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weekly funny

Posted in weekly funny  by Trista Ann Michaels
March 7th, 2010

I thought this was cute…:)

GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS…

Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be
 dangerous. Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here’s why.
 A couple in Sweetwater , Texas , had a lot of potted plants. During a
 recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to
 protect them from a possible freeze.

 It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one
 of the plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw
 it go under the sofa.

 She let out a very loud scream.

 The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room
 naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under
 the sofa.

 He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About
 that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He
 thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the
floor.

 His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told
 him to lie still and called an ambulance.

The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him
onto a stretcher.
 About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the
 Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the
 stretcher. That’s when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the
 hospital.

 The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called
 on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself
 with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he
 decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in
 relief.

 But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she
 felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake
 rushed back under the sofa.

The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR
 to revive her.

 The neighbor’s wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery
store, saw her husband’s mouth on the woman’s mouth and slammed her
 husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking
 him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.

 The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor
 lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that
 the snake had bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small
 bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man’s throat.

 By now, the police had arrived.

 Breathe here…

They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a
 drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when
 the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden
 snake!

 The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his
 sobbing wife.

 Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of
 the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit
the leg of the end table. The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered
 and, as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.

 The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the
 window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out
 and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it
 and smashed into the parked police car.

 Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire
 department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they
 were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead
 wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a
 ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).

 Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was
repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was
 right with their world.

 A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold
 snap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they
 should bring in their plants for the night.

 And that’s when he shot her.

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New Orleans

Posted in General, Photography, Uncategorized  by Trista Ann Michaels
March 3rd, 2010

Everyone that knows me knows how much I love the French Quarter…:) It’s one of my favorite places to go. Thank god I have family there, so I can go as often as I like…lol.

 

 

 

 

 I just love the buildings and the atmosphere, the whole party vibe.

 

 

 

 

 

 I usually make a stop at Cafe Du Monde but this past weekend there was a line half a block long. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen it that crowded, so we headed over to the Franch Market instead.

 

 

 

 

 

I find something to buy every time I go in that place.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My daughter and her aunt…:)

Despite the crowd, we had a fabulous time just like always…:)

{{Hugs}}

Trista

 

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cabrio review

Posted in Uncategorized  by Trista Ann Michaels
March 1st, 2010

Nope, Cabrio isn’t a book…:) It’s the Whirlpool Cabrio washer and dryer.

I just saw a commercial for those and decided I’d post a review of the product.

They’re not worth the money.

I think that pretty much sums it up. I bought a set a little over a year ago. For a washer that’s supposed to be energy efficient, it sure uses alot of water. Mater of fact, my water went up every single month that I used it. Not once, did the water bill go down. I just love how that works. There was a recall on the washer for the computerized dash, which I found out about when I called for a repair man to fix another problem that ended up being related to the dash problem. $1,100 is alot to pay for something only to have to call in a repair man less than a year later.

The dryer is also a cabrio, but is gas. The only thing I can say about that one is it takes over an hour to dry a load of clothes. Not very energy efficient in my opinion.

So basically, it’s like I said in the beginning. They’re not worth the money.

{{hugs}}

Trista

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She’s such a poser…:)

Posted in General, Photography  by Trista Ann Michaels
February 25th, 2010

My new baby, Nay-Nay is growing like a weed and loves all the attention she gets…:)

 

Is this my good side?

 

 

 

 

 

Or is head-on better?

 

lol. she’s so spoiled…:)

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Slaves

Posted in BDSM, General, Loose-ID, futuristic romance  by Trista Ann Michaels
February 24th, 2010

Check out my new cover for Entwined Fates: Slaves.

Cover is by Ann Cain. She does such amazing covers. I love it…:)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Complications

Posted in General  by Trista Ann Michaels
February 23rd, 2010
Man oh man, where to begin.
I had surgery yesterday to repair a blocked tearduct, a side affect from a previous sinus surgery.
First off, my blood pressure spiked really bad during surgery and they kept giving me medication to try and bring it down. Finally, after about 4 shots of something  during recovery, they got the bottom number down to 86, which is much better than the 130 it had been. I was so out of it, I can’t remember the name of the drug.
 
