"If a dog can drink Budweiser, a jar of Skippy peanut butter isn't going to kill him."
Needless to say, if I repeated what the giant squid said I wouldn't be sitting comfortably on the flight.
...And lookee here. Some of the flight attendants have wandered over to the snack bar to chat it up with Cowboy. I guess they don't realize those humonguous hands have multiple skills.
I love watching women flirt with my husband. I especially love the looks on their faces when I show up and slip my arm through his or reach up for a kiss. Yes, I'm evil.
Okay, need another snack. They're doing those pre-flight things at the podium and will call our flight in a few minutes. I'll try to pop in and let you know how we are, where we are, and whether or not the giant squid is behaving.
SWAT!
LOL!
~Sar~
It was hard saying goodbye to the menagerie. The pups whined but the cats react differently when they think they've been left out of things. DomTom nipped my ear; he doesn't approve of my travel arrangements with Cowboy. He thinks even less of our sharing a bed... Miss Emmy crawled under the bed and will probably stay there most of the time.
Because I live in a nut house...
The other night I was online chatting with friends when I heard Miss Emmy make a sound that roughly translates to near death. I rushed downstairs...
It seems BullyBoy was holding a wide-mouth jar of peanut butter between his paws and was trying to lick the remnants off the bottom and sides of it. Miss Emmy came over to sniff what he was eating. Being the friendly slob that he is, he thumped his tail and licked her face in greeting.
THE SKY IS FALLING! DOOMSDAY! UNCLEAN! And ICKKKKK!
Peanut butter residue and dog slobber all over Miss Emmy's face.
Naturally the cat's reaction got the Rott's attention as well as Cowboy's... Not knowing why the cat was saying ugly words, BullyBoy tried to console her... by licking her face!
She ran out of the room and rushed to Archie, the ancient bloodhound for protection. The old guy was asleep in the laundry room and had slept through the turmoil. Miss Emmy dashed under one of his long long ears to hide thus coating the underside of his ear with dog slobber and peanut butter.
It tickled... He woke up and bayed. This caused the Rott to start barking. The other cat jumped on top of the clothes dryer hissing and spitting. Since everyone else was following the cats, BullyBoy went back to the peanut butter jar. That animal has his priorities in order.
Cowboy started yelling - another male out of control...
SWAT!
Hey!! I didn't do anything! Tsk.
I grabbed Miss Emmy, soaked a washcloth and washed her face clean of stuff and left her to rewash it on her own - we humans never get it right. Cowboy cleaned Archie's ear and assured him they were the only two sane males in the house and that sometimes, life's a bitch.
Double tsk!
SWAT!
"Heyyyyy. I was just repeating what YOU said!"
"Who gave that peanut butter to the mastiff?"
"It's HIS jar of peanut butter."
"You don't give peanut butter to dogs."
"Tsk. I'm not letting him eat out of MY jar."
"Sarrrrrr!"
"If a dog can drink Budweiser, a jar of Skippy peanut butter isn't going to kill him."
Needless to say, if I repeated what the giant squid said I wouldn't be sitting comfortably on the flight.
...And lookee here. Some of the flight attendants have wandered over to the snack bar to chat it up with Cowboy. I guess they don't realize those humonguous hands have multiple skills.
I love watching women flirt with my husband. I especially love the looks on their faces when I show up and slip my arm through his or reach up for a kiss. Yes, I'm evil.
Okay, need another snack. They're doing those pre-flight things at the podium and will call our flight in a few minutes. I'll try to pop in and let you know how we are, where we are, and whether or not the giant squid is behaving.
SWAT!
LOL!
~Sar~
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