Prior to the surgery, the dr. told me no bending over and no straining. Do you know what happens when you throw up during recovery? You bend over and you strain…sigh.
I strained so much, it pushed the stints in my tearducts paritally out. He couldn’t get it back in that day because a blood clot was blocking where it needed to go, so we’re waiting on the blood clot to move so he can push it the rest of the way through. So in the menatime, I have this tiny plastic tube taped to the side of my nose, to keep it from rubbing against my eye and irritating it until he can get it back in. The stints have to remain in for a month, so hopefully he’ll be able to get them back into place.
 
The stitches that run from the corner of my eye to the top of my cheek don’t hurt, but behind my eye does. I’m assuming from where he rerouted the tearducts. Surgery sucks…sigh. Especially when things don’t go exactly right. 

 

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The Last House on the Left

Posted in Uncategorized  by Trista Ann Michaels
February 20th, 2010

The newest version is a remake of the one from back in 1972. Even back then, it broke ground and shocked viewers. Today’s version is no different.

It’s the story of a young girl who’s raped and left for dead. The people who did it, show up at the last house on the left to shelter from the weather. They have no idea at first, that the house belongs to the parents of the girl they left for dead and before the night is through, they find out just how far a father will go to avenge his daughter. And he does it in ways that will give the viewers nightmares for weeks to come.  (To this day, I cringe whenever I use my garbage disposal)

I think as parents we all have a little bit of that evil inside us. I know I would do exactly the same or maybe even a little worse if a man did that to my daughter. 

But the point of the post I suppose is the not the whole good and evil inside us aspect, but movie ratings.

I know, it seems like a huge jump in my thought process, but the other morning, I had the TV on, mostly for noise and the movie Jumping Jack Flash came on. Remember it?

I love that movie and hadn’t seen it in years. What surprised me, was it’s rated R.

By today’s standards, it would be a stratch for it to get a PG 13 rating, much less an R. Movies have to be pretty violent and hard core to get an R rating today. So what does that mean for movies in another ten years?

It seems producers and writers continually push the boundaries and when we become amune, they push them again. We went from Halloween and Friday the 13th, which back then was hard core but  today seems almost lame, to toture and mutalation movies like The Last House on the Left and Saw. And of course we can’t forget the movies like The Hills Have Eyes and the latest upcoming virus flick, The Crazies, which REALLY push the limits and border on grotesque.

Horror movies today are more about shock and awe than fear and suspense. We used to leave the movie a little scared. It got your adrenaline pumping and your heart racing, but in a good way. Today, we just leave the theater grosed out or dumbstruck and disturbed. (which was my case with the very disturbing 30 minute rape scene in The Last House on the Left.)

I often wonder, where do we go next? What’s after torture and rape? What else is there? I shutter to imagine…:(

{{Hugs}}

Trista 

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Slaves excerpt

Posted in BDSM, Erotic Romance, Excerpts, Loose-ID, futuristic romance  by Trista Ann Michaels
February 19th, 2010

I’m going to be out of touch for a few days, so until I get back, I’ve posted an excerpt from the upcoming, Entwined Fates: Slaves.

I hope you enjoy and I’ll see everyone when I get back…:)

{{hugs}}

Lin made her way slowly down the hall toward Anthony’s room, trying to still the tremble in her fingers as Lia led her to what felt like her doom. Could she convince him to help her? Did she dare try? She hardly knew him.

Glancing toward the room next to his, she frowned as two men entered, shutting the door behind them. Lin knew what that meant. They would be watching.

Voyeurism was something they often practiced here, especially if there was suspicion. Her stomach flipped. Were they suspicious of Anthony? Or was it her?

She swallowed at the realization they would have to have sex. If they were being watched, they had no choice.

She closed her eyes, shivering as the cool air drifting through the halls cut through her thin robe to caress the naked flesh underneath. She struggled with her footing and the two dildos shoved deep inside her. The bells on her nipples made tinkling noises as she walked or took a deep breath, which she did now in an attempt to calm her rattled nerves.

Lia knocked on Anthony’s door.

“Enter,” he called from the other side.

His voice was deep and sultry, sending a shiver of unwanted awareness over every inch of her sensitive flesh.

Lia opened the door and pushed Lin inside. She blinked, trying to accustom her eyes to the darkened interior. Candles lit the corners, casting soft light across the room. Her gaze landed on Anthony, and she almost choked on a sudden intake of air.

He looked amazing standing next to the restraining bar. His shirt was open, exposing a wide, strong chest, baby smooth tan skin and a washboard stomach she was sure she could bounce a quarter off of. Long, silky black hair hung around his shoulders, doing little to soften the hard planes of his face. She’d never seen him with his hair down, but found she liked the look.

Way too much.

He walked toward her, his ice blue eyes narrowed, his lips set in a firm, punishing line, and she swallowed.

“What the hell are you –”

She stood on her tiptoes, quickly slanting her mouth over his. Tony stiffened, obviously surprised at her move. She backed away just enough to whisper and stare into his shocked, slightly confused eyes.

“They’re watching,” she whispered softly against his lips.

His eyes narrowed into tiny, blue slits. She traced his lip with the tip of her finger, her heart racing at the stubble as it scratched at her skin.

“They’re in the next room.”

Tony’s hands lifted to rest at her waist. His thumbs gently brushed over the material of her robe, rubbing her flesh underneath and sending shivers of delight up her spine.

“How do you know?” he murmured, then moved his lips to her ear, gently nibbling on the lobe.

Lin again swallowed, shocked at the growing desire deep in her belly. “I saw them just before I came in.”

“How do you know they’re watching?” he whispered in her ear.

“That’s what they do when you first come here. They don’t know you and want to see how you are with the slaves. If you really have sex with them. Sometimes they insist on being present. They like to watch the men whip the girls.”

Lin could feel the tension in Tony’s body as his fingers tightened against her waist.

“Has anyone whipped you?”

“Until you, no one had even noticed me.”

He pulled away and stared down into her face. She gazed up at him, temporarily speechless from the possessiveness shining in his eyes.

“Why are you here?” she asked, barely moving her lips.

Tony leaned down, this time moving to the other ear. “I’m here for you,” he whispered. “At the request of your father.”

“He came to you for help?” she asked.

His lips brushed the sensitive spot just under her ear and she trembled, grasping his strong upper arms to hold herself upright.

“In a roundabout way,” Tony replied. “If they’re watching, you realize we’ll have to have sex.”

She nodded, swallowing the growing lump of lust in her throat. Her muscles clenched and unclenched at the rods buried within her throbbing walls.

Sex with Tony was something she’d thought of on more than one occasion. She just never imagined their first time would be a show.

“Then we’ll figure out how to get you the hell out of here.”

Lin tensed and shook her head. She attempted to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.

“I’m not leaving without Keeran.”

“You don’t even know if she’s here.”

“Yes, I do,” Lin replied, close to his ear. She struggled against the growing desire to suck on his ear lobe, to taste his skin on her tongue. “I know she’s here, I just haven’t been able to find where he’s holding her. This place is massive.”

As she spoke, her lips moved against his skin.

“Lin,” he growled.

“Please, Anthony. I can’t leave her. You have to help me.”

Tony grasped a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, making her gasp in surprise. He glared at her almost angrily and her heart skipped a beat, then another and another.

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” he growled through tight lips.

“I can’t leave her,” she pleaded softly. “She would do no less for me.”

Tony remained silent, studying her closely. Lin could hardly breathe as she stared back, getting lost in the depths of his cold, icy eyes.

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weekly funny

Posted in General, weekly funny  by Trista Ann Michaels
February 15th, 2010

The Man Rules
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down

 

Finally,the guys’ side of the story.
(
must admit, it’s pretty good.)
We always hear
“the rules”
From the female side.

 

Now here are the rules from the male side.


These are our rules!
Please note.. these are all numbered “1 “
ON PURPOSE!

 

1.Men are NOT mind readers.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides.
Let it be.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1.. Ask for what you want.
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.

1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.
Don’t ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one

1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done.
Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not
A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine..Really

1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Sports


1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Posted in General  by Trista Ann Michaels
February 14th, 2010

How would you like to find this in your bag of valentine goodies?

Enjoy…:)

{{hugs}}

Trista

 

 

 

 

 

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